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Others cultivate immortality for the sake of immortality, but Su Xiaoxiu may cultivate immortality purely for the sake of eating enough! Spiritual stones are too important to him, so no matter whether he improves his cultivation, whether he refines weapons or elixirs, he just wants to do a good job and earn more spiritual stones to satisfy his hunger. As for his secrets, they will definitely be revealed bit by bit! Come on, Su Xiaoxi!

On the top of the mountain, there are clouds and mist. Although there are not many tall trees, there are a few seedlings. The hut made of stone is not tight, and there is a "swish" sound when the wind blows. In front of the stone house, an old man in white clothes sat cross-legged. He had white hair and a childish face, and looked like an immortal. In front of him, a young child wearing a red bellyband was using his chubby little hands to pile up the stones on the ground one by one. When the stones fell down, he let out a "gurgling" laugh and had a great time. The old man in white looked at the child for a while, then asked with a smile: "Bai'er, how about I teach you how to cultivate immortality?" The child was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Can you fill your stomach?" The old man in white shook his head with a smile, thought for a while, and asked again: "How about I teach you the art of refining weapons?" "Can you fill your stomach?" "How about I teach you the art of alchemy?" "Can you fill your stomach?" The old man was helpless and sighed: "What an idiot. If you can become a true immortal, if you can become the best weapon refiner in the world, the best alchemy master in the world, then you will no longer be short of spiritual stones." "Really? What are you waiting for? Teach me this quickly?" "I'm afraid it's too late." "What's wrong?" "My time has come!" "Ah?"

She had just come out of prison. In 2007, she was in a bar. Someone at the table opposite me whistled at her and invited her to drink with me. I drank too much, so I pulled out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed me. This stab lasted fifteen years. I remember that when I entered, there were people all over the street. It's about praying to Buddha, it's cold on a lonely sandbank, etc. It's been fifteen years, things have changed. She came to see me once last year and told me she was getting married. I didn't tell her about commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I have farmed, raised pigs and made clothes. , My heart has long been calm. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. She was very happy. I was also very happy. It was time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. The problem was 15 years ago. Familiar streets and familiar scenes, but I just couldn't find the familiar one. Man, I woke up crying in the dream. The past cannot be taken back. Now all that is left is nostalgia. I am almost 30 and suddenly feel confused. I often can't sleep at night. I sit on the road, drinking wine and smoking alone. I don't know how to take the road ahead. The night before her wedding, I drove 400 kilometers overnight and rushed to the downstairs of her house. I saw the word "Happy" on her door downstairs and the lights in the room were still on. I didn't dare to disturb her. I took a few bottles of beer from the car and sat on a park chair downstairs at her house. After finishing the wine and smoking a pack of cigarettes, it was almost dawn. The whistle came from all the way. I knew that the car to pick her up was coming. Today she was going to be someone else's bride. Unfortunately, the groom was not. Me, she looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car, the firecrackers went off, and the car drove away. I was still following behind the convoy, and suddenly a text message came from my mobile phone. It was... From her. She said, "Don't give it away. I will marry you again in the next life. Just forget me." In fact, she had been watching me drinking and smoking from behind the curtain that night, and she cried all night... My heart hurt like countless needles that day. I cried and was very sad. I wish her happiness. Although the groom is not me, but the bride... I have loved... I have no regrets. Whether it is success or failure, everything is in vain, life or death. Life is only a hundred years old. Why should I be obsessed with a result? The only thing I want to do now is to go home and charge my mobile phone, but my mobile phone still has power, but the car ran out of gas on the way back. Is there any friend who can lend me 3,000 yuan for gas?

Follow Su Ruobai to embark on the road of cultivating immortality

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