The sword is the devil

Chapter 1093 Thinking carefully and fearing [Double request for monthly tickets]

The yard was still the same as when he first came here. It had not been taken care of for a long time and was a bit messy; Bai Qingqian hadn't come back here for many years, and even the mortals who entrusted him to take care of it had left several times. As a gift, even if it was returned to the blind old man, now he comes back as a loan, right?
very messy.

Hou Tiao returned to the place he was familiar with, but there was no abnormality of the five elements, and it became a real hermitage.

He practiced step by step on his own every day, and then he would take a leisurely walk around the city at the end of the year, and occasionally passed the strange stone tablet;

He found that Luo Yewang's father and mother did not leave, and Zhao Xintong also did not leave, which made him sigh with emotion, which monk has no curiosity in his heart?Just like himself, would he leave without knowing why?
If he didn't create a chance to meet them, with his current ability, if he didn't want them to bump into him, he would definitely not be bumped into by them; just like the blind old man, if he didn't want him to bump into him, he would definitely not bump into him.

After a month of such a leisurely life, everything is calm, and there is no news from Taoist Qiushi in Tianxin Pavilion, but he suddenly has a new hobby, going to teahouses to drink tea.

Apart from flower shops, teahouses are the most popular places in the city at the end of the year. This is also the way of life of the people at the end of the year.

Of course, he is not obsessed with drinking tea. What really attracts him is the storyteller that exists in every teahouse. This is not a special product of the city at the end of the year, but the standard equipment of teahouses all over the mainland.

No storytelling, no teahouse.

The content of the storytelling is all-encompassing, the past history, biographies, talents and beauties, grievances, strange aspirations, ghosts and gods, of course, there are also essential cultivation stories in the mainland, and the struggle for orthodoxies ebbs and flows.

The most popular thing recently is the Human-Monster War, including Yingtai Wanli Attack, Lanshan Desperate, Zhenbei City Attack and Defense, etc., the real and the fake, the fake and the real, mixed together, coupled with the ridiculous understanding of ordinary mortals about cultivation, it is He fabricated stories of heroes who were shocking and weeping ghosts and gods, in which he was actually the protagonist and was sung by others.

Of course, in the story, he is no longer him, he has become a strange man ten feet tall, blue-faced with fangs, and extremely strong, he can shake his head when he hears it; he can't come forward to explain, otherwise he will be drowned by countless spit die.

The fictional him is more convincing than himself.

There are many stories, not to mention other aspects, the stories about self-cultivation are even more mouth-watering and make people laugh. Real practitioners don't take it seriously, they just think it's hogs screaming.

What attracted Hou Tiao was a very partial biography of a fairy called Feng Shen Yan Yi.

It is about a story with no age, no time, and no place. It is a fictional story, and it is deeply involved in the so-called fairy court; it goes without saying.

Needless to say, it was a down-and-out scholar who was full of food. In order to make a living, he messed up his limited official understanding, guessed cultivation knowledge, specious historical fragments, inexplicable racial disputes, etc. Crushed and crushed the last pot of half-baked hodgepodge.

It is filled with all kinds of childish understandings, full of loopholes, confused ideas, no distinction between gods and immortals, unknown heaven and earth, and the setting of so-called saints. I don’t know what it is?
In this world, the True Immortal Taiyi and the Golden Immortal of Daluo are like dogs crawling all over the ground, Feng Bo Yu Shi, Lei Gong and Dian Mu are everywhere. , if the wind blows, it means Uncle Feng opens his wind pocket, and the thunder means that Lei Gong is beating the drum there...

This kind of imagination is really speechless, basically similar to the initial understanding of the world of a few-year-old child, illogical and nonsensical.

However, he has to admit that this is a good story, at least everyone loves to hear it, even he, who is already considered a very accomplished practitioner, loves to listen to it.

Because there is a very attractive conceptual thing in it: measuring robbery and conferring gods!
Ordinary people may not have an accurate understanding of this, they just listened to a lively, pure entertainment; but it was a little scary to Hou Tiao's ears, even though he didn't know the upper level of the cultivation world, only the golden core level could There will be a start on the way of practice, and there will be countless hurdles in the future. Nascent Soul, Yin God, Primordial God, Yang God, Half Immortal, Immortal, the levels are too different.

But vaguely, he felt that such a concept seemed to be a subversion of the high-level people in the cultivation world?
why?An insignificant mortal storyteller in a small teahouse, holding a book of ghosts and gods written by no one knows who wrote it, and started to complain. There are such profound metaphors in it, it is unbelievable.

If you think about the baby seal list in the sea of ​​flowers in Tianxin Pavilion, and then think that the baby seal list may be just a cover, but the real thing is in the small words that Zhao Xintong guided him to read: Heavenly soldiers are rising steadily!
If he were the author of storytelling storybook, he would dare to assert: the Conferring of the Gods has begun!

But he still can't understand at all, what is robbery?How to measure?what is godHow to seal it?
Is Tianzu a position in the future Conferred Gods?A lowly pawn in the heavenly court?who is he?Who is Jiejiegao?
His brain exploded because he felt that he had vaguely touched something, but he didn't dare to think about it, he didn't dare to ask, and there was no one to ask!
If all this is true, what is Tianxin Pavilion?terrible.

But it may not be true, if only in terms of probability, this is a possibility that the probability is infinitely close to zero.

You can't scare yourself, scare yourself out of courage, even if there is even the slightest possibility, it seems that he shouldn't be the one who is worried, right?It should be those high-ranking half-immortals and real immortals who do his work.

He felt that he was a bit of a soldier, probably because he had thought too much recently?Need to consider so much?Gu Hao is right in front of his eyes, he is now a golden elixir, his eyes only need to look at Yuan Ying, no matter how far he looks, what's the use of seeing, even if he sees a fairy, what problem can he solve?
Keep hinting to yourself, comforting yourself, trying to stop thinking about those distant troubles, this is also a kind of mental adjustment, it is the basic skill of practice, a skill that every monk must master.

In the world of self-cultivation, this is the best way to deal with inner demons, otherwise, if you think about things, you will scare yourself into a villain sooner or later.

However, he still has the habit of listening to books. He feels uncomfortable if he doesn’t listen to a paragraph every day. Every chapter and chapter, he is one of the few masters of golden alchemy in mainland China. Immerse yourself in the rhythm of the story with the mortals around you.

If you don't use your brain, the story is not bad?
(End of this chapter)