A faint purple spirit surged and gathered under the gaze of the Heavenly Eye, and then fell into silence.
It seems that fate is still changing...
"Turning white into purple, becoming an immortal in one step?"
Looking at Li Ningyang limping in front of him, Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.
How fast did his thoughts turn?
In an instant, through various traces and what he sensed when he was unconscious, we have deduced something that may be related to the change in Li Ningyang's destiny.
Ceremony completed?
Change the house?
Let go of the past?
It can't be the iron crutch handed to me by myself...
etc……
"Ritual, resurrection, beggar, cripple, iron crutch..."
At the moment when all kinds of trivial thoughts came together, Yang Yu couldn't help but pause slightly at his feet.
He wouldn't care about any of these thoughts at random, but when they all came together, he couldn't help but be surprised.
He had heard of this appearance, not only in his previous life, but also in this life...
"Senior?"
Li Ningyang kept wiping his heavy nose, his old face full of shame, anger and tears.
This old beggar has a non-stop runny nose and seems to be seriously ill. This is simply...
"By the way, use this thing to stand up your hair."
In the Mustard Seed Space, Yang Yu had a lot of changes of clothes, but he didn't take them out. Instead, he took out a pure gold hairband.
Woo~
Yang Yu handed over the hairband, and his mind settled in the cauldron of gluttony.
He turned the picture of Blue Water and Cold Pond upside down, and with a sweep of his mind, he settled on a certain passage in it.
That was a rather insignificant part of the daily conversation between Lu Sheng and Xu Shengyang. He didn't pay attention to it before, but he had a very good memory and scanned it casually, but now he still has some impressions.
"My brother has cultivated for a calamity, experienced all kinds of sufferings, and experienced all kinds of fortunes. He was even taught by the Taoist ancestors, and then he ascended to the master of the cave. When the great calamity came, he was one step ahead of Lu, and turned into ashes and left...
…”
"It's a sigh, a pity, a sadness, and it's extremely painful..."
"Master Xihua, slaying demons and transforming into Taoism is actually..."
"I still remember that my brother once said with a smile that those who want to inherit his position in future generations will have a humble life, be lame, have disheveled hair, be on crutches, be old and ugly..."
"Master, we are close to the right path!"
…
"A humble destiny, lame, disheveled hair, on crutches, old and ugly..."
Looking at Li Ningyang who couldn't help wiping his nose, Yang Yu's eyelids twitched. The moment he put on the golden hoop, purple energy rushed to his face.
However, without even a thousandth of a finger snap, everything returned to calm, and there was only the old beggar with a big nose in front of him.
Yang Yu lowered his eyelids.
【Li Ningyang】
[Fate: Cheap (the master of gold exchange)]
[Eleven destiny numbers: one purple, one gold, two red, three blue, two green, one white and one black]
…
"The Lord of Cash?"
With a startling glance, Yang Yu could not see the whole picture, but he had already seen two crucial ones among the various changes in his fate.
One purple, one black.
[Caught in the aura of calamity: Millions of years have passed since whales swallowed up all realms, the aura of calamity in Longquan is deep, and all living beings in the world are infected with the aura of calamity]
Haunted by calamity...
The first thing Yang Yu saw was this destiny, because he also had this destiny, almost exactly the same.
However, he is much darker than Li Ningyang.
And that purple...
【Arise at the historic moment:???】
It is not lavender, but deep purple, and its meaning is that the three layers of secluded space cannot be seen at all, as if they are shrouded in invisible mist.
"Arrived at the historic moment..."
Touching his chin lightly, Yang Yu felt as if he had spied something.
only……
"The black ones are treated equally, and the purple ones are only given to our own people? Treat them differently..."
"Senior?"
After being stared at by Yang Yu for several moments, Li Ningyang, who looked like an old beggar, couldn't help but tremble.
"Let's go, what's delicious in Shaishan Mansion? I'm hungry!"
Yang Yu came to his senses.
He didn't care much about being ridden with calamity.
Destiny is elusive, but in the deep and secluded world of Yang Prison, you can touch some subtle connections.
He vaguely realized that the reason why he could successfully descend into this world was related to this so-called calamity.
only……
He came here for cultivation, for advancement, for immortality, and for the purpose of crushing the bones of Jiutian Killing Boy and raising ashes.
He's not here to fend off anyone's troubles.
It’s none of my business that you swallow up the calamity tainted by all the worlds?!
However, before leaving the forest, Yang Yu suddenly raised his hand, and with a flash of lightning, he destroyed all the places where Li Ningyang's body was burned.
…
Yang Yu did not have the currency of Xieshan Mansion, or the Qianyuan Dynasty.
But gold seemed to be hard currency. He took out a few gold leaves and occupied the best seat by the window on the 86th floor of Xianren Residence, the largest restaurant in Shaishan Mansion.
Yes, the eighty-sixth floor.
Standing by the window, Yang Yu overlooked this ancient city and felt the alien style that was different from the mountains and seas.
At this moment, he realized why Jiang Xiazi was a little disdainful when he mentioned the big cities in the mountains and seas.
Compared to this Xieshan Palace City here, which is the sacred capital of Wanlong Dao and the most powerful city in the mountain and sea realm, it also pales in comparison.
This is by no means a city that ordinary people who are still stuck in the feudal system can build.
