Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11091 Enough Life

The small space of Yaowang Sect.

"An Bai, your puppet is out of control."

After walking for a while, three humanoid bronze puppets suddenly ran out from a yard on the side and attacked them. After having to separate them, Mickey shouted a few times.

"Sorry, the newly made bronze puppet has not yet been marked... It's not perfect."

Mo Anbai came out of the yard. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were dirty, and she looked a little disheveled.

"it's okay no problem."

Mi Qi waved her hand, looked at Mo Anbai and said, "Are you okay? Make sure you get some rest."

She noticed that Mo Anbai didn't look well, and it was obviously because he was overworked.

"Recently, my puppetry technique has hit a bottleneck and I have been unable to break through it for the time being. I am very anxious. Sigh..."

Mo Anbai sighed twice.

She was indeed a little anxious.

"Would you like to go out for a walk and relax?" Mickey suggested.

"Let me think about it."

Mo Anbai looked hesitant. She still had important things to do and didn't have the energy to hang out.

"Then you go ahead and do your work. I'll take Uncle Long Mo and Master Hua to meet Long Jingshan." Mi Qi said.

"Look, I locked Long Jingshan up there. He was locked up alone. I didn't let him stay with anyone else."

Mo Anbai pointed in a direction.

There are two people who are held in solitary confinement here, besides Long Jingshan, there is Kapil.

"it is good."

Mickey nodded.

Not long after Mo Anbai returned to the courtyard, Mickey brought the Dragon Demon Jiao Feilong and Hua Lingqi to the place where he was imprisoned.

This was originally the place where the Yaowang Sect imprisoned disciples who had made mistakes. The various facilities here have not been damaged after thousands of years because the formations were engraved on them.

Long Jingshan was leaning back on the bed, with black iron shackles on his wrists and feet. His eyes were slightly closed and he looked listless.

"Long Jingshan, do you still recognize me?"

After opening the iron gate outside, Jiao Feilong walked in alone with his hands behind his back, while Mickey and Hua Lingqi stayed outside waiting.

"Dragon Demon, what's the matter?"

Long Jingshan slowly opened his eyes, his voice slightly hoarse.

Of course he knew Jiao Feilong; the two had dealt with each other more than once.

"Thinking back to the time when you first came to Bozhou and the battle we had on the mountaintop, it seems like it was right before my eyes. At that time, you were full of vigor and energy, and you had the aspiration to swallow the sky. But now, you are old, broken, and your spirit is scattered. Isn't it a pity?"

Jiao Feilong said.

"Don't mock me. Every horse stumbles and every person makes mistakes...Man proposes, God disposes. I admit defeat. If you want to know something, just ask directly. But whether I tell you or not is up to me."

Long Jingshan's tone was flat, and his emotions did not fluctuate.

Being caught and imprisoned was not the reason for his depression; rather, all the energy in his body had been sucked away, with no hope of recovery; this was the reason for his loss of spirit.

"The roots of the Southern Witch Cult are all in the land of Nanyue. How can you possibly enter the Central Plains? Since the time of the First Emperor, thousands of years have passed. When will the barbarians in the four barbaric lands truly be able to enter the Central Plains?"

Jiao Feilong said in a sincere tone.

"We don't want to rule the Central Plains. We can only take back the things that belonged to the Witch Clan." Long Jingshan shook his head.

"Few people would believe this. Elder Canaan has established branches in Da Qi, Da Liao and other countries. People from the Southern Witch Cult are active everywhere. In ancient times, although the Witch Clan was very powerful, its sphere of influence was only in Bozhou and it did not enter the Central Plains."

Jiao Feilong sneered.

He knew that there were several factions within the Southern Witch Cult, but no matter what others thought, Elder Canaan, who was currently the most powerful elder in the Southern Witch Cult, must be coveting the Central Plains.

"I personally have no interest in Zhongyuan."

After saying this, Long Jingshan shut up. He didn't want to argue, and he couldn't argue with Jiao Feilong because what Jiao Feilong said was the truth.

"Let's not talk about the Central Plains, let's talk about this Wu Sect..."

"The demise of the Wu Clan is related to the Tiansheng Demon Cult, and the Tiansheng Demon Cult is clearly in collusion with demons. This cannot be denied."

Jiao Feilong said.

"That's true. We in the Southern Witch Cult have definite evidence. The Witch Cult was destroyed by the Tiansheng Demon Cult and the demons. The Witch Ancestor was also killed by a surprise attack."

Long Jingshan nodded. These were facts that did not need to be concealed.

"The irony is that as the world changes, those demons cannot adapt to it and perish. The demons that can barely survive are also greatly restricted and their power is greatly reduced. They are no different from the last breath."

Jiao Feilong sneered.

In the past, the demons tried their best to control the entire world, but a great change in the world made the demons' plans fail. The nature of the great change in the world was related to the fact that the demons themselves had caused too much damage, which was like shooting themselves in the foot.

"The Witch Clan has perished, but what remains should belong to our Southern Witch Cult."

Long Jingshan said slowly.

"I know what you want. You want the elixir that matches the little Xiantian Golden Pill."

The corners of Jiao Feilong's lips curled up.

"This is not a secret. Among us, the Grandmasters who rely on the Small Innate Golden Pill to advance, who wouldn't want one? You yourself don't rely on the Small Innate Golden Pill, so of course you don't care."

Long Jingshan admitted it frankly.

There was nothing wrong with admitting this. Anyway, he didn't find the elixir in the small space of the witch gate, and all his plans failed.

"That can't be helped. I didn't use the Little Innate Golden Pill. This is luck."

Jiao Feilong laughed.

A grandmaster who has not used the small innate golden elixir is indeed a little stronger than a grandmaster who has used the small innate golden elixir, but whether he can do so depends on the word "luck".

When they were just one step away from becoming a grandmaster, all they lacked was an opportunity, and the chance required for this opportunity was extremely rare.

Jiao Feilong also achieved success after experiencing major changes in his life and feeling devastated. He burned his energy and spirit in desperation and finally broke through the desperate situation.

Long Jingshan was a little stronger than Jiao Feilong at the beginning, but he did not have such life experience, so later on, he had to use the small innate golden elixir to complete his promotion.

These masters who used small innate golden elixirs to advance usually restrain their internal strength and try not to use their master's power. It is often difficult for outsiders to see their true strength. This is not a trick on their part, but a helpless move.

"Dragon Demon, you don't have to come here to mock me. Now that I'm in your hands, you can do whatever you want. It doesn't matter. I've seen everything in my life. I've lived enough."

Long Jingshan coughed twice gently. His face was a little pale and his lips were bloodless.

"Have you really had enough of living? Ru Niang, you don't care anymore?"

Jiao Feilong said softly.

"What Ru Niang..." Long Jingshan looked bewildered.

"Don't say you don't know him. Since I can say this name, you should understand." Jiao Feilong said.