There's something wrong with my master.

Then the truth came out.

When several women were arguing, he was accidentally hit by a palm strike and turned into a pile of meat paste...

"I thought at the very least I could be a Qin Hui, but I never thought there would be monks in this world."

"The upper and middle positions in the country are all controlled by monks."

"This damn world..."

"Why is there no legendary system?"

"If there is no system, then it would be nice to give me a unique talent."

He muttered to himself for a long time throughout the letter, and his words were filled with resentment.

At the end of the letter, he said.

"I thought I was the protagonist, after all, I came up with such a great plan."

"Now it seems that I might be a bit player."

The beggar did not understand the letter.

He just remained silent for a long time, holding back his tears, then pointed at Roujiang and asked the female cultivator a question.

"How can you write a letter when it's all broken into pieces?"

Upon hearing this, the female cultivator waved her hand, and a light soul flew over.

Beggar: ...

These monks are so domineering that they can't rest in peace even after death.

Just like the King of Yan, he wanted to make use of the souls of his soldiers who died in battle.

"Take care." The official waved to the beggar, followed his instinct and disappeared.

If he were to be reincarnated into this world in his next life, he hoped to have better qualifications, so that his great plan might be realized.

The memory was brought back.

When the beggar came to his senses, the rain had not stopped yet.

He was already soaked through, and the mud stuck to the soles of his shoes had been washed away by the rain.

There were almost no pedestrians on the street.

Looking at the empty streets, he wondered if there was reincarnation in this world.

If so, did his friend reincarnate?

"I hope you can be reborn into a good family this time and achieve your dream."

After the beggar said this, he stood up and continued walking in the heavy rain.

But before he had taken a few steps, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, very close to him.

It was so close, he should have noticed it long ago.

Since he didn't notice it, the person who came must be very strong, many times stronger than him.

The one who is stronger than Shattering the Void must be a cultivator above the Foundation Establishment Stage.

So the beggar raised his head with an alert look, but the person he saw was an old acquaintance, the King of Yan.

"Did your elders succeed in taking advantage of someone's misfortune?" the beggar asked.

"No." King Yan shook his head.

The beggar was a little confused.

"I remember the last time you said that if your elders didn't succeed, you wouldn't come to me."

Chapter 286: The leader of the Su Nu sect who likes BE aesthetics

"Just to tell you something."

"You probably won't be able to find me when you come to Prince Yan's Mansion in the future."

In the wind and rain, King Yan was wearing black clothes. He stood with his hands behind his back. The rain falling from the sky consciously bypassed his body.

The beggar looked at this man who had once been the king of a country. He was once a subject of the King of Yan, but now he was just a homeless beggar.

In a trance, he seemed to see a trace of loneliness and helplessness in King Yan's eyes.

The beggar blinked and shook the thought out of his mind.

A Mahayana cultivator is almost at the top of the world, he should be full of vigor and vitality, how could he be like an ordinary person, with loneliness and helplessness in his eyes?

"A man came from the sect and replaced me, the King of Yan."

King Yan said so.

The beggar immediately understood that someone had come down to pick fruit.

"Let's go. I'll treat you to a drink." Prince Yan suddenly waved his hand and dragged the beggar into a restaurant.

A beggar and a prince.

A martial artist and a Mahayana monk.

The two people had completely different identities, yet they actually started drinking like this.

They were drinking, talking and laughing.

"Hey, let me ask you, when you said you wanted to avenge the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who were killed, was that true?"

"Oh, about that matter, actually I think the same as my sect elders. If there is a chance to take advantage of someone's misfortune, then I don't mind giving it a try."

"...As expected, we are from the same sect, with the same lineage." The beggar took the wine jug and drank it all, then wiped the corner of his mouth, his tone sounding a little sarcastic.

When the King of Yan heard this, he did not take it seriously.

"It's like this for all cultivators. They have the same level of cultivation and no major conflicts of interest, so they basically won't fight to the death."

