What If I Can’t Die?

Song Shi was fine, but grinned in pain.

He got up with a disheveled face and covered the back of his head: "Yu Jian is not standardized, and my relatives are crying."

Fortunately, he is physically strong, otherwise he would have died if he fell from such a high height.

"What are you looking at, have you ever seen a cultivator make a mistake with his sword?"

He suddenly turned his head and stared at the bushes.

An old farmer who was cutting trees in the mountains was squatting there, peeping curiously.

"I don't know the old man, so I ask the gods to forgive me!" The old farmer was so frightened that he threw away the hatchet and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

"There is nothing to forgive, this broken tree is for you."

Song Shi waved his hand and left with embarrassment.

As a cultivator, he actually made a fool of himself in front of mortals, which really hurt the collective image.

Fortunately, there are few people around here.

After he left, the old farmer left in a panic, and he said to everyone he met in the future: "Guess what I saw today, old man, a fairy, but this fairy is not very powerful, so he fell from the sky."

"True or not, I heard that immortals often come and go recently, and it is possible to meet them, but the immortals will not fall down, right?"

"What are you doing to lie to you? Now there are trees broken by immortals in the back mountain, and there is also a big hole."

"Go, take me to have a look."

There are many monks in this world, but they are still relatively rare for ordinary people, let alone such a remote mountain village.

After shouting and drinking, it didn't take long for a group of people to go up the mountain to pay their respects to the traces of the immortals.

"There are really big holes."

"My God, such a thick tree can be broken, it is worthy of being a fairy."

"This fairy must have copper skin and iron bones, so it's okay to fall off."

"Why did the fairy fall down?"

"It should be a test for mortals, but it's a pity that the old man didn't seize the opportunity, otherwise he might be able to get the fairy fate."

A group of people discussed enthusiastically. For a mountain village with no news and no change in hundreds of years, this kind of thing can be said for a hundred years.

"The old man didn't get the fairy fate. If we don't build a temple here to worship, maybe we can get the blessing of the fairy, so that our village will be in good weather."

Someone felt sorry for the old farmer and made a suggestion. .

"That's right, this is the trace of a fairy, and there are no traces in other villages, so we need to worship more."

Immediately, a group of people joined in.

"Just say that this place should be renamed Falling Immortal Mountain."

"Falling doesn't sound good, it should be called Lin, the place where immortals descend."

"Linxian Mountain sounds nice. From now on, the temple will be called Linxian Temple. Everyone should come here to offer incense on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year."

"Old man, what does an immortal look like, tell the carver, let's collect money and things to build the temple."

If Song Shi knew that his embarrassment was regarded as a fairy tale, and someone would build a temple for him, he would probably fall again.

At this moment, after experiencing a mistake, Song Shi learned a lesson, and Yu Jianfei became much more familiar with flying.

Not only stood firmly on the flying sword, but also began to enjoy the fun of flying.

The gust of wind hits the face, blocked by the energy shield emitted by Song Shi's diamond body, leaving only the breeze formed by the difference in internal and external air pressure circulating in the body.

This made his hair flutter slightly, and his clothes... well, at this moment, the clothes are essentially paper clothes, lacking some elegant and dusty air.

He looked down at the small flying sword under his feet, and muttered: "This is the car in the world of cultivating immortals... Oh, it should be an airplane, and ordinary people still can't afford it."

Thinking of Chen Yiling and Wu Chenzi's flying swords, their quality was much better than his own.

This reminded him of the scene of comparing different cars in his previous life.

Just like he wanted a good car in his previous life, now he also wants a good flying sword. Sure enough, human nature has not changed.

On the whole, the life of cultivating immortals is not more comfortable than that of the previous dude. At least, he has to obtain various resources, which he didn't have to think about before.

It's a pity that the Song family is almost ruined, and the troubled times have come, and they can no longer be a dude.

With nostalgia for the old life and melancholy for the new life, Song Shi returned to Fairview City.

A few miles away from the city gate, he saw a lot of people leaving in chariots and horses with big bags and small bags.

"Father, will those rebels really come over?"

"Whether you call or not, this place is no longer peaceful. Even if the plague and those bugs make people panic, you should leave early. There will be nothing wrong with moving to Jincheng in the north."

Song Shi heard the conversation between a father and son in the carriage, and took a second look at the passers-by on the road, most of them were from wealthy families.

I heard some wind, are you going to hide?

After all, rich people have more choices than ordinary people. I don’t know how many people have run away now.

A luxury carriage passed by, and the curtain was pushed aside by a hand, revealing a playful look.

"Hey, isn't this Song Laoqi? Why, I can't afford clothes now, so I make clothes out of paper?"

Hearing this, Song Shi lowered his head and took a look. The power of the origami dissipated for some reason, revealing its true colors, which were cut out of a piece of yellow paper.

Song Shi looked at the young man in the carriage. Jinxiu City and their old ninth son of the Lin family, who used to be at the same level as the Song family, often met him in the brothel, so they were considered acquaintances.

However, this person has a sinister personality and likes to abuse animals and even people. He once deliberately trampled to death a little milk dog in the street, and deliberately bought a person who sold his body to bury his father and took him back to beat him. He has a bad personality and he has not had much contact with him.

"Look at you, are you interested in being my slave and rewarding you with a meal?"

Lin Laojiu looked at Song Shi jokingly, with a perverted look in his eyes.

"You're well dressed."

Song Shi ignored Lin Laojiu's looking down, looked at his robe made of high-quality silk, and grinned.

next second.

Boom!

bang bang bang!

The carriage was broken, Lin Laojiu rolled his eyes and fell to the ground fainted, his coat disappeared, and part of the clothes on the carriage were also missing.

The other servants and guards stared at the scene in front of them dumbfounded. They didn't feel at ease, and the carriage broke~www.wuxiahere.com~The young master fell to the ground.

"Thank you for the clothes, old iron."

Song Shi said lightly, his voice flickered a few times, and then disappeared into the distance.

"Master Ninth!"

The guards came back to their senses, hurriedly went to check on the master, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a good thing he didn't die, otherwise it would be miserable, and they might all be abandoned and unable to go to Jincheng again.

Song Shi appeared at the city gate.

The city gate was still closed, but he saw a small gate opened next to it, and from time to time a convoy came out, and some of them gave money to the city guard.

Money can make ghosts turn the millstone, and naturally it can also make the city guard open the door of convenience.

As he walked over, he was stopped by soldiers.

"During the war, you can't come in and out at will."

"How much."

Song Shi understood.

"Going in for a hundred dollars is cheaper than going out."

"Here, buy some wine, buddy."

Song Shi took out an ingot of silver and threw it to the corporal guarding the gate.

"Brother, you are on the road, no one will block you when you go in and out of the south gate."

Wu Zhang smiled and asked someone to open the checkpoint for Song Shi to enter.

"Brother Long, you just came here. I don't know who he is. This man is a young master of the Song family who is still alive."

Seeing Song Shi leave, the acquaintance laughed.

"The Song family whose entire clan was almost wiped out?" the patriarch was surprised.

"Yes, I have to say that a dead camel is bigger than a horse. Now that the Song family is in decline, they are still so generous."

"You don't understand, don't you? They still have an official. Didn't he take the Song family master and two young ladies away yesterday?"

"Yesterday, I didn't guard the gate again. I don't know. But the Song family has left. What is he doing when he comes back?"