At a glance, there are buildings hundreds of feet high. High in the sky, long corridors are crisscrossing each other, just like corridors in the clouds that stretch across the sky.
Between the seemingly invisible clouds and mist, there are huge manors, which are where the big families that dominate this city are located.
The spiritual energy in the city is twice that of the mountains and forests, high in the sky, and twice that of the ground. There is a spirit gathering formation above this huge city.
And the formation eye is the manor of those big families.
"There are more than 120 such magnificent cities in the Qianyuan Dynasty, and the Qianyuan Dynasty is only one of the three dynasties under the control of Cangjiang Gate..."
Yang Yu took a deep breath, and his mouth and nose were filled with the scent of spiritual energy, but he did not absorb it.
The Ling Qi in the Shanshan Mansion, or in other words, the many cities with the spirit gathering formations, all have masters of the Ling Qi.
If you want to vomit, you have to pay...
But this money is not gold, but gold essence!
For one thousand taels of gold, you can get one tael of fine gold. For ten thousand taels of fine gold, you can get one tael of fine gold.
Only one tael of gold spirit can freely breathe out spiritual energy in the city, and the period is one hundred and eleven years...
Calculated, this would cost at least a hundred taels of fine gold per year.
Of course, this money was not handed over to the major families in Shashan Prefecture, but to the Cangjiang Sect, or in other words, the sect!
In the Longquan world, sects rule the world, headed by three sects of immortality, two sects of Buddhism, five sects of demons, and seven sects of demons, ruling the world.
All rules come from them.
"Even if you build ten capitals, you won't be able to have freedom..."
Yang Yu was dumbfounded, but he was not surprised either.
Whether in the past life or in this life, the core point of any system is how to drive others.
No one is willing to dedicate themselves to others when they are born, let alone the masters of various supernatural powers, or even the masters of the ten capitals?
If there is no such means, do you want to force the master of supernatural powers to waste time and effort, delay your practice, and leave your family behind to build a city?
Don’t even think about it!
"Where is the freedom?"
Li Ningyang, who sniffed a big snot from his nose and changed his clothes, looked numb:
"Even the King of Qianyuan has to provide endless spiritual materials to Cangjiang Gate every year, otherwise the royal family will change hands...
If the emperor is like this, what can ordinary people do? Unless they can join the Cangjiang Sect!"
As he said this, Li Ningyang couldn't help but feel sad:
"I originally wanted to wait for the ceremony to be completed before joining the Cangjiang Sect, but now..."
"Why, haven't you completed the ceremony?"
Yang Yu was a little surprised:
"Is it possible that Cangjiang Gate doesn't accept lame people?"
"..."
Li Ningyang's face instantly turned red, and after humming for a long time, he lowered his head in despair:
"Whoever accepts a disciple should accept an old cripple..."
He was dejected and felt sorry for himself for a long time. He didn't even get a word of comfort, so he couldn't help but look up in shock.
"Those who help themselves, God will help them. Those who abandon themselves, God will abandon them."
Yang Yu was already feasting. He was not picky about food, but that didn't mean he didn't like delicious food. The delicacies of different mountains and seas made him eat with relish.
"The situation has come to this point. If you just hang on to those two big noses and cry for three to five years, can you change the status quo?"
One million years is an unimaginably long number.
Everything in the Longquan world is very complicated. There are no less than thirty delicacies on this table. Not only are they delicious, but there are also some traces of spiritual energy left. Yang Yu eats them quite happily.
"Those who help themselves, God will help them..."
Li Ningyang was in a daze for a long time before letting out a "squeak" sound.
Snapped!
Yang Yu put down his chopsticks a moment early:
"I can't take you with me to dinner next time."
"..."
Li Ningyang was so ashamed that his face turned red.
"I'm old, frail, depleted of energy and blood, seriously ill, and even had a broken leg. In fact, these problems are not serious..."
Yang Prison spoke at the right moment:
"However, I also have something to ask for."
"Senior, senior, just ask!"
After hearing that it could be solved, Li Ningyang's old face relaxed and he looked excited.
Didn't he follow him all the way just to let this senior who didn't look like a mortal to help him?
"But, junior, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help you..."
At this point, he felt a little sorry for himself again.
"Why belittle yourself? If you don't succeed today, you may not succeed in the future. Even if you don't succeed, you should have a good relationship."
While talking, Yang Yu stood up, gave the room to Li Ningyang, turned around, and walked far away.
In Xishan City, there are many cries and shouts of people, and it is very lively. At first glance, it seems to be no different from the mountains and seas.
Everywhere he could see, the buildings, the clothes of passers-by, their words and even their appearance, all told Yang Yu that he was no longer in the mountains and seas.
A touch of separation sadness floated through Yang Yu's heart and disappeared.
He walked slowly on the street, feeling the scenery of another world, and at the same time watching all the pedestrians he saw along the street.
It seems that all living beings are always the same, no matter mountains and seas, dragon springs, past lives or this life.
The aura of gray and white means a life of hard work and travel. Occasionally, there are a few people whose lives are green, and they are all covered with beauty, and they are surrounded by people when they travel.
"Caught in calamity..."
While muttering slightly to himself, Yang Yu withdrew his gaze and looked to his side. There was a small stall with many scattered objects on it.