Chapter 252: On the Road to Perdition, I Will Walk with You (31)

"Tea is a thing, good at the delicate atmosphere of Ou Fujian, the spirit of Zhongshan River, dispel the placket and cleanse the stagnation, and lead to the clear guide. Diluted and clean, the rhyme is high and quiet. It is not a good time to get it - the Taoist chief thinks that the immortals do not pass this way? ”

Deliberately fiddling with the jade pendant on his waist, Su Li supported his head with one hand, leaned loosely on the edge of the table, and squinted at the man who had raised the collar of the robe high and had been covering his collarbone without leaking.

"Life is full of hardships."

Yuan Wuzheng raised his hand to attract the clouds, and with a grip of his palm, the ethereal white mist turned into a clear stream and meandered into the pot.

Drinking tea was one of the few mortal habits he retained.

This activity can remind the Taoist chief from time to time that no matter how high or far he lives, as long as this body is still in the red dust, he will never be liberated.

"Immortal, do you understand?"

Seeing that his behavior did not cause a change in Yuan Wuzheng's expression, Su Li couldn't help but feel frustrated-

This guy is so tough.

What are the great principles of life to tell me? It's the right thing to do when you study how to fall in love.

However, he soon regained his strength.

Because the more difficult it is to climb the peak, the more you can experience the joy of conquest after you go up.

Yuan Wuzheng is such a hard bone, only by enduring the torment of the tooth and really chewing it in his mouth, can he savor the sweet fragrance between the bone marrow.

"Oh? Why does the Taoist think I don't understand? ”

A chuckle escaped from the corner of Su Li's mouth.

"I walk through the world, scavenging for mundane things, even if I have a glass jade body, there is still an indissoluble connection with mortal dust. Only your five-colored cloud city is high, and it is really far away from the world~"

When he heard this, he frowned.

Apparently he had never thought about it and did not want to talk about it.

However, it was not easy to seize the immortal who had a painful foot in the Tao, how could he let go of the hard-won good opportunity to ridicule:

"Without the confinement of mana, even the solid ground under our feet is nothing but an ethereal nothingness. My Daoist, your family has never been coherent and earthly, and you have never really experienced the red dust~"

I'm embarrassed to say that I don't understand the sufferings of the world?

Pretend like you know!

"Immortals, be cautious."

Yuan Wuzheng didn't like such an evaluation.

At the beginning, when foreign forces invaded the realm, it was he who let go of the pursuit of immortals and led everyone to resist foreign enemies.

Even though he already knew the consequences of this battle, the Dao Chief fought the price of being cursed by the leader of the other party to turn the tide.

Since then, there has been an insurmountable love tribulation on his cultivation path, and the heavenly opportunities that Shou Yuan opened the eyes of heaven to watch have all been abandoned.

Although no one knows what Yuan Wuzheng sacrificed, he feels that he has done enough for the world.

The unmundane five-colored clouds are also lifted in the sky because of this.

"Eh~ Obviously, you are the same as me, you are a good person who has never encountered setbacks, why do you pretend to be willing to give up everything for the sake of a cheap person?"

Su Li covered his lips with his cuffs and sneered:

"I think you're so hypocritically cute!"

Immortals who have had a glazed jade body since childhood, and their cultivation path has their own blessings from heaven.

As long as you live in a high place, you can passively breathe in the qi of Zhong Ling, which is closest to the immortal qi in heaven and earth.

Therefore, he never lived a life, and he did not have to understand the suffering of life.

"We're of the same type."

A young genius like no other in the world.

"Drink tea."

Yuan Wuzheng's face returned to a calm look.

He forcefully stuffed the porcelain cup into Su Li's hand.