Hearing Yu Qingchen's question, Zhong Huaiqing was slightly stunned, a trace of shame appeared on his face, and he said: "The tide of thought has been declining more and more in recent years, and the ancestors may still have a prosperous period to dominate the world's major events, and the memory obtained from Huaiqing has never been when the view is magnificent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ“

Yu Qingchen's face suddenly showed a touch of azeality, his eyes were filled with a little pity, he thought for a while, and said cautiously: "Chao Siguan, I have been reduced to the point where I don't even know about the cultivation realm. Zhong Huaiqing lowered his head silently, he seemed to have made a mistake.

Yu Qingchen really felt that she was giving face to Chao Siguan, of course, Zhong Huaiqing's had nothing to do with her. If she said it frankly, then it should be that your tide of thought has degenerated, and the cultivation world doesn't know about it, and you don't even know about mundane things, which is clearly to the extent of deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors.

More than a thousand years ago, it was covered by itself, and it was said that it was just a few thousand-year-old fox hairs, and there was nothing good in that dilapidated little Taoist temple?

Besides, before retreating on your own. The nervous elder would occasionally tell himself some exclusive trumpet news, saying that although he was in retreat, his influence should be covered for two or three hundred years. After only a few hundred years, the tide of thought was reduced to Si, and she was also drunk.

Just when Yu Qingchen's mind flew through the thirty-seventh treatment plan and the strength of cleaning up the portal, the young man in front of him blushed slightly, and said shyly: "Actually, this view still knows a little about the situation in the cultivation world, but before I went down, I thought that what you were asking about was the manipulation strength of the general trend of the world, so..." So she finally understood that Zhong Huaiqing's previous preface did not match the afterword, no, it should be the bull's head and the horse's mouth.

Yu Qingchen straightened up silently, and for the first time looked at the young man in front of him seriously. The handsome man has a long body, and his warm temperament can't hide the turbulent waves quietly hidden under his eyes, forming a charm full of opposition and seductive indulgence, and he bends slightly at this time, raising his face, with a sincere expression, and a reddish color spreads from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. It makes people want to beat him.

Soon after confirming that he and Zhong Huaiqing did not agree again, Yu Qingchen sat on the low stool refreshedly, looking at the man sitting cross-legged on the ground with a blue nose and swollen face, and a heartfelt sense of pleasure rose, and suddenly he felt that Zhong Huaiqing was much more pleasing to the eye. Perhaps, the current appearance is the most suitable for him. Of course, after being refreshed, Yu Qingchen can once again raise his interest in the matter of cultivation, and this explanation work is naturally only available to one person. As for all the previous unhappiness, Yu Qingchen said that after beating someone up, she was in a good mood at this time, and she could not blame the past, but when she came back to more than a thousand years of Qing Xiu, she almost thought that she had become a pure-hearted temperament.

Before the sky was dark, Zhong Huaiqing finally finished talking about the changes in the cultivation world over the past thousand years, and looked at the girl who had kept her cheeks still for a long time, and couldn't help but feel a slight pity in her heart. Yu Qingchen's frequent questions in his speech made him feel tired, but how could he, who is the best at observing words and feelings, not know that the girl is now sad in front of him. What's more, although Yu Qingchen said that he didn't want others to understand his sadness, he never disdained to disguise his emotions too much.

Yu Qingchen came back to his senses, his original good mood was gone, thinking of the desolation of this area, and more importantly, he suddenly thought of Lixizi back then, so he casually pointed out a cave to this guy who claimed to be the fifty-third generation disciple of Chaosiguan as a place to stay. He sat silently in place, thinking about the smiles and smiles of some of his old friends.

Not many people have an appetite for her, and even fewer have made friends with her. Just as people in the cultivation world rarely have close friendships with mortals, no, the lifespan of a cultivator may be shorter for her than that of mortals to cultivators, and her close friends are of course few. But if you think about it, you know her temperament, even if it's just an old friend, she is not sad.

More than a thousand years is just a room for her to relax, but for others, it is a cultivator who claims to have a long life span with the heavens, and in the eyes of mortals has an incredibly long lifespan, it may also be eternal. It's not the first time she's encountered something like this, and when she wakes up, it's a sea of life, but this time the feeling is particularly profound. She has known her eternity since birth, far more than living with the sky, but watching the death of the people around her again and again, she has never learned to stop caring. Her lifespan was not as recorded in the cultivation world, the longest time, she slept directly for more than 100,000 years.

Actually, it's not that complicated, it's just that she's tired. She didn't know what she was, but she knew she couldn't do without social activities after all, and she didn't want to wake up from retreat to a new, blank world for her, and she knew that she couldn't afford to lose hundreds of thousands of years of friends she had been with.

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"So you chose to go to the mortal world with me?" Zhong Huaiqing was really shocked, and his brain pumped back for a while, and while he successfully saw the melancholy benefits of the goddess under the moon, he was also forced to get a task that he didn't know if it was a welfare or a disaster, even he couldn't help but go crazy: "The life span of mortals is clearly shorter, okay?"

He can understand and empathize with the feelings and loneliness of being a long-lived creature in a bunch of short-lived lives, but the solution is to put himself in another group of short-lived lives.

Yu Qingchen was very calm, raised the corners of her eyes and sneered slightly: "You don't want to?" Seeing the young man's face in front of her change at an average frequency of 132 times per minute, she felt quite amused.

For the sake of Zhong Huaiqing's final agreement, he kindly explained: "The deity thinks that although the life span of the mortal world is shorter, the more so, the easier it is to break the relationship, and the monks are mostly born of mortals, although the life span is short, but there is also love and hatred, and because of this, the more talented people are, it is very easy to give birth to heroic people, people who can make friends, the mortal world has always been lively far better than the cultivation world, and the cultivation world has no one to accompany the deity for a lifetime, so why not?"

Although Zhong Huaiqing wanted to refute it, Jing suddenly had to admit that this seemed to be very reasonable, of course, he would not admit that Yu Qingchen's smiling expression and quietly closed hands also greatly affected his judgment.