Ordinary countryside, green leaves and green willows, white onions and carrots, coarse tea and light rice, comfortable and leisurely, ordinary dreams at this time.

Hu Qili is still quite satisfied with this life, he was forced to do so in the mixed forest before, and it was also within his ability that he became the king.

But what she likes the most is the ordinary days, the kind of days before she met the reader, although there is a gap with today, but there is also a slight sense of seeing the scene, but it is also happy.

After all, his strength is there, and it is still easy to become a certain idea in the secret realm of ten thousand domains.

Therefore, Hu Qili speculated that those powerful great cultivators, in this secret realm, are likely to be the key point, although it is hidden at present, but it will definitely stir up this situation at some key nodes.

Then she thought about Li Xiaoyao again, and was a little puzzled, not knowing if he would be the monarch, after all, his royal spirit was very strong, even if it was not what he wanted, it was estimated that he would be given by the secret realm itself.

After all, that is a man who has ruled a state, and he has really pushed everything.

Thinking about it, Hu Qili sighed faintly again, "I really don't know, people like him will die in vain, what about that scholar?

Hu Qili didn't know, but she wanted to know.

But Hu Qili deeply felt that Li Xiaoyao actually had the same deep exhaustion as her about the throne.

This similarity is also one of the reasons why Hu Qili is willing to choose Li Xiaoyao as the person of cause and effect of the ninth generation.

So Hu Qili is still curious, if Li Xiaoyao really becomes the head of a country, what will he do?

However, she didn't want to be Li Xiaoyao's national teacher, give advice to him, steal half a day of leisure, and wander wild cranes are the closest immortals.

She wished that in the past twenty years, Li Xiaoyao has not found her, although it is estimated that the next ten years will be a war-torn situation, but Hu Qili is not a weak woman who is useless without spiritual power, she is a demon clan, she originally preferred the madness of real flesh-and-blood fighting, but it has not been a long time, and she has really been angry about something.

So if she were alone, it wouldn't be impossible to survive in this world that would definitely be chaotic.

Therefore, today's Hu Qili hummed a little song and walked forward to the river to pick some mugwort.

Boiling water, pulling it out to dry, and putting it down when cooking soup, the taste is fresh and pure, which still surprises Hu Qili.

It's just that on the bank of the river today, there seems to be something different, Hu Qili glanced at it lightly, and saw that there was no one around, so he picked mugwort vegetables on the side with a flat face, and didn't care about the people who were washed ashore by the river, covered in blood.

It looks like a woodcutter who is collecting firewood, probably wanting to take advantage of the moonlight to cut more firewood and earn some silver taels, but he is not ready to fall from a high place for a while, and then be washed by the river to this point.

Hu Qili is not a saint, he can save people who can not be saved, he can not save them, he can kill those who cannot be killed, he can not kill them, anyway, since Hu Qili came out of the mixed forest, his temperament has become more and more lazy and lazy.

But even if Hu Qili knows, she doesn't want to change anything, after all, she is now called Hu Qili, not Hu Yueli.

It is estimated that it is just a corpse, but this does not affect himself, and there are no outsiders, he is too lazy to act in screaming, Hu Qili, who only glanced at it, calmly raised his legs and left from here.

Unexpectedly, the woodcutter who was about to breathe actually coughed a few times, struggled to raise his head, looked at Hu Qili who was about to leave with bloodshot eyes, and said with difficulty: "That...... I think I'm still able to ...... Save ...... a little longer."

Hu Qili turned his head in response and glanced at the man on the ground with slanted eyes, "Why?"

This question of why is not asking why you think you can save you a little longer, but asking, why should I save you, or why should I save you?

Fortunately, Tang Li, who had just woken up from a coma, could still understand the meaning of Hu Qili's question.

Tang Li, who was washed down by the fierce waterfall before, was playing with his life, but he didn't expect to survive, but before being discovered by Zhang Erhu's subordinates, he met a villager who came to pick wild vegetables, and Tang Li's heart was about to shout in surprise "Heaven will not kill me".

But what I didn't expect was that this woman actually wanted to leave as if nothing happened...... Let's go......

can only scream with difficulty, after all, if you don't die in a catastrophe, there will be a blessing in the future, Tang Li feels that he has survived this hurdle, and there will definitely be great good things waiting for him, so he is cheeky and shouts for help, it is not impossible.

"The gentleman has a cloud, 'if you don't see it, you will be good', of course, it's not just this crepe saying. ”

Tang Li could only gamble again, "I think, you and I are the same kind of person." ”

Hu Qili stared at Tang Li's face for a long time, looking at Tang Li's pale face because of excessive blood loss, somehow, the ghost made another face think of it, Hu Qili smiled lightly, although her face at this time was only medium to above, but when she smiled, that temperament, like a hundred flowers blooming, standing proudly, not stunning, even more stunning.

