Chapter 370 The flying general returns home

Author: Pig Heart and Shrimp

Chapter 370 The flying general returns home

In the morning, Li Yi and Bai Shi were eating the fried dough sticks and soy milk bought by Qiong Yu. As usual, they did not spend any money on the business, because Qiong Yu used the money for breakfast to play games.

After all, she is just a pure being who doesn't even have an identity card. She has a shortage of yellow and white goods and can only live on the breakfast money of a greedy immortal.

The ones who benefited the most were the migrant workers who were stolen. They seemed to be victims, but in fact they were the biggest beneficiaries. Jingyu’s spiritual energy was refined through the yin and yang cylinders. A breakfast can extend their lives for half a year and improve their health.

After a few months of good health, any ailments or illnesses can be cured without medication.

A breakfast is not precious to the workers, and a ray of spiritual energy is not precious to Qiong Yu. They get a healthy body, Qiong Yu gains happiness, and the immortal senior eats breakfast. This is called a triple win.

"Senior Immortal, how is the person who received the inheritance from the Ancient Dao Sect yesterday?"

Qiong Yu took the opportunity to ask about Taoism again. After spending so long together, he probably understood the form and style of immortals.

She has a very clear order of things, for example, eating is greater than playing, and playing is greater than what she considers important events.

Senior Immortal doesn't pay much attention to Taoist matters, but he doesn't shy away from talking about them in his spare time. Just like giving guidance to herself on weekdays, she doesn't deliberately teach like a teacher teaching students. She just asks the Immortal and answers casually.

If you can understand it, it's your own ability. If you can't understand it, you won't explain it again and again.

"It won't die in a short time, but if it is not solved, something will happen one day."

Li Yi answered casually while eating fried dough sticks. "He is like a drop of water falling into an ink vat. I wrapped him in a layer of oil. When this layer of oil is gone, it will be assimilated."

"Is there a problem with the Taoist inheritance?" Qiong Yu asked again, "When my brothers and sisters discussed the Taoist gods, they all felt that there was something fishy about this inheritance. It can grow at an extremely fast speed, and it is basically a crooked way."

"From good to evil, inheritance itself is not a problem, it's just that ordinary people can't bear it." Li Yi shook his head and said.

At least in Li Yi's opinion, there is no problem with the inheritance of the ancient Taoism sect. On the contrary, it is the orthodoxy of Taoism. If there is a problem, it can only be that the way it is taught is too extreme, teaching the Tao of Heaven and Earth in the form of laws.

This is equivalent to teaching calculus and even various cutting-edge knowledge to a three-year-old baby.

Once you have completed your studies, you will be a "doctor", and if you have not completed your studies, you will be a "textbook". One masters the Tao, and the other becomes the carrier of the Tao.

The ancient Taoist sect is passed down, and those who succeed can be regarded as saint kings.

"Ordinary people will die if they learn it. Isn't this a wicked way?"

Next to him, Bai Shi, with his ordinary people's perspective, intervened in the topic of at least starting as a Taoist, which immediately earned Qiong Yu's eyes.

"You big stupid stone, how can you die if you eat too much salt? No matter how many people ask for the inheritance of the ancient Taoism, it is enough for you to die in the morning after hearing the Tao. And what if it succeeds?"

"What are the chances of success?"

"Forehead……"

Qiong Yu was a little confused by the question. She counted with her fingers for a long time, but she still couldn't give a definite answer.

It's not that she's not good at arithmetic. If she goes through systematic study, she can be as good as a computer. But when calculating the probability of people in the world becoming a holy king, there are too many factors that need to be considered.

Now that the little god is only a thousand miles away from him, the other party's situation

Before Qiong Yu could calculate, Li Yi had already given the answer: "Those who have entered the Tao cannot be counted, let alone those who have attained the Tao. If we insist on counting, billions of people will produce one Avatar, and tens of billions of people will produce one."

Holy King."

"So many?" Shiraishi looked surprised, "The world's population is not even 10 billion, is it so difficult to cultivate?"

"It's just a simple and rough calculation, which also involves the mortality rate of monks. Yun Shu has the ability to achieve Taoism, but he is in the early stages of becoming a god. There are so many geniuses who have not grown up."

Speaking of this, Li Yi couldn't help but recall that when he was young, he was deceived and deceived by all kinds of tricks when he first entered the spiritual world. Of course, he also had to kill people to seize treasures.

He just bought a foundation-building magic sword, and people robbed and killed him when he walked out of the city. Even if the value of this magic sword to them was only one month's "salary".

The higher the state, the right time, place and people are indispensable. It cannot be accumulated by simple quantities. To describe it in one sentence, times make heroes. A person is just a clerk in peaceful times, but in troubled times, he may be able to ascend to a high position.

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Calculating simply and crudely using probability, the number of Jiuzhou human races in the spiritual world is generally around 100 million, with an average of one transformed god every 1,000 years. The human race rotates one generation every sixty years, which is equivalent to one transformed god among 2 billion people.

The hundreds of billions that the Holy King said are less than that. This requires a combination of time and opportunity.

"This...then do I still have hope of becoming a god?"

Baishi's words made Qiong Yu burst into laughter, and the two started to pinch each other every day. Bai Shi covered him with a Tathagata palm, and although Qiong Yu was only as big as a palm, he was no monkey ducking around on the table.

