Chapter 971: Human Fireworks
The voices of the Qingzheng Sect members chatting with Ye Xiaoman became quieter and quieter because they discovered Xiao Chujing's presence.
Although Xiao Chujing looked at Ye Xiaoman silently without glancing at anyone else, and treated his fellow disciples including the sect leader as air, he still exuded a dark feeling of unhappiness about Ye Xiaoman being taken away, which was still very unsettling.
Over the years, Xiao Chujing has become the biggest troublemaker in the world of cultivation, and no one dares to provoke him.
So the sect leader once again told Ye Xiaoman to go home early and then hung up the phone.
At this time, the sounds of fighting outside also quieted down. It should be that Ji Wenyi and Jiaying who were fighting were taken away by the ancestors of both sides.
Ye Xiaoman lay on the table and wrote a farewell letter to Ji Wenyi and his brother. On the snow-white letter paper, she wrote a sentence in a crooked handwriting:
——I’m going to the demon world for a visit, and then I’m going back to Qingzhengzong.
She was stared at by Yue Mushan and Xiao Chujing as she wrote. Her wording was quite polite and awkward. She called people "dear" while making fried rice, and called them "Your Majesty the Divine Emperor" directly after eating the fried rice.
After writing about Ji Wenyi's brothers, I wrote about Jiaying.
Afraid that Ji Wenyi would not honestly deliver the letter to Jiaying, Ye Xiaoman used a puppet spell to send the letter out alone.
This letter was quite long and the words were much more intimate. It basically said that she was much better now and expressed her longing for Jiaying (his health). She asked Jiaying to come and play with her as soon as possible after he finished his confinement.
Before leaving, Ye Xiaoman did not forget to move Sikong Qing to a palace with better conditions.
She gave the ice coffin where she used to lie to Sikong Qing.
Her ice coffin is amazing. It is made of top-grade divine materials that several men have found after traveling through the six realms. The material is ten thousand year old cold jade, and the coffin body is tempered with Qilin bones. She also invited a hidden weapon refining master to absorb the power of the stars to personally engrave the resurrection array. Every inch of it is flowing with majestic spiritual energy.
The coffin is also filled with a variety of top-level healing magic weapons.
If it weren't for her previous friendship with Sikong Qing, she would have wanted to move it away.
With the help of Yue Mushan, Ye Xiaoman moved Sikong Qing into a new ice coffin.
She looked at Sikong Qing affectionately and said, "It would be best if you could wake up soon. If you can't wake up, it doesn't matter, because -"
She sang: "There will be an angel to protect me for you~"
Then Ye Xiaoman put the small package on her back, stood in the corridor and whistled. Nine dragons flew down, shrank and coiled around her hands, like colorful bracelets.
With Yue Mushan and Xiao Chujing's communication box floating beside him, he quietly left the palace.
The palace was in chaos because of Jiaying. The palace maids and guards were busy cleaning up the mess. With Yue Mushan's pass, it was easy for them to get out.
After successfully leaving the palace, Ye Xiaoman took out her dusty flying boat.
Flying is prohibited over the imperial city. As soon as Ye Xiaoman used her magic weapon, a divine consciousness from somewhere unknown came out from above the clouds to investigate. Ye Xiaoman took out the tokens of Ji Wenyi and Ji Weiming. After seeing the tokens, the patrolling divine consciousness retreated respectfully. Ye Xiaoman flew out of the imperial city unhindered.
Ye Xiaoman stood at the bow of the flying boat, taking in the beautiful scenery below. She gracefully swung a drink from nine years ago in her hand, letting the evening breeze blow her bangs. She felt very free and so happy that she wanted to sing.
She planned to wait until the commotion of her resurrection was over, and then, like the Demon King and his wife, she would take all the men in the fish pond on a trip and practice at the same time.
Just thinking about that kind of carefree feeling, beautiful mountains and rivers, eating, drinking and having fun, singing and walking along the way with a beautiful woman by her side, she has already become beautiful.
A real woman should live such a happy life.
Yue Mushan came over with a fruit plate that he had cut himself.
"Sister, the flying boat keeps heading north. Once you leave the country, you will reach the demon world."
"Oh!" Ye Xiaoman started looking forward to it from that moment on. She had never been to the demon world to play.
She checked the communication box with Xiao Chujing. Xiao Chujing was walking in a nearby town, looking for the nearest teleportation array.
The communication box followed him around.
The two of them looked like they were doing a 24-hour live broadcast.
Xiao Chujing was walking on the street, passing by mortals carrying the elderly and children, and monks walking leisurely with magical instruments on their backs. Large clouds of white smoke were coming out of the steamers selling buns on the street.
Xiao Chujing looked like a man who worked outside to make money and was in a hurry to get home to see his wife, so he walked hurriedly.
He walked in the hustle and bustle of the world, listening to the hustle and bustle of people. As he walked, his body, which had been lifeless for many years, gradually regained its vitality and exuded joy.
A peddler selling candied haws with straw sticks bumped into Xiao Chujing. He grabbed a handful of spirit coins from his magic ring and bought a few candied haws.
The peddler sold his things and walked forward happily holding up the straw stick. Xiao Chujing also took the opportunity to do a half circle to avoid the bustling crowd around him. The hem of her clothes rose and fell gracefully, and her high ponytail jumped and fell.
He stopped in front of the communication box and showed Ye Xiaoman the candied haws in his hand, a typical boyfriend's perspective.
The dimples were deep: "I brought it for my junior sister."
Ye Xiaoman finally understood where the things Xiao Chujing brought her every time he went out came from. He would just see something and think that she might like to eat or play with it, so he would buy them one by one, and before he knew it, he had accumulated a lot of things.
Ye Xiaoman immediately climbed up the ladder: "Brother Xiao, please buy me a communication magic weapon. It must be good and expensive, so that I can show off when I go out."
Xiao Chujing immediately agreed and walked into the spiritual weapon shop on the roadside.
The old ghost living in Xiao Chujing's palm sighed and muttered in Xiao Chujing's mind, "I finally earned some money, don't spend it right away."
He couldn't help but say, "Leave some money for yourself. When you enter the Ye family compound, you will need to take care of servants."
Xiao Chujing has been dead for so many years, but he has finally regained his vigor and vitality. The old ghost no longer wants to care about him.
It’s better to be the cauldron of the bad girl, at least she won’t abandon him, and he can calm down and practice well.
People are lonely, and the path of cultivating immortals is actually a return to the essence of human life.
They live in seclusion and concentrate on comprehending the code, or they stay in seclusion for hundreds of years without seeing anyone just to break through. As their realm becomes higher, the number of people they can talk to becomes fewer. In the end, all their parents, relatives, and friends are dead, and they live alone for a thousand years and ascend to heaven alone.
If Xiao Chujing wanted to cultivate the mortal world, that was fine, as long as he felt his life wasn't in vain. Life wasn't about what others said was worth living; one only needed to ask oneself whether or not one was willing to do it.
The old ghost smacked his lips, secretly inhaled the aroma of wine from the restaurant next door, and squinted his eyes in intoxication.
After this incident, the old man finally came to his senses.
In the blink of an eye, it was night.
Xiao Chujing changed the magic sword in his hand to one carried on his shoulder, with many small packages hanging on the hilt.
These were all gifts bought for Ye Xiaoman, including a piece of beautiful floral cloth.
The noble Emperor Sword temporarily became a peddler's shoulder pole.
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