Chapter 665: 665
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When their relatives died, they didn't guard their side. Wu Yi is not a word of filial piety. The heart knot here is linked. If it is not lifted, I'm afraid there will be no intention of cultivation. The cultivation will be stuck for a long time.
There was something in his mind. Wu Yi galloped at a high speed without worrying about mana consumption. In this way, it was just two days' Kung Fu. Wu Yi crossed thousands of rivers and mountains and came to the place where he was born.
When Wu Yi was born, his grandfather was already the prime minister and Yuan Fu of the great Xuan state, which was highly valued by the former Emperor. It was precisely because he had deep enough political resources that Wu Yi's grandfather dared to fight with the xuanyang gate of the state religion behind the great Xuan state and wanted to restore the power of the king.
It's a pity that this world is the world of Taoism. The border has a stroke, the rain is smooth, the grain is bumper, the evil spirits are scattered, and the country is peaceful. The people are grateful not to the emperor and a cadre of officials, but to the Taoism and many Taoism disciples.
In the struggle between immortality and humanity, humanity is in a weak position. Without extraordinary strength, we can't move mountains and seas, chase stars and catch the moon.
What humanity can rely on is the wishes of all the people. In the vast world, all the wishes of all the people are not obtained by the humanitarian Dynasty. How can humanity win the fairyland.
Wu Yi's grandfather tried to entrust the natural disaster to the national master, but he was finally bitten by the national master. Wu Yi went home and went to a foreign country. At the beginning, he was very sad.
As a matter of fact, this natural disaster is actually the disaster brought by beads entering the vast world, which has led to a drought in a county for many years.
According to the news Wu Yi received later, because of this difficulty, his grandfather also went to the official for his crime and wandered around the border. However, it was later heard that because the national teacher of the great Xuan state returned to the xuanyang gate, the new emperor pardoned his grandfather's crime and allowed him to return to the capital.
It is impossible to restore the official position. My grandfather opened a college to teach disciples, full of legalism, and train talents for the royal family.
With the popularity and secret support of the royal family, my grandfather lived a fairly good life in his later years. At the end, thousands of disciples were buried, which was considered a beautiful death.
I just don't know if my grandfather remembered Wu Yi, an unfilial descendant, at the last moment of his life.
After his grandfather died, his father served as the head of the academy and continued his mission.
That's all Wu Yi knows. He either knows nothing or doesn't see his family again.
Once you enter the road, the door is as deep as the sea, and you will never be home on earth. I didn't want to live like this. In the end, I turned into a look I hated.
Some people say that the process of growing up is to constantly become a look you hate. It's better to say that the world in your eyes is no longer black and white, but gray. Still moved by white, but more understanding and tolerance of black.
When he came to the capital of Daxuan state, Wu Yi's mana converged, his clothes were clean, walked on the street, measured the world with his feet and felt the world with his heart.
It is at dawn that youyou creatures begin a day's life. Cooking smoke curls. Most people in the world work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and life goes back and forth.
The children chased and laughed. They ran past Wu Yi, worried that their children would be robbed by others. The sound of their parents frightening came from the rear. The sound of peddlers in the market had begun. The hotel was bustling, and the officials began the morning of the day
A new day has begun.
It's been a long time since Wu Yi came into such close contact with the world. At this moment, Wu Yi is a mortal and no longer travels around the world as a monk.
Like a wanderer returning home, he returns to his hometown step by step. No one knows what they are talking about. Only when they extract the language from the depths of their memory can they understand what they are talking about? Familiar and strange.
Closer to the hometown, Wu Yisheng was afraid of being late on his way, but now, Wu Yi's feet are as hard and heavy as cement, and can't move at all.
Turning a street, there are high-ranking families on both sides, and there are groups of slaves at the door. Non rich and expensive people come in and out of here. There are a lot of fewer pedestrians on the street. The road is paved with bricks and stones, and even a broken leaf can not be found. The rich and dignified cars and horses roar past at a fast speed, regardless of the feelings of passers-by. In the carriage, I can vaguely hear women laughing.
Wu Yi walked slowly down the street, right in the middle. The guard and servant at the door saw it and looked at Wu Yi with disdain.
I don't know how to live or die. I dare to walk in the right road and trample on horses and carriages. If I report to the government Yin, I'll pay a few yuan at most. If the rich and noble families don't want to go out, I'll sue you for disturbing the car, but I can't afford to go.
Different markets have different status between the rich and the poor. Wu Yi is very indifferent. The division of equal rank in the cultivation world is not an extension of the world.
In the practice world, you grovel to the upper and dictate to the lower, enjoy the benefits brought by the level, and bear the disadvantages brought by the level. You are the defender of the level. What qualifications do you have to ridicule these people?
