Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 67 On the interpretation of the word generous

"Why did you come back so late?" Bian Zheng looked at the figure who walked straight into the medicine house with confusion on his face.

"I passed by the ditch when I came back and ran into two fat fish."

Shuangxue threw away the fishing rod and sat opposite Bian Zheng. After drinking a whole pot of herbal tea, she felt that her anger had subsided.

"I brought the stuff to that lunatic."

"Just bring it with you.

Bian Zheng is still very confident in Shuangxue's strength. His nephew usually spends his days fishing, raising ducks, and writing story books. He doesn't look very reliable, but he is better at being able to fight and resist beatings.

Another advantage is that he can run fast.

The fishing rod on the ground was broken into two pieces. Bian Zheng took a look and saw that the cuts were neat, the rod shaft was covered with scorch marks, and the fishhook was nowhere to be found.

"Since the fishing rod is broken, where is the fish?" He did not ask his nephew who won the fight, such a childish question, and changed his mind to another matter.

"Fish are kind of stupid."

Shuangxue was trying to pull out the burnt strands of hair one by one without raising her head, and there was a hint of resentment in her tone.

"That's not true. If you don't want to come with me, what can I do?"

He really had no choice, but he still threw the fish in the ditch into the lake out of kindness, "Tsk, tsk, beautiful and kind-hearted people like me are really rare."

"Did you stay in Tong Palace with that duck?"

"Yes, it's so delicious that I can't bear it." Shuangxue scratched her head and grabbed a long string of burnt black hair from the back of her head, "Ah, no, uncle, you have a problem with A Chou."

"Ah Chou is a bit ugly, but he is not a duck."

"It's a real goose, a white goose!"

Thinking of Feng Yin's livid complexion and having to carefully carry his precious goose, Shuang Xue felt that her mood had improved a bit, and she no longer cared about her burnt hair.

After he returned, on the pretext that the leader of the sect should maintain good appearance, Xiaoyunshan was closed to the public for a few days, and the door was closed to thank guests for a while. It was also able to avoid the hassle of dealing with files. It couldn't be more perfect!

"It's not my fault that I cheated him. I helped him take care of his sister, and he raised a goose for me. This is very reasonable."

Shuangxue successfully threw away the baggage and went out with a lighter tone.

Bian Zheng actually wanted to let his nephew touch his pocket, see how many children there were, and remind him who was raising the children.

Unexpectedly, a jet-black hand stretched out, palm up, waving it in front of the good-tempered white-haired immortal.

"What are you doing?" Bian Zheng asked confused.

"Uncle Master, please pay for the errands."

"No."

"Really not?"

"The fist has it."

Bian Zheng smiled gently and her tone was also gentle.

Shuangxue retracted her hand silently. Fortunately, he was beaten a little on purpose. I bet his miserable appearance was just for the blind man to see.

Seeing the prompt that appeared in front of him, the serious white-haired immortal suddenly froze and smiled bitterly.

"Uncle Master, have you ever felt that Guiyu Mountain has been too quiet recently?"

"Quiet is a good thing."

Bian Zheng didn't even raise his head, minding his own business with the spiritual plant in his hand.

What he said was correct. Xuan Shuang Sect was charged with the mission of guarding Beiyuan and ensuring that the snow line would not move southward. With the support of the large formation, there was an unreasonable force that blocked the snow line behind the cliff on the dark side of Guiyu Mountain.

"Uncle Master is right." Shuangxue looked out the window. Shanyin should not be visible from this position.

He closed his eyes, and his profound spiritual consciousness passed through the forest, dispersed in the sea of ​​clouds, fell into the deep stream, and climbed over the cliff.

He saw grass at the foot of the cliff that did not exist in this world, growing on soil whose name was good intentions but was actually lies.

He saw the endless black shadows under the ice wall, the angry wailing of the snowfield behind the cliff, and the never-ending wind and snow.

"The snow line has never stopped moving south."

Shuangxue withdrew her consciousness and felt extremely melancholy.

Even though the Xuanshuang Sect has a rich family background and inheritance, the number of disciples in the sect has always been sparse compared to other sects.

Probably because of the hardships in the Northern Plains, there is never spring outside the sect's great formation.

Now thinking about those people who desperately escaped from this bitter cold land, Shuangxue found a certain sentence of his nominal junior sister more and more interesting.

"Everyone who stays here is a prisoner of Beiyuan."

In the wind and snow, he stopped talking.

Yan couldn't understand how Qu Hongsu could determine the existence of evil cultivators faster than him, but in fact the reason was very crude and simple.

In Qu Hongsu's world, there is only the difference between insects and ants and our own people.

After reading the list of auction items that came with the invitation, she directly classified most of the people attending the auction into the garbage category.

"This Thunder Spirit Root is very high in purity and completeness." Seeing the dangerous aura emanating from Qu Hongsu's body, Shan Hongyi couldn't help but mention, "It should have been stripped off voluntarily by the owner.

"

Qu Hongsu knew that Granny Shan wanted to comfort her not to worry too much, but she still couldn't hide her anger: "Grandma Shan, this is obviously wrong!"

"Why do you all think this is normal!" She glared at the old man in red.

"Why can you acquiesce in the existence of such a thing!"

Sheng Fei hung the white cat on the window sill and rubbed his head. The headache just now seemed to be a non-existent hallucination.

She hugged Sha Mao tightly again, and even though the people in the audience were making noises, she felt chills all over her body and thought of something for no reason.

In an environment where the strong are respected, talking about voluntariness is nothing but a joke. A certain white-haired figure said this.

Yan used special means to significantly reduce and confuse some of Sheng Fei's memories, rather than completely erasing them. Her instinctive reactions still existed.

When the treatment reaches keywords, key things and the like, the relevant memories will be automatically triggered, but they are all suppressed by the power of the spiritual pupil.

The two collided in the sea of ​​consciousness. It was normal to have a headache. Yan frowned.

"Does it hurt?"

"No." Sheng Wei looked back at her "brother" in a strange way, and then looked at the dazzling purple air ball outside the field.

Isn't pain a very common existence for her? Why is there such a fuss?

Besides, she just touched her head twice, and she wasn't sure whether she really had a headache!

In the field, the bidding price of Lei Linggen has soared to 200,000 high-grade spiritual stones, and continues to increase, with the minimum increase being 1,000 high-grade spiritual stones.

"Twenty-one thousand!"

"Twenty-one thousand!"

"Two hundred and fifteen thousand!"

"Two hundred and twenty thousand!"

"Two hundred and twenty-one thousand!"

"Two hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Two hundred and fifty-one thousand!"

…

"It's really incomprehensible that they can fight over things that don't belong to them."

Sheng Fei lowered her head and murmured to herself. She noticed an extremely unexpected presence among the shouts.

The female voice is clear and clear, and each time the price is increased, it only adds one thousand.

"Who is in the westernmost room and the one shouting the loudest?" She felt something sounded familiar, so she asked directly.

In her impression, "brother" should be an omniscient and omnipotent existence.

Yan looked at Sheng Fei who took the initiative to grab his sleeve, with a smile on his face and temporarily put some worries behind him.

"They are naturally generous when they pay for themselves or those close to them."

A front-line report from the customer service of the Virtual Time and Space Development Company: In view of someone’s front and rear legs being abducted, a certain Qu NPC was so angry that he fell asleep and beat the game planner all night long.

Game operators and program developers were delighted to hear this, and both went shopping in the Immaculate Land.

(End of chapter)