Song Luo looked at Song Yizhi, whose face was still a little immature, and felt mixed emotions in her heart.
She was a child herself, and at an age when she should have had fun and made trouble, she shouldered those heavy burdens.
As a mother, I couldn't give her much help.
Song Luo felt frustrated again.
Song Yizhi looked at his mother's speechless look, thought about it, and swallowed the words that came to her lips.
"Besides repairing the Blood Moon, what else have you done?" Shen Bu's gentle voice sounded.
Song Yizhi looked at his uncle and said, "I created a sun for the devil world."
Song Luo raised her head and glanced at the scorching sun high in the sky, and then looked at her daughter with a more complicated look.
Everyone knows that creating the sun and moon is the ability of gods and even heaven.
And Zhizhi... Zhizhi is just a little girl.
At this moment, Song Luo clearly realized what Feng Canglin meant by the new gods.
Shen Bu did not speak to blame, but instead asked, "Why?"
The purpose of repairing the blood moon is to prevent the demons from using all their resources to attack the world of immortals and demons. What about creating the sun?
"It's a convenient thing," Song Yizhi said.
Can you please stop talking about this kind of thing so lightly, it will give them the illusion that they can do it too!
Shen Bu paused.
"The demon world is dim all year round and there is no distinction between day and night, which makes the demons yearn for the sun." Song Yizhi said slowly, "Creating the sun for the demon world can, to a large extent, solve the problem of them coming to the immortal world to see the sun."
Song Luo looked at her daughter quietly.
"Also, I want the world of immortality and the world of demons to shake hands and make peace." Song Yizhi said.
Shen Bu and Song Luo's expressions changed slightly.
The world of immortality and the world of demons shake hands and make peace? !
this……
Shen Bu gave his sister a look, and then said to Song Yizhi, "Zhizhi, I have this idea. It's not just me, but the masters of the Hehuan Sect and the masters of the Wanmo Sect also have this idea."
Song Luo looked at the two people.
"But Zhizhi, the world of cultivating immortals is too big." Shen Bu said slowly, "The three sects cannot represent the entire world of cultivating immortals, and you cannot represent the entire world of cultivating immortals."
Among the nine states, there are many sects and families in each state.
The complicated relationship has caused the world of immortality to appear to be united but actually torn apart. If you want to negotiate peace with the demon world, the first thing you need to do is to rectify the world of immortality.
But this is easier said than done.
"I know." Song Yizhi said calmly, "But I want to do it."
There are always many immortal cultivators who provoke wars based on their own selfish desires, and in the end it is the ordinary people who suffer heavy losses.
Why should ordinary people bear this consequence?
If they had a choice, they didn't want to be born in the world of cultivating immortals, nor did they want to be unable to cultivate without spiritual roots and become flesh and blood to be slaughtered by others.
"..." Shen Bu sighed, looking extremely melancholy.
Song Luo remained silent.
Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi quietly and said nothing.
A grand ideal, but not impossible to achieve.
Yes, Rong Yueyuan, who had always been somewhat egoistic, did not say anything to stop him. Instead, he was thinking about how to help Song Yizhi realize this seemingly unattainable ideal.
"Zhizhi, you can be a little selfish." Shen Bu said slowly, "Being too kind is not a good thing."
When kindness has no bottom line, this kindness will turn into a sharp knife and hurt oneself. In the same way, if a person is too selfless, that is not a good thing.
"I know." Song Yizhi said, "I understand."
Shen Bu looked at Song Yizhi, hoping from the bottom of his heart that she would really listen.
"By the way, take the time to go to the back mountain." Shen Bu reminded him, fearing that Song Yizhi would forget the words of those ancestors.
Song Yizhi nodded, "I'll go change my clothes later."
It was not in line with the rules to meet those ancestors smelling of alcohol.
Shen Bu responded, "Just do whatever you want to do, uncle will be your backing."
Song Yizhi nodded, "Thank you, uncle."
Shen Bu reached out and rubbed Song Yizhi's head and left.
Song Luo didn't stay long, she gave Song Yizhi a storage bag as usual and left.
Song Yizhi went back to the house and changed his clothes. When he came out after changing his clothes, he saw Rong Yueyuan pouring tea.
"I'll go to the back mountain first." Song Yizhi confessed. After Rong Yueyuan responded, she took out her flying magic weapon and left.
Back mountain.
Song Yizhi jumped down from the flying magic weapon, then took the water ladle on the side to water the vegetables.
After a while, several figures appeared in the open space.
Looking at the little girl who was busy watering the fields, several ancestors hesitated to speak.
Mu Lao is used to it.
"I think the carrots are edible. Pull out a carrot for me," Mu Lao said.
Song Yizhi responded. After pouring the last ladle of water, she walked over and pulled out a handful of carrots.
After washing them in the ditch, Song Yizhi came over carrying a large handful of carrots.
Mu Lao took two of them familiarly, looked at the carrots that were still dripping, and took a bite.
Song Yizhi handed carrots to several ancestors one after another, and then took a carrot and ate it himself.
The ancestors usually grabbed food from Mu Lao, so when they took the carrots from Song Yizhi, they all started to nibble on them just like Mu Lao.
Mu Lao squatted on the ridge looking at the lush fields and asked, "Is this experience fun?"
"What fun!" Song Yizhi sat directly on the ridge of the field and said a little irritably, "The first task directly involves the transformation of zombies into demons, as well as evil cultivators! Demon cultivators! Demon generals! Demon kings! Is that a task done by humans? !”
Mu Lao looked happy at Song Yizhi's resentful look.
Several ancestors squatted beside Mu Lao. They all stretched their heads to look at Song Yizhi's angry look, and then they just thought that the little girl was so cute.
"Isn't this a happy ending?" Mu Lao said cheerfully.
Song Yizhi curled his lips, "That's all thanks to a few teammates, but if I'm the only one, I'm sure..."
"You can definitely blow up the mission location." Mu Lao interrupted Song Yizhi.
Seeing Song Yizhi's dagger, Mu Lao said cheerfully, "That senior brother of yours gave me a lot of thunder bullets, right?"
Speaking of thunder bombs, several ancestors immediately thought of the scene when this little girl used thunder bombs to fry fish when she first arrived.
The usually peaceful back mountain suddenly heard a loud noise, instantly awakening their bad memories!
Immediately, they were all ready to pack up their belongings and run away.
When they used their consciousness to take a look, they saw a little girl with pigtails holding a thunder bomb to fry the fish. The fish did not explode, but they were covered in water.
Seeing the pretty little girl with her lips pursed and a look of grievance and confusion on her face, these old guys were both angry and funny.
Later, with their unanimous acquiescence, this little girl became the neighbor of these old guys.
Song Yizhi glared at Mu Lao, "There will only be vegetarian dishes later!"
"You little girl!" Mu Lao suddenly became anxious, "Didn't I just tell the truth? No, no! It's been so long since I've eaten the food you cooked, no!"
Song Yizhi turned his head and remained silent.
The ancestor who was squatting next to Mu Lao turned around and said to Song Yizhi, "Little girl, we have to talk about business."
If we keep chatting like this, we will forget about the real thing.
Song Yizhi looked at the ancestor and said politely, "Yes."
"His surname is Yu Qiu." Mu Lao introduced the old man who just kidnapped him.
Song nodded with a branch and said, "Ancestor Yuqiu."
(End of chapter)
