Enter the Immortal Cultivation

When Wang Qi pushed Mao Zimiao away, he found that the girl opposite had a slightly red face and was almost crying with joy.

Wang Qi scratched his head. At this time, he didn't know what he should say, so he could only say: "Uh, Azi meow, why are you here?"

"I... I... I heard from Senior Sister Ai... meow" Mao Zimiao's nose moved slightly, and he seemed very excited: "You finally... you finally came back meow."

Wang Qi scratched his head, and then sighed softly: "Originally, I did want to say hello to you after I came back, but I felt that it was too late and it was not appropriate, so I decided to go tomorrow morning... Forget it, come in and sit for a while?"

This sentence is indeed true. It was already dusk when Wang Qi came back, and the sun was about to set after he was busy looking for a warehouse. In addition, he wanted to come back to rest first, so he didn't tell Mao Zimiao at the first time.

But now I think about it, I still don't do enough.

Mao Zimiao nodded: "I know... Xiao Qi, you have always been like this. But I am very happy to know that you are back safely, meow."

Wang Qi took a step back: "Come in?"

Mao Zimiao seemed to be a little tempted, but soon shook his head: "It's not appropriate for me to enter your house now."

Wang Qi seemed to be relieved. For some reason, his expression was a little unnatural: "This... this..."

Mao Zimiao blushed and cursed in his heart: "Stupid meow!"

-In fact, as long as you are interested...as long as you ask a few more times...I will...I can agree...

Mao Zimiao's ears kept trembling. With his head down, he stood at the door of Wang Qi. Wang Qi looked down at the girl, a little at a loss.

The atmosphere began to become charming, but as time went on, it slowly turned into depression.

Mao Zimiao never waited for what he wanted to hear.

The girl drooped her ears with disappointment. Turning around, he said, "Then... I'll go first."

Wang Qi closed his eyes, as if thinking about something: "Well, I'll take you home."

Mao Zimiao's home is not far from here. She is also a foundation-building cultivator, and she only needs a few leaps to get home. And Wang Qi is a Jindan cultivator. The distance from his residence to Mao Zimiao's home can really be described as "one step" for him.

But surprisingly, neither of them mentioned this. They were just like mortals. Walking together on the streets of Langde City.

Cultivators do not need to follow the biological clock of mortals. So the center of Langde City is still brightly lit. Although it is not as exaggerated as the metropolis on Earth, it has reached the level of "light pollution" on Earth. The red, white, and golden spiritual light interweaves there, as if it is the legendary "red dust".

But if you look at it from a distance in a quiet place, the light of the "red dust" color is a bit cute.

Under the not-so-conspicuous starry sky, the two of them just moved slowly. Step by step.

Mao Zimiao initially thought that Wang Qi would express something. But Wang Qi walked on the road without saying a word. Finally, she felt a little anxious.

——This guy, idiot meow!

Finally, she decided to take the initiative.

Mao Zimiao gently opened her mouth and said: "Xiao Qi... I have something to say to you meow..."

Wang Qi smiled bitterly: "Ah, just right, just right... Actually, I also have a few words to say to you."

"I... meow. Xiao Qi, I... Actually, I, to you... You and I..." For a moment, Mao Zimiao seemed to have the same problem as Chen Youjia, who didn't know how to speak.

Wang Qi nodded: "You and I will always be best friends."

Mao Zimiao's body stiffened, and only his ears moved slightly: "Friends?"

"Yes. Friends."

When this sentence came out, Wang Qi suddenly felt a little heavy. He regretted it a little, but soon, this regret was suppressed by a more passionate emotion.

——I... am sorry...

Mao Zimiao suddenly took two quick steps forward, leaving Wang Qi behind, then lowered his head, turned his back to Wang Qi, and said with a slightly crying tone: "Friend?"

"Yes, friend." When Wang Qi said this for the second time, his tone returned to his usual cynical and indifferent tone.

Even when he was looking at Mao Zimiao's back.

"Sometimes, I also feel that I am quite... well, quite an asshole..."

Mao Zimiao shook his head: "You don't have to tell me. You didn't do anything wrong..."

"No, I never think I did anything wrong again." Wang Qi's voice was clear, as if his mind was as clear as a mirror: "At least after growing up, I don't think I did anything wrong. At least, everything is not wrong based on the 'time point' I did."

Mao Zimiao laughed with a hint of tears, and his voice trembled a little: "Xiao Qi, you... look at me like this, and you can still say that, meow."

Wang Qi looked up at the sky: "I'm actually not good at 'controlling myself'. This kind of 'controlling myself' does not mean controlling distractions, concentrating, or controlling my emotions - that's very simple for me. I can't control my subjective thinking, and sometimes I'm too unrestrained. I can't control my own thoughts."

"Follow your heart and don't go beyond the rules, that is the highest realm of self-cultivation." Mao Zimiao washed his nose and finally returned to his usual tone: "Xiao Qi, you don't have to be too... about this matter..."

