Human beings often lament that life is short, life is not more than 100, lamenting that creation makes people, and the world is impermanent, but we, the little scattered immortals, who are not high or low, will only feel that time is too slow and the days are too long.

The immortals under the longing of human beings have peerless appearances, high mana, free and independent, and ethereal and comfortable.

But where can I understand how inferior an existence is as an ordinary-looking and mediocre little scattered immortal.

I have wandered in the divine realm for many, many years, and I have been an insignificant soldier on the battlefield during the war between the gods and demons; has also traveled to the human world and been the filial son of a mortal old couple; Another time, he went to the Rakshasa Sea on the edge of the divine realm, but he didn't dare to take another step, he could only look at the other side, and the demon realm shrouded in a bewitching purple aura returned in a huff.

Eventually, I wandered to this mountain, where the mountains and forests are lush and the seasons are distinct, and the scenery is very similar to the scenery of the human world, so I decided to stay here and practice.

About the tenth year of my arrival, an earth-shattering rebellion broke out in the Divine Realm.

In fact, for a small person like us, who only wanders on the edge of the vast territory of the Divine Realm all day long, this rebellion really won't have any impact on my life, nor can it disturb my ordinary heart that I have devoted myself to cultivating.

I always felt that my long life was probably only like this, and I just spent and boiled and boiled until the day when I could return to the world, and I was completely liberated.

Who knows, in the winter of the second year of the rebellion in the divine realm, my quiet and serious path of cultivating immortals finally ushered in the catastrophe of annihilation.

That day, I hunted a little demon fox that strayed into the divine realm, slipped it in my hand, and began to think about what to do with it.

Should I peel the skin and make a warm velvet fur collar for the winter, or should I take the inner dan and use it to enhance my cultivation...... When the left and right were in conflict, suddenly, a thunderbolt flashed in the clear sky, but this thunder and lightning made me feel cold.

It was a thunderbolt that almost tore through the universe, and before I could clear my eyes, a roar that seemed to be the sky cracking down swallowed up the hearing in both ears.

I threw away the demon fox in my hand, and I didn't know whether to cover my eyes or ears with my hands.

Patches of dark clouds gathered above me, and the tumbling clouds soon circled and circled into huge circles, gathering more and more, turning larger and larger, and finally, the hurricane wrapped the thick clouds, surging down from the sky and crushing over.

This time, not only me, but also many gravel and grass on the mountain were swept up to the sky with me.

I only felt a dull pain in my chest, and I kept trying to drive the immortal power to stabilize my body, who would have thought, countless shining rubble, from the whirlpool of clouds piled together, fell overwhelmingly, like a meteor rain in the daytime, I forced to open my eyes, and immediately saw a stone the size of a millstone, rushing towards my front door.

I don't know why, at this critical moment, my immortal power seems to be restrained by something, and I can't use it at all.

I could only sigh and let go of my hands and feet, letting the boulder press down quickly.

At that moment, what I thought of was: I knew that when I returned to the world, I would be in this state of embarrassment, it was better to scatter my spirits back then, become a mortal, and go with my "parents" in the human world, and after death, I can still enter the underworld, maybe reunite with them, maybe I can be reincarnated as a human being.

However, Xu is that I can't make a fox fur collar, Xu is that I have practiced for nearly 10,000 years and still achieved nothing, God suddenly gave birth to infinite sympathy and kindness to me, and I didn't return to the world......

I was about to close my eyes and accept this fate, but it seemed that in the thick clouds, I saw two strange figures, and I couldn't tell their faces, but they were in the center of a terrible storm, and they were still agile, and I immediately judged that their immortal power should be far superior to mine.

The grinding stone was just over an inch away from the tip of my nose, and I closed my eyes when a piercing buzz slipped through my ears, and in an instant, everything fell silent.

Everything stopped at that moment, in mid-air.

Including me, and the big rock that was about to crush my head.

A few days later, the two immortal friends who fell from the sky began to "build a lot of construction" on this immortal mountain.

Actually, it really can't be regarded as a big movement, I only watched from a distance for a quarter of an hour with a crutch, and they built a small city on the mountain, and the front and rear mountain gates were extraordinary, and the buildings and halls in the city flew eaves and tiles......

That's right, a quarter of an hour.

They gave the mountain a name, Fairy Mountain.

They gave the city a name, the Loose City.

And I, on the other hand, am honored to be the first occupant of Escape City besides them.

