Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin-Chapter 164 - System vs. System (XIV)

At midday, the sun was shining brightly, and a bone-chilling chill and darkness engulfed Chi Xiaochi and the others.

Chi Xiaochi should not have been surprised, but the developments were slightly more than Chi Xiaochi expected.

The reason why so many cultivators fall here is because the Mountain Ghost has the advantage of location and has set up some formations in Tokyu Mountain that are difficult for ordinary cultivators to break, so that they can win many times.

But it wasn’t until the chill came over him that Chi Xiaochi realised that the power of this mountain ghost was too pure and too strong.

If he did not have the thousand-year-old sword intent in his body, and if he only fought for his cultivation, he would not be a match for this mountain ghost.

Since the purpose of the trip was to find out the intentions of the mountain ghosts and to rescue the fellow disciples and the innocent people trapped here, Chi Xiaochi gave up his resistance and closed his eyes, letting his consciousness be swept away by the cold.

However, before the cold air could enter his body, his body was covered by a warm white aura.

A broad robe with body heat gently closed behind him in the rapidly dropping temperature, enveloping him properly in its embrace, but carefully restrained from touching his skin.

A layer of frost quickly formed on the outside of the robe, while the inside of the robe, which was a little warmer than Chi Xiaochi’s own body temperature, seemed extra warm.

Chi Xiaochi noticed something was wrong and was about to open his eyes when a long sleeve swung in the air and blocked his view.

Chi Xiaochi’s view is obscured, but the darkness is particularly reassuring.

He paused and called tentatively, “…… Master?”

Wen Yujing’s voice came through succinctly but firmly, “Yes.”

When the light came back, they were in a small sinkhole, over 100 feet deep.

Wen Yujing and Chi Xiaochi were unharmed, while Ye Jiming secretly used his inner elixir to protect himself from the cold, so he only got some frost on his eyebrows and eyes, but he didn’t actually freeze.

Only when the temperature around him returned to normal did Wen Yujing take a step back, flinging one sleeve and clutching his sword with the other, looking around.

Judging by the exposed rock and soil, they are still in Tokyu Mountain, but have been moved here by a shifting method.

When the cold darkness fell, Ye Jiming had wanted to protect Duan Shujue, but Wen Yujing had beaten him to it, and he was already angry.

If it were Ye Jiming in the past, when he saw his little fish being taken advantage of, he would have had to say a few sour words to get out of it, even if he wouldn’t have grabbed Wen Yujing right away.

Ye Jiming, who had died once before, merely rustled the tail of the snake around Duan Shujue’s ankle back into his trousers, reached out to catch a drop of cold water that had fallen from the edge of the cliff and was about to burrow into the back of Duan Shujue’s collar, and turned away as if nothing had happened, making no sound but a mental note.

And Yan Jinhua, having slowed down, finally took advantage of his prophetic edge and waved his hand with certainty in the darkness of his two eyes, “Everyone, stay calm and don’t make any sudden moves. There is a Taiji formation here.”

This time they went off the original plot and were captured by the Mountain Ghost and thrown into the sinkhole.

Chi Xiaochi tried to transfer his spiritual energy and found that it was not locked away. His sword in stone, Wen Yujing’s umbrella and Yan Jinhua’s sword were not taken away.

According to Yan Jinhua’s information, about three feet above the men’s heads, the mountain ghosts had laid a three-directional taiji formation.

The so-called Tai Chi Formation is all about borrowing power and has the effect of transforming a thousand strengths with one force. In the formation, pure spiritual energy is cut into filigree streams that run endlessly in an eight-trigram formation.

This formation is harmless to normal people, and even if you touch it, you will not be hurt; as for monks, as long as you do not use your spiritual power, you will not have any major problems. If you are in this formation, if you strike a palm against the air, you will easily end up in an awkward situation where the palm force is turned into a rotation by the formation and eventually hit you on the back of the head.

This Eight Trigrams Formation was set up to stop the monk from escaping the Heavenly Pit with his sword.

As for ordinary people ……

There may be ordinary people in the world who can climb a hundred-foot cliff with their bare hands, but they are not common.

