The full-level master just wants to be a waste

Fu Xia snapped her fingers thinking about the time when she was still tired of spring.

Not boasting really.

The child in the dream said that he could only cry except to bully her--no, in fact, he was tired of spring and could do nothing.

Will not take the initiative to bully others, and will not cry.

The most she can do is pretend to cry, but there are not many people or things that can make her pretend to cry.

She is just an ordinary young genius who cultivates immortality, and knows nothing but immortality.

Every year, it is said that the aura of the human world is drying up day by day, and it is becoming more and more difficult to cultivate immortals, and few people can ascend to the ascension.

It's not just this generation that started.

That's what people said when Yanchun started practicing Taoism at the age of three, but so what?It doesn't delay her 12-year-old Jianji, 17-year-old Jindan, 26-year-old Yuanying-what is this concept?

Let's just put it this way, the script says that Xu Zhaohan's talent is the best, but he's only good at building a foundation.

As for Ning Rong, he is the great disciple of Nian Hanzong, even if he is not as good as Xu Zhaohan, he is already a leader among his peers, and everyone will praise him if he is pulled out.

Now 26 years old, with a nine-story foundation, there is still one step away from Jindan.

Yanchun has no sect, she stayed alone in the mountains, there was no chance, she just found a book in the mountains, and started to practice by herself.

She knew that she was powerful, and after she came down from the mountain, all the sects wooed her, coaxing her one by one, trying to pull her back into her own sect, and later ascended to gain fame for her own sect.

I have just passed the crown, and I have been living in the mountains before.At that time, Yanchun didn't know the ways of the world at all, and rejected people who didn't like it directly, without showing any sympathy.

Then in the fifth year after leaving the mountain, he was beaten.

In fact, none of her peers could beat her at that time.

In the past five years, many people wanted to win her over, so they all supported her. Later, they found that she didn't intend to join any sect, so they began to want to step her down.

What kind of sect is it an elder—more than 190 years old, in the Nascent Soul stage.

The grandson who was beaten up by Yanchun for his own incompetence made him even more jealous.I don't want the face of the elders at all, and I will kill the dislike of spring.

At that time, Jindan, who was tired of spring, leapfrogged to kill the elder, and threw the elder's body directly on the elder's son in front of many disciples of that sect.

In front of so many people, her expression was indifferent and proud, as if she still had strength, and she knew how to let go of her cruel words: "I am still alive today, you can't kill me. In the future, I will go higher, and you will just lie down like ants Under my feet, watch me, never catch me."

After finishing speaking, he kept his dignity and slipped away before the one who could really fight could catch up.

When he was far away and no one was around, he couldn't hold back his breath, and fell into the small ditch in embarrassment, vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood.

The broken blood vessels were spit out together, and the water in the small ditch turned pink.

The fish in the ditch were afraid of people, but they didn't know if they smelled blood, so they swam over in groups with their tails and ate the minced meat that Fuxia spit out in the water.

Fu Xia was disgusted.

But at that time, I didn't even have the strength to drive these fish away. I struggled to go to the shore, and lay down on the stand under a scorching sun.

It is said that people are tired of spring and soar at a hundred years old, but in fact, it didn't take that long.

She was a 27-year-old Nascent Soul, and when she was in her 60s, she forcibly resisted 99 sky thunders and ascended to the ascension.

After the ascension, no one could really beat her, and Tiandao couldn't do anything about it, and instead asked her to do something.

But that's another story.

No matter how you think about it, it was hundreds of years ago.

Fu Xia really can't remember what happened that day, but only vaguely remembers that his eyes hurt from being dazzled.

It still hurts even when I close my eyes, Danfeng's thin eyelids can't cover the scorching sun at all.

Yanchun struggled to raise her hand to cover her eyes.Couldn't lift it up.

There was a person beside him.

The voice was thin, with a nasal sound for some reason, and he was muttering without knowing what he was talking about.

The five senses of being tired of spring are always the best, but that day really hurt too much.She couldn't hear anything, except for the humming in her ears, it was her own breathing, and the heavy sound seemed like an old horse that was about to die was struggling to pull the cart in the snow.

Yanchun just listened to that voice muttering and talking.

Although he couldn't hear clearly, the child squatted beside him, blocking the sun.

So Yanchun was not bored, but closed his eyes, and fell asleep just listening to the sound.

Fu Xia thought of this, and matched the child in his dream with the mumbling child.

But still vague and unreal.

Fu Xia looked at the motionless yarn beside her bed, and found a reason for herself.

Who remembers what happened hundreds of years ago?It's good to think of so much now.

Fu Xia sighed softly, already thinking about what will happen next.

It must be the child taking care of himself, and he is shameless and bullying others every day.

Thinking of the past, Fu Xia couldn't help sighing again when he thought of the years when he was young and frivolous.

A voice came from my ear, low and hoarse: "What's wrong with you? Why are you lying down again?"

I was still stuck in the memory just now, but now I am a little dazed after hearing such a sound.

Fu Xia looked over and saw that he was his little backer.

Ning Rong looked at her junior sister.I just walked for a short while, and I don't know what's wrong with her. Now the whole person is drooping, like a bird without feathers, and it can't be lively.

She couldn't help asking again: "What's wrong?"

Fu Xia sighed a little: "Senior sister, you can practice quickly, I don't want to work hard for a day."

I don't know why Junior Sister said this suddenly, but Ning Rong still responded with a good temper: "Okay."

Fu Xia was a little sad when he thought of the past that was too long ago, and now he was not happy when he heard Ning Rong's answer, but just sighed again.

As he gets older, he has obviously reached the age to take care of himself.I don't want to work hard at all.

Just want to lie down now.

Waiting for the little backer to give himself a soft meal.

——If I had such a small backer back then, why would I be beaten to the point of vomiting blood by that shameless old man?

Hmph, really, the more I think about it, the angrier I get!

The author says:

Today's bullishness coaxes the Fuxia brand little waste.

With only a bowl of soft rice, you can cheat home and raise it!

Fu Xia: I was beaten and vomited blood, it was too miserable.

Author (beeping in a low voice): But you beat people to death...