CHAPTER XXV

At dusk, it is night, the wild fragrance is fragrant, and the beautiful wood is beautiful and cloudy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe murmuring of the stream, the reflection of the white marble bridge in the night and in the water, is like a round of shining jade rings.

The Kunlun School, located on the top of Geshan, is majestic and magnificent on the outside, with dense layers of large and small halls, but small and exquisite inside, which can reflect the ingenuity of the designer everywhere. Under the bright moonlight, the open avenue paved with large bluestone slabs, all the way down, there are many forks during the period, a clear and bright one in the night, or there is a stone monument towering, standing at the fork of the road, indicating the direction of coming.

How to say that? There is a very strange sense of "scientificity and rationalization".

"Wakaba, this is the core of the entire Kunlun Sect, the alchemy room, the sect task distribution area, the library pavilion, etc., all gathered here." Black Tea happily did the work of a guide, and didn't seem to notice that Wakaba was a little lacking in interest at this time, "Look, further on, is the daily preparation hall of the disciples, which is usually ...... by Uncle Hon Hai."

Looking at the black tea that was sincerely happy because she could cultivate immortals, Wakaba finally couldn't help but speak: "Xiaohong." ”

"Huh?! What's wrong? ”

"You...... Do you really think it's good to cultivate immortals? ”

"Very good, when I was a child, I was very envious of the stories that my father and mother told me, those immortals who could fly to the sky and do everything!" Black tea is fascinated.

Seeing that black tea was like this to Xiu Xian, Ruoye didn't say much, so he could only say: "Yes, yes......"

The silent words, even if the black tea was excited, couldn't help but feel a little weird, staring at Wakaba for a while, and then realizing that Wakaba seemed to have been lacking in interest.

"Wakaba, don't you want to cultivate immortals?"

"Hmm!" Wakaba didn't want to respond.

"Why?" Although Black Tea expected Wakaba to say this, when Wakaba really said it, Black Tea couldn't help but ask, "Although I am only in the early stage of foundation building now, the master said that my yang life has increased to at least 200 years!" ”

"200 years, ah......" As a former new century three-good boy and now a patriarchal farmer in feudal society, Wakaba can't help but feel a little sad about these 200 years, she doesn't deny that her brain circuit is different from normal people, and she doesn't deny that her perspective on things has always been weird.

It's just that......

"Black tea, what are you doing for so long?"

What do you do for so long?

This question asked Black Tea stunned for a moment, and then, Black Tea was speechless, opened her mouth, and didn't say a word.

Look at it! Sure enough, the greatest purpose of immortal cultivators is to pursue eternity, but they have never considered where the meaning of life is after eternity!

"Alright, don't think about it!" Wakaba raised his head, looked at the black tea that was already half a head taller than himself, smiled slightly, and under the night sky, there was a beautiful and gentle jade color: "Let's go!" Don't you still have to get something? ”

With that, he walked along the road to the brightly lit hall in front of him.

"Ahh Oh! When Black Tea heard Wakaba's voice, she put down her thoughts and hurriedly followed Wakaba's footsteps. It's just, [Why should I cultivate immortals? This question is deeply rooted in the heart of black tea, so that when black tea later killed blood and talked about tea, he never regretted his choice.

It wasn't until he walked to the door of the main hall that Black Tea suddenly grabbed Wakaba and asked suspiciously: "Wakaba, didn't you say that you don't want to cultivate immortals, or we will go to my master and ...... him again."

"Black tea!" Wakaba interrupted the black tea. Looking stunned there, it looked like it was his own and not his own childhood, and he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in his heart. He patted his shoulder, which was as high as the top of his head, and said, "Let's go!" ”

It's "Let's go" again. For some reason, black tea hates the word very much at this time. That indescribable, nasty feeling!

…… To be continued......