The information Yan Jinhua provided was valuable, but since two of the people present, excluding Yan Jinhua, had read the original, and the other one knew that Yan Jinhua had read the original, after he had made a deep pretence, except for Ye Jiming, who maintained his weak scholarly persona and pressed himself to Duan Shujue’s side, asking for advice on what the Taiji Formation, the other two were all calm.

Once the situation was generally clear, Ye Jiming wondered, “You guys know a lot.”

”We are monks, so naturally we have some knowledge of the five elements of Feng Shui.” Chi Xiaochi moves in like the wind, quickly adjusting his role as the plot demands. After singling out the three and briefly informing Ye Jiming of the purpose of their visit, he points to Yan Jinhua and says, “This is my senior brother Yan Jinhua, who is most knowledgeable in the art of the five elements.”

Ye Jiming nodded once and turned to him, his eyes full of admiration, “So you are an immortal, my respects, I bow to you.”

Yan Jinhua was so taken with the hype that he thought Duan Shujue was working with Ye Jiming to lift himself up and make him look good in front of Wen Yujing.

It’s not bad to think of a moment of pleasure to be blown away by a protagonist a first supporting character in front of this travellers’ own mouth.

But Ye Jiming turned his words around and asked sincerely, “But this is really strange, the mountain ghosts have caught us, but they don’t kill or hurt us, they just imprison us.

Yan Jinhua froze.

…… day your mother hi, it’s not in the book.

The Sailor Fairy King was spammed when it was serialized here, the author cut the outline and many of the dark threads laid out were just thrown in there before they could be recycled.

The reason for the Mountain Ghost’s capture is reduced to a desire to cultivate the Dan essence; the reason for the Mountain Ghost’s friendship with Duan Shujue becomes a respect for Duan Shujue’s noble character and absolute force, and even the violent demolition of the formation is replaced with a more enjoyable look and feel. The meeting between the two arch-enemies in prison is slightly child’s play, but the sword fight that follows is a good one, even if it directly overpowers the presence of the Mountain Ghost.

It’s a bit sloppy, but it must be said that “The Shark Immortal” did manage to regain some readers and subscriptions with this reckless operation.

Everyone has said that it is not interesting to play with your heart, it is only a real man to do it directly without BB.

Yan Jinhua is of the same opinion.

But as a reader, he can tell the author what to do; as a person in the story, he loses his God’s perspective, which allows him to point out and inspire Wen, and all the plot developments must follow logic.

When confronted by Ye Jiming, he stammered for a long time and said, “I guess I want to raise them and eat them slowly. …… It’s the same as raising sheep in captivity.”

Ye Jiming cocked his head and continued to question, “But why didn’t she even take your swords from the feast fairy?”

…… is more than a sword, not even the spiritual power is sealed off.

Who leaves a spade that can dig a tunnel to escape when they pen their sheep?

Yan Jinhua got a bit rattled: “…… Maybe I forgot to take it away?”

Ye Jiming let out an ahh and said meaningfully, “Then she’s really careless.”

Yan Jinhua bites the dust.

He realised that Ye Jiming, with his narrow-mindedness, was just teasing him, but why did he have to make things difficult for Wen Yujing?

He was even a little annoyed with the author of “The Immortal Sailor King”, who was far away from the sky, why he did not fill in the logic of this story, turning it upside down and making himself so confused now.

Yan Jinhua just hopes that Ye Jiming will know better and stop asking questions and just leave it at that.

It is clear that Ye Jiming does not know what he is doing.

He threw out a very realistic question, “Immortal Feast, since you are proficient in formations, can you take us out?”

…… Yan Jinhua now knows what it’s like to pretend until the whole section collapses.

To recognize a formation at a glance but not be able to break it is as useless as to see at a glance what type of problem a maths problem is but not be able to hold a single word except for a dragon’s flight of solutions.

It was Chi Xiaochi who coughed lightly and came out to round up the situation, “Brother Ming, don’t make things difficult for Brother.”

Ye Jiming tilted his head and rolled his eyes where Yan Jinhua could not see him.

Yan Jinhua smiled sarcastically and found that no one was paying attention to him.

Now he is exactly the same treatment as the supporting characters in those books he has read, or the kind of passer-by who doesn’t know how to pretend to understand and is eventually taught to be a man by the protagonist, not even deserving of a name.