There was a carriage coming from the front and back. When I saw Wu Yi's simple Taoist robe, there were no gold lines, purple lines, and even a decent hairpin. It was estimated that he was just a very simple Taoist in the capital.
The imperial master of the carriage didn't mean to slow down. It was too late to stop at the moment. He just bumped over. No matter where Wu Yi hid, it seemed like a dead end. Standing where he was was was definitely not a complete strategy.
Many people hold their shoulders and smile, waiting to see a good play, waiting to see the blood splash, and then lead them to talk, give play to their remaining effects, and eat human blood steamed bread.
"Be careful!" a young voice came. Wu Yi turned his head and looked. A naive and pure little girl with double horned braids happened to go out. Seeing this scene, he looked at Wu Yi nervously and warned.
After driving the carriage, Wu Yi was safe and sound. The two carriages missed Wu Yi very "together". A group of people eating human blood steamed bread sighed with regret.
"Big brother, don't walk in the middle of the street. You'll be hit by a car." the little girl pulled Wu Yi aside and clenched her fist, seriously reminding Wu Yi.
Wu Yi looks at the decoration of the girl's clothes and the vegetable basket in his hand. It should be the daughter of the maid in the big door. This time, he goes out to buy vegetables.
Children always have more childlike hearts.
"You saved the big brother's life, and the big brother will help you. When you need it, he will appear." Wu Yi puts his palm on the girl's spirit and turns a protective Gang Qi. As long as an outsider tries to plot against him, it is the immortal Jindan who can also stop him.
How much pressure others put on her, the vigorous Qi will bounce back.
The little girl's mind is a little dizzy. She is too young to bear this Qi for the first time.
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When their relatives died, they didn't guard their side. Wu Yi is not a word of filial piety. The heart knot here is linked. If it is not lifted, I'm afraid there will be no intention of cultivation. The cultivation will be stuck for a long time.
There was something in his mind. Wu Yi galloped at a high speed without worrying about mana consumption. In this way, it was just two days' Kung Fu. Wu Yi crossed thousands of rivers and mountains and came to the place where he was born.
When Wu Yi was born, his grandfather was already the prime minister and Yuan Fu of the great Xuan state, which was highly valued by the former Emperor. It was precisely because he had deep enough political resources that Wu Yi's grandfather dared to fight with the xuanyang gate of the state religion behind the great Xuan state and wanted to restore the power of the king.
It's a pity that this world is the world of Taoism. The border has a stroke, the rain is smooth, the grain is bumper, the evil spirits are scattered, and the country is peaceful. The people are grateful not to the emperor and a cadre of officials, but to the Taoism and many Taoism disciples.
In the struggle between immortality and humanity, humanity is in a weak position. Without extraordinary strength, we can't move mountains and seas, chase stars and catch the moon.
What humanity can rely on is the wishes of all the people. In the vast world, all the wishes of all the people are not obtained by the humanitarian Dynasty. How can humanity win the fairyland.
Wu Yi's grandfather tried to entrust the natural disaster to the national master, but he was finally bitten by the national master. Wu Yi went home and went to a foreign country. At the beginning, he was very sad.
As a matter of fact, this natural disaster is actually the disaster brought by beads entering the vast world, which has led to a drought in a county for many years.
According to the news Wu Yi received later, because of this difficulty, his grandfather also went to the official for his crime and wandered around the border. However, it was later heard that because the national teacher of the great Xuan state returned to the xuanyang gate, the new emperor pardoned his grandfather's crime and allowed him to return to the capital.
It is impossible to restore the official position. My grandfather opened a college to teach disciples, full of legalism, and train talents for the royal family.
With the popularity and secret support of the royal family, my grandfather lived a fairly good life in his later years. At the end, thousands of disciples were buried, which was considered a beautiful death.
I just don't know if my grandfather remembered Wu Yi, an unfilial descendant, at the last moment of his life.
After his grandfather died, his father served as the head of the academy and continued his mission.
That's all Wu Yi knows. He either knows nothing or doesn't see his family again.
Once you enter the road, the door is as deep as the sea, and you will never be home on earth. I didn't want to live like this. In the end, I turned into a look I hated.
Some people say that the process of growing up is to constantly become a look you hate. It's better to say that the world in your eyes is no longer black and white, but gray. Still moved by white, but more understanding and tolerance of black.
When he came to the capital of Daxuan state, Wu Yi's mana converged, his clothes were clean, walked on the street, measured the world with his feet and felt the world with his heart.
It is at dawn that youyou creatures begin a day's life. Cooking smoke curls. Most people in the world work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and life goes back and forth.
The children chased and laughed. They ran past Wu Yi, worried that their children would be robbed by others. The sound of their parents frightening came from the rear. The sound of peddlers in the market had begun. The hotel was bustling, and the officials began the morning of the day
A new day has begun.
