C1 A Mountain Ridge

The South-sky Mountain Range was located in the Canglan Territory. It was located thirty thousand miles away from the city, and it was filled with ferocious beast. Ordinary people couldn't cross it, and there was nothing left of the barbarians.

A hundred miles away from the South-sky Mountain Range, there was a small village called the Wang Village. The houses in the village were built with stones, and there were more than two hundred houses in the village!

On the simple streets of the Wang Village, there was a young man who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was pushing a strange chair with two big and two small wheels at the base of the chair, and an old man who was sitting on the chair.

The young man had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. His black hair was casually scattered on his shoulders, and his eyes were filled with arrogance and unruliness.

The old man was very strange. His hair, eyebrows, and beard were all white, and his legs were atrophied. Upon closer inspection, he looked like a bag of skin and bones.

The young man slowly pushed the old man out of the village. Wherever he went, the old men and women in the village would treat him with respect and harmony.

"Little Ying Zui, go to the hill on the left and take a look at the South-sky Mountain Range with this old man!" The old man said faintly. His turbid eyes were like those of a person who was about to die, without the slightest fluctuation.

Ying Zui nodded his head, and a bright light shone in his eyes. He pushed the old man towards the hill dozens of miles away from the village.

There was nothing to say on the way. The old man did not blame Ying Zui for his rudeness, as if he enjoyed this moment of peace.

Ying Zui pushed the old man and walked very slowly. After walking for a long time, they finally arrived at the foot of the hill. At this time, the sun was already high up in the sky, and golden light sprinkled on the ground, making it exceptionally dazzling.

Ying Zui squatted down and carefully carried the old man on his back. He held the old man's back with one hand and the chair with the other as he stepped onto the hill.

The hill wasn't very tall, it was more than three hundred meters tall, and the road wasn't considered rugged. Ying Zui's steps were very steady, as if the old man and the strange chair didn't have any weight at all.

On the hill, there was a stone pavilion. There was a stone table in the pavilion, and there was only one stone stool.

Ying Zui placed the chair on the ground. The old man on his back had already been carried horizontally by him. After that, he placed it on the strange chair and pushed it into the stone pavilion.

A cool breeze blew across the hill. The old man lightly coughed a few times, and his wrinkled face immediately turned red.

Ying Zui lightly patted the old man's back and said faintly, "Old Man Hu, why did you come to this hill?"

"I'm helping you look at the world from a mountain range!" The old man with the surname Hu said weakly.

Ying Zui frowned, as if he understood the meaning of the words and nodded.

In the stone pavilion, there was a set of tea set placed on the stone table. Ying Zui lit a small fire, warmed the hot water, and prepared to make tea.

"Little Ying Zui, are you good or evil?" Old Man Hu's turbid eyes stared at Ying Zui.

Ying Zui paused for a second and said lightly, "There is no need to judge good or evil. Just follow your heart!"

Old Man Hu turned around and looked at the South-sky Mountain Range in the distance. He asked, "Seven years ago, you were only eight years old. You do not know right and wrong. Why did you save me?"

A trace of reminiscence flashed across Ying Zui's eyes. He said, "Good and evil are in my heart. I think evil is in my heart, even if there are millions of people blocking in front of me. I will kill them. I think it is good, but it is also a beggar. I will also scatter my family's wealth and help him live a happy life. Family reunite! "

"Drink some tea!" Ying Zui held a cup of tea with both hands in front of Old Man Hu.

Old Man Hu took the cup and looked at Ying Zui. He sighed and said, "Do you know that my hands have been stained with the blood of thousands of people? Do you still think it's good? "

"Haha!"

Ying Zui laughed loudly, his black hair fluttering in the wind. His eyes were filled with arrogance as he said, "So what if it's thousands of people? I think it's good. Even if it's millions of people, they can still be considered brothers!"

Old Man Hu's expression changed slightly. His hand that was holding the teacup suddenly trembled, then turned back to normal. After taking a sip of tea, he nodded with satisfaction.