"Sometimes, I know I'm not alone, but I still feel lonely. That's probably it. But I'm more serious." Wang Qi smiled bitterly: "I know what 'right' and 'wrong' are, but I I won’t strictly follow it—of course, I won’t deliberately violate it. Sometimes, if I think something is interesting, I will definitely do it.”

"Does this have anything to do with... our topic?"

Wang Qi shrugged: "Actually, at the beginning... when we met, I didn't regard myself as a human being. I just felt that everyone in the world was not on the same page as me. So at that time I I don’t care at all what other people think of me or the consequences of what I do, as long as it’s interesting to me, I just want to achieve a certain ultimate goal.”

"The ultimate goal?"

"I was very confused at the time." Wang Qi shrugged: "In the beginning, all I could think about was 'fun' and 'revenge'."

"Really, you can't tell." Mao Zimiao said: "You are laughing and joking every day without any appearance."

"Then, it was when I was in Xinyue that I felt that I was a bit like a human being." Wang Qi said: "Except for my deceased parents and grandfather, you were the first person who made me feel that this world is cute. "

Mao Zimiao actually wanted to say, "Is it because there are girls with cat ears in this world?" But the joke was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it at all.

"I used to think that this world was twisted and crazy. It was irrational. But it was Senior Brother Su who taught us what it means to 'be happy in seeking the Tao' by that campfire. What it means to be 'true as I am, and my original intention is not easy', I I realized that here...the earth under my feet and the starry sky above my head actually have its own beauty. He taught me to understand this world, so from then on, I respect Senior Brother Su as a brother." Wang Qi's voice was very calm: "Then. . It was you at the beginning, and many others including Shiqin later, who taught me how to understand this world, and made me feel that the things that I thought were so cute were actually my own. brilliance. And then I learned how to love others.”

Mao Zimiao whispered: "Is that so...?"

"Haven't you noticed? I'm actually a very indifferent person at heart. In the beginning, I deliberately made myself laugh - of course, I don't need it now. It's just that some words and deeds seem to me It’s a habit that you can’t change and you can’t be bothered to change it.” Wang Qi continued: “I thought a long time ago that it would be impossible for me to look for the opposite sex for reasons other than ‘physiological needs’ and ‘pursuit of excitement.’”

"is that so?"

"That's it." Wang Qi said: "You are my first, pure, unmixed friend. You taught me 'love', and then... I fell in love with someone else."

"Is that so?" After asking the same question for the third time, Mao Zimiao had calmed down. He turned his head and faced Wang Qi. He just smiled bitterly: "Then, I can only congratulate you, meow."

"Azmeow..."

"Don't feel too guilty, meow." Mao Zimiao said: "Actually, it's not a big deal whether we are destined or not. It's just a pity."

"Feel sorry."

"Hey, Xiaoqi." Mao Zimiao asked, "Can you tell me the name of the girl you like?"

Wang Qi scratched his head: "Maybe you know her. Her name is Chen Youjia."

"Senior Sister Chen..." Mao Zimiao said thoughtfully: "No wonder when I mentioned you a few days ago, she was very... strange. But speaking of it, Senior Sister Chen's temperament will definitely make you mad to death sometimes. Bar?"

A rare smile appeared on Wang Qi's face: "Ah, that's it. Although she has an iceberg face, she is actually quite cute. She just likes to make trouble, but at the critical moment... um... I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Mao Zimiao took a deep breath, then waved his hand: "Actually, you don't have to worry too much. I'm very stupid. I will forget such a small thing in a month at most. Since I have Senior Sister Chen, Don’t make her sad anymore, I have to go.”

"Goodbye." Wang Qi nodded and left.

Mao Zimiao also turned his head, and then the smile on his face disappeared.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps...

A tear fell. Mao Zimiao wiped away her tears with some regret, and then said: "I lost, meow."

"That... I'm really... sorry." A pleasant voice fell into Mao Zimiao's ears. Chen Youjia did not show up, but hid in the dark, saying: "Although I don't think I did anything wrong, but...for this, I can only say I'm sorry."

When Chen Youjia and Wang Qi were together, Wang Qi did not pledge each other to any girl. Chen Youjia didn't know Mao Zimiao either. Logically speaking, no one did anything wrong. Emotionally speaking, it was even more impossible for her to dump Wang Qi because of Mao Zimiao.

However, Chen Youjia did not want Mao Zimiao to be sad.

She suddenly felt that it would be great if Mao Zimiao was really just a "stealing cat".

"It's really okay!" Mao Zimiao had wiped away his tears: "It's not like I can't live without Xiaoqi, meow!" Chen Youjia's ability was several times higher than Mao Zimiao's. Mao Zimiao couldn't find where Chen Youjia was, so he had to face someone casually. He waved his hand in the dark: "Senior Sister Chen, then, I'll see you tomorrow." (To be continued~^~)