In the past 10,000 years, I have seen many immortals, but I have never seen anyone with such a temperament.

The man was dressed in a blue-gray robe, without a crown on his head, and only used a transparent glass hairpin to tie his hair in a simple bun, and there were a few strands of silver between the long black and satin hair, and the man's face was very young and handsome.

In the depths of his eyes, there was a vague blue, like the brightest star in the night sky, because of the greed for the reflection in the water, and fell into the surging waves, for a moment, I stared at the blue under his eyes, and actually read a little melancholy, a little lonely.

And the other was a woman, and to be honest, I didn't dare to look at her at all, to be clear, I didn't dare to put my eyes on any part of her, whether it was her face or her posture.

She was so beautiful, so beautiful that I couldn't describe it in words, so beautiful that I actually didn't see what she looked like, but I could feel her beauty even when I lowered my head in front of her.

There is a faint fragrance on her body all the time, sometimes it is rose, sometimes it is magnolia, sometimes it is laurel, sometimes it is plum......

It didn't take long for this woman to be found on Xianling Mountain, and I was a little relieved in my heart, because sometimes even if I just saw a trace of her skirt, I felt a sense of guilt as if I had blasphemed the pure beauty of heaven and earth.

In just a few years, Xianling Mountain has gradually become lively, and I really like this kind of excitement.

I have been wandering for nearly 10,000 years, and now I have a master, and I have all the classmates, and then I realized that I was not born to like loneliness and wandering, but because for a long time, I have not been able to find a place where I can really stay, a place where I can shelter from the wind and rain, and a place where I am accompanied by many like-minded people.

Dong Li invited his master, Chunsheng Shangxian, an old man with white hair and long beard, whom I had only met a few times, but never seen him speak, and always used sound transmission techniques to spread his deep and deep voice throughout every inch of space around us.

Shangxian also accepted me as an apprentice, Dong Li is the senior brother of the inner gate, he appointed me as the senior brother of the outer door, I have no special talent, and I once felt ashamed of it.

He shook his fan, and his tone was relaxed to comfort me that I don't have to worry, but it was just because I came to Xianling Mountain first and had a fate.

But I'm so grateful that he thought that way, and that I suddenly became stress-free.

For a hundred years, the people of Xianling Mountain have been prosperous, and the senior brother has sheltered many innocent scattered immortals, spirit children, and immortals who have been affected by the rebellion of the divine realm, homeless, and seriously injured, and he said that he and his master originally lived in the Twelve Imperial Dragon City, but fortunately, they have not returned to the city on the day the city collapsed, to be honest, I feel very when I hear it.

I've always wanted to find an opportunity to explain to you, to talk about the courage of my brother when he rescued me, and to talk about the peerless beauty that appeared with him and I didn't dare to see it clearly from beginning to end, but I always received a very meaningful look from him "care".

Even if I have fallen asleep, I just want to chat with Zhang San and Li Si in the same room, without exception, his quiet, deep eyes like the night sky will suddenly flash in front of me.

Well, then I didn't have that mind either.

Because, since that demonic little junior sister recovered from her injuries, Xianling Mountain has not stopped for a day.

She would mix peppercorn powder and pepper in our bath water, but afterwards she smiled lewdly and admitted, yes, just to peek at you in the bath!

She would take our clothes, cut them into strips of cloth and put them on her body, and kneel in front of the mountain gate with a disgraced face, pretending to be a beggar asking for food, just to get everyone to raise money to buy her a new hairpin.

She also forced the third senior brother of the inner gate to pretend to be a gentleman to tease her in broad daylight, and then the heroic second senior brother descended from the sky to heroically save the beauty......

The point is, she took the trouble to play the same scene fifteen times, and I was "lucky" to be instigated by her to play the role of a "gentleman" once, and the result can be imagined, how badly I would be beaten by the second senior brother who looked gentle and elegant on the outside.

Seriously, how many of the brothers and sisters who first met Nanshan, including me, could not be attracted by her beauty? How many can hold it in front of her without blushing?

No.

I even looked at her side face a few times, and felt that I was back in the past, and she was the beautiful woman I had never dared to look at directly.

And yet, I take back all my thoughts about her, all my delusions!

Holding the shriveled money bag that had been looted and looted by her, Zhang San and Li Si and I trembled our lips and looked at each other, with a sad look on our faces.

"Little junior sister, the trip to the underworld should be 'smooth sailing'......"

The elder brother of the outer gate of Xianling Mountain, Wang Er Mazi, respected.