"Sister, is there something wrong with him?" said the woman in the yellow dress, leaning against the ears of the woman in the red dress, in a very low voice.

Yes, anyone who looks at the Taoist temple in front of them will say that there is a problem. Because here, the woman in the yellow dress has already recognized. From the abyss of clouds and mist in front of the peach forest, the green peak on the opposite side of the clouds, and the huge Taoist temple of the palace pavilion on the green peak, I have already recognized where this is.

This is the highest peak of Danfeng Mountain, it is a lonely peak that pulls a sword straight into the clouds, it is a peak that has no road to come up at all, and it is a scenery that can only stand on the opposite side and enjoy the cuiguan.

But now I am really on this peak.

The Taoist temple here is rough and unbearable, a grass house, it is really a grass house, ten acres of mountain fields, and it is really a mountain field that has just been developed. There are no samurai singers who are like clouds, there are no delicacies and desserts, there is no noble and elegant furnishings, there is no clumsy bronze, no gorgeous lacquerware, no warm jade, no rich gold, there is just an empty room. The wooden planks that are coarsely erected on the ground, the stubble are all new, the straw mats that are casually spread on the ground, and a dozen animal skins, although they are clean, they still have some smell.

And then there was nothing.

"Sister, this is the life of immortals?"

Too cold, too shabby, too plain, too stingy, right?

"Sincerely, if you don't want to fall to the point where Cao Wufang is at that point, just shout. The woman in the red dress shifted a position slightly and pushed open a window so that the woman in the yellow dress could see clearly.

It was precisely when she saw it clearly that the woman in the yellow dress immediately turned into a saw-beaked gourd. Covering his mouth, he was silent.

What is it that is so terrifying?

A woman with unkempt hair like an ordinary peasant woman in the countryside, burying her head in a crack in the stone to dig the mice hidden inside? A gorgeous samurai suit with a tight-fitting dark dragon and phoenix, whipped into rotten strands, and then tied up casually with a straw rope? A pair of boots made of red crocodile scalp are now rotten into rags, revealing Qianqian's toes, which are already a rotten black mess? Ten fingers swollen into carrots, blood-red wounds like a baby's small mouth all over the body, rickety body, coughing and hoarseness, sluggish like a puppet, resigned to fate like a dead man, just like the women he had tortured and punished?

Unfortunately, it's not like this.

The woman surnamed Cao, now dressed in cloth and hairpin, facing the sky, rolled up her sleeves, and was grinding some yellow and white powder in the small stone mill under her hand. With a faint smile, she couldn't see yesterday's arrogance and ambition at all, and she was quietly satisfied, as if the coarse grains in the stone mill were really her favorite food. A pair of bright eyes, looking at the white-clothed young man in the distance without stopping for a moment, not thinking that he was a delicate poisonous flower who was almost thirty years old and had a bad reputation, and he was a warm young woman.

It's really just a young woman.

The woman in the yellow dress remembered that Cao Wufang had always been a maid in the bun of an unmarried woman in the room, and had always flaunted herself as a pure and jade, and a virgin who kept alone, but she always attracted bees and butterflies, seduced Wei and teased Cheng, and always liked those gorgeous costumes that were so glamorous that they were exposed, publicized to stinging their eyes, and strange to arrogant, and always liked to enjoy the glory and wealth brought by the princess and respect the power like herself. Riding a high horse, holding a strong bow, chasing foxes and hunting bears, Jin Ge with the army, nothing more.

But now, he has changed his mind. He pulled a bun, wore a cloud dress, tied a cloth belt, and kicked a pair of bast shoes. If it weren't for the fact that she looked at her eyes and the kind of unruliness that could never change, she might not have thought who this ordinary peasant young woman was.

"Yesterday, the black clouds of the Cao family ambushed us and were killed by Chen Xian Changquan. ”

"Oh~"

"Yesterday, Chen Xianchang originally wanted to kill this woman. ”

"How~"

Later, Chen Xianchang used her once and left her behind. ”

"Sister..." couldn't pretend anymore, the woman in the yellow dress was completely frightened this time.

"Now, she is Chen Xianchang's person. I have already passed the Eagle Book this morning and told the Imperial Brother about this. ”

"Sister, why don't you go?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I have a colt. Who are you as Chen Xianchang? Who am I? I am Gao Yang. ”

"He even used Cao Wufang like this, why can't we?"

"Hehe, it's still weird, she Cao Wufang is really guarding it, what do you want me to say?"

"Held?"

"Yes, hold on. The woman in the red dress gritted her teeth.

"What about the person on the other side of the street?"

"Don't talk about those shameless bitches! They were born in the wealthy family of the Tang Kingdom, and they enjoy all the offerings of my Tang Kingdom. Our original intention was to let them serve the eldest princess of Ronghua, cultivate their true qi, and protect our Li family. One by one, they go out to walk the rivers and lakes like white lotus, every day they are called by fairies and fairies, and they make friends with the sons of various families, pretending to be pure. Result...

"Not really, right?"

"As for it, I have already ordered my Gaoyang Capital to wash some blood in Cuiguan, and kill this group of bitches, which is in line with the Taoist fashion of my Tang Kingdom. You don't need to rush me. The life and death of my Tang Kingdom is in one fell swoop. I have already reported to the imperial brother and asked him to reopen the draft and select some useful people for Chen Xianchang. ”

"What about the three outside?"

The woman in the red dress smiled a little deflated, pinched the face of the woman in the yellow dress, and was speechless: "Sister, who are you when you are Chen Xianchang? Could it be that it was the teasing of a cat and a dog, so I accepted it? This Qingyun Temple, we will leave later, and we will not be left here, not even a woman surnamed Cao." We're going to stay on the other side of the street tonight. ”

"So how are we going to get over in the future?"

And so on. Just wait for Immortal Chen to summon it. But speaking of which, sister, is there anything between you and that Jinshi named Liu Qi?"

"Nope. ”

"I'm not sure. It's best if you don't. However, you just really have something in mind, and I can't say that I will help you. ”

"Sister, isn't it?"

"As for it!"

The woman in the red dress leaned against the wooden door frame, very low, and said very resolutely.

"Who told Chen Xianchang that he didn't kill you yesterday?"

You still hope that Chen Xianchang can take a fancy to you first, so it's good. Otherwise, would there really be less cruelty in this world?

In the distance, I sat solemnly, twisting a brush, dipping a little honey sauce from the plate next to me, and smearing it on a number of slices of meat that creaked on the iron net and emitted a murderous aroma in the expectant eyes of the three little loli.

Good stuff.

To the east of the mountain at my feet, in a large lake three hundred miles away, I hunted a cyan snake spirit. The body of a huge snake twenty zhang long, the best meat to eat is the small piece behind its skull, which weighs only three or four catties. Cut into thin slices, soak in rice wine to wash away the fishy smell, then fry in hot oil until half-cooked, and finally grill.

The three little girls sat together like little milk cats. In the scent of murder, dripping saliva, a pair of big eyes, full of longing. Five or six-year-old children, no matter how smart they are, will become little fools when they want to eat good things. Silly, cute. One by one, tired of being by my side, saying "brother", "pot, pot" and "give", their little hands were pulling around.

I'm thinking about some questions.

Immortals, what the hell is it?

Immortals, what is it exactly?

What is this world?

Why did I come into this world?

The two stupid women over there, what they said, the choices they made, were they the "correct" reaction of the mortal world to the immortals in this world?

Or do they instinctively think that cultivators can be "controlled" with women, with feelings, with fetters, and with restraints?