Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

Feng Zhiyi, holding an umbrella, was dragged into another fantasy world.

"Stop! What are you still standing there for? The elders of Wushang Jueya asked you to go and test your spiritual root aptitude!" Feng Qingjue pushed him happily but restrainedly.

Feng Zhiyi looked around in a daze. On the arena in the city, there were disciples in white robes dancing gracefully in a row. Their postures were dignified and extraordinary, as if they were sent from heaven.

Standing in the middle was a gentle elder with a faint smile on his face.

It didn't rain today, which is rare. The sun was shining lazily on my body and it was very warm.

Feng Zhiyi felt a strange discomfort.

The familiar city dwellers were dressed simply, their faces reserved but full of admiration and yearning, and they turned to look at him with hope.

"Elder, our young city master is a natural swordsman and the most talented young man in Jialan City!"

The sound of hope and expectation exploded in my ears, breaking the silence, and my hazy thoughts gradually became clear.

I remembered that the disciple-recruiting ceremony had arrived as scheduled. Among the eight major forces, only Jueya sent people to this drifting small town in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Today is the most important day for the entire Jialan City!

Feng Zhiyi felt a little nervous, but he stepped forward to take the test under the elder's admiring and encouraging gaze.

The test result was excellent. The elder looked at him as if he were looking at a rare gem, and was extremely excited. He praised him as a hidden pearl in the ocean and said he would definitely be a true disciple in the future.

Everyone was congratulating him, and Feng Zhiyi felt pride and joy welling up in his chest.

The serious Uncle Zhang smiled and paid for a banquet at the City Lord's Mansion with his own money, inviting Jueya's disciples and the people in the city.

When the elders learned of the precarious situation in the city, they consulted the sect and agreed to use the spirit ship to help relocate the city and save Jialan City from the sea of ​​suffering.

Everyone cried with joy.

Feng Zhiyi drank a lot of wine until his vision became blurred.

On the second day, everyone packed up and boarded the spirit ship. Jialan City was empty, and they were about to embark on a bright future.

Feng Zhiyi was the last one to board the ship. He glanced at the Jialan people standing beside the heavenly spirit ship, all of whom had curious eyes and beaming smiles.

Daddy urged him, "Come up quickly and stop thinking. After Jueya negotiates with Jiling, he wants to take us to live in Half Moon Bay!"

“I heard it’s a great place!”

Feng Zhiyi responded with a smile and turned around to look at the empty and quiet city.

Not far away, a tall calamus tree was drooping with scattered cherry-colored petals. They were not knocked down by the wind and rain that had lasted for half a month, but completely withered on this sunny day.

Feng Zhiyi looked at the last cluster of Jialan flowers clinging to the gray tree trunk. The shape was a little strange. He saw a vision for a moment, as if... as if something was missing.

what?

The joyful urging behind him became louder. Feng Zhiyi shook his head and couldn't help asking, "Dad, did we forget to bring something?"

Feng Qingjue immediately shook his head, "Of course not, come up quickly, don't waste the elders' time!"

Feng Zhiyi felt that they were pushing him particularly hard.

It was still a sunny day today. It was almost noon and the scorching sun made him extremely uncomfortable.

It would be nice if there was an umbrella.

——It would be nice to have an umbrella.

Feng Zhiyi suddenly turned around and looked at the cluster of strange Jialan flowers.

Yes, its shape should be printed on the surface of a gray umbrella.

The urging voice behind him had become very urgent, and his father was scolding him.

"Feng Zhiyi! You're not listening again, are you? You're causing trouble for everyone again, aren't you?"

Feng Zhiyi subconsciously denied it, but he felt a headache. He held his head and bent over. Umbrella...what's wrong?

"Young City Lord, don't you want to take us away?"

Piteous voices were heard, they were begging him.

Feng Zhiyi's heart began to ache, but his feet took root. He seemed to have forgotten a very important person.

"Dad, there's one less person... one less person, right?" His expression gradually became more certain.

Feng Qingjue's expression changed, and finally he shook his head helplessly and sighed, "I really can't do anything about you. Aren't you just thinking about Zhu Jiu?"

Hearing this name, Feng Zhiyi felt as if struck by lightning. Yes! Zhu Jiu!

Zhu Jiu is his beloved!

"Silly boy! She has been waiting for you on the boat!" Everyone joked and made way for her.

Zhu Jiu, dressed in green, walked up from behind, with quiet smiling eyes and a slender and graceful figure.

is her.

Zhu Jiu placed her white fingers on the side of the boat and said with a smile, "You even forgot when I got on board. How can you not care about me?"

"No..." Feng Zhiyi choked up inexplicably and didn't finish his words.

The pain in his heart suddenly intensified, and he stared at her greedily. The strong emotions in his heart seemed like a hundred feet of water, a thousand layers of snow, and a ten thousand foot mountain.

"Why aren't you coming up yet? Didn't you say you'd marry me after you join our sect?" Zhu Jiu's smile was charming and moving as he lowered his brows.

How can I refuse the wind?

The spirit ship was like the other end of a scale, bearing all the weight of his life. He stood on the light other side, sliding involuntarily towards them, towards a bright future.

When Feng Zhiyi stepped onto the spirit boat, everyone showed the same smile.

Now, they will be together forever.

The beautiful illusion began to shatter.

Feng Zhiyi regained all consciousness suddenly, and he watched it all helplessly.

He leaned over and hugged Zhu Jiu so tightly that he seemed to rub her into his bones and blood.

Hot tears of blood dripped onto Zhu Jiu's neck, and Feng Zhiyi's voice was filled with trembling cries of love and hate.

"Since you have already killed me, why do you still let me exist in this inhuman form..."

"Ghosts can't bask in the sun, ghosts can't sleep, ghosts don't have dreams, Zhu Jiu, I'm too awake, I can't even dream about you."

"I miss you so much. No, no, I hate you so much."

Feng Zhiyi's speech was incoherent and he had no idea what he was saying until the scene in front of him changed and the dazzling Mirror Mountain came into view.

His arms were empty, as was his heart.

If you fail, two thousand points will be deducted.

The more difficult the illusion, the higher the points.

……

What worries could a young Chu Yi have? The only worry was that he found himself in love with an evil cultivator.

It's really a forbidden love.

Chu Yijing climbed the mountain very quickly, the fastest among everyone. He was already halfway up the mountain, and his points were increasing rapidly. He was a soul cultivator, so it was a bit difficult to pull him into the illusion.

Anyway, I didn't succeed in the first half. Climbing the mountain was like going on a picnic, very boring.

He glanced around and saw his own handsome face everywhere.

Chu Yi sighed, self-admiring and confused, and plucked off a petal of the mirror flower, "What's the point of being pretty? No one is destined to love you. Your heart is rainy and gloomy and cannot stand the light of day."

He looks like a pure love resentful husband who has not yet been beaten by society.

Everyone on the boat: "..."

His painting style is different from others.

Although everyone cannot see the content of the illusion, these people must be feeling uncomfortable, as if they were eggplants hit by frost.

Elder Chu looked away in dismay.

I really wanted to tell him through the video that no matter how disappointed he looked, the cruel and ruthless person he was thinking of couldn't see it.