The corpse dragged Li Jingliu's body to a hidden place, only to feel that Li Jingliu's body was soft, like an empty broken bag, and the remaining vitality did its best to maintain his breathing, and the faint airflow could only slip out of his lungs a little bit, only a faint heartbeat but an unusually stable beat.

The corpse took out a little white meridian similar to an orange meridian from the Naxu Ring, and took out a transparent jade bottle, full of green liquid through the thin layer of clear jade, bringing out a swaying wave. A soft light came out of his hand, merging the two into one. Feeding the green white pill to Li Jingliu's mouth, he turned over to study the huge money that was spread all over the ground, and the square money eye in the middle of it was like a bottomless pit facing the sky, dark and deep.

Money has been a necessity for all kinds of transactions since ancient times, and it is undoubtedly one of the most powerful forces in the world as a means of attack. Just like the ginseng essence, which is a golden jade talisman that costs a lot of money to draw, a large amount of gold power as a medium can attract almost all living beings in the world. The money in front of him is the corpse's use of this spell, to say, he happened to have learned this trick before, and the effect on the enemy is excellent, and he can't escape 100%.

And this golden jade talisman also has great flaws, first of all, it is that this talisman itself is extremely costly, and it is also a one-off, as long as it has been used in a battle, it cannot be used again after the pure power of money is infected with greed. Then, this spell has no combat discernment at all, in other words, the enemy can use it on the field, and we can also use it, and in the end, this spell may not be able to cause more damage to whom.

This time it was just Li Jingliu's luck, he didn't know the correct use of the golden jade talisman, and it just so happened that Madame Butterfly didn't know either. Now the corpse looked at the hollow money eye, and there was infinite fear and infinite longing in his heart, as if there was a monster hidden in it, who could give you everything and want to swallow everything of yours.

Finally, the corpse did not dare to look at it again, thinking that he knew where Madame Butterfly had gone, that hell full of greed and desire, and countless pale and withered hands with infinite longing had seized her, and she should never come back, right? If you want to say that Madame Butterfly has lived for many years, right? If you can't beat her by yourself, let alone Li Jingliu, if it weren't for this array......

At this time, Li Jingliu woke up faintly, he let out a long breath, the feeling of emptiness in his body gradually came up, and the thirst and hunger all gathered here to attack his body, he hurriedly took out a fist-sized stone, and drank the dark blue alien blood in it. In an instant, the thirst disappeared without a trace, and the multicolored colors that had been shining from his skin seemed to peel off and fell from him.

As soon as the corpse turned its head, he just saw the scene of Li Jingliu peeling off his skin, and he couldn't help but be surprised, what does this mean? Can delamination still heal injuries? Then he seemed to remember something, there is a technique called dragon transformation in the rivers and lakes, and cultivators have to peel off their skin every time they reach a stage, until they take off that layer of skin with small horns. Perhaps, this product is just practicing this exercise.

Li Jingliu was as surprised as he saw the corpse alive, oh! Just now, this thing was lying on the ground covered in blood and curled up like a shrimp, where would this come from to puff up his eyes to look at himself? And what about the big butterfly that killed people?

"You...... "Generally speaking, monks don't ask similar questions about Taoist friends, as if they are suspected of spying on other people's exercises. But Li Jingliu has always thought of what to say.

"Turtle breath resurrection, using temporary death in exchange for respite, temporary death at the same time the body will recover itself at an alarming speed, and I just looked a little miserable just now, in fact, it is some flesh wounds. "The corpse will not say that the sharp scales just now have cut open their lungs, and the blood has spilled into the chest. This affects the image when you say it. Besides, the reason he told Li Jingliu is similar to the situation of the exchange, I told you, it's embarrassing if you don't tell it, isn't it? And we just had a friendship that changed lives.

Li Jingliu never felt that there was anything he couldn't say, he took out a stone with a big stab, handed it to the corpse, and said, "That's it, I'll give you one." There's something called soul fixing soup, and it seems that the wound heals the moment you drink it, and I don't know why. As he spoke, he deliberately looked at the wound he had just been pierced by Madame Butterfly, and the previous hideous laceration left only a small cut.

The corpse saw him so refreshed, and also took the stone happily, this kind of thing that almost brought back to life is usually pressed under the box to prepare to save his life when it is most critical, but Li Jingliu gave it to himself like this, and the corpse finally looked up to him in his heart, so he rarely took the initiative to ask: "Dare to ask Brother Tai Daimyo? Where is the teacher? Where is Xianxiang?"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, Li Jingliu, under the Ziyun Gate of Ziyun Mountain, is it your hometown, there is nothing to say in a small town, and you haven't asked your brother Taigui's surname yet?"

