I'm not the underworld

Chapter 415 "Immortal Tea Party"

Maybe it was out of rage and killed them directly?
You may also think about the past relationship, entangled, and appear painful and cowardly.

Chen Yifan shook his head, not regretting what he did just now.

The "devil" in his heart is much more ferocious than the "devil" in the heart of a human being. Once released, it might be a disaster.

The so-called true love and true nature, all the good feelings in the world, don't they count?

He would rather see more and touch that kind of emotion, rather than negative.

……

Before he knew it, Chen Yifan had arrived at the place where the old beggar lived.

At this time, he is building a fence to enclose his small yard. The yard is not as barren as before, but has opened up a few small vegetable fields and flower beds, which are full of fresh sprouts.

Seeing that this place has changed so much from the last time he came here, Chen Yifan couldn't help being stunned.

What is this for?

At this time, the old beggar was so radiant that he didn't seem to believe in the poor god.

Seeing Chen Yifan, the old beggar, who was still repairing the fence, knelt down to him with a thud: "I don't know if the god is coming, but I am far away to meet you, and I hope you will forgive me!"

He knew that Chen Yifan would not blame him, they were friends.

But at this time, the expression on his face was not perfunctory, but extraordinarily pious.

His belief in immortal gods has become more devout, and his strength has also made breakthroughs.

The tiger king in the mountain is no longer his enemy with a hundred moves.

You know, the Tiger King has a thousand years of Taoism anyway.

Chen Yifan didn't know why he had changed so much.

I saw him turn around and kneel down, the fence that had just been built was blown down by a gust of wind against common sense.

And, it fell directly on him.

But the expression on his face didn't change at all. If it was the past, he might have looked bitter.

As a believer of the Poor God, his practice is to protect the world from disasters and poverty, which is always very unlucky.

Who can be indifferent to the frequent occurrence of bad luck?

The old beggar at this time is fine, his practice has gradually improved.

Chen Yifan paused for a moment, then raised the cabbage in his hand and said, "The villagers invited us to eat cabbage, and it's already noon, I think I'd better bring it to you to cook."

The old beggar was startled, then smiled wryly, this emperor...

Never seen before!
But also because of him, the old beggar has become more firm in his belief, because gods really exist.

His practice is not a train without a terminal, and there will be no results.

"Emperor, I'm bothering you about Xiaoxian's affairs!" Shen Yuan, the mountain god, also appeared beside Chen Yifan in an instant, cupping his hands in thanks.

"Don't worry!" Chen Yifan waved his hand.

Several people walked into the small courtyard of the old beggar.

When the Qiu family siblings who came after them arrived, the three of them had already set up a small table in the yard, making tea and discussing the topic.

"Here...we seem to have been here before?" Qiu Yuxian stopped and looked at the yard in front of him.

"Damn it, how can there be people living in this remote mountain corner, and there is such a small courtyard." Qiu Yu questioned because of the change of the small courtyard, which had no memory at all.

"Come in!" Chen Yifan sat above the table in the courtyard and waved to the two of them.

The two looked at each other when they saw the scene in the yard, hesitated for a while, and walked over slowly.

In a courtyard in this deep mountain and old forest, there was a beggar dressed in old and shabby clothes who couldn't hide his miserable face even when he smiled, but his aura was unexpectedly strong and extraordinary.

A young man dressed in light green robes embroidered with green bamboos, flowers, and patterns of beasts.

A hairpin in the shape of emerald jade bamboo knots bundles up the long hair, which seems to float away from the world, like... a fairy in the forest.

In addition, grandpa explained their "predecessors".

These three people sat down in the woods.

It suddenly made the siblings of the Qiu family have the feeling of encountering an immortal tea party as the ancient books said.

The siblings, who were originally angry, didn't dare to be presumptuous. They obediently walked over and stood behind Chen Yifan.

The brothers and sisters of the Qiu family glanced at Shen Yuan quietly. This was the one they thought looked the most powerful among the three.

People in the world often judge people by their appearance, and it is obvious that this is the case for the siblings of the Qiu family at this time.

Shen Yuan's celestial spirit, transcendence and refinement, easily conquered these two people who believed in the same way.

The reason why they were obedient was mostly because Shen Yuan sat here at this time, showing his immortal temperament.

They don't believe it, but they dare not doubt it.

Have you really met a fairy?

If the memories of the two of them in the mountain temple hadn't been erased by Shen Yuan, they should have recognized and knew that this senior in their eyes who was "unattractive", "too young" and "childish" had a bigger background than Shen Yuan fairy.

It was precisely because they didn't know that the two were impressed by Shen Yuan's immortal temperament, and quietly asked Chen Yifan: "Senior, this is..."

Chen Yifan couldn't help laughing.

Turning his head to look at Qiu Yuxian, who was bowing his head cautiously, a mocking smile flashed in his eyes: "Why? Didn't you just have a hysterical and loud voice just now? I'm not used to the gentle voice now. "

"Senior~" Qiu Yuxian stomped her feet subconsciously and said coquettishly.

Qiu Yu was originally also curious about Shen Yuan's identity, but now seeing her sister's actions, she couldn't help but grow her mouth, with a look of surprise on her face.

Fuck!Didn't you read it wrong?
Is this really his hot and unreasonable sister?
He was still angrily complaining about Chen Yifan just now!

Even in front of grandpa, her violent temper didn't change so quickly!
"If the emperor is short of children, I, the spirit in the mountains, can pick some more at will. Even if I am not a god, it is better to be envoys in the world than these people who don't know the rules." Seeing this, Shen Yuan took a sip Freshly picked tea from the mountains, said.

"..."

Chen Yifan almost spit out the tea in his mouth, this Shen Yuan may not look like a handsome young man, but he is old-fashioned and stubborn!
After all, it is a demon that has lived for hundreds of years, so you have to understand!
Qiu Yuxian, a powder keg that exploded at one o'clock in the past, didn't care to get angry at this time, and was completely shocked by Shen Yuan's words.

Chen Yifan glanced at the two of them, still looked at Shen Yuan, and introduced to them, "This is Shen Yuan, the mountain god of Huanglong Mountain. The temple you built is for him."

The siblings hadn't recovered from Shen Yuan's words just now, but when they heard it now, they were indeed immortals, mountain gods!

There was another mess in their hearts. Now, they knew why the young Chen Yifan was a senior.

To be friends with immortals, how bad is it?

Hearing Chen Yifan's introduction, Shen Yuan sighed, this emperor has a good temper!
So, she also had to raise her hand to take out a flower and a green one, and handed them to Qiu Yuxian and Qiu Yu respectively.

Said: "It's the first time we meet, let's treat this as a gift!"

A flower and a vine, falling into the hands of the two, turned into a flower-shaped dart and a long sword with a green sheath.

After all, Shen Yuan is a mountain god, and his strength is not very good, but this mountain full of treasures is what he wants.

The two treasures were nothing to Chen Yifan, but to the siblings, they were simply lucky!

These two treasures are much better than the various mortal and ordinary magic weapons they used to use.

Even, their grandfather's hard-earned treasure, which he was reluctant to use on weekdays, was equally as valuable as these two treasures.

(End of this chapter)