The throne of God is waiting for me

Coming? What are you asking about? "

Over the years, while Xiao Wang has used the luck of the country to speed up the healing of his soul, he has also given Chu Yu some pointers from time to time. Some of them are related to civil affairs and people's livelihood, and some may be strategies on the battlefield... Therefore, Chu Yu's arrival is not surprising.

"Senior, are you leaving?" Chu Yu frowned, with a gloomy look on his face, and his body was already filled with the supreme majesty of the common master of the world.

His facial features are still handsome, but he has a colder temperament that he did not have when he was a boy. If he showed such an expression in the court, it would even intimidate many courtiers.

A trace of surprise flashed across Xiao Wan's eyes: "How did you know?"

"The sound of senior's flute is full of separation."

Chu Yu whispered in despair: "It's like a Kun that travels all over the world and flies through the nine heavens."

Perhaps, this world is still too small for seniors. So much so that his music is like a bird jumping out of a cage, full of freedom and unrestrained meaning...

Chu Yu was immersed in a low mood, and he felt an inexplicable sense of grievance in his heart.

His mother died young, his father was displeased, and he was bullied as a child. It was Xiao Wan who pulled him out of the dark corner in time, allowing him to grow up step by step, and even set foot on the once unreachable throne.

Over the years, he has regarded Xiao Wan as the closest elder in his heart. But now the other party is also abandoning him.

Suddenly, he felt a slightly cool hand pat him on the head, and a familiar indifferent voice sounded in his ears, but it had a softer tone than before: "There is no banquet in the world, so why bother to make a banquet?" This childish attitude..."

Chu Yu raised his head, his expression slightly dazed due to surprise. In his reluctant gaze, the young man in white opposite him, who seemed to be favored by time, showed a faint smile on his curved lips.

Although he can indeed continue to stay in this world, but——

"I have what I want in my life, and I will do whatever it takes to achieve it."

Seeing the kid in front of him, who had watched him grow up with his own eyes, lowering his head in frustration, Xiao Wan said something unusual: "And you should walk your own path."

——Perhaps Chu Yu has never noticed that he is no longer a humble and crying child who can only hide in the corner, but has begun to turn into a star, and will soon shine over the history of this world for eternity.

An illusory door emerged from the void, and the opposite side of the deep passage seemed to connect the infinite universe and the galaxy.

As soon as Xiao Wan took a step, he heard the young man behind him suddenly say in a low voice: "...can I call you teacher?"

Xiao Wan looked stunned. He neither affirmed nor denied. He just waved his hand behind him and stepped into the door. His whole body turned into an indescribable brilliance and disappeared from Chu Yu's sight. middle.

The building was empty after people left, the geese did not return, and the shadows of clouds passed leisurely across the sky. Only a jade flute lay quietly on the table, with its red silk ribbon dancing in the wind.

Chu Yu carefully picked up the jade flute, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips. In that short silence, he already understood the answer.

——

The Imperial Master of the State of Chu appeared and disappeared mysteriously, and there were various speculations about him. Some people in ancient history even recorded the bright and dazzling light in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion that day, treating the Imperial Preceptor as an immortal who had returned from the world of mortals.

To assist the emperor in order to bring peace to the world, he rode on the blue clouds and returned to his fairyland.

The most amazing thing is that the autobiography of the eternal emperor that was discovered thousands of years later completely confirmed this guess, and even boasted about the mysterious national master. The so-called experts who called the history books ridiculous fell silent.

In a certain history forum, someone swore:

〖"Chu History" is really the most unreliable official history, a bunch of rainbow farts... It actually praises the founder of the country, who was blessed by immortals since he was a child, and was destined to be an emperor? ! emmmmm, what a shame! At least the fake ones are more real! 〗

〖Yes, if there really are immortals in this world, why would the great ancestor of Chu bother to fight for world supremacy? I have long since gone to become an immortal. No matter what happens, I should stay with the immortal to seek immortality! The emperor is selfish by nature, how could he let the other person leave? 〗

In a small apartment, the young man sitting at the computer desk couldn't help but smile when he saw such a message.

Just three days ago, countless past lives suddenly awakened in his mind, along with a book of cultivation techniques sealed in his soul that was specifically modified for him.

He lowered his head and tapped on the keyboard.

〖That's because he knows that the sun in the sky is constantly moving and will never stop for mortals. 〗

〖If you want to pull the sun from the sky down to earth just because of the greed and reluctance in your heart, such feelings would be too selfish. 〗

〖Why not try your best to shine and become one of the stars chasing the sun? 〗

After typing this sentence, he began to silently think about the cultivation techniques in his mind.

A new journey of urban cultivation is about to begin, and a corner of the mysterious and extraordinary world has been revealed.

Chapter 19 Asking the Peak 1

Xiao Wan's consciousness had just awakened, and he felt a sense of weightlessness all over his body. The wind was blowing around him, and his clothes were rustling. His eyes were completely dark, and he couldn't see any light.

He seemed to be falling rapidly, into the boundless darkness.

Just as he was about to mobilize his power, Xiao Wan realized that the body was in extremely bad condition. Some kind of internal force was tangled in the meridians, and his eyes were even darker.

He immediately let go of all his spiritual perceptions.

The surrounding environment immediately came into Xiao Wan's mind - the steep cliffs on both sides of the bank continued to recede, the sound of rushing waterfalls was faintly heard, the boundless sky hung high above, and the abyss crawled below.

And he was falling rapidly in mid-air, and below him was a deep and unpredictable abyss canyon.

It won't be long before it turns into a puddle of meat.

[Host, do you need help? The system will serve you wholeheartedly~]

The mechanical sound of the system suddenly sounded. Xiao Wang heard the words and withdrew the power of the soul that was about to use it, with a flash of thought in his eyes.