When Yan Jinhua was suffocated and was about to vomit blood, Chi Xiaochi turned to Wen Yujing and asked, “Master, can we get out?”

Wen Yujing Heads up.

In his eyes, the interlocking Taiji formations and the web of spiritual energy buried between them form a functional equation in a three-dimensional model.

He pondered for a moment and said, “It’s not difficult.”

At this, Yan Jinhua cursed: What are you pretending to be, just taking the script in advance and then fooling people with golden fingers?

But he was momentarily in arrears with his golden fingers, unable to use his protagonist’s aura to amaze and teach him to behave, and could only be forced to shut up and be secretly angry.

Chi Xiaochi couldn’t care less what Yan Jinhua was thinking.

He is in the same vein as Lou Sifan, whom he met in the third world, and both are extremely self-absorbed. While Lou Sifan likes to portray himself as a saint and enjoys being admired, Yan Jinhua is a man who wants to save face, is pretentious, has clear goals, is clever, but is also unpredictable, and is less capable and less diligent than Lou Sifan.

For such a person, a few direct and unmerciful stomps and he can launch an unusually rich brainstorm inside his head and piss himself half to death.

With little interest in the self-produced crap emotions within this man’s brain, he tilted his head to look at the glimmer of daylight filtering down from above the sinkhole, pondering.

061 Ask him, “Did you find anything?”

”No more, no less.” As he spoke, Chi Xiaochi pressed his finger to his lips, “Shhh.”

The rest of the group was silenced in unison.

They are all cultivated people and their hearing cannot be compared to that of mortals.

They all heard the sound of footsteps coming from above the sinkhole.

Within a short time, a human face appears at the edge of the sinkhole above.

The face disappeared in a mere flash at the edge of the pit, but everyone recognised it by sight as the woman who had been pouring tea and offering hospitality at the roadside and persuading them to come down the hill.

Ye Jiming, surprised: “Hello!”

But the tea-pourer just looked at them for a moment before stepping over the stones and walking away again.

Yan Jinhua, who is familiar with Journey to the West and has long been suspicious of the identity of the tea-pourer, immediately came to a firm conclusion: “It’s her! She is the Mountain Ghost!”

However, as soon as the words left her mouth, the clear and helpless voice of the tea-pouring girl came from above, “Didn’t I say I wouldn’t tell you to arrest anyone else?”

Yan Jinhua, who was hit in the face in seconds : “……”

There was a moment of silence above before a female voice weakly replied, “…… didn’t catch it.” 𝑓𝐫𝑒e𝒘𝚎𝘣𝚗𝘰𝘷𝐞𝑙.co𝑚

”It’s not called not catching someone when they’re locked up in a different place.” The tea-pouring woman said, “And there are new people locked up underneath, and I only poured them tea half an hour ago.”

The other female voice stopped talking.

The tea-pourer coaxed her, “They are going to catch their exams, let them go.”

The female voice she was talking to had a soft voice, but the logic sounded a little upside down, and one could hear that she was having some mental problems, mouthing, “Just, just tomorrow, stay one more day, and the time will come.”

”But you promised me you wouldn’t catch it again, didn’t you?”

The men in the pit were listening to what sounded like a primary school girl’s classroom conversation outside, trying to gather more information, when suddenly there was a collective blackout.

When they opened their eyes again, they were moved into another pit.

The talking is a little further away, but you can still make out a general sound.

The weak female voice sounded much more relaxed, “I’m not hiding anyone. Look again if you don’t believe me.”

The tea-pouring woman sighed, “…… you’ve changed people around again?”

The other side simply played it safe: “No.”

The tea-pouring woman said, “Then promise me you won’t arrest anyone today?”

The other person was determined to play it safe: “No means no. I’m going to eat. I said yesterday that I would have beans, have you prepared them?”

The duo walked away, leaving the men thrown in the pit to look at each other.

Yan Jinhua was the first to come around, “They’re gone, let’s get out of here.”

Wen Yujing said, “We can save her quietly, but if we make a big show of it, are you afraid we won’t attract the mountain ghosts? If she gets desperate and uses her magic, it’s not a big deal for us to scare the snakes and return empty-handed, but what if she hurts the prisoners?”

…… Yan Jinhua is afraid of not being able to fight.