"Then what do you want these hundreds of thousands of dead souls to do for you?"

"This, even if you tell you about your cultivation, you won't understand it."

The beggar shook his head and said, "If you don't help them get revenge, these dead souls will definitely not help you."

"Haha, you just met me. I still want to ascend, so you can't do things against your heart, otherwise the inner demon tribulation will be difficult to overcome."

King Yan pointed at the beggar, smiled, and said nothing more.

The beggar continued to pour some wine into his mouth, and he said.

"Aren't all monks the same?"

"How can they be the same?" King Yan shook his head. He was a little drunk and his face was red, but he had no intention of using his spiritual power to sober up.

"I'm just a commoner like you, so I won't go too far."

"The new King of Yan is different. He has been spoiled by the people in the sect since he was a child."

"There are also those who feel that they have no hope of ascending. Those people do even more extreme things."

"For example... for example, the leader of the Su Nu Sect."

……

……

Su Nu Sect.

At this moment, the leader of the Su Nu Sect, who had done something extremely excessive in the words of King Yan, was holding a romance book and reading it with great interest.

Her name is Nishang.

Everyone admires beautiful feelings.

When reading a storybook, if you come across a sad ending, many people would like to pull the author out and starve him for three days and three nights.

But Neon clothes are different.

Those sorrows and frustrations only made him feel happy and even want more.

She was obsessed with the feeling of heartache and created one tragedy after another with her own hands.

Seeing them sad and heartbroken, she was so excited that she wished she could take their place.

That feeling is so uncomfortable, yet so comfortable.

Obviously a happy ending would please people more, but she deliberately created misunderstandings for them, made them quarrel, and broke up.

When I finally saw them separate, I felt sad yet comfortable, and wanted to moan in pleasure.

She liked the painful feeling of her heart throbbing, and was even obsessed with it.

"The more it hurts when we break up, the deeper our love is."

"People define the depth of love by the pain of separation."

"You have to get used to not getting what you want."

“Habits cannot overcome all barriers.”

“Get used to turning around, going the other way, and going downhill.”

"Get used to a lot of people coming here."

"The bridges in the world are just horizontal, and there may not even be ropes."

The leader of the Su Nu Sect closed the script.

She stood up from the stool, opened her arms, and her sleeves danced in the wind.

"You have to accept the joys and sorrows."

“Accept that not everything will work out.”

“Accept separation, frustration, and loneliness.”

“Be prepared for the unexpected.”

“Even if it rains hard, you must wade across the river.”

"You have to get used to not having everything."

"I'm used to walking alone most of the time."

“Get used to separation, betrayal and disappearance.”

“Get used to many people leaving without saying goodbye”

“The roads of the world are sometimes so muddy that they may not even be roads.”

Having said this, Nichang suddenly stopped.

A face suddenly appeared in her mind, a very beautiful face.

She said that her name is Lin Xi and she wanted to come to Su Nu Sect to ask for a flower of joy.

On the way here, she even brought a man and a woman together, ruining the sad and beautiful story she had carefully prepared.

“Not all flowers will bloom, not all efforts will succeed. You have to know that it is normal to not get what you want.”

At that time, Nichang said this in a light tone.

At that time, Lin Xi frowned and refuted.

"There are always some lucky people in this world who get what they want after working hard, and they live safely and smoothly, and they go on with each other all the way."

She pointed at the two people she had brought together and the blooming red flowers in her hands, and said with a smile, "For example, them."

Then she pointed at herself: "For example, me."

After finishing speaking, Lin Xi picked up the Lehua, stepped on the void and left.

Nichang did not stop him because she could not beat Lin Xi at that time, but she did remember this grudge.

Naturally, she joined the team to attack Lin Xi.

However, unlike the elders from the Seven Swords Sect and King Yan, the one from the Seven Swords Sect wanted to hack Lin Xi to death.