It's been a long time since Wu Yi came into such close contact with the world. At this moment, Wu Yi is a mortal and no longer travels around the world as a monk.
Like a wanderer returning home, he returns to his hometown step by step. No one knows what they are talking about. Only when they extract the language from the depths of their memory can they understand what they are talking about? Familiar and strange.
Closer to the hometown, Wu Yisheng was afraid of being late on his way, but now, Wu Yi's feet are as hard and heavy as cement, and can't move at all.
Turning a street, there are high-ranking families on both sides, and there are groups of slaves at the door. Non rich and expensive people come in and out of here. There are a lot of fewer pedestrians on the street. The road is paved with bricks and stones, and even a broken leaf can not be found. The rich and dignified cars and horses roar past at a fast speed, regardless of the feelings of passers-by. In the carriage, I can vaguely hear women laughing.
Wu Yi walked slowly down the street, right in the middle. The guard and servant at the door saw it and looked at Wu Yi with disdain.
I don't know how to live or die. I dare to walk in the right road and trample on horses and carriages. If I report to the government Yin, I'll pay a few yuan at most. If the rich and noble families don't want to go out, I'll sue you for disturbing the car, but I can't afford to go.
Different markets have different status between the rich and the poor. Wu Yi is very indifferent. The division of equal rank in the cultivation world is not an extension of the world.
In the practice world, you grovel to the upper and dictate to the lower, enjoy the benefits brought by the level, and bear the disadvantages brought by the level. You are the defender of the level. What qualifications do you have to ridicule these people?
There was a carriage coming from the front and back. When I saw Wu Yi's simple Taoist robe, there were no gold lines, purple lines, and even a decent hairpin. It was estimated that he was just a very simple Taoist in the capital.
The imperial master of the carriage didn't mean to slow down. It was too late to stop at the moment. He just bumped over. No matter where Wu Yi hid, it seemed like a dead end. Standing where he was was was definitely not a complete strategy.
Many people hold their shoulders and smile, waiting to see a good play, waiting to see the blood splash, and then lead them to talk, give play to their remaining effects, and eat human blood steamed bread.
"Be careful!" a young voice came. Wu Yi turned his head and looked. A naive and pure little girl with double horned braids happened to go out. Seeing this scene, he looked at Wu Yi nervously and warned.
After driving the carriage, Wu Yi was safe and sound. The two carriages missed Wu Yi very "together". A group of people eating human blood steamed bread sighed with regret.
"Big brother, don't walk in the middle of the street. You'll be hit by a car." the little girl pulled Wu Yi aside and clenched her fist, seriously reminding Wu Yi.
Wu Yi looks at the decoration of the girl's clothes and the vegetable basket in his hand. It should be the daughter of the maid in the big door. This time, he goes out to buy vegetables.
Children always have more childlike hearts.
"You saved the big brother's life, and the big brother will help you. When you need it, he will appear." Wu Yi puts his palm on the girl's spirit and turns a protective Gang Qi. As long as an outsider tries to plot against him, it is the immortal Jindan who can also stop him.
How much pressure others put on her, the vigorous Qi will bounce back.
The little girl's mind is a little dizzy. She is too young to bear this Qi for the first time.
When their relatives died, they didn't guard their side. Wu Yi is not a word of filial piety. The heart knot here is linked. If it is not lifted, I'm afraid there will be no intention of cultivation. The cultivation will be stuck for a long time.There was something in his mind. Wu Yi galloped at a high speed without worrying about mana consumption. In this way, it was just two days' Kung Fu. Wu Yi crossed thousands of rivers and mountains and came to the place where he was born.When Wu Yi was born, his grandfather was already the prime minister and Yuan Fu of the great Xuan state, which was highly valued by the former Emperor. It was precisely because he had deep enough political resources that Wu Yi's grandfather dared to fight with the xuanyang gate of the state religion behind the great Xuan state and wanted to restore the power of the king.It's a pity that this world is the world of Taoism. The border has a stroke, the rain is smooth, the grain is bumper, the evil spirits are scattered, and the country is peaceful. The people are grateful not to the emperor and a cadre of officials, but to the Taoism and many Taoism disciples.In the struggle between immortality and humanity, humanity is in a weak position. Without extraordinary strength, we can't move mountains and seas, chase stars and catch the moon.What humanity can rely on is the wishes of all the people. In the vast world, all the wishes of all the people are not obtained by the humanitarian Dynasty. How can humanity win the fairyland.Wu Yi's grandfather tried to entrust the natural disaster to the national master, but he was finally bitten by the national master. Wu Yi went home and went to a foreign country. At the beginning, he was very sad.As a matter of fact, this natural disaster is actually the disaster brought by beads entering the vast world, which has led to a drought in a county for many years.According to the news Wu Yi received later, because of this difficulty, his grandfather also went