If there is no fight, how can he benefit from it?

He deliberately provoked, “There are so many of us, are we afraid of a little mountain ghost like her?”

Wen Yujing narrowed his eyes slightly, and his normally calm demeanor subtly took on the arrogant air of a cat: “Oh? Why don’t we ask you to attack the mountain ghosts, while Shu Jie and I go to save the others?”

If there is anyone here who has no qualms about overpowering Yan Jinhua in terms of status and position, it is Wen Yujing.

Yan Jinhua was immediately dumbfounded, and with a reluctant arch of his hand, “Junior Uncle, my disciple was impulsive and ill-considered, please don’t blame me.”

Wen Yujing withdrew his gaze: “It’s good to know you’re wrong.”

Yan Jinhua admitted his mistake but was still unconvinced: “But are we letting this mountain ghost escape for nothing? If we let her go, we will be doing a lot of harm!”

Chi Xiaochi said, “The one who set up the formation was not a mountain ghost.”

Yan Jinhua almost choked on his saliva: “…… ah?”

Ye Jiming looks approvingly at Chi Xiaochi.

Wen Yujing gave Yan Jinhua a faint glance: “Can’t you see that there is no ghostly energy in the eight trigrams buried here?”

Only after this reminder did Yan Jinhua, who was so eager to kill his way out for a good time, realise that there was no disgusting aura in the Eight Trigrams Formation, but rather the purest of Daoist powers.

Now, even he didn’t know how this off-the-wall plot was going to go on: “…… How?”

Aren’t mountain ghosts ghosts?

What is wrong with the legend?

Or ……

While Yan Jinhua was brainstorming, Wen Yujing had already worked out a preliminary answer to the equation, using his spiritual energy to fine-tune the trajectory of the countless backwards flowing spiritual energy waves, trying to modify the trajectory of the entire function diagram to create a passage for one person to pass through.

Chi Xiaochi and Ye Jiming are seated side by side.

Ye Jiming, transmitting his voice into the secret, laughed, “Good for you, surnamed Chi. You haven’t embarrassed my little fish.”

Chi Xiaochi shrugs, not taking the trip as a great experience: “Just taking him out to see the world.”

A true Sailor Immortal is more compassionate because he has witnessed the world and has seen more, his eyes have been opened and his broken heart can heal more quickly.

And Yan Jinhua has not been idle either.

His system recorded the entire process of Wen Yujing breaking the formation for the record, ready to be reported.

Who would have thought that when Wen Yujing reached the uppermost level of the formation, there were footsteps coming from above again.

When the tea-pourer reappeared, Chi Xiaochi stood up and watched her quietly.

Without uttering a word, she lifted her skirt slightly, knelt down at the edge of the cliff and made three obeisances.

Wen Yujing stopped his movement to break the formation, “Please rise, girl.”

She still insisted on knocking three times before she stood up, “I put her to bed before I came to you. I want to beg you all for one thing.”

Chi Xiaochi interrupted, “To make sure we’re hearing the real story, can you answer one question first?”

The tea-pouring woman was stunned.

Chi Xiaochi tilted her head and asked, “Your name is Su Ji, so what’s her name?”

Everyone in the room froze, including the woman above.

After a long time, she laughed softly and said in a very wistful accent, ” Cheng Wuyun .”

In fact, for Su Ji, the mountain ghost, her encounter with Cheng Wuyun, the goddess of the gods, is not very dramatic.

In the beginning, it was just one person, meeting another person.

Cheng Wuyun, a female monk from a family who cultivated Taoism on her own and wandered around the world, was so gifted and beautiful that those who met her preferred to call her “Goddess” rather than “Daoist Master Cheng” or “Wu Yun Jun”.

One day, a thousand years ago, Cheng Wuyun was passing by Tokyu Mountain and heard that the mountain was haunted by a mountain spirit, so he climbed the mountain to find out.

It was a starry night, and Su Ji had just been given a pair of eyes too good to belong to a nasty, nasty man inside.

She sits on a rock among the bamboo groves in the mountains playing the bamboo flute, enjoying the pleasure of her short sightedness.

She saw Cheng Wuyun, and Cheng Wuyun saw her.

Su Ji put down his bamboo flute and stared at her blankly.

