Seeking the Dao in the Seemingly Mundane Mortal World Chapter 327: Splendid world in the demon city

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Yingli, who has been a great man in a country for so many years, is of course not only muscular. No matter how worried about this situation in his heart, he will not openly express his expression. His face quickly recovered calmly, and he smiled: "I am old. When I was young, I didn’t need to be raised from this injury, and I could continue fighting. Now I’m not energetic if I don’t lie down for a few days."

Qin Yi casually said: "The life span of a demon is much higher than that of a human, right? I think Yingshuai is not too old."

Ying sternly said: "There are many kinds of monsters, like the door bars that I turn into monsters. There is no root at all. The practice is very difficult. Maybe there is no hope of condensing pills in this life. After hundreds of years, they will eventually The exhaustion degenerates, and it becomes an auraless door bar again. At this time, it is no different from already dead...The door bar body can only be regarded as its bones."

Qin Yi just talked casually. Unexpectedly, Yingli would actually explain to him one, two or three, and he couldn't help thinking about this topic in his heart. He can't control whether the Kong Jing is dead or not. What he thinks of is the tea.

Senior sister also said that her cultivation is very difficult for teas that were enlightened like Qingcha, and the fairy palace only regarded her as a little maid, and she was not even considered a disciple when writing the book.

Even the big-headed boys who turned into pine trees at the door might be more promising than Qingcha, because they are complete creatures, much better than a piece of tea. What's more, pine trees can grow for countless years if they take root in the soil. As long as they don't suffer from natural disasters, they can't die. Qingcha is not enough...

Shouldn't she become a piece of tea again soon?

This is absolutely unbearable, we must find a way in the future...

Yingli is continuing to say: "Goshawks like me are somewhat similar to yours. Their life span is limited by the body. It should be as much as it is. It is nothing more than the increase in lifespan due to the improvement of practice. Under the same practice, It’s not necessarily longer than you. And I’m over 800 years old this year, so I don’t have much room for improvement."

Yingli should be the sixth or seventh layer of pill? It’s a bit slow to cultivate to this level in 800 years... Qin Yi can’t say that he is slow, because he is already the strongest under one person in the country of Bai, and there are thousands of people slower than him. Monsters, the difficulty of cultivation is evident.

"The three veins are unified. After the demon city is unified, the situation is much better. The Eagle Commander must be able to break through." Ye Ling said on his shoulder: "Now everyone's cultivation speed is much faster than before. It’s really amazing that Ying Shuai can condense pill under the previous conditions, let alone now."

"Yes." The commander Ying bends slightly respectfully: "The king is majestic and majestic, and we have the possibility of rejuvenation if the demon city is unified. If it was before, even a condensed pill would be amazing. I can only take shelter of Kunpeng forever, linger, and never go out."

"It's okay if you don't go out." Ye Ling raised her head: "We want to protect the best knuckles in the world!"

Qin Yi almost didn't throw her off his shoulder.

Yingli's cheeks twitched twice, and he said earnestly: "The young master has been confined by the king so many times that the idea of ​​not going out has been confined by the king. Is there no regret at all?"

Ye Ling smiled: "If you want to be confined, you have to wait for my brother to leave. I have to accompany him when he is there. I can't be confined."

Yingli clutched his wound, eager to vomit blood.

Qin Yi suffocated a smile, and suddenly realized that Ye Ling's bear look is very cute to him, but perhaps to Cheng Cheng it is really a bear kid...

If you want her to be "slightly" when she is majestic, if you want her to hold her head and squat on defense when she is charging, I am afraid that her head will be three times bigger when training this heir...

Yingli took a few breaths, apparently knowing Ye Ling’s virtues, and didn’t go to talk with the bear children, and continued to say to Qin Yi: “The last kind is the blood of the beast, like the young master, even if the snake The bloodline is not pure, and it is already different from the demons. Her practice will be very fast and her life span will be very long. But because she practiced too fast, so... it seems that something went wrong with her growth."

Qin Yi coughed dryly and said nothing.

Ying Li continued: "So the blood of the demon race is the most fundamental and important thing. You are amazing and brilliant. Just a blood of a dog can never swallow the moon. The blood of the king is no longer pure. Little problem; the young master’s bloodline is not pure, causing the king desperately to go to the mystery of the snake remnant soul, just trying to complete her. The king’s injury, today’s chaos, all originated from this."

