When Sang Li returned to the city, he planned to inquire about the woman, but he didn't expect to meet the woman at the gate of the city.

"Grandmaster Sang!" The old woman was still dressed in the same way, and she had not changed, but her name had changed.

Did her fame spread so quickly?

Sang Li didn't know that that Grandmaster Thunder Tribulation had resounded throughout the continent, and it had been a hundred years, and there was finally another Grandmaster.

Therefore, Sang Li did not return to the sect and did not know, dignitaries and nobles from all over the country came to visit and wanted to make friends with him, and there was a prosperous scene of many people outside the door of the Thousand Machines Gate again, some came to ask for help, some came to ask for medicine, some came to discuss and so on.

Sang Li didn't know that she looked at the woman with a happy face, and she didn't know how to speak.

"Now that the town is unblocked, I'm coming to find my son." When the woman said this to her, she looked like she was looking forward to coming to fetch her son.

Sang Li was ready to tell the old woman the truth, but at this time, he didn't know where to speak.

Sang Li was silent, took out the spirit stone of the red envelope from the space, and put a few bottles of pain relief pills that he had refined, and put the condensing elixir into it, and handed it to the old woman in a red envelope together, and said slowly: "I failed to find your son." ”

The old woman noticed that Sang Li was silent for a while, and seemed to know something, but she just pretended not to know, and smiled: "Thank you Grandmaster Sang for helping us village women find someone, I am already very grateful to the old woman, Grandmaster Sang hasn't found it yet, it's okay, I'll look for it again." ”

Sang Li looked at the old woman's persistent and kind gaze, and finally nodded: "You look for it slowly." ”

"Grandmaster Sang, don't call me by you, it's tormenting me." The old woman smiled and took out a bag of things from her storage bag, "This is the glutinous rice paste I brought to my son, if Grandmaster Sang doesn't mind, take it." ”

"Thank you." Sang Li thanked him and took it.

The old woman said: "Don't worry, don't worry, Grandmaster Sang is really too polite, you want to go back to the thousand machines, old woman, I'll go find my son first." ”

Sang Li nodded slowly: "Go slowly." ”

After the old woman was gone.

Sang Li left the Fire Continent with Qin Xuan.

Edgeworth's journey to Linjin City, which arrived after a day, was too late, so Sang Li decided to rest first, although she was not sleepy, but in order to take care of the boy, she still stopped at the inn.

Sang Li is very arrogant now, she directly threw away a bag of high-grade spirit stones and opened two first-class rooms, she is no longer the Sang Li who once saw the golden town but turned the road!

She can automatically produce high-grade spirit stones in the bracelet space now, and today she took a look, and found that it had really changed a lot, so Sang Li suddenly had the idea of not wanting to go back to modern times, because she had money and strength, and she could lie down here to die.

But there is a system, but the system can't scan the fake world of Qingzhong that day.

After Sang Li sat down in the room, she pinched the beads again, forgetting that she didn't ask her how she was going to get in, and was thinking about how to get in, when a burst of light flashed, and Sang Li went in.

And the young man sat cross-legged in his room, he really took the palm of the ghost cultivator, the ghost qi was permeating and burning his chest, and there was a very small scar on the mouth of his heart, so small that he was almost invisible.

Ah Li didn't heal him, and seemed to think that he was pretending, but Ah Li didn't mention it, let alone help him heal.

Obviously, he really took the palm full of ghostly energy, obviously it was very real, but Ah Li was suspicious, how did she know that he was pretending?

The young man was meditating hard, and the layers of black mist lingering around his body made his face particularly pale.

Ah Li is not distressed, he is not distressed.

It's like the devil's circular evil words, almost making him almost go crazy while healing his wounds, he is already a demon, and his madness will only become a killing tool dominated by evil bones and demonic energy.

The young man's forehead was sweaty, and his lips were pursed, and he was uncomfortable.

And Sang Li entered the fake world, and found that the place where he appeared was not the Heavenly Dao place of Qingzhong, but outside a small courtyard.

This courtyard is very small and jasper, the buildings are built with delicate sunken wood, there are green and quiet vegetable patches, there are bamboo hedges entwined with orchids, this small courtyard is surrounded by thick and tall trees, this exquisite and unique small courtyard is in the thick wood forest, it is really weird.

Sang Li stared at it for a while, slowly the raindrops fell on her face, the touch was slightly cool, she looked at the tall and thick trees, and the dark clouds gathered in the sky could also be seen in the layers.

The wind was a little cool, and the raindrops slowly smashed on her face and eyelashes.

Sang Li was automatically dried with her aura, so her clothes were still clean.

The rain seemed to indicate something.

Sang Li just pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, Qingzhong, that guy, she came in, didn't he know? Don't tell her that he also has to rest with a false heavenly way.

It turns out that Qingzhong is really sleeping, because 30,000 years is too difficult, so Qingzhong has learned the habit of sleeping, and he can't feel the flow of time.

Before he went to bed, he also watched the story he made up many times, and it was his fake world, which is equivalent to him making up a program, and the people in the fake world seemed to be really self-conscious, and began to interpret the stories he made, which is also what he must do every day, because this may make the people inside become real people, and it can also make the fake world possible in the real world.

Qingzhong never gets tired of watching this drama, he cries every time he watches it, and because the demon always comes in to dream of the emperor, he hasn't watched this drama for a long time, and he repeats it several times a day before he goes to sleep.

And Sang Li didn't know.

The rain began to fall like a bead, she would not knock on the door of the courtyard where this strange appearance appeared, although this fake world was fake, but at this time it looked no different from the real world, and the slightly cool and clear touch of the raindrops on her face was like substance.

There was the sound of footsteps trampling on branches and dead leaves.

Sang Li raised his eyes, and just saw a white and pure scholar carrying a wooden frame as high as his head and hurriedly ran over, covering his head with his hands to block the rain, and his white hem was already covered with mud and muddy water.

Sang Li was waiting for Qingzhong to find her, and she wanted to go somewhere else to wait, but as soon as she wanted to move, a person came to meet her, because there was only one exit, and she saw the scholar in front of her.

The scholar was wearing a white soft hat, and at this time, he wanted to borrow a night from the family with his hands blocking the rain above his head, but he inadvertently raised his head and crashed into a pair of inky eyes that were like stars, and that face made him so amazed that he couldn't speak at once, and he was stunned in place.

Sang Li glanced at him, the world is really real, but it's a pity that it's all a programme, a programmed character, and a dummy.

"Aunt... Nun... Nun... Mother! The scholar's face turned red and he began to stutter as he spoke.

Sang Li thought it was a little funny, although it was a dummy, but it was also really funny.

The corners of her mouth hooked up slightly when she smiled, and her apricot eyes were crooked: "So I'm your aunt or your mother?" ”

The scholar's handsome face with a white bookish atmosphere instantly turned redder, and he hurriedly staggered his gaze and raised his hand with a salute: "Xiaosheng Ming Shuyang, from Yangcheng, passing by here on the Beijing exam, accidentally saw the girl's face, and felt that the face was shocking, just now there was a rudeness, don't blame the girl." ”

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