I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

"Where did the ghost come from?"

Zhou Yi took back the tripod and circled the courtyard twice.

There is more than one place in the world where there are many dead people, such as the mass graves outside Shenjing City, where the corpses of refugees have been piled up. It is said that the eyes of the nearby wild dogs are red, like evil spirits.

People often die in the sky prison, and there are also fixed places for disposing of corpses.

Over the years, it has become a big burial pit.

There are twenty or thirty corpses buried in the courtyard, which is far worse than these two places, but the ghosts have transformed into ghosts.

"Those places are gloomy and inaccessible. The only difference from the courtyard... is that I'm not there?"

Zhouyi is low-key and cautious, but he is not stupid and ignorant. Guiyuan Jue is a technique for cultivating immortals. It gathers the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth in the body, which may cause mysterious changes.

"Buy another yard for practice, this place can be seen to outsiders, and it can also hide your identity."

This fierce ghost has already turned ashes, but maybe it will condense again. It would be bad if Quiet Mimi jumped over and possessed him while Zhou Yi was concentrating on his cultivation.

Be careful in everything, you will save a few years of going to the Spring Breeze Building, and you will only have money left to buy the courtyard!

At this time.

There was the sound of Qinggong flying, and the clothes of the middle-aged man in white fluttered with the wind, and the moonlight fell into the courtyard.

It was cold and windy in winter, with two jars of wine in one hand and a white paper fan in the other.

Zhou Yi frowned: "You came here very quickly!"

"Jinyu went to look for me, and he came up with an old way."

Lao Bai said: "After all these years, you practiced that evil skill again. I thought you died somewhere."

"Secret retreat is to change the foundation, and make up for a little bit of life."

Zhou Yi half-truthfully found a reason: "Chen Mai'er is not bad, if you believe me after seeing me, don't go wandering in the rivers and lakes, and die outside for nothing."

"It's Jinyu, which means the beauty of jade! I specially went to find the master of the Imperial College, so I named it."

Lao Bai poured two bowls of wine: "Since you left Shenjing, you have never found anyone to drink happily!"

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "The majestic thieves are known to be friends all over the world, and everyone in the rivers and lakes responds to everyone."

"It's different. Now that I've left the rivers and lakes, I can no longer get involved with them."

Lao Bai shook his head and sighed, some of which may be nostalgia for the past, but more of it is relief and happiness.

"Then I'll drink with you till you grow old!"

Zhou Yi and Lao Bai got acquainted in prison, and for more than 20 years at the snap of their fingers, they have long known that this guy is the same kind of person as him.

Lao Bai seems to be bold and reckless, and has stolen many treasures, but in fact he is meticulous in trivial matters, and his essence is the same dog as Zhouyi. There are countless light kung fu masters in the Jianghu, and there are also many who are famous for their skillful hands and empty hands, but only Lao Bai has won the reputation of Pirate Saint.

Because other people did not do things well and were not cautious, they finally stumbled.

The only thing that went wrong for Lao Bai was that the county prince's mansion was robbed, and he was arrested for the rest of his life.

Lao Bai shook his head, and waved his hands to wipe off his face to cover it up. There were crow's feet around the corners of his eyes, his complexion was no longer handsome, and there was more vicissitudes of life.

"We're getting old!"

Knowing the destiny at the age of fifty is already an age when you are happy and forget your worries, and indifferent to honor and disgrace. You are already an old man in this age!

Lao Bai is two years older than Zhou Yi, already fifty and eight, approaching his sixtieth birthday!

Zhou Yi was stunned, seeing his few friends getting old, he raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl.

"Young sons are old in the world!"

"Where did Lao Zhou learn sour poetry? Even at this age, we are also fans of thousands of people. Many chivalrous women in the world admire us, so we came to Beijing to pay a visit."

Lao Bai had already looked away: "On the contrary, you will never be able to find a wife when you grow old!"

"Admiration? I think it's an admiration!"

Zhou Yi said contemptuously: "You have too many flirts, how can the princess bear it when the devil's saint is married at home?"

Lao Bai said meanly: "Hey! Don't blame me for this matter, it was Rongchang who brought it up on his own initiative."

"Blow, keep blowing!"

Zhou Yi said: "You are so powerful, why don't you see that big sister of the sword sect?"

"Shuwan has a thin skin, so she doesn't want to come to Beijing."