She was a girl from a small place, she had never seen the world, she had never read a book, but Cheng Wuyun, with his blue shirt and sword, was so elegant that for a moment she thought she had really seen a god.

The gods have come to collect her.

Su Ji stares blankly at Cheng Wuyun, watching her step in front of her.

Su Ji was a bit flustered, “I, I’m Su ……”

Her dead father gave her the name Su Niang, but people passed on the name by mistake and by sound, disliking that her real name was too soft and gentle and did not sound as charming as Su Ji, which sounded like a ghostly demon.

Cheng Wuyun came up to her openly and reached out to stroke her long unwashed hair, which was knotted in locks, dusty and greasy, but soft.

This demon is not too hostile and has a clear sense of enmity, never harming good people.

She is the result of a deep resentment before her death, so much so that each stolen eye is damaged by the resentment in her body before she can use it for long.

It was only the fear of the people that added fuel to the fire, thus causing her to take on a lot of fame for nothing, and even blaming her for the drought of the past year.

Cheng Wuyun stroked her hair and asked, “There are muntjacs in the mountains, why don’t you use their eyes?”

Su Ji whispered, “They can’t hunt and live without their eyes.”

Cheng Wuyun smiles softly, her eyes curving up beautifully.

Su Ji blinked at her fading eyesight and xinxed, “You have beautiful eyes.”

Cheng Wuyun asks, “Do you want it?”

Su Ji shook her head, “I don’t want to.” She wanted to look into those eyes, all the time.

It’s probably because of the bond between people that she liked Cheng Wuyun so much at first sight that she couldn’t help but stare at him, wanting to see more and more.

Cheng Wuyun takes a small white bottle of sweet dew from her bag, and the spiritual spring inside slowly drips into Su Ji’s eyes. It was a treasure given to her by her master before she left for the mountains, and one drop was worth a hundred pieces of gold.

Su Ji’s eyes were suddenly clear.

Cheng Wuyun said, “Use these eyes well in the future and don’t harm anyone.”

When Cheng Wuyun wanted to leave, Su Ji stopped her from doing so.

Cheng Wuyun looked a little tearfully at the dirty young girl in front of him, “I am serious about leaving. Please, girl.”

Su Ji said fiercely, “Don’t go.”

Cheng Wuyun : “Girl, I’m going on a tour, that’s what my master told me to do, I can’t disobey his orders.”

Su Ji : “What is the tour about?”

Cheng Wuyun : “Walk around the world, gain knowledge, get rid of evil demons, subdue evil spirits, or eat some more delicious food.”

Su Ji played the scoundrel, “If you leave, I’ll catch the people down the hill and I’ll eat them.”

Cheng Wuyun’s family is well educated and her contacts are mostly with elegant and talented women, so she has never been pestered by a shrewish girl from the countryside.

Su Ji said, “Then you will come and get rid of me and I will see you again.”

Cheng Wuyun was amused by the strange words of this little boy: “Don’t be a jerk. Be a good ghost, the Tao is also the Tao, and the ghost is also the Tao, practice well and be good in your heart, and you too will attain the Tao.”

Su Ji said, “I don’t want to attain the Way, I want to follow you.”

She added, “I’ll follow you wherever you go.”

Cheng Wuyun, who is new to the world and does not know much about human kindness, does not expect to risk being haunted by a ghost when she sits next to her, but she cannot think of a good way to take her away.

She died here, a spirit bound to the earth, and taken by force, she would die a second time and in ashes.

She had to tiptoe away while Su Ji slept.

Cheng Wuyun was also a little disappointed that he had become a thief in what was clearly a good deed to accumulate blessings.

But a mile away from Tokyu Mountain, she emerged from the shadows a short distance behind her with a little Su Ji, who had nearly fallen apart.

Su Ji was still a child at the time of her death, and her lonely days alone in the woods had added to her stubborn animal nature, and she would follow whoever was kind to her.

Cheng Wuyun could not bear to see her die in this way and risked her life by letting her stay inside himself.

If Cheng Wuyun’s elder brother had been there, he would have called her crazy for sharing her body with a child of unknown origin.

The good thing is that Su Ji is very well behaved.

When a drought struck, she picked up a female body as a starving corpse and returned to life as a human being.

