I live forever in the world of cultivation.

You are the most important thing.

In most cases, just mind your own business.

It is not impossible to help people who are very close to you without affecting yourself.

But if it is dangerous to oneself and still wants to be a Virgin, such monks generally will not live long.

"The fate is like this. If you and I weren't careful this time, I might have died in this disaster." Listening to Wei Fan's sigh, the expression on He Song's face also showed a hint of solemnity.

If he wasn't cautious and Wei Fan was willing to lend a helping hand.

I'm afraid that the only option left for me is to leave the Immortal Workshop and become a casual cultivator in the mortal world.

If you don't leave.

The fate of those casual cultivators outside Immortal Square was He Song's fate.

After this difficulty, He Song began to wake up in his heart.

From now on, I still have to be more cautious.

But you must not be careless. Once you are careless, in this cruel world of immortality, you may die.

"Brother Wei, after today, I will return to the outskirts of Xianfang again. During this period, it was only with Brother Wei's help that I could escape. This kindness and kindness will not be forgotten by He Song."

Arriving all the way to the outskirts of Xianfang, He Song saw from a distance that his original house had not been damaged, so he quickly thanked Wei Fan.

Although he already had a way out in his heart, Chengqing was Chengqing, and He Song kept Wei Fan's kindness firmly in his heart.

He Song had already brought all the salutes and other things with him when he left Wei Fan's courtyard.

Master Chengshan has returned and the crisis in Xianfang has been resolved. Naturally, He Song will no longer live in Wei Fan's small courtyard.

inconvenient.

And it made He Song feel like he was under someone else's roof.

This feeling made He Song a little uncomfortable.

Although Wei Fan is his good friend, they get along very well when they live together.

But when the crisis in Xianfang was resolved, He Song still couldn't wait to return to his residence.

Not for anything else, just because I feel more comfortable.

"There is no need for you and me to have any contact with each other. You can live here first. I will transfer the right to live in this house to your name on the first day of the next month. Then I will start calculating the rent."

Wei Fan shook his head and did not try to persuade He Song to stay.

But he used his power to save a few spiritual stones.

As a monk in the late stage of Qi training, he is the deacon of Lingjian Pavilion.

Wei Fan's words in Lingjian Pavilion still carry some weight. He Song can be exempted from nearly a month's rent with a casual word.

However, due to the catastrophe suffered by Xianfang this time, most of the houses built in Lingjian Pavilion were damaged, and reconstruction will take some time.

That's why he can say this.

Normally, even if he was the deacon of Lingjian Pavilion, he would not have such power.

This is a small clue why he let go.

After sending He Song home, Wei Fan left with an excuse.

As the deacon of Lingjian Pavilion, most of the rental houses outside Xianfang were damaged, so he would be busy for a long time.

In other words, he made this trip just to deliver He Song home safely.

If not, I'm afraid he would have appeared in Lingjian Pavilion when Master Chengshan just returned to Xianfang.

back home.

He Song opened the door to his room.

After entering the house, I discovered that the originally tidy room had become extremely messy.

He Song tidied up the house before leaving, but it was now in disrepair.

Thinking about it, I'm afraid some evil cultivators or other people may have "patronized" here.

These messy things were probably caused by someone flipping them over.

But He Song took away all his belongings before leaving, leaving only some worthless things.

So there is no loss.

However, although there was no loss, the mess in front of him also made He Song frown.

resignedly.

He could only start sorting it out.

As a monk, his physical strength must be much stronger than that of ordinary people.

In addition, the spiritual power in his body can also be used for cleaning, so He Song quickly made the house tidy again.

Soon, the originally messy house became extremely tidy.

He Song also sat at the desk where he had been sitting for more than five years.

Made myself a pot of tea.

The experiences of this time began to flash through his mind.

Three months ago, out of caution, He Song went to live at Wei Fan's home.

Three months passed in a flash.

It was only today that He Song moved out of Wei Fan's home and returned to his own home.

He Song didn't feel anything wrong with what happened in the past three months.

But remembering the scene of Master Chengshan killing everyone outside Fangshi earlier today, various scenes flashed through He Song's mind, but the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong.

Chengshan Zhenren.

Once you hear the Dharma call, you will probably know that the magical weapon he is good at seems to be the Qingshan Seal.

However, when I saw it today, it seemed that the huge Qingshan Seal in Master Chengshan's hand did not exert its power.

Instead, Master Chengshan finally used a thin golden thread that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and wiped out all those evil cultivators.

In comparison.

He Song is more willing to believe that the huge green mountain seal seems to be a cover.

Specifically designed to attract other people's attention.

Even, he does not hesitate to use his own name as a cover.

Unfamiliar people will pay special attention to the Qingshan Seal in his hand as soon as they hear the Dharma chant.

However, the thin golden thread in Master Chengshan’s hand is Master Chengshan’s specialty.

From the beginning, both He Song, other monks, and even those evil cultivators focused their attention on Qingshan Yin.

It wasn't until the golden thread showed off its power later that everyone looked confused and marveled at Chengshan Zhenren's powerful strength.

However, except for He Song who was slightly aware.

Everyone else probably doesn't know what it is that kills those evil cultivators.

No one noticed the golden thin thread-like magic weapon at all.

"Use the magic name and the magic weapon related to the magic name as a cover, and find another magic weapon that no one pays attention to as a trump card to catch them by surprise and attack them unprepared..."

He Song thought for a moment, and soon he suddenly understood what Master Chengshan had done.

That is to say, He Song noticed the thin golden line that was invisible to the naked eye and was able to deduce so much information.

If He Song didn't notice the thin golden line.

I'm afraid he wants to break his head, but he can't figure out how Master Chengshan killed those evil cultivators.

"Sure enough, you can't underestimate the people of the world. Foundation-building monks can take every step to trap others, let alone higher-level monks." He Song, who wanted to understand everything, was wary of the monks in this world. peak.

In this cruel world of immortality, hiding trump cards and spreading mist seems to be what every monk will do.

This can not only improve your own survival rate.

It also allows you to have more means.

It can even make it easier for you to kill enemies.

Pictures of what he had experienced during this period continued to flash through his mind, and He Song's expression quickly calmed down.