Li Yi took a sip of hot soy milk, and the warmth flowed into his throat, enjoying the noisy daily life.

For him, this may not be considered daily life, because loneliness is daily life, and noisy days are short-lived. Decades are like a day, and thousands of years are just a day and night, even if tens of thousands of years later, he still exists.

Compared with decades, hundreds, and thousands of years, does Li Yiming's longevity count as daily life?

How long can he live, ten thousand years, fifty thousand years, or one hundred thousand years?

Today, Li Yi still cannot sense the end of his lifespan. The only thing he can be sure of is that he will die, but he doesn't know when. He feels that the more he practices, the farther away the end is from him.

Suddenly Li Yi was stunned for a moment, then regained his composure, and said in the same calm tone as before: "Wait a minute, Xi'er is coming."

The two people who were fighting and fighting suddenly stopped and turned to look at Li Yi.

Baishi looked like he had seen a ghost and asked blankly: "The flying general is coming?"

She naturally knew who Li Yi was talking about: Xi'er, the famous General Qin Fei, who was also her idol.

If she had been able to see the flying general before, Shiraishi would have been so excited that she couldn't sleep. This was a strange woman with a world-renowned reputation. However, now she was not excited, only scared.

Because she now lives and eats at her husband's house, they have not crossed any boundaries physically, but mentally they have slept countless times. Although it is Shiraishi's one-sided erotic dream, but regardless of the reason, she just has a lustful heart.

Colorful.

"Well, I just want you to get to know each other." Li Yi's posture was still calm, and he could not see any nervousness about being caught in bed.

"I know you, you big-headed ghost. I think you are an ancient emperor, right? Do you still have to give me a status? Can you let me meet my concubine in the fourth room of this big house?"

Bai Shi rolled her eyes. What she didn't understand the most was this guy's calmness, as if nothing could scare him.

"I'm going to stay away for a while, and I'll come back after the general has left. Qiong Yu, please help me pack my things, and we'll go to the hotel to stay."

"Okay."

Qiong Yu waved her hand lightly, and Bai Shi's various clothes were packed into the suitcase, finally stopping in front of her.

Then Qiong Yu fell on Li Yi's shoulder, grabbing Li Yi's hair with one hand and pointing to the door with the other, obviously not intending to follow him.

"Be careful on the road."

Bai Shi smiled and said, "Qiong Yu, aren't you coming with me?"

"I am the bottle-carrying boy of Senior Immortal, why should I follow you?" Qiong Yu tilted her head, her small eyes filled with doubts.

"I'm just a pure spirit from heaven and earth, I don't even have a gender."

This guy with evil intentions!

Shiraishi was so angry that her teeth ached, but the situation was urgent and she couldn't say much, so she picked up her suitcase and walked out.

"Fake Taoist priest, please don't accuse me later. Although you are invincible, you still have to take into account your wife's feelings. If the matter is exposed, just say that I am the one who is responsible for this. Anyway, the flying general and I are not the same.

Mature, don’t act like I’m the best in the world.”

She knew Li Yi very well. This guy might have lived too long, and his brain was like a piece of wood. He dared to talk about anything. To put it nicely, he didn't bother to hide it, and to put it worst, he was arrogant.

Shiraishi wanted to beat him if he could tell his childhood sweetheart, who lived and ate together, with his first wife once they got to know each other.

"I don't have a father or a mother now, and no one will tell if it gets out. If your uncle and aunt find out, you will definitely have a belt."

Her life is already a mess, but she still hopes that Li Yi can live a better life.

Shiraishi tied up his shoelaces and turned the handle to open the door. A figure happened to be standing outside the door.

It was a man with short shoulder-length hair, an ordinary appearance, and simple clothes, but he could see a relatively strong figure hidden from his arms and neck.

Beneath the ordinary appearance, there is a lingering spirit and majesty hidden.

After a moment of trance, the woman's appearance changed drastically.

Her short and capable hair is scattered freely, and her eyes are as deep and bright as the quiet abyss, making people dare not look directly into them. The slender willow eyebrows add a bit of charm, and the thin lips like roses bring a smile.

This face was very beautiful, exuding the softness of an ancient lady from the inside out. But this softness seemed to be an illusion, and was soon covered by the majesty that made people afraid to look directly at it.

Shiraishi knew this face, she often saw it on TV.

At this moment, her mind shut down, she no longer knew who she was, and she didn't know what to do.

Wei Xi was the first to reach out and said in a friendly manner: "Hello, Miss Bai Shixuejian, right? My name is Wei Xi, and I am Li Yi's wife."

Bai Shi was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly stretched out his hand to hold the other person, his mouth opened and he didn't know what to say.

"Go in and talk, so as not to cause trouble to your husband."

Wei Xi glanced at someone approaching in the distance, walked into the house and closed the door.

The two returned to the living room together. Li Yi drank the last sip of soy milk, Bai Shi lowered his head and looked at his chest, and Qiong Yu silently cleared the table.

The atmosphere was a little tense for a while, but Li Yi was not nervous.

Wei Xi took two steps forward and picked up the paper towel on the table, wiped Li Yi's mouth very gently, and asked with a smile: "Husband, which sister is this?"

Li Yi felt that his waist had been pinched, but he still said without changing his expression: "You already knew it yourself, why did you ask me?"
To be continued...