Leisurely cultivating life

"This is the job of a disciple, so why bother to say it, a disciple dare not do it!" Shou Yi said.

Yu Jingcheng laughed loudly when he heard this, and pointed to Shouyi: "You, you, good, good, good!" He said three good words in succession.

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The few people who walked out of the main hall were walking on the road, looking at everything in Qingyu Mountain, feeling very emotional for a moment, and in a flash, ten years have passed like this.

Tu Mengmei was in a daze: "Brother, time flies so fast. The scene when I first came to Qingyu Mountain is still as vivid as yesterday, and now it has been ten years!"

"That's right, Junior Sister, the time flies by really fast. However, for us cultivators, the worst thing is time, and the worst time."

"When you reach the realm of transforming gods and primordial spirits, ten years is just a flick of a finger."

"Eldest brother, why are you practicing?" Tu Mengmei asked.

"Why practice?" Zhou Fan was a little confused. When he first came to this world, he wanted to go home. On Earth, he had his parents, friends, and relatives. He really wanted to go back, but he just wanted to think about it.

Until the age of seven, the appearance of the mysterious bead and the remnant soul of the Golden Crow sparked a glimmer of hope in him, the hope of returning home.

But since when, the appearance of the parents in the previous life has long been blurred in my mind, and I can't remember everything in the previous life.

Since when?Zhou Fan asked himself in his heart.

I can't remember clearly, I can't remember clearly, Zhou Fan can't believe it, but he has to believe that he has indeed forgotten everything, he has forgotten his parents, friends, relatives...

All the past life has become a mystery, as if shrouded in a mist, and now Zhou Fan realizes that he doesn't even know what his previous life was called.

After thinking about it slowly, Zhou Fan was a little horrified to find that he didn't know anything except that he had traveled from a place called the earth. If Tu Mengmei hadn't asked him just now, Zhou Fan would have I haven't found my abnormality yet.

"I don't know!" Zhou Fan spat out such a sentence.

That's right, Zhou Fan didn't know that although he practiced before, although he had the idea that he would not be in vain in this life, what he finally wanted in his heart was to achieve a high level of cultivation, to be able to return to his hometown and see his family.

But now, all kinds of mysteries in the previous life are like illusions, like Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly.

"I don't know?" Tu Mengmei was a little confused.

"Yes, brother, if it wasn't for the question you asked just now, I still don't know why I set foot on the road of cultivation?"

"Brother, how did you come to Chongyang City!" Lou Yehua was also a little confused.

"Let's think about it... I guess it's because I'm curious about the legends in Strange Immortals, so I searched around and found out that the Taoist temple in Fucheng recruits people once every ten years."

Zhou Fan thought about it and decided to lie, and kept the truth in his heart.

"Brother embarked on the road of cultivation because of curiosity?"

"That's it!"

"..."

"Okay, let's go get ready, let's go down the mountain tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Fan turned into a beam of divine light, flew into the air, and disappeared in front of everyone.

Chapter 29 Downhill Part 2

Xiaoqingshan.

Zhou Fan quietly looked at the bamboo house in front of him, and the surrounding plants and trees.

Except for the bamboo house that has been lived in for ten years, the others feel so strange.

Thinking back to the past ten years, besides practicing, he still practiced, Zhou Fan closed his eyes.

After returning to Xiaoqingshan yesterday, after calming down, Zhou Fan began to use beads to calculate his past life, but he still found nothing.

who am I?

Is it a time traveler, or Zhou Fan...

Did the time traveler cross over to become Zhou Fan, or did Zhou Fan inherit the memory of the time traveler...

Who am I, who am I, who am I...

Zhou Fan muttered to himself, but his heart was chaotic.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother..."

"Squeak..." As soon as Shou opened the door and came in, he saw such a scene.

Zhou Fan raised his dull eyes and kept repeating "Who am I..."

Shou Yile: "You are Zhou Fan, my disciple of Yuxu!"

"Yes, yes, Zhou Fan, I'm Zhou Fan..." Zhou Fan regained his composure.

"Junior Brother, it's you, what are you doing with a gourd on it?" Shou Yi asked curiously, and saw a yellow leather gourd on Zhou Fan's head as soon as he entered the door.

Zhou Fan frowned: "Gourd? Brother, what kind of gourd is there on my head..." Zhou Fan carelessly touched the top of his head, and before he finished speaking, his body froze.

Zhou Fan was horrified to find that the Immortal-Slaying Gourd appeared on his head so abruptly, when...

Thinking of the abnormality on his body, he didn't know it was the ghost.

Sure enough, I was still careless, even with mystical beads protecting my body, I still got caught by accident.

Also, this kind of old antique, will there be no back-up?If it wasn't for the help of the mysterious beads, I'm afraid I wouldn't be me long ago, and I still went to sacrifice the immortal gourd without knowing my life.

If there was no question from my junior sister yesterday, I would not have realized that if I continued, would I become another person and would no longer be myself?

Zhou Fanguang shuddered when he thought about it in his heart, and changed someone quietly like this. The key is that he himself didn't feel it at all.

I'm still a little arrogant, no matter how magical the beads are, they are only a support after all, and their own strength is the truth.

Zhou Fan reviewed himself in his heart. There are countless strange people in this world, and he must be careful in his actions.

Hey, it's just that the fairy-killing gourd can't be used anymore, and I can only look at it in Yuxu, Zhou Fan thought of it with some pity.

Holding the fairy-killing gourd in his hand, Zhou Fan said to Shouyi: "Brother Shouyi, this is a cultivation method that I found in Jingge..."

"Oh, that's it!" Shouyi didn't think much about it. Since Yuxu's sect was founded, there are records of magical powers created by countless disciples in the Jingge, and there are no strange things that can be found.

Seeing that Shouyi was not suspicious of himself, Zhou Fan was relieved, it was really difficult for him to explain.

"By the way, Junior Brother, this is a storage bag, I almost forgot!" Shouyi handed a palm-sized gray bag to Zhou Fan.