"What do you think about this South-sky Mountain Range?" Old Man Hu put down the teacup and pointed at the South-sky Mountain Range with one finger. He was full of heroic spirit, as if he was the king of the empire.

Ying Zui's wild arrogance was deep, making people unable to see the bottom. He said, "The mountains and rivers are like a painting. The trees and trees are like forests, the giant trees are like the sea, and the ferocious beast is unknown. Mortals are in danger, and cultivators enjoy the land!"

Old Man Hu nodded his head in satisfaction and said faintly, "Do you know how many South-sky Mountain Range there are in this world?"

Ying Zui frowned and said with hesitation, "Maybe, maybe there are more!"

"Huh!"

Old Man Hu laughed and looked into the distance. He clenched his fists, and even his finger bones turned white.

Ying Zui saw that Old Man Hu did not speak for a long time and looked at him with doubt. His pupils immediately shrank.

He seemed to have thought of something. Old Man Hu wasn't a mortal to begin with. When Ying Zui saved him seven years ago, his body was emitting a destructive aura, causing Ying Zui to still have lingering fear in his heart.

Old Man Hu suddenly slapped the strange chair. A fierce killing intent shot out from his eyes. Even someone as strong as Ying Zui felt a chill in his body.

"Ying Zui, what do you think is an immortal?" Old Man Hu seemed to have made a decision and asked in a deep voice.

Ying Zui was stunned. It seemed like Old Man Hu had a deeper meaning in calling him Ying Zui for the first time. It seemed like Old Man Hu had acknowledged him, but also felt relieved that Ying Zui had grown up.

"It's nothing more than stepping on the moon to pluck the stars, and having a long immortal life!" Ying Zui said with a profound meaning.

"Oh?"

Old Man Hu smiled faintly and looked at Ying Zui in surprise.

"You are right. The eight words have fulfilled the essence of immortality, immortality, and one's own strength!" Old Man Hu said with a smile.

"Immortal, the cultivation of the postnate living beings is the pinnacle. All living beings yearn for the Immortal Fate, thinking that the Immortal Fate can live forever and control their own fate. What a joke!" Old Man Hu said with a sneer on his face.

"Eh?"

Ying Zui looked at Old Man Hu in shock. Didn't everyone yearn for the Immortal Fate? Didn't he want to live forever?

"Ying Zui, do you want to become an immortal?" Old Man Hu looked at Ying Zui with anticipation. Perhaps, he wanted Ying Zui to walk the path that he hadn't taken yet.

Ying Zui shook his head strangely and said in a carefree manner, "I don't want to!"

"Why?" Old Man Hu asked in surprise.

"A hundred years of life is enough. Why do you have to fight for the Immortal Life? Do you think you can ignore the common people after you have become an Immortal Life? Can you really control your own fate after achieving the Immortal Fate? "

"No, when you become an Immortal Fate, you will realize that your loved ones have already been buried by you. When you become an Immortal Fate, Hongyan will have already turned into a pink skeleton. Your own feelings have been severed by you for thousands of years!"

"Immortal fate might be a prison cell, it will only make you regret it for the rest of your life!"

Ying Zui was very calm. In his eyes, the immortal that others yearned for was not as important as the cup of tea in his hand.

In his previous life, his hands were stained with blood. Step by step, he stepped over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, becoming the overlord of the underground world. When he looked back, everything seemed like a dream.

Now that he had lived another life, Ying Zui only wanted to live a peaceful life. Perhaps this was the greatest happiness.

"You are really calm!" Old Man Hu smiled bitterly, and his eyes were slightly disappointed.

"Immortal? It is a shackle that no one can break free from. Everyone wants to become an immortal. I also want to become an immortal in the past, but what I have experienced is right in front of my eyes!" Ying Zui said slowly.

How could he not want to become an immortal in the past? How could he not want to live forever? In his past life, he sat in the underground world and visited the famous mountains and rivers of Huaxia, hoping to find a way to become an immortal.

Unfortunately, if it wasn't for the mysterious Blood Red Jade Tray that brought him to this world, he would have turned into a pile of dirt and buried underground.