There is hunger, thirst and all sorts of pains and sufferings that are too numerous to mention, but Su Ji puts on her new clothes and twirls around in front of Cheng Wuyun with great joy.

Cheng Wuyun asked her, “Is it bad to use the same body with me.”

Su Ji put her hands behind her back and asked her rhetorically, “Aren’t you tired of carrying me on your back?”

Cheng Wuyun stroked her head and she suffered with her head down.

They are master and servant, or at least that’s how Su Ji defines their relationship, after fathoming the rules of the human world that she hasn’t touched in a long time.

Su Ji has no more spiritual power, so Cheng Wuyun accompanies her and walks slowly.

Su Ji washed Cheng Wuyun’s face, combed Cheng Wuyun’s hair, studied ink, and held his sword, and when Cheng Wuyun did not allow her to do so, she did so secretly, and read Cheng Wuyun’s books.

When she couldn’t read, she followed Cheng Wuyun’s example, turning page after page and guessing at every page.

A small wild dog that grew up in the countryside, died in the mountains and was eventually picked up again, tries to slowly tame itself to make itself lovable, tamer and more adoptable.

She wants to be with her all the time, so she wants to be better.

However, things are unpredictable in the end.

After five years of travelling with Su Ji, Cheng Wuyun met his destiny.

Cheng Wuyun has been able to ferry the world, but not himself.

She falls in love with a young man of the world.

If it was just an infatuation, it would be just a story of a goddess with an intention, but a king without a dream.

The gentleman is very foppish, but he treats Cheng Wuyun very well, and Su Ji is very happy to see him around.

She never expected to dominate Cheng Wuyun, she was only a servant, or at most a friend, and as long as Cheng Wuyun was happy, she was happy.

Like most wealthy people, the gongzi was interested in Taoism and wanted to seek longevity, so Cheng Wuyun taught him how to do the basics of meditation and toning, but he was more interested in danshu.

Like Su Ji, he was childish and always pestered people, so Cheng Wuyun was somewhat fond of him and always obeyed him, telling him the secret methods of alchemy and telling him never to pass them on.

The Prince laughed, “I only want to live forever with you, how can I spread the word?

But a one-step elixir of immortality does not exist in the world.

And it is often the evil path that leads to a step up to the top.

And what the Duke wanted was never those pills that could only benefit life and prolong it.

In his room, apart from Cheng Wuyun, a white rose, there was also a red rose with poison, a demoness who was more beautiful than Cheng Wuyun.

The Prince and the Demon Cultivator, who only have eyes for Cheng Wuyun, have never taken a small servant girl, Su Ji, into their confidence.

When they had successfully tricked Cheng Wuyun into trusting them and achieved a seven-day reconciliation of yin and yang, and then removed her Dantian censer, the maid would not be of any use.

Their plan went well, Cheng Wuyun was drugged and subjected to moans and she resisted frantically, only to have half of her face slashed raw by the jealous demoness.

Su Ji, who had already considered the Prince to be Cheng Wuyun’s son-in-law, managed to get him transferred in advance to deliver a letter to a neighbouring city, a round trip that took almost seven days.

Su Ji, thinking of Cheng Wuyun, bought a beautiful rouge and travelled back early on the morning of the seventh day.

But she could not find Cheng Wuyun in the Taoist temple where he and his son had settled.

She asked a Taoist nun, “Have you seen my Miss Cheng, please?”

The nun nodded and took her to the woodshed in the backyard, locked her up and went to report to the Prince, begging for a sentence, whether to pour down a poisonous soup or to have her beaten to death with a stick.

Cheng Wuyun, in his drowsy room, faintly hears the sound of the Taoist nun’s report.

The Prince and the demon cultivator only thought that the great event was about to be completed, but no one expected that Cheng Wuyun would escape to his death on the seventh day, when the potion was about to be completed.

Cheng Wuyun, dressed in rags, stumbled his way to the woodshed, running and forcing out his inner elixir.

With her current crippled cultivation level, she would never be able to escape.

At the very least, to protect Su Ji, the little girl she picked up from Tokyu Mountain and who has been with her for five years.

She broke the lock with her bare hands and caught Su Ji cowering in the corner before the demon cultivator could catch up with her.

