Along the way, Ziying asked Wei Hua a lot of questions, since people insisted that he was the "Ji Ying", and he was idle and bored and planned to be Ji Ying, then he naturally had to ask clearly, what kind of family background this "Ji Ying" was.

At first, Wei Hua was obviously a little at a loss, he couldn't understand why Ziying asked these strange questions, but then he gradually got used to it, and he answered like a stream.

"In other words, my family lives in the Heavenly Corridor City in Chu County. ”

"Not bad. ”

"My father's surname is Wei. ”

"Not bad. ”

"But my surname is Ji······?"

"The master said that the young master is the son of the deceased, and the family name cannot be changed, so he is still surnamed Ji. ”

"What other Heavenly Corridor Mountain am I still cultivating the Immortal Method?"

"Yes! I'm with less... He and the eagle were young people who went down the mountain and left their hometowns to experience. ”

Under the eyes of Superintendent Ziying, Wei Hua changed his mouth twice before he could barely finish this sentence.

"Ah, it seems that I am really a rich kid. Ziying casually kicked the horse's belly with an indifferent expression.

"Yes. Wei Hua said, "My Wei family is one of the most rich and noble families in the Heavenly Corridor City!"

Ziying lowered her head, and suddenly found that the little girl in her arms had a very bad face, and was surprised: "Xiaoyue!

Satsuki didn't speak, just frowned tightly.

"It is estimated that the body is weak and cannot withstand the bumps. Wei Hua glanced at it and said calmly.

"Then let's rest for a while, pilot~~" Ziying immediately stopped the horse, turned over, and gently placed Xiaoyue on the raised old tree root on the side of the road, and let her rest against the trunk.

"Young Master. Wei Hua also stopped the horse, but did not come down, his tone was a little urgent, "We need to hurry as soon as possible, this place is not far from the war-torn place, we are not safe enough, and something may happen at any time!"

Ziying was stunned: "What do you mean by this?"

Wei Hua said calmly: "This little girl is too much of a hindrance, it's better to..."

"Shut up!" Ziying was angry at that time, and shouted loudly, "I owe you to say it!"

"But ······" Wei Hua still wanted to continue to persuade.

Ziying interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Don't mention these words again! I can't let a seven-year-old girl fend for herself in the barren mountains and mountains!"

"Hey, okay. Wei Hua sighed, had to turn over and dismount, and took the initiative to massage Xiaoyue's hand acupuncture points.

"What are you?"

"It can make her recover faster. Wei Hua's tone was still so calm.

"Okay······"

Ziying stood aside, a light breeze blowing, with the refreshing breath of the mountains, which made people feel extremely comfortable.

"Wind..." At that moment, he suddenly remembered the cyan wind in the city, and the golden rain in the wind!

That rain really made him tremble!

If it was a natural disaster, then he could still bear it, but obviously, it was not a natural disaster, it should be a magical spell! Otherwise, why did it happen coincidentally at the most critical moment for himself and others.

When the purple lightning lit up, he guessed that it must be a spell cast by the scholar in white, but this spell was suddenly suspended, and it was forcibly suspended by the rain, and the price of the suspension was the destruction of the entire city!

What a terrible means this is!

Who would have had that much power then?

It must be the dirty monk who doesn't look good!

A rain destroys a city!

Is that "immortal"?

Look at Wei Hua.

After a little hesitation, he finally planned to ask: "Wei Hua." ”

"In!"

"I have one more crucial question for you. ”

"Less... Eagle less please say. ”

Ziying sorted out the wording and asked, "In this world, are there really immortals?"

Wei Hua was stunned for a moment, and the strength in his hand involuntarily increased.

"Hmm..." Xiao Yue suddenly let out a low sigh.

"A little light on your hand. Ziying said hurriedly.

"Yes. Wei Hua weakened the strength in his hand, turned his head to look at Ziying, and said, "The words of immortals only exist in legends, and in reality, I really haven't heard of anyone who has ascended to immortality." ”

"But weren't there countless people cultivating immortals on Lang Mountain that day?" Ziying was stunned, "Since there are people who cultivate immortals, there must be successful people." ”

Wei Hua said with a smile: "The so-called cultivation of immortals is just practicing immortal spells and getting a little bit of immortal power, but it is just a 'fake immortal', and it cannot become a real 'true immortal', there is no such thing as an immortal in this world."

As early as millions of years ago, the immortal road had been cut off by the last true immortal, and there was no road in this heaven and earth that could lead to the other side of the moat. ”

"Cut off?!" Ziying was stunned.

"This is just what the villain heard, I don't know if it's true or not. ”

"Me!"

"Oh... I heard it. ”

Ziying's heart set off a stormy wave, this is not the same as the immortal cultivation novels he has read, generally not all have any cultivation level, how much energy is needed for each level, and then they breathe and take pills, and then practice layer by layer, and then survive what kind of catastrophe and earth robbery, human robbery and ghost robbery, and finally achieve true immortal fame?

Generally speaking, it seems that the process of cultivation is very difficult, very arduous, and the tribulation is generally very dangerous, and there is no such thing as cutting off... Wait a minute.

Tribulation?

Ziying hurriedly asked: "The meaning of this cut-off, does it mean, eh, I will sort out the language, that is, if you cultivate to a certain level, you will encounter a very terrible heavenly tribulation, so terrible that no one has ever survived since ancient times?"

Wei Hua thought for a long time and shook his head: "I didn't understand what the young master meant. ”

"Huh?" Ziying didn't bother to correct him, and continued to ask, "That is to say, well, people can cultivate very strongly. ”

"Yes. Wei Hua nodded.

Very good!

Ziying continued: "However, when they are strong enough to become true immortals, they are so powerful that they can cross the immortal gate and become true immortals, at this time, God will suddenly rain down a heavenly tribulation with boundless mana to wipe them out!"

He said faster and faster: "And this heavenly tribulation, no matter how powerful a person is, can't resist it, so no true immortal has ever been born in this world!"

"It's not. Wei Hua responded succinctly and forcefully.

"Huh, what does that mean?" Ziying was stunned.

"Young Master, when you ask this, Wei Hua's mind is completely messed up. His expression was still calm, and to be honest, he couldn't tell how chaotic it was, "If you cut off the road, you cut off the road." ”

"You're making me even more confused!" Ziying was speechless, "What is this 'road'?"

Wei Hua thought for a moment and said, "Method." ”

"Dharma?"

"Yes, in today's world, no method can make a person cultivate into a true 'immortal'! ”

Wait a minute!

"What do you mean!" Ziying's voice couldn't help but raise a few decibels, "There is no way to ascend to immortal in this world!"

"Yes. Wei Hua nodded, and then shook his head again, "But it can't be said that there must be a method for attaining the Tao and ascending to immortals, and there is more than one, and those who cultivate immortals practice these methods, but they are all incomplete, and there is no last step!"

Ziying understood.

Totally understood.

This meaning is already very clear: you can complete eighty or ninety percent of the path of cultivating immortals, far beyond the limits of mortals, and become a "fake immortal" with earth-shattering means, but you can never become a real "true immortal"! There is a trench between them, and people can never cross it!

"Then how much difference is there between this real 'True Immortal' and the 'False Immortal' who has cultivated to the final level?"

"This... What is the difference in strength..." Wei Hua's face was still calm, but his tone was a little confused.

"It's like..." Ziying thought for a while, "The white-clothed man and the dirty monk just now, the huge difference between them is the difference in strength!"

Wei Hua thought for a moment and said calmly: "Then, it should be the difference between the sun and the moon and the dust." ”