"I have an anti-space raft, you can take a good look at it!"
Uncle Mi took out a ferry, which was from the Fifth Ring Road. Lou Xiaoyi did not pick it up. Mi Zhenjun smiled and said,
"Monks should be indifferent to life and death. For sword cultivators, they should not give up life because of sorrow and sorrow, but they should also have the dignity to leave with dignity. Live for the sake of living. Like maggots, they cannot drink and kill people, roam the void, and fight with each other.
Death is no different.
I will use a certain forbidden technique to heal myself at a certain time in the future, fight for a chance of survival, and leave life and death to the will of heaven; but before that, I also have the right to make arrangements for my own funeral."
Lou Xiaoyi then took over the raft, feeling helpless. To be honest, his persistence was a bit excessive. Every swordsman had the right to choose his own end. Between persistence and giving up, he had no right to ask an elder to reconsider his decision.
choose.
But he still did it. He had his own selfish motives. In this unfamiliar world, he really needed the help of a knowledgeable elder. This was his limit. From now on, he would not force his uncle to do anything.
He felt that his uncle had something wrong with his state of mind. Maybe it was, maybe not!
When he was talking to his uncle, the salamanders did not come up to disturb him. At this point, they behaved very humanely. It was not until a month later that Mi Zhenjun stood up. This was his first time in decades.
Second-rate,
This month, all the wine in Lou Xiaoyijie has been drunk, not only from Wuhuan Qingkong, but also from Zhou Xian. Uncle Mi is good at wine, which is also the hobby of most sword cultivators.
"This is a failed pursuit! Arrogant and willful! Irresponsible to my friends and not precious to myself! If I hadn't met you in the end, I would have become one of the many high-level monks of the Five Ring Sword Vein who have disappeared for no reason!
No one knows where I went? What happened to me? Who was my opponent?
This is the pride of sword cultivators and the sorrow of sword cultivators! We know that this is not the best way, but we will still do it!
Because, after many sword cultivators died in foreign lands, some sword cultivators will eventually return and become stronger!
I am the former and you are the latter!
So, the process is actually the same, the results are just different!”
Lou Xiaoyi was a little sad, "Uncle Master..."
Mi Zhenjun waved his hand, "Every sword cultivator has a supreme dream in his heart, to be like Crow Ancestor! But not everyone can be like him, who can escape and come back!
You are better than me, so don’t restrict yourself, just do whatever you want, whatever you want to do!
As a swordsman, just have fun!"
Mr. Mi Zhen took a long breath and said, "In my life, I hate having my weakness seen the most, but when it finally happened, I let these foreign creatures watch for decades, and I will never be safe again!"
But I want them to know that the sword cultivator has been here for decades, not because he is afraid of death, but because he is waiting for something!
Boy, stay away from me, I will show you what Wei Jianshan is really capable of!"
From a distance, several Zhenjun Salamanders cast their eyes over, and they also felt something!
I saw the sword cultivator who had never gotten up since he hid here. Suddenly, as if he had been given a shot of blood, he swung his sword into the void and swayed with sword light. They shook their heads when they saw it, because this was squeezing their potential.
Looking back, the salamanders in the realm of the true king know this very well.
Immediately afterwards, the new sword cultivator also joined in and used his sword to fight. For a moment, half of the Salamander camp was messed up by the light of the sword!
Just a moment later, a loud roar came, as if the child was shouting with his life. The shout was full of heroism and excitement, as if he was running towards new life, but without any trace of unwillingness!
Then, it stopped suddenly!
Sword cultivators are a really strange group!
...A moment later, Lou Xiaoyi came to True Lord Pomegranate and smiled, "True Lord, please make arrangements! This old man is really troublesome. He has wasted so much of my time. I have wasted so much time on boring listening!"
True Monarch Pomegranate was a little confused. His fellow Sword Cultivator had disappeared. Shouldn't he mourn his death with sorrow? Why did he suddenly ask for an arrangement?
Of course, it's still too late, the love period will end in a few months... But, aren't humans the most particular about atmosphere and mood in this kind of thing?
Or, are you deeply hurt and want to vent?
All of them are freaks!
But she couldn't ask deeply. The world of freaks was incomprehensible to others, let alone foreigners like them. As long as they were willing to dedicate their life seeds, the rest wouldn't matter.
"Okay! As you wish! Then my fellow Taoist has come to know a lot about our Salamander clan along the way. Among these beautiful flowers, which one do you like? Ding Ding? Xun Xun? Or something else...
"
Lou Xiaoyi laughed loudly, "I am willing to work hard for the continuation of the race! Of course they are good, but they are so beautiful, how can we favor one over the other? I wonder if the real king is interested? We old cows can pull a broken cart, just
Start with yourself!”
Pomegranate Lord smiled, this sword cultivator is also a pervert, he likes calves to chew tree roots! It’s nothing. Salamanders reproduce offspring, but regardless of their realm or age, that is everyone’s responsibility. As long as they are alive, their functions are there.
!
"Fellow Taoist, since you are interested, how dare Shiliu not accompany you?"
Lou Xiaoyi followed her and said as if unintentionally: "Since Sister Shiliu has lived in this airspace for a long time, she must be very familiar with it. Have you ever heard that there is a blue lion group nearby?"
Shiliu knew that this was indeed the case, and this sword cultivator also had his own purpose! When he came here and met his fellow disciples, he knew that Salamander was a favor, but he couldn't open his mouth again, so he gave generously. In fact, he just wanted to know
Just some news!
This is not surprising. In the world of cultivation, how can there be true dedication? Everyone must get what they need and what they deserve!
"Blue lions? Of course you know! We have lived in the same space with them for tens of thousands of years, stumbling and getting dirty all the time. We know it so well! Why don't we talk about it while doing it to avoid being boring?"
Lou Xiaoyi is not pretentious. Here, he can't find an unobtrusive way to find out the details of the blue lion group! So he simply exchanges benefits directly! As indigenous people, no one knows the same ancient ferocious beasts better than them.
The truth is, if Salamander is left alone, he won't be able to find anyone else who knows the truth behind Qing Shi!
It can not only entertain you, but also explore the enemy's situation, why not do it?
As for whether it should be done or not, he never considers the common etiquette! Uncle Mi is right, just do it if you want to do it, leave him alone!
Yiren walked alone to the deepest part of the mist. The other salamanders didn't show any jealousy. This was either feelings or transactions. Moreover, Lou Xiaoyi also doubted whether this race understands emotions.
Looking at Sister Pomegranate's swaying limbs in front of him, he finally had the opportunity to find out what was hidden under the thick long skirt that could withstand the monk's spiritual consciousness.
