The last rays of the setting sun slanted down.
The sunlight fell on Qin Shou's face, which was more beautiful than a fairy's.
Qin Shou liked this kind of life.
They don't compete or fight; they live a leisurely and carefree life.
The only downside is that there's no invincible world yet, so you can't just go down the mountain to have fun, find pretty girls, and have endless romances.
"This world is pretty good..."
The immortal squinted his closed eyes, looking at the sky dyed by the sunset, and also at the little koi painting in the green grass. A slight smile appeared on his lips.
Life's events are as fleeting as a spring dream, and human relationships as fickle as autumn clouds. There's no need to toil and worry; everything is ultimately predestined.
The melodious opera singing seemed to be imbued with the power of time, flowing gently from Qin Shou's voice. It flowed over mountains and rivers, past patches of green grass, and rode on the breeze to the distance.
"Fortunately, we have three cups of fine wine, and a newly blossomed flower. A moment of joy, a moment of intimacy, but tomorrow's weather is uncertain..."
Da Mei likes this kind of tone.
She knew it was opera singing.
The master taught me.
I've learned it very well myself.
But I just can't sing with the same melody as my master.
The owner said that it was not his fault, but simply because he was still young and had never experienced the ways of the world, nor had he ever known the joys and sorrows of life. Therefore, he could not sing the lyrics and melodies written by those who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, because that was the power of time.
"Master, dinner's ready!"
Yi Cheng stood on the hilltop and shouted.
The little girl's voice swept down the mountain like waves of sound.
"Da Mei, let's go back."
Qin Shou got up, patted his bottom, dusted off the grass dust stuck to the corner of his clothes, and then walked to the small wooden bucket, looking at the only small fish swimming happily inside.
And indeed, some fish took the bait.
This was something even the Qin beast hadn't expected.
"You can't eat this fish; it will affect your IQ."
Qin Beast decisively released it back into the wild.
"Master, why did you release the fish?"
Da Mei packed up her painting tools, slung them over her back, and walked over.
"Amitabha Buddha, Heaven cherishes life."
Qin Shou clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and then carried the small wooden bucket and fishing rod toward the hilltop.
"Hehehe, Master, when we get back, Yi Cheng will be laughing at you again."
Da Mei skipped and hopped along beside Qin Shou.
The setting sun was infinitely beautiful, stretching their shadows infinitely long, as if transcending the passage of time, forever preserving this scene, this joyful laughter, on Turtle Mountain, a testament to the tranquility of life.
......
"Hey, hey, hey."
In the courtyard on the hilltop, Yuanbao, Dabao, Black Rabbit, and Little Fatty stood in a row.
Yi Cheng, with her big belly, bumped into them one by one.
Apart from Da Bao, everything else is garbage.
"Goose, goose, goose... Yuanbao, your belly is bigger than a goose's, but you can't out-bump it."
Yi Cheng stood with her hands on her hips, her big belly sticking out, and proudly raised her little head.
"You're truly amazing, Junior Aunt!"
Yuanbao gave a thumbs up in complete admiration.
<(￣︶￣)＞[Hmph, I'm awesome, aren't I!].
Upon hearing this, Yi Cheng became even more smug, her lips practically curling into a wide grin.
"Yicheng, weren't you called to eat? Why are you still playing games?"
At this moment, Qin Shou came up.
"Master, you're back!"
Yi Cheng ran over excitedly, sticking her little bottom out and peering around in Qin Shou's wooden tub, then clutched her belly and burst into laughter.
"Hee hee hee~~~, Master, look, you haven't caught any fish again."
"Hmph, you were allowed to go down and catch fish but not the goose, now you have no fish to eat."
Yi Cheng pursed her lips, looking smug.
"Yes, yes, go eat quickly."
Qin Shou chuckled.
"Okay! Master, the goose will help you carry the wooden bucket."
Yi Cheng snatched the wooden bucket from Qin Shou's hand, ran to the kitchen and placed it by the door, then led her friends to sit neatly at the table.
With his little eyes peeking out, he was just waiting for his master to say that dinner was ready.
"Dinner is served."