Su Ji, still holding the box of rouge in her hand, was shocked and frightened to see Cheng Wuyun in this state: “Miss Cheng? What are you ……”

Cheng Wuyun embraced her, covered her mouth, and fed the flowing inner elixir in his palm into her mouth.

She pressed her ear to Su Ji’s and said, “You’re fine, you’re fine.”

After saying this, Cheng Wuyun, who had lost his inner elixir, died of his wounds.

When the demon cultivator came after her, he saw that the inner potion was missing and was furious.

The bodies of the two men were left on a wild hill in the countryside, just waiting to be devoured by wolves.

That night, at night.

The gentleman awoke with a start, splashed with wine, while Su Ji, covered in blood, stood silently at his side of the bed and threw a torch at it.

The fire raged in all directions, and the son screamed and rolled into a ball, calling out for someone to come, but the whole temple was in flames, and apart from a few moaning and lingering in the fire, there was no one else.

The demon cultivator was also sleeping beside the prince and was affected by the fire when it started.

Su Ji’s swordsmanship is not bad at all, and her moves are all in the shadow of Cheng Wuyun’s, but she is only a mortal after all, and this body has no spiritual roots, so she is suppressed extremely hard.

But it was as if Su Ji felt no pain when each sword hit him.

To live long and not die, to live long and not die, does not mean that it does not hurt.

But Su Ji still seems oblivious.

When the demoness sensed something was wrong, she struck again, only to be caught by Su Ji, who sliced off the right side of her arm with her sword.

The demoness howled in pain and fell to the ground, tumbling.

Su Ji didn’t stop, one sword, another sword.

A mortal man, in a rolling sea of fire, shreds a female demon into pieces.

With fire in her belly and carrying Cheng Wuyun’s sword, she stumbled down from the Taoist temple and back to the wild hills on the outskirts of the countryside, where she first took a bath in a stream before carrying Cheng Wuyun’s body, which had been settled in an abandoned hut, on her back and hitting the road.

Knowing that she was most likely to be hunted, and not knowing where to go, she returned to Tokyu Mountain and buried Cheng Wuyun at the foot of the western mountain.

After burying her friend’s corpse, she didn’t know what to do.

The good news is that she is no longer the ignorant kid who tried to kill to keep Cheng Wuyun alive.

The world Cheng Wuyun wants, the world she wants, she will try to preserve for Cheng Wuyun.

She returned to Tokyu Mountain, where she built a small hut and created a vegetable bed, which she cultivated every day.

At the bottom of the mountain, there is a shrine to the divine maiden, with an endless stream of incense and the name Cheng Wuyun written on it. She had occasionally gone there to pay her respects, and when she looked at the restored statue of the jade-bodied goddess, she thought with a bit of disbelief that the Cheng Wuyun looked better.

The bells and chimes ring softly, and the blue smoke drifts around.

The woman beside her begs for a marriage, desiring to marry a man of her choice, while Su Ji, the mountain ghost who should have been killed by the goddess, kneels alongside her, not knowing what to ask for.

She thought for a long time, put her palms together and said reverently, “May Miss Cheng be in good health and have good food for years and years.”

A day in the mountains is a thousand years in the world.

Cheng Wuyun has read all the books she knows by heart.

Later, even the book decayed and turned a little into dust, sand and ashes.

To pass the time, she found other books to read.

Su Ji is becoming more and more like the old Cheng Wuyun, more stable, more gentle and more tolerant.

Apart from being ageless, immortal and unhurt, she remains mortal.

The stars have passed over her head through the ages, but she has never left Tokyu Mountain.

The love and hate of people, some like the tide of Qiantang, surging and rolling, even if only gorgeous for a moment, but also to hit themselves hard on the rocks, in exchange for a white wave, wet a corner of the clothes, but also considered to have left a trace; some are like the gurgling stream in the mountains, sometimes can not even hear the sound of the water, turn the eyes, the world will have been a thousand years.

But then, half a month ago, a group of tomb robbers heard a rumour that there was a tomb of a mountain ghost in Tokyu Mountain and that it contained a treasure, and they found Cheng Wuyun’s tomb.

Su Ji heard the commotion and ran from afar to stop it, but was knocked down by the brutal tomb robbers with a shovel.

