Urban Super Ingot System

The great desolation clouds, endless red dust, a figure walking alone.

Every step he took seemed very difficult, as if it would take a lot of effort, like a companion about to die.

In the black robe, the broken body, the carrion fell little by little, turned into flying ash and disappeared.

For millions of years, Ye Qing is still like this, or even more serious, but he is not worried at all and has a firm will.

Step by step, but immersed in that vast red dust in consciousness, constantly pursuing, understanding, and capturing that wisp of spiritual light.

That sensed, saw, and even touched the Dao that he was searching for, red dust into immortals.

Day after day, on this day, Ye Qing walked into a huge Terran tribe, watching the Terran sorrow, joy and anger, and merging.

He had a feeling that as long as he cleared the red dust rolling fog, he would be able to illuminate the heart of the immortal and achieve the red dust fairy.

But this kind of opportunity is difficult, even under the powerful effect of the Enlightenment Fruit, Ye “007” Qing feels blurred, and he can’t grasp the fleeting aura.

But he is not in a hurry, millions of years have come, want to be invincible, doomed to loneliness and loneliness, casual achievements will never be solid.

He walked, as if he had lost his strength, and sat down on the side of the street, his back against a piece of rotten wood.

The rotten wood decayed, just like his rotten body, and would burst into ashes at any time.

On his body, the black robe had long been old and dilapidated, but it just covered his rotten body, which was difficult for outsiders to see.

Sitting here paralyzed for two days, people came and went, but no one paid attention to him, and some even looked at it and forgot about it.

In the sky, it snowed, winter was coming, and the icy cold air filled the air, sweeping the clouds of the great wilderness.

The snow was white, and the strange thing was that the snow accumulated on Ye Qing’s body was strangely integrated into the body.

He sat quietly like this, and people who didn’t understand thought he was a beggar.

“Are you hungry?”

Suddenly, one day, a little girl of about five or six years old walked in front of me, wearing a torn cotton coat, and her little face was frozen red.

On the pink little hand, he was tightly dragging two yellowed steamed buns, very stiff, but he seemed to be very precious and held in his arms.

She looked at Ye Qing, who was sitting paralyzed on the snow, motionless, as if she was about to freeze.

“Here you go, eat.” The little girl handed the yellowed steamed buns, but Ye Qing didn’t move and didn’t pay attention to it at all.

The whole consciousness is immersed in that vast red dust, lying in the billowing red dust smoke, constantly seeking and feeling.

Seeing that he didn’t move, the little girl hesitated, took two steps forward, and gently placed the yellowed steamed bun on the snow in front of Ye Qing.

She turned her head step by step, walked a few steps and took a look, as if she didn’t want the steamed bun, and seemed to hope that the black-robed man could live.

In the middle of winter, the snow was falling, and he sat there and froze easily, and the little girl was gone.

“Huh?”

As soon as she left, Ye Qing, who was originally motionless, was stunned, because in an instant, he seemed to have captured that wonderful feeling, which was the Dao he was searching for.

But when he tried to get closer, trying to capture his feelings, he suddenly disappeared.

Waking up from this, Ye Qing saw the yellowed steamed bun on the snow in front of him, and was immediately stunned.

“Someone actually sent me a steamed bun?” Strange, because his existence is unconsciously ignored, no one will notice him at all.

But, what is the steamed bun in front of you? Ye Qing was puzzled, and there was a ray of light in her cloudy eyes, gradually showing the previous scene.

He saw a little girl of five or six years old, wearing a torn cotton coat, her little face was cold and red, and her small hands were holding two yellowed steamed buns tightly.

It was this little girl who gave one of the steamed buns to Ye Qing, and when she saw this, Ye Qing’s heart was suddenly shocked, as if something had sprouted out of her heart and gradually took root.

“Red dust fairy, red dust into immortal…”

He muttered to himself, reaching out to grab the yellowed steamed bun, cold and blunt, it was the most ordinary steamed bun.

Ye Qing looked at this steamed bun in a daze, then took a bite and chewed slowly, as if he was carefully feeling something.

At this moment, Ye Qing recalled the feeling that truly belonged to humans, how long had it been since he had eaten?

100,000 years, or a million years?

Since he cultivated, he hadn’t eaten many times, forgetting the instinct that mortals should have, eating.

Yes, since Ye Qing’s cultivation has been successful, he has rarely eaten, and he used to eat some powerful creatures, but gradually there is none.

Even unconsciously forgetting, he couldn’t remember how long he hadn’t eaten, and now suddenly recalling this feeling made Ye Qing’s heart have a wonderful feeling.

Ten thousand red dust, does not refer to the life of mortals, joy, anger and sorrow, that is the real red dust.

“Ahem…” Ye Qing coughed twice, like an old man who was about to die, his voice was hoarse and he muttered to himself.

“I, forgot myself as a mortal, forgot that I was also a mortal, red dust into immortals, in fact, starting from mortals step by step to cultivate into immortals, with mortal understanding, with red dust world, there is red dust fairy.. 0”

The hoarse voice was full of a wonderful emotion, and the thoughts that were constantly churning in his heart gradually occupied Ye Qing’s heart.

Looking at this steamed bun, Ye Qing ate it clean bite by bite, although at the moment, his body was broken and his internal organs were almost corrupted, but it was still okay to eat a steamed bun.

It’s just a little weird and scary, a half-skeleton, half-rotten person, gnawing a steamed bun in the snow on the street, how terrifying it is to look at.

When Ye Qing finished eating the whole steamed bun, there was something in her heart that was about to sprout.

That rotten heart gradually changed into a wisp of strong vitality, poof, poof, a trace of vitality blood flowed out, and gradually moisturized the whole body.

The decaying body began to have a wonderful vitality, which was not deliberately done by Ye Qing, but the body was born by itself, for no reason, it was very wonderful.

Ye Qing slowly got up, his heart was filled with a wisp of vitality, very tenacious, even ten thousand ways of corrosion could not erase it.

“Red dust has immortals, that little girl has a fate with me…” Ye Qing muttered and said hoarsely.

The little girl before actually brought him a fairy fate, making him realize the mystery of red dust and immortals.

At this moment, Ye Qing finally grasped that wonderful feeling, just because of a steamed bun from that little girl.

Millions of years, today, because of that little girl’s 5.1 steamed buns, a kind move, for Ye Qing broke the heart of millions of years of dust.

A clear red dust heart, finally slowly awakened, this is the cause, but also the effect, the little girl is equivalent to Ye Qing’s wisp of Dao.

He took heavy steps, dragged the remnants of his body, and walked towards the breath left by the little girl.

This cause and effect must be returned, otherwise Ye Qing’s heart will not be accessible. That’s why he got up and chased towards the place where the little girl’s breath was before.

Now, Ye Qing’s body began to exchange a wisp of tenacious vitality, and her heart gradually woke up, no longer looking decayed and defeated.

Although it was a wisp, Ye Qing had already understood that it would not take long for him to completely break through the shackles of ten thousand shackles and corrode, and he would naturally shed the decaying and aging mortal tire and achieve the red dust fairy fetus.

Step by step, Ye Qing came to a deserted mansion in the city and quietly looked at this dilapidated mansion. _

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