Qin Shou said.
"Hachihachihachi......."
......
The afternoon is a time of leisure.
Qin Shou sat cross-legged under the peach tree, practicing a spell.
This technique is called the "Immortal Tribulation Sword Technique," which Qin Shou recently comprehended from the Daoist archives.
This is a sword technique that transcends the power of mortals. Legend has it that it was created by the Dao Ancestor when he described the tribulations of immortals.
Once this sword technique is unleashed, its sword intent is vast and astonishing; even immortals would face this calamity, with nine out of ten chance of survival.
The only difficulty is that, with Qin Beast's current cultivation level, even if he fully comprehends it, he will find it difficult to unleash the true power of this sword technique. However, it should be more than enough to deal with creatures within the mortal realm.
"One calamity gives rise to another, and each calamity gives rise to yet another; one sword brings forth a calamity..."
Soon, Qin Shou immersed himself in his cultivation.
Several days passed in that sitting.
The Immortal Tribulation Sword Technique is obscure and profound; even with Qin Beast's maxed-out comprehension, it would still require some effort.
Legend has it that a celestial lord was once hunted down by dozens of other celestial lords, and thus fled into a forbidden void. It was a place forbidden to celestial beings and gods, and anyone who entered would surely die. But unexpectedly, the celestial lord not only survived, but also obtained a bronze block from it, on which was recorded a sword technique.
Later, that immortal spent ten thousand years comprehending the sword technique on the bronze block.
When it was born, it used its own Great Dao to create this tribulation technique, causing dozens of Immortal Lords to face the tribulation. In the end, only two or three people escaped because they were protected by top-tier immortal artifacts.
As for the rest, they all died in the disaster.
In the end, that immortal lord also became a powerful overlord in the immortal realm.
The sword technique used by that immortal lord in legend is the [Immortal Tribulation Sword Technique].
With a single sword strike, a calamity is born; even an immortal lord will perish in regret.
This demonstrates the power of this sword technique.
"What kind of heaven-defying technique is he practicing now?"
Song Ningsheng stared at the figure under the peach tree, unable to calm down for a long time.
Family members, does anyone understand? Every so often, I see this person cultivating a powerful magical technique on this mountain.
The key point is that the supernatural powers and spells he cultivated were so powerful that even he himself was envious.
Now, he could sense a sense of "calamity" gradually emerging from him. This power was very familiar, just like... the scene when he underwent the Heavenly Tribulation when he entered the Tribulation Transcending Realm.
However, the power emanating from him seemed even more peculiar, possessing an aura of transcending the calamities of this world.
"Da Mei, Master has been sitting there for days, should we call him for dinner?"
Yi Cheng spoke up, glancing at her master with her small eyes, feeling sorry for him, as he had been starving for several days.
"Yi Cheng, don't disturb the master."
Da Mei spoke up, "Master is currently cultivating, and one should not be disturbed while cultivating."
"oh. "
Yi Cheng nodded, scratching her ear, "Why is Master so slow? He's been cultivating for so many days and still hasn't mastered it."
"Yi Cheng, don't talk about your master like that. You're the one who's stupid."
Da Mei put her hands on her hips and scolded coquettishly.
"Goose...goose isn't stupid."
Yi Cheng frowned, her sparse eyebrows furrowing, looking somewhat unhappy.
"Oh! Oh! My sister said Cheng is stupid!"
Little Fatty ran over holding two small grapes.
Seeing this, Yi Cheng swiftly and decisively ate the grapes from the little fat boy's hand.
A major battle between the two was about to break out.
"Yi Cheng, I'm not playing with you tomorrow."
"Hmph, I'm not playing with you the day after tomorrow."
"Then I won't play with you the day after tomorrow either."
"That goose played with Da Bao, but it won't play with you anymore."
"Wow~, big sister........."
......
Under the peach tree, petals fluttered in the air.
However, they were all blocked by a transparent barrier.
Qin Shou's divine sense sat cross-legged in the sea of laws, quietly comprehending the profound mysteries of the Tribulation Immortal Sword Technique.
And time slipped away little by little as we pondered these insights...
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