At this time, Tang Li, however, had no way to appreciate this scene, because he had persisted for a long time, and he had not seen Hu Qili make any moves, Tang Li's heart sighed and fainted again.

What moved Hu Qili was not the sentence that you and I are the same kind of people, that sentence was nothing more than a clear telling Hu Qili that I am also a monk from outside the secret realm, and there is no other use, Tang Li's deliberate meaning of "the gentleman has clouds" is nothing more than to reveal that he is those scholars who want to rectify this troubled world.

Indeed, every year when the secret realm is opened, there will be scholars who want to save the people of this world as their own responsibility to enter it, and use various means to combine vertical and horizontal, wanting to give this troubled world a world where everyone can enjoy peace.

It's just that most of them ended in tragedy, either in the struggle for hegemony, or in the collapse of their minds, martyrdom, wanting to leave future generations to wake up forever.

But most of the people who want to compete for the throne of Fengzen Emperor are willing to save these somewhat ignorant and somewhat admirable scholars.

After all, a knife that is not used well will hurt itself, but if it is used well, it is a sharp blade that cuts through thousands of troops.

So Tang Li is gambling, betting that Hu Qili will save his life, otherwise according to the degree of his injury now, he will be caught by Zhang Erhu and others, so it would be better to bite his tongue and commit suicide, saving him from being tortured in vain.

Tang Li's bet really won, but he seemed to be a little lucky to win, because Hu Qili didn't treat Tang Li's person as a person here since he smiled lightly and planned to save him, just like looking at a shadow, just keeping a thought.

After all, he has always liked a mouthful of "gentlemen say" and "gentlemen have clouds", and Hu Yueli's ears were calloused, although the person in front of him was Hu Qili, but Hu Yueli, who was really the main body, conveyed that love without reservation.

So Tang Li's luck is good.

As for whether there will be a lot of discussion in the village, Hu Qili is already far away, and he looks at the portraits in the painting as an outsider, and he doesn't care about these bits and pieces.

Gently kicked the unconscious Tang Li, Hu Qili frowned, how should this bring him back?

Drag?

Can he still resist the bumps he dragged back?

Hu Qili looked up, closed his eyes, and quickly searched the original memories of this body in his mind, and then opened his eyes after a while.

threw away the mugwort in his hand, twisted his waist, and shook his hand, making the bones of his body, which had not been moved for a long time, rattle.

Then he bent down, hugged Tang Li's waist, and with a soft shout, he picked up Tang Li, and then slowly pushed away the bushes, and walked over to the cave where he still had a slightly vague memory in his mind.

The higher the realm, the more profound the use and development of the body will be, and those who have become Venerable before, although each Dao is slightly different, but for the development of the human body, there will always be uniqueness, because even in the secret realm of the Ten Thousand Domains of Forbidden Spiritual Power, the person who has become a Venerable will be the kind of perfect and demonic existence.

At this time, Hu Qili, with a unique pace and rhythm, carried a seriously injured and paralyzed Tang civet with one hand, and walked without hurry.

With the existence of her Hu Qili's original Ten Thousand Demon Co-kings here, of course Tang Li's dog can't get up, so who cares about a few ribs that are broken because of his rough posture?

Hu Qili smiled slightly, she didn't care anyway.

As for whether the Tang civet on her back cares or not, anyway, Hu Qili now doesn't care.

Saving him is just because he reminds her a little more, many, many years ago of the ups and downs, but that's all, Hu Qili is not a fool, of course he knows that he will not be "him" in front of him.

Because in addition to being full of poems and books, the reader also has that sense of gentleness that is as high as the moon in the sky.

Gentle to all beings, more like ruthless to heaven and earth.

After walking for a long time, he arrived at the mouth of a cave, smelling the smell of blood in the cave, Hu Qili stomped his feet gently, and a gust of mountain wind whistled from the cave.

It turned out that this deserted cave had long been occupied by this mountain king.

Hu Qili was not startled, and when the big tiger rushed out of the hole, his eyes widened.

A huge crushing of the soul instantly trained the originally fierce tiger into a cat that was more well-behaved than a domestic cat.

After all, Hu Qili's body is a demon, and at this time, the soul is still the nine-tailed sky fox that is high above, and how can an ordinary beast resist the crushing of that soul bloodline.

The big tiger fell to the ground on all fours, and even before Hu Qili could react, he flipped over, his limbs facing the sky, revealing his snow-white belly, and his mouth made a gurgling, purring and whimpering sound.

Hu Qili said three sentences.

"One, give you a stick of incense and dispose of the leftover venison from the cave for me. ”

"Two, I have this person on my back, you can't eat it. ”

"Three, I see that you are in good spirits, how about guarding the entrance of the cave for me for the time being?"

As soon as Hu Qili's words fell, the big tiger rushed back to the cave at a gallop.