I Cultivate the Ruthless Way, I Pretend

Shi Que practiced the ruthless way just to have an excuse to live a salty life. Wuqingdao is like a brick, you can move it wherever you need it. The leader asked him to accept a disciple. Shique: No, I cultivate the ruthless way and cannot be bound by the relationship between master and disciple. The leader asked him to compete in the Immortal Alliance. Shique: No, I cultivate the ruthless path and cannot be tempted by fame and fortune. Everyone knows that Shi Que's temperament is like that of an immortal. No one knows that this cold Taoist has a drawer full of dried fruits and snacks, a study full of windmill toys, and he goes down the mountain to play in disguise every three days. Until a lecture on immortality, the ruthless Taoist ancestor who had been ascending for thousands of years suddenly came down to discuss the Taoism with him. Shi Que panicked and had long forgotten all his Taoism. What's even more alarming is that Daozu, who is already a demigod, has green hair like snow, a frosty and clear appearance, and a face that looks exactly like the little playmate he always abandoned. Everyone admires Shi Que for being able to receive personal guidance from the Taoist ancestors, and is blessed with profound blessings. In a corner where no one knew, the corners of Shi Que's eyes were moist, and he was trembling as he recited his inner thoughts. Daozu raised his chin and rubbed the corners of his red lips with his fingertips: "I memorized it wrong again, I will punish you again." Wasn't he very smart when talking before? How come after playing with others for a few days, he can't even recite all the ideas? Attacking perspective: Xie Mingci ascended to the top with the ruthless way and became the first person in the world. After a thousand years, he sealed his spiritual power and memory to the lower realm to survive the tribulation. He met a weakling salted fish who liked to flirt with women and couldn't get rid of him. Xianyu was accidentally hit by a blood curse. Xie Mingci helped him break the curse, but when he woke up, he was gone. The ruined Dao Ancestor sat in the empty room all night, with an unstable Taoist heart, and a faint blood color in his dark eyes. Intention: Taoism is ruthless, human beings are sentimental