The boy seems to be far away from the mortal world, but he is actually covered in dust.

"Hahaha! Our brother and sister, one ** ashes, the soul is immortal, and the one ** lives on, but the soul "

Send dustless and leave a drop of blood and tears without warning.

"Immortal, I can't find her soul, it's been tens of thousands of years."

Su Li was frightened and took a step back

What kind of trouble is this sudden sensationalism going to make?

He always felt that the purpose of sending dustless was not simple.

"As long as you help the Dao Master unravel the love tribulation, he can complete the destiny of opening the immortal gate. When the time comes, my sister and I will be free."

The young man looked at Su Li with pleading eyes.

"What if I don't want to?"

To become an immortal, you must be too forgetful, this is the recognized truth of the cultivation world.

But that result is fundamentally in conflict with Su Li's mission principles.

"You don't have the right to refuse."

Seeing that his story could not impress the immortals, he sent Wuchen away the hypocritical sorrow, replaced it with real sympathy, and said:

"A dream**, I have already told you the answer."

How big is the difference between the real and the unreal?

When the illusion is too real, how can you tell whether you are Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, or Zhuang Zhou's butterfly?

Su Li has been alone for a long time.

Since that day, after separating from Ji Wuchen, he came to this small village with a beautiful environment to live in seclusion, waiting for Yuan Wuzheng to wake up.

The mountain people are simple and enthusiastic, the first time they saw such a handsome son, they all brought good things from home to visit, and even, the mothers of many school-age girls squatted outside the fairy's yard every day, ready to sell their babies at any time.

"Dad, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, there will always be a way."

The little fox, who hadn't appeared for a long time, comforted Su Li in the spiritual world.

"I can only take one step at a time."

The immortal frowned and looked into the distant sky.

"The final result is not what I do, but how he chooses."

"Alas"

The little fox couldn't help but sigh too.

Because the world of Xianxia's background is too dangerous, and every monk has unpredictable means.

Therefore, the spiritual connection between the space divine beast and itself has been unilaterally cut off by someone.

Now, living in seclusion in a small mountain village where no outsiders disturb them, they can finally chat with each other and freely exchange ideas about the mission.

To be honest, I haven't been annoyed by the little guy for a long time, and Su Li really misses her a little.

It's a pity that the more important the day is, the shorter it is to get together.

"Go back, he's coming."

Hundreds of miles away, a pale golden cloud was moving rapidly in the direction where Su Li was.

After burying his lover in the dream, Yuan Wuzheng resumed his iron-blooded methods and returned to the imperial city to help the monarch quell the rebellion.

The man who has made great contributions to Jiangshan Sheji declined all commendations, and with his already pure white hair, he became a lonely grave keeper.

Until death, until the Taoist in reality wakes up.

"Where's Su Li?"

Ji Wuchen stood at the door, silent on crutches.

"Where's the person?"

The Michigan's tone was not friendly.

In addition to having to compromise with Su Li because of the love calamity, his character of not liking contact with people has led to a naturally cold and hard attitude towards things, not to mention, he has just gone through a ridiculous dream, and he didn't slap Ji Wuchen to death as a punishment for disturbing the Dao heart, which is already a rare mercy.