"My surname is Ning, and my name is Erjian. As he spoke, Ning Erjian pinched the stone and played with it in his hand, only to feel that there seemed to be a dull dingdong sound in the stone, as if the liquid wanted to collide.

As soon as Li Jingliu wanted to ask the origin of this slightly aggressive name, Ning Erjian took over the conversation: "I didn't take this name, I mixed it on the street when I was a child, and the old man who measured the words in a circle let God decide." I think since God decided to be fierce, I guess I should be more fierce. ”

To say that Ning Erjian has been a person who pursues freedom since he was a child, so it seems that when he was three years old, he ran from the high-ranking official's parents' house to the Huazi settlement in the downtown bridge cave, and never went back.

How good it is to be free to be a head called Hanako, at that time, the nameless little Hanako thought so, not only did not have to endure the pain of the loss of his mother, the indifferent eyes of his father, but also slept until three poles a day, and then paced the tendons and tendons to hang out of nowhere to turn out the broken linen shoes, shy dirty and greasy round belly, lying on the bridge to bask in the sun, from time to time from the hair in the ear to feel a lice, biting out the sound of beepping, to the hotel to find a stall to the door horizontally, do not give food and do not leave. As long as you are afraid of bad luck, how can you not give it, so the head of the little flower child is always shiny at the corner of his mouth.

It's a pity that things in the world are always not so according to people's wishes, for example, the father named Hanako Toutou, who originally had so many children, but for some reason he didn't leave one before he died, and such a big family business was abolished? No, so at this time, the father remembered that the little Hanako was coming, and the whole government was looking for it all over the world, and finally, in a cave that smelled of rotten fish and stinky shoes fermenting together for three months, he found the little Hanako lying on a pile of indescribably filthy objects, humming a little tune.

As I said before, Hanako is a person who pursues freedom, how can the freedom that she has been pursuing since she was three years old be the one you say will go back? Can't? How can such a detached freedom be interrupted by you ordinary people who don't have long eyes? It seems that I have no choice but to become an immortal.

In this way, this reason is really helpless, when you become an immortal, you will be free, and when you become an immortal, you ordinary people will no longer be able to try to disturb my realm, yes, at the moment when Xiao Hanako figured it out, he soared. A golden light suddenly pierced the sky, through the many houses, the caves, and shone straight on the forehead of the little Hanako, and he took this golden light and flew towards the realm that no mortal could disturb.

As a result, a true immortal soared. This kind of lucky people who come up with their own immortal position, we usually call them scattered immortals. In the early days, Xiao Zhaohua really enjoyed this state, and almost no one could affect his freedom, until he was tripped by something and willingly gave up his freedom like the wind.

That thing is called & love, it is a mortal little girl, poor and beautiful, looking at her, can think of lotus, such a poor place can bear such a white and pure thing, as soon as the little flower child saw it, she was captured. But he still didn't say anything, just lying on the side of the road in front of her house every day to ask for money. Day after day, until the girl was old, ugly, and dead.

There was a slight rain that day, but it still couldn't stop the dust, the dirt covered her, and the little flower child hid behind the crowd to watch, and the dark soil buried her little by little, and he saw that the lotus flower withered, and the rotten leaves could not withstand the wind and rain, and drooped back into the thick layer of silt. She never married.

Listening to the rustling of the coffin cover, it seemed that she had really said goodbye to this world. Xiao Hanako suddenly realized that he was not free, he still had feelings, he still had human nature, and he still lived in this world, and there were fetters everywhere, how could he achieve true freedom? So he gave up, he walked through the famous mountains and rivers, experienced all kinds of scenery and human feelings, and just wanted to imprint them in his mind one by one, and go to her grave to tell her.

And sometimes luck is not very much, no, just heard the news that the water god Wuzhiqi was distributed, rushed over to take a look, I don't know how many years I have slept in Wuzhiqi's belly, and I don't know if there is grass growing on her grave. Fortunately, he is the body of a true immortal, otherwise, between the intestines with the strongest ability to hurt without support, it is still a question whether he can survive until now.

Li Jingliu looked at the road when he came and said, "Let's go out." Dare to ask Brother Tai if you know the way to Ziyunmen?"

"I don't know, but do you mind if I go with you?" Ning Erjian had a good impression of Li Jingliu, although it was mostly because he was generous. So he decided to go with him, he hadn't been to Ziyun Mountain, but since there was a sect, the scenery would definitely not be too bad.