to the official for his crime and wandered around the border. However, it was later heard that because the national teacher of the great Xuan state returned to the xuanyang gate, the new emperor pardoned his grandfather's crime and allowed him to return to the capital.It is impossible to restore the official position. My grandfather opened a college to teach disciples, full of legalism, and train talents for the royal family.With the popularity and secret support of the royal family, my grandfather lived a fairly good life in his later years. At the end, thousands of disciples were buried, which was considered a beautiful death.I just don't know if my grandfather remembered Wu Yi, an unfilial descendant, at the last moment of his life.After his grandfather died, his father served as the head of the academy and continued his mission.That's all Wu Yi knows. He either knows nothing or doesn't see his family again.Once you enter the road, the door is as deep as the sea, and you will never be home on earth. I didn't want to live like this. In the end, I turned into a look I hated.Some people say that the process of growing up is to constantly become a look you hate. It's better to say that the world in your eyes is no longer black and white, but gray. Still moved by white, but more understanding and tolerance of black.When he came to the capital of Daxuan state, Wu Yi's mana converged, his clothes were clean, walked on the street, measured the world with his feet and felt the world with his heart.It is at dawn that youyou creatures begin a day's life. Cooking smoke curls. Most people in the world work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and life goes back and forth.The children chased and laughed. They ran past Wu Yi, worried that their children would be robbed by others. The sound of their parents frightening came from the rear. The sound of peddlers in the market had begun. The hotel was bustling, and the officials began the morning of the dayA new day has begun.It's been a long time since Wu Yi came into such close contact with the world. At this moment, Wu Yi is a mortal and no longer travels around the world as a monk.Like a wanderer returning home, he returns to his hometown step by step. No one knows what they are talking about. Only when they extract the language from the depths of their memory can they understand what they are talking about? Familiar and strange.Closer to the hometown, Wu Yisheng was afraid of being late on his way, but now, Wu Yi's feet are as hard and heavy as cement, and can't move at all.Turning a street, there are high-ranking families on both sides, and there are groups of slaves at the door. Non rich and expensive people come in and out of here. There are a lot of fewer pedestrians on the street. The road is paved with bricks and stones, and even a broken leaf can not be found. The rich and dignified cars and horses roar past at a fast speed, regardless of the feelings of passers-by. In the carriage, I can vaguely hear women laughing.Wu Yi walked slowly down the street, right in the middle. The guard and servant at the door saw it and looked at Wu Yi with disdain.I don't know how to live or die. I dare to walk in the right road and trample on horses and carriages. If I report to the government Yin, I'll pay a few yuan at most. If the rich and noble families don't want to go out, I'll sue you for disturbing the car, but I can't afford to go.Different markets have different status between the rich and the poor. Wu Yi is very indifferent. The division of equal rank in the cultivation world is not an extension of the world.In the practice world, you grovel to the upper and dictate to the lower, enjoy the benefits brought by the level, and bear the disadvantages brought by the level. You are the defender of the level. What qualifications do you have to ridicule these people?There was a carriage coming from the front and back. When I saw Wu Yi's simple Taoist robe, there were no gold lines, purple lines, and even a decent hairpin. It was estimated that he was just a very simple Taoist in the capital.The imperial master of the carriage didn't mean to slow down. It was too late to stop at the moment. He just bumped over. No matter where Wu Yi hid, it seemed like a dead end. Standing where he was was was definitely not a complete strategy.Many people hold their shoulders and smile, waiting to see a good play, waiting to see the blood splash, and then lead them to talk, give play to their remaining effects, and eat human blood steamed bread."Be careful!" a young voice came. Wu Yi turned his head and looked. A naive and pure little girl with double horned braids happened to go out. Seeing this scene, he looked at Wu Yi nervously and warned.After driving the carriage, Wu Yi was safe and sound. The two carriages missed Wu Yi very "together". A group of people eating human blood steamed bread sighed with regret."Big brother, don't walk in the middle of the street. You'll be hit by a car." the little girl pulled Wu Yi aside and clenched her fist, seriously reminding Wu Yi.Wu Yi looks at the decoration of the girl's clothes and the vegetable basket in his hand. It should be the daughter of the maid in the big door. This time, he goes out to buy vegetables.Children always have more childlike hearts."You saved the big brother's life, and the big brother will help you. When you need it, he will appear." Wu Yi puts his palm on the girl's spirit and turns a protective Gang Qi. As long as an outsider tries to plot against him, it is the immortal Jindan who can also stop him.How much pressure others put on her, the vigorous Qi will bounce back.The little girl's mind is a little dizzy. She is too young to bear this Qi for the first time.
