In the northwest of the magnificent and spectacular Yunyang City, a place called Yinjian Village, Zi Yan was walking with this man named Zhitian, talking and laughing along the way.

However, the so-called talking and laughing, in fact, the only one who has always been happy along the way is Zi Yan, perhaps because of unexpected escape from death, perhaps because of her natural pleasure, or because she suddenly had a "blood-fusion" "husband" falling from the sky, and was also "proposal". In short, she looked like a bride on the next day of her wedding, with a rosy face and light steps lingering around the road ahead and behind the sky.

"Zi Yan? Is it possible that as a human race, one must keep talking to maintain his anger from dissipating?" Zhitian asked Zi Yan humbly, but from his expression, he asked this question not because he was troubled by Zi Yan's squeaking words like a cute little bird, but just regarding this state as a "passive skill" that a human race must have.

"Huh? Am I talking nonstop? Why? No matter how, I'm a girl's house. If I keep talking nonstop, wouldn't I become like the Aunt Wang in the village?" Zi Yan was not sure that she was talking all the way when facing Zhitian's question!

"Aunt? Can the human race be sublimated to the level of cultivation of the 'aunt'?" Zhitian's simple and eager desire for knowledge was enriched by Zi Yan's answers and answers questions along the way, but it was specifically referring to "Zi Yan's worldview"...

"Well..., there are still many people in the village, like Uncle Li and his family of four, who rarely speak. For example, when calling me a name, they always call me the word "Zi". According to them, too much words will lose the true energy in their body! So, whether they speak or call them, they are very short!" At this time, Zi Yan crossed her fingers and placed her waist behind her, looking at Zhitian, while walking backwards.

"I remember, you seem to say that you are cultivating immortals?" Zhitian asked.

"Yes! My ultimate goal is to become a female Chinese and English saint!" Zi Yan made her declaration with great ambitions.

"Thank you Zi Yan. After listening to your detailed explanation, I finally understood that there are two ways to choose from the human race's cultivation path, and what you choose is to become an "aunt". I think with your current speaking skills, you should be considered an amazing monk, right?" Zhitian was still discussing with Zi Yan as if he was studying.

"When you say this..., why, I feel like I'm praising me at all, hum!" After being asked like this, as if she was innocently ridiculed, Zi Yan pouted her mouth angrily and made a gap. It seemed that she was determined to change her job to the faction that would not reveal her "true energy".

"Haha, it seems that the human race is quite interesting. No wonder Pangu, who dissipated, made me choose here through "no". Zhitian felt that the human race girl in front of him was quite friendly.

"Hey, Zhitian, what exactly is the 'no' you always say? Why do I hear it as if I was in a fog and I didn't understand at all?" It seemed that Zi Yan didn't stop at it in the end and continued to "leave" her anger.

"In my opinion, 'nothing' means 'nothing', that is, it does not flow or change, but it can stand on time and light, jump back and forth and exist."

"Oh, I still didn't understand..." It seems that Zhitian's explanation did not make plain Zi Yan understand.

"Then, if you say this, 'no' means no time. Once you enter 'no', unless you are a person with the destiny of heaven with the foundation of quasi-Heaven, you will always be still in that space because of the non-flowing time and will never be able to escape." As he said this, quasi-Heaven suddenly waved his fingers, then struck his fingers in front of him, and began to observe Zi Yan.

"Okay, then I understand that you are saying that you have nothing, and you come from a very poor place. But since you are going to propose marriage and have no betrothal gifts, it is not sincere enough, right?" It seems that there is a human-god gap between Zi Yan and Zhitian, but it has no effect on her continuing smooth communication at all. It is incredible...

"Between? It turns out that a contract with the human race requires a betrothal gift. I'm so sorry, I didn't know in advance." Zhitian apologized for his omission in etiquette.

Zi Yan looked at Zhitian's sincere pupils, her appearance and figure were so beautiful. The most important thing was that she had been sincerely proposed by Zhitian and "bleeded" with "blood" before. So as an innocent girl, she didn't care too much about betrothal gifts. She looked at Zhitian who sincerely apologized and only asked a few questions she cared about most: "So Zhitian, if you really want to get married with me, then you have to tell me seriously! Do you really like me? Well, will you never leave me and stay together forever?"

