Little junior sister, she cried in the world of cultivating immortals

The little boy fell asleep on the table rebelliously.

Lu Qingye sighed, and her thoughts returned to the homework she wanted to copy.

She found that even if she was thinking about other things, this body was still doing what it was supposed to do, and her copying homework had not fallen behind at all.

Lu Qingye couldn't help but sigh, if she had this ability in reality, that would be great.

"Chaos is born, various tribes stand in clusters, the heaven and the earth are pure and turbid... receive the thoughts of all spirits, seek a place to live, solidify the separation of chaos, and separate the pure and turbid..."

Lu Qingye felt a little sleepy as he looked at the long paragraph of text.

But today’s topic is that boring history.

In short, the history in the book tells the evolution of the world from chaos to the present day.

It is not much different from what was recorded in later generations, but it is more detailed.

After copying the course, Lu Qingye was allowed to go home. When he left, Lu Qingye could still hear the young man's dissatisfied old gentleman's voice.

After returning to his so-called residence, Lu Qingye found that the surrounding environment was very good.

The green mountains and green waters are full of spiritual energy. All kinds of spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses are everywhere. Even some exotic plants that have long since become extinct look like ordinary flowers and plants.

Lu Qingye's eyes grew hot when he saw it, and he wanted to reach out and take a handful.

But she had no control over her body.

She could only watch the little carrot head enter the wooden house with an expressionless face, talking and laughing with the young couple.

"Xiao Liu, have you listened to your husband today?"

"Remember to learn your skills from your husband."

The little girl suddenly frowned.

"Dad, aunt, what's the use of learning so much?! Now I don't need it! And what the gentleman said today is so boring! What kind of chaos and pure and turbid air are there every day! I feel like listening to it Napping! Not fun!”

Lu Qingye thought that the couple would be taught a lesson by the little kid's words, but what he didn't expect was that the two people actually nodded in agreement.

"That's right. Now in the ancient world, there are neither wars nor traps. We don't have to worry about food and clothing. It's useless to talk about those things every day." The little girl immediately nodded excitedly.

"That's right! It's no longer useful to learn those outdated things! You might as well sleep a little longer!"

Lu Qingye frowned slightly when he heard this.

She recalled what her husband said when she was studying the history of the world of immortality in the Shangyao Sect.

Even if it is something in the past, and it is just a few words, it will not have much real effect.But the role of history goes beyond what is visible to the naked eye.

Forgetting the past is undoubtedly a kind of betrayal and a kind of ignorance without self-examination.

The little girl didn't think so much. She felt that the past things were no longer important and had nothing to do with her.

Every day is carefree and leisurely.

The surrounding environment is also beautiful and fake.

too perfect!

It is so perfect that every flower and grass around it seems to be specially designed for everyone!
But even in the ancient times when resources were abundant, survival and cultivation resources should not be removed. There is no danger at all, right?

Or is the environment she is in now an isolated paradise?Otherwise, why are the monks here, men, women, old and young, so unaware of dangers?
Time flies, and the carefree leisure time looks very comfortable and leisurely.

But for some reason, Lu Qingye felt that the anger of the people and the surrounding environment was gradually decreasing.

The little girl back then has grown into a graceful young girl.

There are fewer and fewer people taking Mr. Lao’s courses.

Lu Qingye often saw the old gentleman leaning against a moss-covered stone pillar and sighing softly.

The emotions in his eyes were too complicated.

It is joy, hope and relief, but also worry, confusion and anxiety.