Lao Bai said helplessly: "I can only go to Wuliang Mountain every year and stay for three or two months. After all, I am a decent head of a famous family, and I can't be wronged to be a concubine at home."

"..."

Zhou Yi endured the desire to smash Lao Bai to death, and every time he talked about women, he would be crushed.

No matter how fragrant the oiran of Chunfenglou is, it can't compare with the female head of the sword sect, the saint of the demon sect, the lady of the family... Maybe the appearance is the same, but the sense of conquest brought by their status is like a cloud and mud in an instant!

"How has the government changed over the years? Is Prime Minister Zhang dead?"

Zhou Yi changed the subject bluntly, comforting himself secretly, and waited for Lao Bai Lao to be unable to move, and then went to find him to talk about the beauty in the world.

"In the third year of Jinglong, Zhang Xianglao died in office, and his posthumous title was Wenzhong. His majesty carried the coffin to the funeral with the gift of a disciple!"

Lao Bai said: "As for the others, nothing major has happened in these years. Your Majesty is in the prime of life and has a gentle temper. All officials say that he has the appearance of Zhongzong."

"Gentle? It should be said to be weak!"

After Zhouyi left the customs, he already knew the result of the peace talks in Northern Xinjiang. Not to mention the land cedement and compensation, Emperor Jinglong was able to put down his face and personally invite the bones of the prince of the enemy country out of the Taimiao.

Because of this, Zhang Xiang went north to quickly draw up a peace agreement!

Lao Bai said: "It's not bad to be weak. Your Majesty has been on the throne for ten years and has not punished the nine clans. Everyone is doing well."

"Fengyang Kingdom has two generations of outstanding figures, Wu Zhong and Wen Zhong, who turned the decadent situation in one fell swoop. It seems that the country will not fall in a short time."

Zhou Yi has no resentment towards Fengyang Kingdom, and commented purely from the perspective of a spectator.

Even if the world changes, that is, a new batch of people become emperors, as the person said back then, scholars are so rotten that no one can cure them, and there will be many corrupt officials and unjust cases.

The two old men who reunited in ten years, through drinking, have endless words to talk about.

During the period, when it came to the dry bones in the courtyard, the old white face showed a narrow look.

"Does Lao Zhou know who this person is?"

"Since you see my jokes, you're not a path-cutter. Could it be..."

If Zhou Yi realized something: "A member of the Zhou clan?"

"You are too cunning, boring and boring!"

Lao Bai said: "Since you left for two years, your courtyard has become a haunted house. There are strange noises from time to time at night, and most of the neighbors are scared and moved away."

Zhou Yi nodded and said: "There is indeed a ghost with a head, I just let me shoot it to death!"

"..."

Lao Bai was speechless for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Old Zhou, how good is your kung fu?"

Zhou Yi shrugged: "It's only as high as three or four floors!"

Lao Bai asked again: "Then what floor am I on?"

Zhou Yi pondered the gap between the two, and said truthfully: "You are probably on the third or fourth floor underground."

"Continue to talk about the haunted house..."

When Lao Bai was young, he didn't pursue martial arts very much. He practiced light kung fu firstly to be handsome and chic, and secondly to run away to save his life.

"Five years ago, the Zhou family got the news from nowhere and thought that you died outside, so they came to Beijing to take over the house. It turned out that you were killed by a ghost. That person was still your cousin, who seemed to be called Zhou Fang."

"It's your own fault."

Zhou Yi had already separated from the clan, and from a legal point of view, it was not the Zhou clan's turn to inherit the inheritance.

"I've been sent away."

Lao Bai said: "Next time you don't have to retreat for too long, lest you have to burn paper with me."

"remembered!"

Zhou Yi nodded slightly.

Then the topic changed from the temple to the rivers and lakes, from the south of the sky to the north of the earth, until the rooster crowed three times and the sky in the east turned pale.

"How many times can there be in life, so happy!"

Lao Bai got up to say goodbye, never walked through the main entrance, stepped on the wall and flew away.

Zhou Yi stood in the courtyard for a long time, sighing faintly.

"One day in the mountains, a thousand years in the world!"

Now I am just entering the immortal way, and I often retreat for ten years. In the future, I will cultivate to a high level. Once I come out of retreat, there may be several generations of people in the mortal world.

With a wave of his hand, Mana crushed the dead bones into ashes, which fell under the jujube tree and became fertilizer.