Qin Yi squinted, and finally knew what Yingli was trying to say.

Ye Ling's virtue is obviously difficult to convince the crowd. The king of the demon's loyalty is still Cheng Cheng, and he recognizes Cheng Cheng's descendants. Yingli's heart to guard against him Qin Yi is perhaps more serious than guarding against any major enemy.

To be honest, although this is aimed at me, the starting point is still worthy of respect. Qin Yi has no sense of hostility towards this, and there is no need to argue with others. However, he was uncomfortable with this pedigree theory. This is still the difference in education received since childhood. Of course, the situation of the Yaozu may indeed require pedigree, and he has no position to argue.

Qin Yi was silent for a moment, and sighed slightly: "Why should I worry about the commander Ying? I just went to the Demon City to practice cultivation. At least I can count as a friend of the Demon City. Doesn't it mean that I don't want to recognize it?"

Ying Li also remained silent for a while, his expression somewhat complicated: "You are not just a friend of the Demon City. This time you saved the life of the king, you saved the entire Demon City. If it has nothing to do with blood, you want my life to vent my anger. , I won’t frown either."

"What do I want your life for?" Qin Yi smiled, and took out a bottle of pill and put it on the bedside: "My pill may not be better than the demon city's pill, but it is also a useful supplement. Ying Shuai has a good rest, and there is still time to be shoulder to shoulder in the future."

He Ye Ling left Yingli Mansion, Qin Yi was still a little silent, but actually didn't know what he was thinking, a little empty.

Ye Ling said on her shoulder: "I don't know what Ying Shuai is tangling with, it's weird."

Qin Yi thought that Ye Ling didn't understand, so he smiled: "You don't understand, it's okay, you don't need to understand."

Ye Ling said: "I don't understand. If my brother wants to be with the master, why must he have a baby? Can't he not give birth?"

Qin Yi staggered, Ye Ling on his shoulders was finally flung out, flapping her wings twice in the air, hanging in front of Qin Yi crying: "My brother wants a baby and doesn't want me. ……"

Qin Yi really wanted to slap his forehead again, so he shut himself up.

With a mess of woolen yarn, Qin Yi pulled the crying Ye Ling back to the palace. When I entered the East Palace, I wanted to be autistic. There was not even a chair in this hall. The strange thing was floating, the echo stone was squatting, and the sand sculpture was guarding the door. The pigeon didn't know where it was. When Ye Ling arrived at home, she sat on the ground, watching Qin Yi grievedly.

"Where is the chair?"

Ye Ling squashed her mouth: "My brother used to watch me crawl all over the floor, now I need a chair..."

You don't want a chair, I want it! Qin Yi didn't say that, and changed his angle to persuade him: "Ye Ling, you are lying on your stomach all day, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, it's most comfortable to be on your stomach." Ye Ling turned over as she said, and her face became a big font.

"..." Qin Yi's forehead blue veins appeared, and he continued to behave in a good way: "Do you think that what you have less than your master is flattened by lying on your stomach like this?"

Ye Ling raised her head sharply.

There has never been a chair in the East Palace, so there is an extra row of chairs.

Ye Ling began to think about whether to change her practice posture, sitting beside her thinking, very distressed.

Qin Yi didn't sit on a chair. He stood in the garden outside the hall, looking at the location of Hanxiang Hall from a distance, emptying his head and wondering what he was thinking.

There was another light rain, intertwined in the midair of the palace, like a dream like smoke.

The Hanxiang Hall opened the door, and a stunning woman walked out slowly, wearing a white dress with a golden ring and barefoot under her skirt.

The two looked at each other across the rain curtain. For a long time, Qin Yi said, "Is it cleared?"

"It's time to pass." Cheng Cheng Mei said, with a hint of teasing: "Sir, how can I reward him for this great work?"

"There is nothing to reward." Qin Yi said calmly: "Chengdong Jinxiufang, there is a dumb girl Cheng Cheng, I wonder if she went back?"

"If Mr. go, she must be there." Cheng Cheng said lightly: "Mr. May wish to see more, the world is beautiful in this demon city."