Zhitian seemed to feel Zi Yan's serious heart, so he stopped and gently placed his hands on Zi Yan's slender shoulders. He looked at her and said solemnly: "Zi Yan, the contract I made with you is decided by whether I like or not. But because fate made me meet you, this is a destined fusion, so only you, I will never leave you until I find the true meaning that Pangu is looking for with you!"

When Zhitian said the oath so seriously, what Zi Yan understood in his mind was - "Zi Yan, my love for you has long surpassed the state of likes and dislikes. It was fate that made me meet you, only you, and everything destined in my life. How long I want to blend with you in my life, and only you, I will never leave you forever. This is the blessing Pangu wants to give us!"

Although many parts of this affectionate oath were composed of Zi Yan's girlish brain-supplement method, the promises were indeed what Zhitian wanted to express, so she continued to be moved by Zhitian without any obstacles! The two of them were still communicating in such a tacit understanding.

"Ah..., you suddenly said these to me, I, I..." Zi Yan was completely moved by Zhitian. Some touching tears were faintly revealed in her eyes. When she wanted to come, let him go for the betrothal gifts. If she could really do this in this life as Zhitian said, then there would be no regrets in this life!

The human-god generation gap continues to interpret smoothly...

"By the way, Zi Yan, since you are cultivating qi, who is your master?" The two of them walked for a short distance in "silent love", and the calm Zhitian thought of some questions.

"Oh! You should think carefully. Since you are going to come to propose marriage, you should tell you first. My master is amazing. He is a golden immortal! I will take you to see him later. You have to perform well!" Zi Yan's heart was pounding. Of course, she was also a little worried about how her master would react if she suddenly proposed marriage...

"Golden Immortal... If humans can have such cultivation, they must be a person with a firm will. I will treat each other with courtesy." Zhitian continued to talk with male thinking.

After a while, the two of them unknowingly walked to a cliff ten miles outside Yinjian Village.

On this hillside, looking into the distance, you can clearly see the spectacular Yunyang City, which is designed with great Feng Shui, represents the crystallization of human wisdom and will.

Although Yinjian Village is located in the northwest of Yunyang City and is far away, this majestic city can still see its magnificent landscape even on this hill thousands of miles away due to its huge city, bright architectural colors and plain terrain.

"It turns out that tens of thousands of years later, the human race has such a grand scale and skills. It seems that Pangu's intention is indeed far-sighted." The sky is also amazing about the current beautiful rivers and mountains.

"Okay, OK, Zhitian, come on, I'll take you to see my master now!" It seems that Zi Yan couldn't wait to introduce this "husband" who came from somewhere to her master.

Zi Yan leads the sky wherever she goes, it is not prosperous or solid. No matter how you look at it, it is just a very sloppy and dangerous thatched hut.

"It seems that your master is worthy of being a master of the world. He can practice alone in such a place far away from the fireworks of the world!" And Zhitian has a unique insight.

Then, Zi Yan happily pulled Zhitian into the dilapidated thatched house, which could barely be called the reception hall.

"Master! Look, this person is called Zhitian. He is a strange man I met today, and he saved me. But now he is here to come to propose marriage. That, in short, don't be too picky about others!" Zi Yan said very kindly to the front.

"Zi Yan, who are you talking to?" Seeing Zi Yan talking to the empty room made Zhitian quite curious.

"Of course it's Master. You don't say hello, really!" Zi Yan pulled Zhitian to her side with all her strength and pointed at the seat in the house.

Now Zhitian understood that the master she was talking about was actually a skeleton on the seat in front of him! But when he confirmed that the simple human girl in front of him seemed to have not noticed anything strange at all and was still talking to the skeleton affectionately, Zhitian felt a strong feeling in his heart for the first time.

It was an indescribable feeling, mixed with affliction, helplessness and sadness... After all, in the memory of the past tens of thousands of years, the powerful Pangu had never had this feeling - a chill from the bottom of his heart and a sigh of distress.

"Ah——! Pangu, why does the son of destiny have such a situation? How uncomfortable is this feeling! Is this the clue you have always been eager to pursue?"
Chapter completed!