"What?"
Big Yellow Dog didn't quite understand.
"A hand-cranked helicopter," Chen Xia repeated and explained, afraid that Big Yellow Dog wouldn't understand, "Don't worry if you don't understand, just know that it's very awesome."
"Oh," Big Yellow Dog nodded. It had a lot of trust in Chen Xia, so it didn't ask any further.
Chen Xia put his hands behind his back and walked side by side with Big Yellow Dog, then suddenly asked again, "Why did you suddenly want to cultivate?"
Big Yellow Dog held the broomstick silently for a while, "I don't know either, I just practiced this move for no reason, maybe..."
"I'm not asking about the move," Chen Xia interrupted Big Yellow Dog's words and continued to ask, "But why you want to cultivate."
The person and the dog walked shoulder to shoulder in silence for a while.
Big Yellow Dog suddenly said in a low voice.
"You are very powerful, the seed of the Great Emperor, and also the strongest among the reserve disciples. Chi Yu is not bad either, he is a very powerful supreme being, and ranked third in the test to become a formal disciple..."
"It's just me, it seems that apart from being alive, I'm completely useless and can't help at all. We're supposed to be three brothers, so I thought it would be great if I could help a little."
When Big Yellow Dog said this, his head was extremely low and he didn't dare look at Chen Xia at all.
He was indeed very useless. Even after living for two great worlds, his experience was extremely shallow, let alone his combat power. It could be said that he didn't have any advantages at all.
"You can't say that," Chen Xia shook his head and began to preach logical fallacies to Big Yellow Dog.
"The murderous great halberd, on the surface it just charges in and kills people with the halberd blade, but without the halberd handle behind as support, how could the great halberd kill so easily?"
Big Yellow Dog's expression changed, seeming to have understood something. He asked back, "So I'm the halberd handle?"
"That's right," Chen Xia nodded.
"But I'm afraid I'm not even as good as a halberd handle," Big Yellow Dog grimaced, looking distressed.
Chen Xia then began to preach more logical fallacies, saying,
"How is that possible to be worse than a halberd handle? In the matter of me killing Qiong Qi, you made a great contribution. If not for you taking the lead, I wouldn't have had the chance to kill Qiong Qi."
"In principle, you are the instigator of this matter, your role even surpasses that of the halberd handle."
Big Yellow Dog frowned, unable to fully comprehend for a moment. He felt there was some sense to it, but not much.
He didn't know whether to be happy or not, so he could only grin slightly.
Chen Xia didn't say anything more. Big Yellow Dog had to think these things through himself for them to work. He had said his piece, whether Big Yellow Dog would listen was another matter.
The two of them just walked side by side without much conversation, perhaps having grown up.
This was inevitable in life.
As they approached the Bronze Gate, Chen Xia finally stopped and smiled, "Come find me for anything in the future, we are sworn brothers after all."
"Okay," Big Yellow Dog nodded, not knowing whether he had taken it in or not.
In any case, that was all he had to say.
Chen Xia walked out of the Bronze Gate, Big Yellow Dog stayed inside.
Just as he was leaving, Chen Xia looked back again and said,
"Remember what I told you."
He looked very serious.
Big Yellow Dog stared blankly, then lightly nodded after a moment.
The leaves had just fallen that day.
So autumn came.
The entire Blue Sky Sword Sea was filled with the air of decline, perhaps truly approaching its dying days.
The elders rarely left seclusion, and the Old Man Gone Fishing had not been seen for a long time without any news.
Chen Xia would often sit in the pavilion, propping his head in his hand, holding a teacup, seldom drinking, just holding it as he looked outside.
Just looking.
From Weixi Town to Blue Sky Sword Sea, a thousand years had passed. Had he changed?
The answer was definitely yes.
Time was slowly pushing everything forward, subtly transforming it. No one could escape.
For example, from a young girl to a young woman.
But some essences would not change. Whether a girl or a woman, she was still a woman.
So what was his essence?
Chen Xia frowned, somewhat distressed, unable to comprehend it clearly.
He believed he had many good qualities.
For example, respecting elders and caring for children, being polite to others, loving animals, etc.
But none of these counted as his essence.
As Chen Xia thought about it, he suddenly recalled ascending the Time Dao and connecting his two enlightenments.
The first time, he observed a tree. The second time, he observed people.
Then what about the third time?
Shouldn't it be observing himself?
At the same time, Chen Xia also realized what his essence was, if he could really only choose one.
It should be longevity.
Chen Xia still propped his head in his hand. He seemed to have figured it out, yet somehow still couldn't feel happy about it, swaying the teacup in his hand.
The first time observing the tree went well, with no emotional ups and downs. He just felt that time was an incredible thing, able to make a small tree grow tall.
But the second time observing people, Chen Xia really didn't feel too good.
He had seen too much.
He had watched Shanchuan's entire life unfold, a life that was neither good nor bad.
Chen Xia sighed. He didn't really like the bleak departing mood of autumn.
He turned the withered yellow leaf in his hand again. A touch of green suddenly appeared on it, like the colors of spring, spreading extremely quickly.
Starting from where Chen Xia stood, the withered yellow leaves around him all turned verdant. Then it climbed up the old tree, new buds sprouting on the branches, bursting with green leaves.
A dense crown formed on the tree in a few breaths, covering over Chen Xia's head.
And then in the next moment.
The old tree blossomed.
"The bottom price is 68,000, I won't sell for a penny less."
Zhang DaoMing held the magnificent pill box firmly and said decisively.
"Fine, fine, our auction house wants this Extreme Mysterious Ice Soul Pill for sure, don't get so agitated Old Zhang."
A tall elder quickly laughed while his eyes remained fixed on the magnificent pill box.
Just now when he looked at it for a couple glances, he was instantly shocked and awed. This was a perfect quality Extreme Mysterious Ice Soul Pill. It must have been refined by one of the top Dan Dao masters.
Were there people of this caliber in Blue Sky Sword Sea?
The tall elder wasn't too clear. His eyes sized up Zhang DaoMing for a moment.
It couldn't have been refined by Zhang DaoMing.
"Are you buying it or not?" Zhang DaoMing was getting impatient.
"Buying, definitely buying. I'll pay 7,000 more, I just hope you can introduce me to this Dan Dao master. I want to get acquainted with him and discuss techniques and experience regarding Dan Dao together."
Zhang DaoMing thought of Chen Xia holding a spatula and didn't hesitate at all. His aged face was expressionless as he flatly said,
"No, you don't."
"I really do want to get to know him. Add another 2,000 spirit stones, how about 72,000?" The tall elder was clearly getting anxious.
Zhang DaoMing immediately nodded, "Deal."
It's truly that heaven has a road and you don't take it, hell has no door and you break in.
"Oh right, Old Zhang what book are you reading? You've been reading it since I came." The tall elder curiously asked again.
"Sword Cultivation Guide," Zhang DaoMing replied.
The tall elder was puzzled. "Why read that? Aren't you an alchemist?"
"I was." Zhang DaoMing simply answered, his aged face devoid of any emotional fluctuations.
"Aren't you just giving up on yourself?" The tall elder grew more confused.
Zhang DaoMing shook his head. "This is knowing myself. Don't worry, you'll come to realize it soon too."
Anyone who saw pill refining with a spatula would have to re-evaluate themselves.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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