The Immortal Sect has been reorganized and is gradually achieving results. Now it is no longer a mess. The new sect leaders and elders of each sect are also working hard. The most important thing is that they are indeed people of good conduct and caring for the common people.
Meng Qilou spends most of his time in the Demon Clan. If anything happens to the Immortal Sect, he can report to him. He will not stay on top of the snow-capped mountains like before, lonely and boring.
Over the years, he and Mu Cheng traveled to various parts of the world, sometimes living in human towns for decades like mortals. These decades were a human lifetime, and they watched their neighbors transform from young children into An old man, watching the world change dynasties, watching them get up in the morning and rest at sunset.
After wandering around for hundreds of years and living in the human world again, Meng Qilou walked for a long time from Sanjin's house. When he walked to the gate, he suddenly realized a problem.
This house is worth a lot of money.
He rarely bothered about money, but when he thought about the past few hundred years, he seemed to have lived a very luxurious life in the human world and in the world of cultivation. Even if a cultivator did not need to spend money to buy food, he still had to buy clothes, silk, etc.
It is true that spiritual power can be transformed into clothes, but if one day when fighting someone, the spiritual power is exhausted and the clothes on the body are lost, wouldn't it be a joke to the opponent, who doesn't know, thinking that he can't beat him, and preparing to beat him? .
Therefore, to be on the safe side, most cultivators will still spend spiritual stones to buy clothes.
There are also spiritual weapons, spiritual elixirs, etc., none of which does not cost spiritual stones.
Life in the world requires money even more for food, clothing, housing and transportation.
He stood in the courtyard and turned around to see Mu Cheng walking over. There were flower trees in the courtyard. The man was standing under the flower trees. He was dressed in silk clothes and had long hair hanging down his shoulders. The breeze blew and petals fell on his clothes. , Meng Qilou saw God for a moment.
Mu Cheng leaned under the flower tree and said with a smile: "What's the matter, Meng Xianzun?"
Meng Qilou came back to his senses: "You seem... very rich."
The man under the flower tree leaned on the trunk and crossed his arms. , when he looked over, he said with affectionate eyes: "Yes."
He walked to the door step by step, and gently held Meng Qilou's waist: "Look, there is Yulin Trading Company on the street, Yulin Restaurant in the middle, and Yulin at the end of the street. Buzhuang, as well as those large and small shops, anything with the word 'Yulin' is mine."
"Huh?" Meng Qilou was surprised, "Are you doing business in the human world?" He thought for a moment , the name Yulin seems to have been around hundreds of years ago, "Have you been doing it a long time ago?" "
Yes, this is my habit. Whether I use it or not, I have to have this backing. "Mu Cheng looked at him and said, "Not only the human world, but also the Yulin Valley in the cultivation
world is mine." Meng Qilou was even more surprised: "There are countless treasures and famous items, and Yulin Valley is known to gather all the rare things in the world. ?"
"Yeah."
"There are many treasures in Yulin Valley, and everyone spends a lot of money to see them. Most of the spiritual stones in the cultivation world have flowed into Yulin Valley."
"Yeah." Mu Cheng raised his eyebrows.
Meng Qilou smiled and sighed: "It turns out that the person next to me is the richest person in the world of cultivation."
The world, mountains and rivers, and the vicissitudes of life have changed over the years.
In front of the main hall of the Demon Cave, the clouds are beautiful and the mountains are green.
Amidst the gurgling water and green grass, Mu Cheng sat on a boulder and raised the branch in his hand.
The mountains and rivers rumbled in the distance, and the clouds in the sky were like whirlpools, rotating rapidly. It wasn't until the young man practicing Qigong on the grass took back his
hands
that the whirlpool stopped, and
things gradually returned to normal.
"It's not easy." Mu Cheng said, "It has been seven thousand years, He Yi, you have finally refined the power of the sacred stone to use."
He Yi withdrew his strength. After the cultivator has achieved success, his appearance will be fixed. Seven thousand Over the years, the boy has grown into a young man, his youthfulness has faded away, his eyes are clear and firm.
He walked forward and scratched his head shyly: "Thank you, uncle and master, for your teachings."
Meng Qilou meditated on the boulder, opened his eyes and smiled: "You have achieved success in cultivation. Looking at the world of cultivation, there is no such thing as Opponents and teachers can rest assured."
He Yi was startled.
Mu Cheng answered: "I will give Yu Lingu to you, and you will not be short of money in the future."
He Yi didn't bother to thank him, and was stunned again.
What this person said today was a bit strange.
"You can continue to practice." Mu Cheng said to him.
He had no choice but to walk back to the grass, looking back three times at a time.
On the stone, Meng Qilou lowered his eyes. After a long time, he said slowly: "Yesterday I dreamed of the fate of the star falling. Maybe... my time is coming."
Mu Cheng did not respond, with the same smile on his face. I don’t know if I forgot to collect it or if I was trying to cover up other emotions.
Meng Qilou raised his head and looked at him.
Mu Cheng's expression changed.
Three worlds, he has known each other for a long time, this is the first time he has seen this person shed tears.
The tears fell silently, and there was endless reluctance and attachment in the eyes.
Mu Cheng moved closer to him and held him in his arms.
"Don't forget me." The person in his arms murmured.
Mu Cheng lowered his eyebrows and kissed his forehead. After a while, he spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "No."
The person in his arms seemed to smile and nuzzled his neck.
Then, the hand holding his collar suddenly dropped.
Mu Cheng's body trembled slightly.
001 felt that its host's mood fluctuated greatly, so he came out to monitor it uneasily.