"Okay." He answered simply.

The next second, an invisible force suddenly rose from Xiao Wan's body, burning violently around him.

The cold wind seemed to suddenly become gentle, and his rapid downward trend was instantly hindered. The invisible breeze lifted him up and floated down lightly.

Like a feather falling silently.

"Wow——"

Water splashed everywhere, Xiao Wang stepped into the mountain stream at the bottom of the cliff, and he was about to fall down as soon as his body went limp.

He stabilized his body, half-leaning on a large bluestone next to him, and calmed down the stagnation in his chest slightly. Then he lowered his head and cast his dim eyes on the water, as if he saw the elegant reflection in the water. .

The water surface was like a mirror, and the young man in the mirror looked at him from a distance, revealing a face that was difficult to describe with pen and ink or words.

Pale, handsome, indescribably noble, and a little careless.

It's a pity that those dark pupils were dim and dull, leaving only emptiness and deathly silence.

This is a complete blind man.

"Ahem..."

Xiao Wan coughed heavily for a while, and a feeling of numbness rose from his shoulders and gradually spread to other parts. Only then did he notice his current situation.

His clothes were in tatters, and there were more than a dozen wounds, large and small, all over his body. The spreading blood had already dyed a pool of water at his feet red. One wound on his shoulder, in particular, turned purple and black, which was obviously due to poisoning.

Thinking of the blindness of the body itself and the disordered internal energy in the body, Xiao Wan instinctively had a premonition of trouble.

He sighed softly, and the power of his soul began to spread outwards, preparing to find suitable herbs, first suppressing the poison and serious injuries. Lest you have to leave this world as soon as you arrive.

A hollow flute carved from jasper suddenly appeared between the fingers of Xiao Wan's left hand, and a broken sword with a broken tip appeared in his right hand. Xiao Wan looked at the only two items on his body, pondered for a moment, and put the flute to his lips.

Notes floated out from his lips. In the melodious and clear music, an unknown bird fluttered its wings and flew towards him. Its snow-white feathers were pure and flawless, and a touch of bright red on its forehead was eye-catching.

The power of Xiao Wan's soul spread silently, adding some kind of bewitching charm to the moving notes.

Gradually, the sky is filled with flying feathers like snow. Birds heard the sound and came, carrying red fruits or green grass.

Piles of fruits and herbs were placed in front of Xiao Wan, birds were chirping faintly, and these creatures who were seduced by Xiao Wan's music hovered lightly in the sky above Yougu, dancing gracefully. $Si$Rabbit$net$document$share$share$with$online$readUntil the sound of the flute gradually stopped and all the birds dispersed, the snow-white bird that flew first still lingered on the treetop next to it, its small dark eyes fixed on Xiao Wan, its posture seemed to be deep in thought. A scholar with a unique temperament.

Xiao Wan had no time to pay attention to this unique meditator. The power of his soul swept over the pile of wild fruits and herbs in front of him and began to summon the system: "As quickly as possible, identify the herbs that can heal wounds and detoxify, and Non-toxic and harmless edible food.”

[Yes, host, don’t worry! 】

In just five words, Xiao Wan could hear an impatient joy from the mechanical sound, which made him a little more certain about some of his guesses.

…

After hastily stopping the wounds on his body and temporarily suppressing the poison, Xiao Wan cleaned a few wild fruits and was about to eat them when his movements suddenly stopped.

Faint footsteps came not far from Yougu, and then, a figure turned around the mountain wall next to it and appeared in front of Xiao Wan.

"Qiu - no, you are just a clown without a name now." The visitor's voice was joking and sarcastic, "Unexpectedly, you are really not dead?"

Xiao Wan did not raise his head, the figure of the other party was clearly reflected in his mind.

He was around 20 years old, with handsome features, but the condescending sarcasm in his eyes and a hint of hidden jealousy ruined his handsome appearance, adding a very uncomfortable temperament.

"God really gave me face and gave me the opportunity to kill you with my own hands."

As he spoke, the man approached step by step, seemingly trying to create huge pressure. Looking at Xiao Wan, who was sitting on the ground weak and seemingly unable to resist, he looked even more proud.

"So..." Xiao looked at the young man talking to himself speechlessly. He searched through the memories in his mind and found no impression, "Who are you?"

The young man's expression changed, and he was immediately irritated.

"You're such a bullshit, you're just a blind pretty boy. I want to see if you're really so arrogant!" He quickly came to Xiao Wan, raised his hand and grabbed it, as if he wanted to kill him. Xiao Wan mentioned it directly, "If you kneel down and beg me right now -"

"Click——"

A hand suddenly pinched his wrist, and the crisp sound of his wrist bone breaking sounded, and the young man immediately groaned.

He sank his waist and was about to fight back, but suddenly his eyes went dark, and a small black shadow suddenly pounced on his face.

His eyeballs hurt so much that he covered his left eye and screamed: "Ah-what?!"

The young man waved his hands randomly, and his other eyeball suddenly hurt again, and finally fell to the ground completely.

The snow-white bird flapped its wings and hit the other party until it was bruised and swollen. Then it flew away from the other party's frantic pounce and came to Xiao Wang, as if seeking praise.

Xiao Wang was stunned for a while, "looked" at the young man who was covering his eyes and screaming on the ground, and then "looked" at the petite bird in front of him...

Then, he pointed to the stream next to him with disdain, and his expression was self-evident.

The snow-white bird turned around aggrievedly, plunged into the stream, and washed the blood off its mouth.

Xiao Wang casually drew out the broken sword and threw it at the young man rolling on the ground.

The sharp sword light flashed, and the wailing sound gradually stopped.

"Since ancient times, villains have died because of talking too much, and it seems that this is even more true for extras..."

He secretly complained