Chapter 843
Although the meaning of death in the eyes of gods is different from that of mortals, to gods, death is just another form of existence in the world.
Or mountains, rocks, flowers and plants, or fish and insects in the wind and snow.
This concept and method of death is probably something that only gods can accept calmly.
For ordinary people, sentient beings in the Lower Immortal Realm and even the Upper Immortal Realm, they are more or less unable to accept it. Just like Sang Yue, she can accept the way she died, but she cannot accept the fate of her relatives and friends.
Therefore, she must develop this regeneration medicine.
"Then where are we going to find an unusual prescription?" Ah Man's head was as big as a bucket. "With your luck when carrying it, without the regeneration medicine, you will not be able to escape death even if you have nine lives."
For ordinary people, the fairyland is already the most beautiful and comfortable paradise in the world.
But its owner is burdened with a curse from gods and demons. He had a relationship with demons in previous lives, and now he is being chased to the fairyland by the children of the demon family. Having just arrived in the Immortal Realm and fell into the Palace of the Demon Lord, one of the perverts that Emperor Biluo had testified against, his future was simply worrying.
Now it can’t even use the regeneration medicine, it’s desperate! I am always worried that something will happen to my master the next moment.
"That's it," Sang Yue said indifferently, stretching out her fingers to touch the snake's head, "You are no longer a weapon spirit in the space. My death will not affect you. What are you afraid of?"
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Aman was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing. He was so happy that he smashed the snake's tail on the ground like a disco:
"Yes, I have nothing to do with you anymore! Once you die, I will be free!"
"Are you happy?"
"Kaisen~"
Snap, a living white-eyed snake was flicked away by someone's finger, and it slowly slid down against the other wall of the practice room.
Aqi: "..."
In such a huge palace, I can't find any decent immortal, which makes me feel tired~.
Sang Yue accidentally caught a glimpse of Ah Qi's melancholy expression, thinking that it was worried about her, and reached out to touch its furry head:
"Don't worry, haste makes waste. Besides, I have just arrived, and there will be many opportunities to explore in the future."
Falling into anxiety not only failed to solve the problem, it also made her life worse. Yan Bi moved his joined fingers with ease and flexibility, no different from before the break. Look, life is still beautiful when there is medicine to treat injuries.
"A-Sang," A-Qi suddenly blurted out for some reason as he watched her throw the dust-clearing technique into the huge practice room, "Do you hate living here?"
From the first wave of being beaten by the harpoon, she was scolding Xianzun and Qin for being perverts, and seemed to be extremely disgusted.
"Hate it? Of course not." After cleaning up the blood stains in the room, Sang Yue came to knelt down in front of Konghou, holding a soft cloth in her hand and began to wipe the body of the instrument, "Thanks to the Immortal Lord for enabling me to become Qingyun Immortal and allowing me to stay here." He practices in the palace.
It’s too late for me to be grateful, so how could I hate it? ”
As for the strong people who were beyond her reach, she could only look up to them except for cursing them as "perverts" behind their backs. Of course, there are also preconceived prejudices, and my sister’s comments about him are still fresh in my mind and I dare not forget them.
She didn't care about his purpose of saving her. He didn't care about his deeds and his heart. There was no perfect person in the world.
Self-knowledge is the basic element for the weak to survive. She has only seen the weak who ask for human rights from the strong in the storybooks in her hometown. In reality, it is more serious for her to give up her fantasies and find new breakthroughs in a stable environment.
"I thought you saw your friend coming and wanted to enter the Immortal Sect to practice with him." Aqi also knelt down to watch her work.
Look, this piano is very snobbish. It is very docile when you wipe it, but it goes crazy when you play it. "You are stupid," Aman, who was sitting on top of its head, complained. "How can a smart person put all his eggs in one basket? If someone is rejected, the other person will be affected..."
When we ride in the same boat, we will both prosper and suffer.
Even if there is a chance, it can only fall on one person's head, and the other person will be depressed even if he is sincerely happy.
As long as each goes his own way and doesn't interfere with each other, at least everyone's friendship will still be there.
This is the Immortal Realm, unlike the spiritual world where we fight for a few resources and risk our lives. It is also an era of peace in the three realms. There is no need to stick together to stay warm and overcome difficulties. The two of them can find a suitable way to practice with peace of mind.
Sang Yue is a body of chaos, and she can extract any technique from the crystal ball. With the elixir that you refine yourself, you can become a talented person by yourself as long as nothing unexpected happens.
Just because he is used to free-range breeding, it is difficult to accept the constraints of the immortal sect's rules.
Tu Qingyun is different. He has a heavenly spiritual root. Although he yearns for the freedom and freedom of casual cultivators, he is limited by the lack of resources and knowledge. Without the guidance of a famous teacher and the proper techniques taught by the sect, even if he is extremely talented, his achievements will be limited.
Unless she is willing to share the aura of space with him and extract the spiritual world skills suitable for his practice from the crystal ball.
Of course she is not happy. People change. Today she is the best in the world, but she may not be the best tomorrow. Except for special times, such as when she has a common enemy, she doesn't mind the convenience of sharing space with her friends.
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Speaking of his friends, Sang Yue suddenly wanted to know if the name Tu Qingyun had brought him any trouble. When he was in his hometown, he originally wanted to call him Tu Qingzhou, but since Qingzhou was a real city, he changed it to Qingyun.
Now that he has come to Qingyun Immortal Realm, the memory of his long dead life comes back again. I wonder if he can withstand the pressure and insist on not changing his name.
"Hahaha..."
At the mention of this matter, the three of them laughed in unison, and Aqi also laughed heartily. Aman also enthusiastically suggested that we should go to the fairy gate to have a look? See if he was kicked out and became an outer disciple or a handyman.
"Forget it," Sang Yue smiled and shook her head, "How embarrassing it would be if he found out."
Let's save some face for him.
Just like she is now a servant, although she doesn't care much about face, she doesn't want her friends to see her groveling. If she encounters a scene where she is punished by the Immortal Lord, she can be so embarrassed that she can dig out a city from the ground.
Again, it would be nice to know that everyone is safe and sound.
After chatting and gossiping, Aman and Aqi were thrown into the space to open up wasteland for planting. It must be divided into areas, such as the spiritual plant area, the fairy plant area, as well as the magic plant, demon plant, otherworldly plant, etc., and she is applying maintenance wax and string protection ointment to the konghou in the practice room.
There must also be fairy fields for growing grains and grains. Crop seeds, plants, etc. will be collected slowly when she has time later.
Various fruit trees also need to be replenished. The flower, fruit and tea trees in her hometown were destroyed by Tianxuan. She was really distressed! In addition, after the piano body is properly maintained, she will go to the East Side Hall to ask the two immortal officials about the origin of the konghou.
Knowing the origin of the harp was the best way to prescribe the right medicine. Otherwise, she didn't plan to get into trouble again until her medicine was ready.
She arranged her daily work to the fullest and was so absorbed in her thoughts that she had no idea that there was a figure watching outside the door. The silver-haired Immortal Lord never showed up, and his deep and freezing eyes looked at her as she was busy in an orderly manner.
She hummed a tuneless tune while wiping. As for the heat on the left side of her face, it dissipated long after she took the elixir and gradually returned to a shallow mark.
He adapted quickly, the silver-haired immortal's eyebrows warmed slightly, and he turned around and disappeared from the door.
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