"What? Are you reluctant to let me go? ”

Xiao Yuanhan hooked the corners of his mouth and asked jokingly.

Feng Yunxi pursed his lips disdainfully and said, "If you don't come, this Immortal Venerable just doesn't want you to die outside." ”

"Hahaha, with your poisonous milk, I can't die today."

Xiao Yuanhan patted Feng Yunxi's shoulder with a smile and said, "Don't worry about me, maybe when I pass by the Divine Domain Star occasionally, I can help you recover the Divine Domain Star." ”

Speaking of the Divine Domain Star, a hint of gloom flashed in Feng Yunxi's eyes.

Then, he said calmly: "It doesn't matter if the Divine Domain Star can come back or not, even if there are any remaining Divine Domain Star Cultivators, they should be almost dead by now." ”

"If you really plan to go to the Divine Domain Star, you must be careful, it is estimated that all of them are occupied by the demon seed, and it is estimated that there are not a few strong people who have developed."

Feng Yunxi is not wrong in what he said, no matter how many resources there are on a planet, there are some.

So...... The demon seeds that are still left on the Divine Domain Star are like raising Gu, fighting each other and competing for limited resources.

Fight to the end, those who can survive are naturally the strongest of the strong!

Although Xiao Yuanhan's strength is very strong, there are some things that have to be careful.

"Thanks for the reminder, I'll be careful."

Xiao Yuanhan paused slightly, then changed his words and said, "Let's go, don't talk about this, there is still a year, let's drink!" ”

"Yes, drink!"

Feng Yunxi laughed, grabbed Xiao Yuanhan's shoulders and flew towards the camp.

…………

As early as three years ago, after Xiao Yuanhan solved the Demon Mother Emperor, he had already made up his mind that he must go to the outside world to take a look.

Must go...... Take a look at the vast starry sky outside.

Only in this way can we live up to this life!

After all, what Xiao Yuanhan has been pursuing is the peak of the extreme realm.

Now, he has successfully climbed to the top of Kyushu.

However, there was no joy in his heart, because Xiao Yuanhan was used to it, and he kept climbing to a higher place.

The so-called master is lonely, and the height is cold, not just talking.

People like Xiao Yuanhan, even if they have reached the end of the sky, they can't help but want to go to the other side of the sky to see.

This year, Xiao Yuanhan wanted to walk around, but not just as he said, ready to see the great rivers and mountains of Kyushu, but wanted to meet the old people and meet his old friends.

Because in a year's time, he's leaving the planet.

…………

On that day, Xiao Yuanhan and Feng Yunxi drank wine, and the two talked freely until dawn, and finally each used their Dao power to clear the wine in their bodies and say goodbye to each other.

Xiao Yuanhan thought about it, and after leaving the Demon Domain, he first returned to Qingzhou.

He was going to start where he started and start all over again.

Xiao Yuanhan's speed was very fast, even if he didn't use all his strength to hurry, he still rushed to Blackwood Town in the early morning of the next day.

Above the town, there is still a thick fog.

Xiao Yuanhan gently pushed open the city gate and stepped into the town.

And all this, the guards above the city gates, were unaware of it.

With Xiao Yuanhan's current strength, it is not difficult to sneak into Blackwood Town quietly.

For Xiao Yuanhan, the surrounding buildings seemed extremely unfamiliar, and even the once prominent Qingyun Sect was annihilated by the invasion of the demon seed.

Blackwood Town, once destroyed by the Demon Seed, the entire town was reduced to ruins.

And all the residents of Blackwood Town were slaughtered by the Black Mist Demon Lord and another Demon Lord.

Xiao Yuanhan was still a step too late in the end, and only saved a girl under the age of twenty.

And Jiang Chonglou, the general who once saved him, seems to have died in that battle.

Thinking of Jiang Chonglou, Xiao Yuanhan's eyes couldn't help but dim a little again.

He doesn't know why this world is so unfair, but good people will never get a good death.

Xiao Yuanhan sighed slightly, and slowly took a step in Blackwood Town.

After the reconstruction of Heimu Town, the changes were so great that Xiao Yuanhan couldn't even recognize it, he walked all the way, looking at the strange buildings around him, but he felt a sense of peace in his heart.

It's early in the morning, and there aren't many people coming and going, but the stalls have opened early, and the hot air mixed with the smell of grains wafts out like a white mist.

Xiao Yuanhan rang out and came to an early stall.

After paving, it was an old man who was waking up with dough, the other party was full of white hair, and after seeing Xiao Yuanhan's arrival, he hurriedly raised his head and said with a smile: "Do you want to eat something?" The dough and steamed buns I have here are all full, and ordinary crop men, as long as they eat three or five, they will not go hungry for the whole morning! ”

Xiao Yuanhan lifted the white cloth in front of him, and asked with the same smile: "Uncle, you buns...... How do you sell it? ”

"Three big coins for white flour buns! Four of the cornmeal! Seeing that Xiao Yuanhan wanted to buy it, the old man directly wiped it on the apron with his hand, and said: "This is buckwheat husk, it's cheaper, give me two big money, and I'll sell you ten." ”

Xiao Yuanhan pondered for a moment, smiled and said, "Then bring me four cornmeal buns." ”

"Howler!"

The old man quickly wrapped the four corn buns with yellow paper, and after taking the money paid by Xiao Yuanhan, he stuffed all the buns into his arms.

"You eat it while it's hot, the bun won't taste good when it's cold!"

Before Xiao Yuanhan left, the old man reminded with a smile.

"Well, I remember."

Xiao Yuanhan held a paper bag of steamed buns, turned around and left.

Just now, when his husband didn't pay attention, under his white cloth, he put a pile of Kyushu coins, which can be regarded as some insignificant kindness.

In this world, monks have the way of life of monks, and ordinary people have their way of survival.

This is how this complex world is made.

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After leaving the breakfast shop, Xiao Yuanhan soon came to a hill, leaned on the grass with dewdrops, and ate the cornmeal bun in his hand.

In a short time, the morning sun slowly rose from the horizon.

For a while, the glow was shining, like a layer of golden membrane wings, covering Xiao Yuanhan's face.

The old man was right, the steamed buns he sold were indeed full, and he had just eaten the third one, and Xiao Yuanhan already felt a sense of fullness.

He smacked the corners of his lips and noticed that his mouth was full of the unique aroma of coarse grains.

Xiao Yuanhan suddenly remembered that when he was a handyman in Qingyun Sect, what he ate every day was gruel mixed with sand and soil, and cornmeal buns that were about to become moldy.

The hill he was on now was the mountain behind the original Qingyun Sect.

It's just that now, the Qingyun Sect has long been history, and this hill still exists here.

The dry food in his hand was eaten, and the rising sun finally hung high above the sky, pouring golden sunlight on the ground.

Xiao Yuanhan stood up lazily, his figure turned into a streamer, and left here.