"Big Brother ......"

In the blue sky, Li Mucheng was in a good mood. Yinyue followed him, looking at him aggrievedly, and her eyes seemed to be about to drop tears. "You don't know how wronged I've been these days!"

"Why don't I know?" Li Mucheng glanced at him, "If you weren't wronged, then it would be our army of more than five million demon clans who were wronged...... With your temperament, if you really can't bear it and cause irreparable consequences, then even if the king of heaven comes, you won't be able to repay the debts you owe. ”

"Well, I'll admit I'm dishonest, but ......"

Before Yinyue could finish speaking, Li Mucheng suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at Li Mucheng with a solemn face, Yinyue asked softly.

Stretched out his right hand and gently pointed under him. Looking at his flat, almost endless continent, Li Mucheng said leisurely: "There, that's my home...... When I was a child, I lived in a place where I lived for fourteen years. ”

After a while, he sneered, "It is said that the hometown is more timid, and this sentence is indeed true." Although I miss it in my heart, I don't even have the courage to take a closer look at it now. ”

"Big brother, I understand you, but you don't feel it, is there anything wrong with this mountain where we are now?"

"This is Tarzan. Barely looking at Yinyue, Li Mucheng blurted out, "According to legend, there is a god living on Mount Tai, when I was a child, my mother often told me stories, which is about this fairy." Her name is Bixia Yuanjun, and everyone here calls her Grandma Taishan. I was a mortal at the time, and I didn't feel anything wrong here. Now that he has become a cultivator in the Yuan Infant Stage, he has seen things here more thoroughly......"

"Da Luo Immortal?" Yin Yue narrowed her slender eyes.

"Yes. The slightest hint of something wrong you feel should be the power of Bixia Yuanjun's incense. If nothing else, the legend is not fake. Bixia Yuanjun really exists. Moreover, she placed her idol here, and received the power of incense offered by mortals to use it for cultivation. But her body shouldn't be there. ”

"Didn't Red Scale say that this was just a mortal world, how could there still be a character like the Great Luo Immortal?" asked Yinyue in confusion.

In this regard, Li Mucheng was also very puzzled. In the end, it is worth summing up a statement, that is: "The more ordinary the place, the more extraordinary." ”

Yinyue was unaware of this.

"Let's go, you can come home with me first. My appearance doesn't need to change, and because of the exercises I cultivate, my current immortal cultivator's momentum can not leak out at all, and from the outsider's point of view, I am just a mortal. But you're really going to change it......"

"Don't. ”

Before Li Mucheng could finish speaking, Yinyue suddenly shouted. The voice was unusually firm.

"What is it good to become? Most of the people here are mortals, and I'm afraid it's hard to accept things in the cultivation realm......

"I said no!" Silvermoon shook her head and began to retreat.

"Don't move!" Suddenly, a wicked smile appeared on Li Mucheng's face, "Yes, when I was young, my father raised a little black dog, so you can become like that little black dog......

When Yinyue saw this evil smile on her face, she knew that something was wrong. But in the end, he still did not escape Li Mucheng's clutches......

A miserable wolf howl echoed on the top of Mount Tai.

......

Half an hour later.

A young man in a black suit walked down the mountain road, walking towards the bottom of the mountain, and behind him, there was a black puppy. It's just that the little dog seems to be afraid of this young man, and is far away from him, but it is always following him. The expression on the black puppy's face was very funny, and from time to time he would look at the black-clothed young man in front of him, revealing his sharp fangs......

Strange to say, although the young man is very ordinary, his temperament is very outstanding. The peasants he met along the way were all pointing fingers at him behind his back.

It's early in the morning, and on the bustling Liyuan Street, the vendors who set up stalls to sell breakfast have already gotten up and started steaming steamed buns and baking flatbread. The thick white mist, facing the rising sun, was so warm.

Walking on this street, Li Mucheng suddenly had a feeling of returning to his original intention.

"Buns...... Pork buns ......"

A shout suddenly echoed from Li Mucheng's heart. He turned to look at where the voice had come from. I saw that on the shabby steamed bun stall, the hot steamed buns had already been baked. A middle-aged man in his fifties stood beside the steamed bun stall and shouted vigorously.

Seeing this scene, Li Mucheng's heart was suddenly touched.

To this day, he remembers it very clearly...... Fifty years ago, there used to be a steamed bun stall here. At the beginning, he was still collecting protection money, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard someone say bad things about him. If it hadn't been for the fact that the person who said bad things about him was still a child, maybe this bun stall would have ceased to exist fifty years ago.

Thinking of this, Li Mucheng burst out laughing.

Fifty years have passed, and the little guy who learned to steam steamed buns with his father has now become the head of the family......

"Hey, hey, hey, do you want to buy buns? If you don't buy them, go away, don't delay me in doing business! It's not easy to make money these days, and taxes are being collected everywhere, alas, this day is really unbearable, can't live!"

The big man who sold steamed buns saw Li Mucheng there, motionless, and said a few words to him. The helplessness in his eyes was clearly seen by Li Mucheng.

"Wang ...... Wow!"

"Hey, you little black dog has a pretty big temper. But how do I think you're so familiar?" The big man who sold steamed buns looked at Li Mucheng and muttered to himself there. After thinking for a moment, he seemed to suddenly remember something, "Are you the son of that lobby of the Qingtian Sect?" Hey, how can I be so familiar? You must be his son! I saw your father when I was a child." ...... Oh, maybe it's your grandfather! Now that I think about it, you look like your grandfather. ”

Although he was muttering, the work in his hands did not stop for a moment. With the flying of the palms, buns like buds are born.

"Hey, in the blink of an eye, so many years have passed. Seeing that you are also a descendant of acquaintances, you take these buns, and I won't charge you money. If so, please bring me a message, and ask the old man if he still remembers the steamed bun seller on Liyuan Street! When the old man was in the hall here, my father was the one who supported him the most......!

"Alright, alright. Li Mucheng smiled slightly and took the bun in his hand. The still warm bun left in his eyes a little moist.

The cultivation realm is so cold and ruthless...... He had forgotten when he hadn't experienced such a warm and cold world.

It turns out that the biggest difference between humans and animals in this world is the word love......

Looking at the blurred distance, Li Mucheng held the two meat buns in his hand and muttered.