Prehistoric: My mythical Daluo was exposed by my sister Daji

Chapter 1,484 Funeral a dragon, giving you the most beautiful funeral

"Is what Guo Li said true? Do you really know Her Majesty the Queen? How did you meet? Why did you never tell me? Li

Yuan comforted:

"Don't be so excited, don't you know me?

Huang Rong asked doubtfully:"When did we know each other?"

Li Yuan reminded:"You can see it every day." Huang

Rong understood what Li Yuan meant and rolled her eyes speechlessly:

"Can you please stop making such jokes in the future? If others find out that you asked Xiao Sizi to pretend to be His Majesty, they will be careful to sentence you and Xiao Sizi to the crime of gross disrespect."

Li Yuancong picked up the novel and started reading it, and said:

"believe or not."

Huang Rong:

"Don't be too busy reading novels. You haven't told me yet, why is this wind chime the ultimate innate spiritual treasure?"

"Is there any need to ask why? Didn’t I tell you a long time ago?"Li Yuan was reading the novel and talking to Huang Rong.

Huang Rong:

"Of course, if the wind chime on the door curtain is really the best innate spiritual treasure, this, is this incredible? I'm afraid only the legendary saint can be so heroic. Li

Yuan said calmly:

"If the saints you are talking about refer to the Three Pure Ones and the Second Saints of the West, they are not so heroic."

Huang Rong's face couldn't help but twitch crazily when she heard this.

She just felt that Li Yuan's words were getting more and more outrageous! He even dared to look down on a saint.

Who do you think you are, daring to look down on the supreme saint who is respected by all living beings in the world!

She I really want to get into Li Yuan’s head and see what secrets are hidden in Li Yuan’s mind!

……

Yang Xianwen.

An extremely ordinary person living in Linpu County in Xiantang.

Yang Xianwen is now 190 years old, but his cultivation level is only at the early stage of refining energy and becoming a god.

Moreover, he has been stuck in this realm for eighty years.

Based on his cultivation, his current age is equivalent to an ordinary person living to eighty or ninety years old, and he is not far from death.

Yang Xianwen also felt this. He had a premonition that he was afraid that his time was running out.

Because during this period, he was lethargic and had a loss of appetite. After walking a few steps, he found it difficult to breathe.

Even using the exercises could not improve his condition. Instead, he found it very difficult to perform exercises.

He understands that his potential is almost exhausted.

Feeling that time was running out, Yang Xianwen couldn't help but start to recall the past often.

But after recalling the past, he found that his life had been a failure, and he felt that he had no sparkle at all.

He has no talent in cultivation, so that even at 190 years old, he has only practiced to the early stage of refining energy and becoming a god, which is useless.

He is not good at cultivation, nor is he good at studying, so he cannot improve his status through passing the exams.

Also, he is not a business person.

Over the years, not only did he fail to make a fortune, but he also managed his originally well-to-do family into abject poverty, with only a few acres of land left to survive.

He felt that he was really unworthy of the ancestors of the Yang family. Ashamed of his own son.

Yang Xianwen couldn't help but feel heartbroken when he thought of his son, Yang Zhi.

His son is the one with the highest cultivation talent in the Yang family for several generations.

Not only was he selected into the junior training school for free, he was also successfully promoted to the intermediate training school.

Originally, back then, if Yang Xianwen had been able to buy Yang Zhi a magic pill, Yang Zhi might have been able to enter the Xiantang Advanced Cultivation Academy from the intermediate training school.

It's a pity that because Yang Xianwen didn't even have the money to buy a God Transformation Pill, his son was only a few points short of being admitted to the Advanced Cultivation Academy.

This is the eternal pain in the hearts of Yang Xianwen and Yang Zhi.

Yang Xianwen always felt sorry for his son.

And Yang Zhi often complains about his father, why can't he help him at all?

This made Yang Xianwen even more uncomfortable.

He felt that he was really a failure as a father.

My own life is also a life of failure.

Even if I really die one day, I'm afraid it will be just like the weeds on the roadside, no one will care!

How wonderful it would be if I were the first generation, or the second generation of a famous family!

Why can Guo Juxia, as a civilian, be the chief arrester of the Six Doors, but I can't?

Why are the gaps between people so big?

Yang Xianwen was unwilling to give in!

When he thought about his failed life, his originally cloudy eyes couldn't help but become darker and duller.

Why can't I be happy for once in my life?

Even just once?

…… this day.

Yang Xianwen sat in a daze in the yard of his home

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

At this moment, he suddenly heard a ringing sound coming into his ears.

Yang Xianwen opened his cloudy eyes and followed the sound.

He saw a young man wearing a black robe, ringing a bell and heading towards the place where his home was. The young man came up.

He looked to be in his twenties, neither tall nor short, with an ordinary appearance. He was holding a bell in one hand and a black flag in the other.

Although the other man was dressed as a Taoist priest, he had an inch of hair.

It looks a little weird. What

's also weird is that the words written on the black flag held by the other party are not the common"iron-fingered divination" or the common"wonderful hand to rejuvenate", but"funeral attire, fog, one dragon"!

What does this mean?

Could it be that this strange Taoist priest specializes in performing funerals for people after death?

Just when Yang Xianwen was wondering, the strange Taoist priest suddenly stopped in front of the fence outside his yard, and then looked straight at Looking at Yang Xianwen.

Yang Xianwen seemed to be a little restless and didn't know why.

Suddenly, he thought of his physical condition, and when he thought of the words on the strange Taoist priest's black flag, his heart moved.

Yang Xianwen suddenly stood up from the chair tremblingly, He asked the strange Taoist priest:

"Taoist priest, why are you looking at me like this?"

The strange Taoist priest said calmly:

"Because I see the aura of death in you, I feel that you should need me."

As he spoke, he shook the black flag in his hand slightly, as if to remind Yang Xianwen to read the big words on it.

Yang Xianwen said in surprise:

"Can you really tell I'm going to die?"

The strange Taoist priest smiled faintly:

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be here. Yang

Xianwen said with emotion:

"I admire Taoist Priest's business ability!"

He's not dead yet, and the other party is here to solicit business. He really admires it!

But he also feels a little weird.

Zhao Zhiyi accepted Yang Xianwen's compliment calmly.

After all, there is a system reminder to know who is about to die. Yes, it’s simply not too easy.