The young man on the grass suddenly froze, turned around in panic, ran over and threw himself in front of the stone: "Master, Master!" His face suddenly lost all color, "Master..."
Mu Cheng raised his eyes and said slowly The voice said to him: "From now on, the Immortal Sect is yours, and the demons are also yours. You can go wherever you want, and you can practice whatever way you want. There is only one way. Remember your master's teachings. All living beings are the first."
He Yi choked and nodded, but his expression changed again after a moment: "Uncle, you..."
He hadn't finished his question yet.
He saw his uncle slowly closing his eyes.
Heartbreaking cries rang out on the grass, and the young man collapsed to the ground crying: "Uncle, Master..."
Behind the young man, Mu Cheng raised his hand.
There is no wide-sleeved gown or magic horns. The shirt and trousers are what he wore on the alien planet.
The crying young man could not see him. He had separated from his original owner and was about to leave this world.
He quietly looked at the person hugging each other on the stone and remained silent for a long time.
001 felt that his emotions were not calm, but still fluctuated greatly, so he asked uneasily: "Host, if you feel uncomfortable, why not go back to the alien planet to rest?"
After a long time, Mu Cheng slowly replied: "No need."
"Okay, I'll open the next world for you."
001 could only follow the procedure.
Mu Cheng's eyes swept over that person,
turned around slowly, and
gradually disappeared.
Stepping through the void and chaos in the gap between small worlds.
Goodbye light.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain in his stomach. This sudden pain was too much for him to bear, and he fell down from the table with a thud.
"Host, host, what's wrong with you?" 001 was shocked and at a loss.
There was fine sweat on his forehead, and he held on and said: "The original owner swallowed a lot of sleeping pills and exchanged them for me a healing potion."
"Oh, okay." 001 hurriedly fiddled with the program, and then said nervously, "Host, potion Where is it?" As a new system, it was the first time for it to do a mission with the host. So far, the host had not exchanged anything with him, and he didn't know that he could still exchange items.
"In your mall."
"Oh." 001 quickly opened the mall and searched for the healing potion among the dazzling array of items. After controlling it for a long time, he said anxiously, "Host, I can't get it out."
Mu Cheng: "... ..."
He endured the pain: "You need to exchange it with light points. I have a lot of light points. You open my account."
The light points are the wealth of the alien planet.
001 quickly followed the instructions, and as soon as he opened his account, he seemed to have discovered a new world: "Wow, host, you have so much money."
"Exchange it quickly."
"Yes." The system quickly redeemed the potion, which Alien specially prepared for various unexpected situations. , much more effective than ordinary medicines in the small world. After taking it, the pain will be gone.
After the pain subsided, Mu Cheng breathed a long sigh of relief, calmed down for a while, and slowly stood up. There were still beads of sweat on his forehead. He wiped it and looked up at his surroundings.
It's not a big, but very clean and bright room. There are rows of cabinets filled with snacks, toys, daily necessities and other items. There are several tables in front of the transparent glass, and there are people sitting in twos and threes at the tables, drinking milk tea, or holding cups. Reading a book, looking at their age and the school uniforms they were wearing, they looked like high school students.
This should be a convenience store. To be precise, it is a convenience store near a high school. It is now 10:30 in the evening and the store is still open.
There is a counter next to Mu Cheng, and he is standing inside the counter. The original owner may be the owner of this convenience store.
Although the pain was relieved, the churning in his stomach just now still made him feel uncomfortable.
The original owner just swallowed the medicine and fell directly under the counter. Maybe he didn't make much movement when he fell. No one noticed it for such a short time.
But at this time, there were still many people outside, and there were also some people in the store, most of whom were students who had just started self-study. He just ended his life here, seemingly without caring about anything.
Did this original owner encounter a huge blow?
Mu Cheng was about to check his phone to find out about the original owner, but through the surveillance camera at the counter, he saw a student standing in front of the container in the corner for a long time.
This caught his attention.
From this angle, only his back could be seen. The blue school uniform made him slim and straight. He was carrying a black schoolbag. He raised his head at an angle where he should be looking at the lighters on the shelf.
He looked up and looked at it like this for a long time, seeming to be very hesitant.
There is a lot of homework in high school and there is no room for many books on the table. Generally, students will only memorize some test papers and books that they need to take home that day after school. The rest are placed in the classroom, so this schoolbag does not look heavy.
Most of the people passing by outside have their schoolbags slung across one shoulder, and their school uniforms are either tied around their waists or have to be unzipped. There are very few people like this person who carry their schoolbags on both shoulders and are neatly dressed in school uniforms.
It's just that such a student who is very good just by looking at his back, why is he looking at the lighter?
Usually convenience store lighters are placed near the cashier, but because this store is close to a school, the original owner probably placed such items in the corner in order not to seduce students.
Mu Cheng adjusted his physical discomfort, walked over quietly, stood next to the student, and said slowly: "Hello, classmate, do you need any help?"
The standing figure trembled suddenly and turned around hurriedly. .
Thick eyelashes, big eyes as clear as morning dew, very white skin, a clear and scholarly spirit, and a youthful vitality, which makes people's eyes bright.
But he was holding onto the strap of his schoolbag with both hands, and his panic expression was visible to the naked eye.
Mu Cheng looked at him, his eyebrows softening.
Come and be safe.
"Uncle...Uncle." The person in front of him said nervously.
"Uncle?" Mu Cheng's smile faded slightly.
Looking down, the original owner should be around fifteen years old. Facing this group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old students, he is seven or eight years older. In their eyes, he is no longer an uncle. !