"Uncle, I'll teach you to sing a song. The water surface was extremely clear, and Du Lengqiu suddenly had a whim.

"Singing?" the old man was stunned.

Du Lengqiu didn't care if he wanted to learn or not, and sang straight away:

A great river with wide waves,

The wind blows the rice and flowers on both sides.

My house lives on the river,

I'm used to hearing the whistle of the captain and seeing the white sails on the ship......

"Well, I forgot about the rest of it, so let's figure it out for yourself, old man. Du Lengqiu sang a few words in a ridiculous manner, but he forgot the words. He didn't care, and fooled around at will.

The old man shook his head and sighed, very considerate of the young man's roughness and unreliability.

The long river flows, and the sun and the moon rotate.

Du Lengqiu looked at the scenery on both sides of the strait, and suddenly saw a yellow city on the shore, with a tall city wall, as if it was made of yellow sand. He sat up suddenly.

"Sand City. ”

The old man turned his head and glanced at it, and said, "That's right, it's Sand City, it's very interesting, young man, you should go to the edge of the city to have a look." Isn't it interesting that it's yellow sand, but it's built into a city?"

Du Lengqiu laughed and said, "It's interesting, it's so interesting." ”

He said in his heart: "There is more than one Sand City, it's really interesting." Also, there are so many people in the rivers and lakes, how can a mere sand city fit it?"

He thought about it, but he didn't have a clue, and then threw it aside, and he lay on the flat boat, regardless of the fishy smell of the flat boat, and I don't know how many fish scales were scattered all over the place.

The same blue sky, the same white clouds.

Well, Du Lengqiu couldn't help but rub his eyes. A marshmallow-like cloud revealed a corner of the city. The reason why it is said that it is a city is because a crimson sword light is falling straight towards the city from a distance.

"Hell in the day. ”

He muttered a few words, the sun and the moon swirled in his eyes, and the details of the city in the sky were presented one by one. It's a white, cloud-covered city.

It seems that the white clouds are made of bricks, and the layers are accumulated.

"I hope there won't be a person named Ye Gucheng up there. Du Lengqiu scolded with a smile, turned his face, and fell asleep.

"To hell with the bullshit in Cloudsdale. ”

When he woke up from his dream, Du Lengqiu said goodbye to the old man, went ashore at will, and stepped into the edge of a farmland. Regardless of the era, the farmland along the river is the most productive.

It's a watermill by the river.

It's a kind of rickshaw wheel, and a shirtless man is stepping on a watermill and flying up. This kind of rickshaw Du Lengqiu has only seen in the book Tiangong Kaiwu.

Well, to be precise, he has seen it in history textbooks, but the real thing is still the only one he has seen in his life.

He swept lightly across the ridges, not unfurling the fairy light, but walking against the wind.

Smoke curls in the sky.

Not far ahead, there is a village. Regardless of whether there was a court or not, people always liked to gather together to live. It's a habit that's engraved in your bones, and it's hard to change. When human beings came from slash-and-burn farming, they used wooden sticks to fight against wolves, tigers and leopards, and the strength of one person alone was not enough to win, so villages appeared.

When he reached the entrance of the village, he glanced up and saw several children playing. And not far away, there is an old man looking at it with a smile, as the so-called drooping old man is leisurely, indicating that life here is not bad.

Du Lengqiu no longer needs to eat grains to replenish energy, and the so-called gas eaters are also.

I remember many years ago, well, about four years ago, Du Lengqiu read miscellaneous books and saw that herbivores are good at walking, meat eaters are strong, grain eaters are smart, and qi eaters are immortal. In short, the gas eaters are highly respected.

Du Lengqiu was still a novice addicted to martial arts and the Internet, and he was amazed by this. Now it seems that the author of the ancient text is just looking at the pyramidal relationship between beasts, humans, and cultivators.

The gods of the gas eaters are immortal, can they really be immortal.

Only when you reach Du Lengqiu's vision will you understand how difficult it is to be truly immortal.

Some say immortality.

The secret realm of supernatural powers, more than 100 years of life, is very sad, don't talk about it.

In the realm of flying immortals, there is enough longevity of more than six jiazi, which can already be called long.

The realm of the law phase, known as the true monarch, has a thousand-year-old lifespan, compared to the insignificant human being, it can be regarded as immortal.

The realm of immortality is enough to live with the world, longevity is hundreds of millions of years, and if the world is not destroyed, I will not be destroyed. This is almost unimaginable for a tiny, one-mile human being.

But even in the realm of immortality, when the world is destroyed, he will be destroyed, and because of the Great Dao, he will be assimilated into a star demon by the Great Dao, which is extremely miserable.

The realm of creation, the creation of the world alone in the heavens and universes, the self-cave, the destruction of the world and the existence of the only one, this is the Tao Ancestor, the Buddha, the God Emperor, and the true freedom.

But even so, when the universe of the heavens, that is, the heavens that were expanded and transformed by a singularity, are destroyed, he will also be destroyed at the same time.

Why didn't the Sun God Emperor personally come to kill Du Lengqiu? The reason couldn't be simpler, the destruction of the Singularity Universe was imminent, and he was too busy to take care of himself.

Moreover, the material universe has always been the best place for the strong to capsize in the gutter, and the Sun God Emperor has many enemies, and he does not dare to take risks easily, so he sent wave after wave of apostles to kill Du Lengqiu.

Du Lengqiu walked leisurely through the village, and he didn't talk to anyone. But he was already satisfied with the place, and he decided to be a neighbor with the village.

A long life requires an interesting life.

Du Lengqiu expressed his rejection of a person's retreat and cultivation, and being able to observe the life of this village when he was bored can be regarded as a kind of adjustment in his cultivation.

And first, he needed a treehouse.

Du Lengqiu crossed the village, leaving behind dozens of pairs of curious eyes, and after coming to the wilderness, he chose an ancient tree that was extremely tall. This big tree has deep roots and thick leaves, and more importantly, because of the smell, few insects are close to it.

He smiled and jumped to his feet.

If the Second Elemental God is here, then things are very simple, and it only takes a simple control to make the tree grow a treehouse on its own.

It's a pity that now I have to do it myself.

The sword qi that was enough to tear the sky slashed horizontally and vertically, and soon turned into a treehouse. The tree house adheres to Du Lengqiu's consistent aesthetics, just one word, atmospheric.

Below is a neatly arranged wood-colored floor, with four towering wooden pillars at the four corners, and a shed roof above to shelter from the rain, with no walls on all sides, welcoming the wind from all directions.

And, of course, the most important thing, the recliner.

Life without recliners is not perfect. Du Lengqiu lay comfortably on the chair, sighed slowly, took out a secret book casually, and quickly opened it.

After being so busy for a while, he really felt that the killing of that day was already a distant thing, and he soon fell silent in the pleasure of reading.

In the long sky, the crisp sound of Jin Ling came from a distance, and the butterfly dance suddenly turned into a shape, suddenly reaching up, and just right to catch the exquisite fragrance that broke through the sky.

Butterfly Dance holds the hollow gold ball, puts it under the nose and sniffs gently, occasionally glances at Du Lengqiu, the long wind hunting, the colorful skirt is flying, Butterfly Dance is not a fairy, but it is better than a fairy.