A thousand years of blood seeps into the earth and mutations follow.

The grave robbers who had just beaten Su Ji were dragged into the mud by a hand that reached out from the ground, the sound of sinews breaking.

Six more were torn into the soil by the strange force, their bones were broken and they died without a trace.

That was the first day that Cheng Wuyun’s ghost was reborn after a thousand years.

A thousand years of prayers and the power of the birth shrine have kept Cheng Wuyun’s body from decaying, but she has also become an earthbound spirit on Tokyu Mountain.

She was so devastated during her life that she could not remember who she was, and her intellect was reduced to that of a toddler, but like a fledgling she recognized Su Ji and followed her like a little tail, asking curious questions.

A thousand years ago and a thousand years later, Cheng Wuyun and Su Ji have completely switched places, in terms of temperament, scholarship and personality.

However, the two remain close friends, a heart that can be seen for a thousand years.

In the minds of the world, the ones who resurrect, cause chaos and kill are the mountain spirits that plagued the four quarters a thousand years ago.

For Su Ji, this is something to be happy about.

A goddess should always be a goddess, clean and pretty, standing there, smoky and beautiful, very beautiful and nice.

Su Ji kneels at the entrance to the cave and tells their story in full.

061, unable to hide his surprise, asked Chi Xiaochi, “How did you come up with the idea that she was a mountain ghost?”

Chi Xiaochi says: “There must be some explanation for a weak woman with no magical powers to guard a mountain path and do good deeds. In the legends about mountain spirits, there are only two women, Su Ji, and the Goddess.”

061 Say, “Then why not guess that she is a goddess?”

”I used to take on a book about blind people and went to a special institute for further training, and I know some of the characteristics of blind people.” Chi Xiaochi says, “Her hearing is too keen being mortal.”

On the trail, she didn’t have to look back to identify the visitors as the “four guests”.

You know, Wen Yujing walks like a cat, almost silently.

And while her voice is not very loud when she speaks to the people in the sinkhole, and when the people underneath her speak back, it often echoes so badly that it covers the original voice, she can easily tell what they are saying without them repeating it at all.

Chi Xiaochi is also just guessing, but as things stand, he’s betting on the right thing.

”Although she has strong spiritual power, Miss Cheng is very obedient.” Su Ji finished her story and tried to put in a good word for her friend, but she paused, seemingly thinking of Cheng Wuyun’s antics earlier, and added, a little embarrassed, “Just a little too willful now and then.”

Wen Yujing asked, “Those tomb robbers aside, why did she capture the people and the Taoists?”

Su Ji was almost embarrassed: “Tomorrow is my birth day. She didn’t know what a birth day was, so she kept pestering me about it. I told her that a birth day is the day of birth, and that when a person celebrates a birth day, they need to have friends and family there to celebrate it with a lot of enthusiasm. She thought Tokyu Mountain was too cold, and when a Taoist came to investigate the murder of the tomb raiders and the re-emergence of the mountain ghosts, she caught them and locked them up at the bottom of a thousand caves in the back of the mountain, and sealed them with a formation, saying …… that they should wait until tomorrow to celebrate my birthday and then let them go. The good thing is that those who were caught and the Taoist master of Jing Xufeng are good people, and after listening to my explanation, they both said that it would not hurt to stay for a few more days, but neither she nor I could go down to Jing Xufeng to report the situation, she could not leave, I could not go far, and she was too hard-hearted and refused to let anyone go back to explain the situation, so I really caused you trouble… I’m really causing you trouble…”

Chi Xiaochi is silent.

Now, what they heard was the full picture of the story that the author of The Immortal Sailor King really wanted to tell.

There is no bloodshed, no ups and downs, not even a deliberate attempt to sell lilies, just a story of two girls supporting each other.

So Duan Shujue does not kill her to take the elixir because it is totally unnecessary.

So Duan Shujue befriended her, and Su Ji, a mountain ghost, brought Duan Shujue some of his home brewed wine at a later stage, making him a close friend.

So after seeing the pandemonium in the comments section, the author chose to cut the story of Su Ji and Cheng Wuyun after some consideration, he didn’t want these two girls to be used as the harem sisters of Duan Shujue by the readers.