The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 151 People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.
Ten days later, Yunding City, Hongquan Restaurant.

"Snapped!"

The storyteller slapped the tree hard: "Continuing from the last chapter of the book, I just talked about the young hero Zhang Jingyuan yesterday. I discovered that An Qingxian, a shameless old thief, indulged the three demon kings of Canglang Demon Mountain to attack our Yunhua New City. So I decided to save the building from falling, and try to turn the tide. As soon as I took action, the sword light shot out, covering the sky, and the monsters fell from the sky one after another. And guess what, this monster only had a wound the size of a grain of rice on its forehead. , even blood..."

However, just as the storyteller was speaking in full swing and the audience was intoxicated, Zhao Mingyang looked at the sumptuous table in front of him, unable to cut his chops for a long time, and his face became increasingly ugly.

After tearing off the wings of a yellow-level demonic beast, the Wind Chaser, Zhang Jingyuan threw it into Zhao Mingyang's bowl and groaned: "What? I don't like this meal being delicious, or are you tired of hearing this story?" Already?"

His mouth was filled with Storm Chaser thighs.

"Let me tell you, I've been disgusted by what I said for a long time. None of this is right. It was a bit exaggerated at first, but the more I heard it, the more exaggerated it became. What does the monster attacking the new city have to do with me..."

Zhang Jingyuan spit out a slender leg bone, glanced around, and complained softly.

Ever since that day, when he killed An Qingxian and revealed what An Qingxian had done, Yunhuaxing was really in a state of excitement. It would not be an exaggeration to say that there were talks in the streets, lawsuits were filed, and the city was full of turmoil and opinions.

As for the storyteller, the long-dried inspiration gushes out like rain from the sky.

Since he left Yanyang City eight days ago, in almost every restaurant he went to, the storyteller was telling jokes about him.

As for why, I have to be careful even when I complain about myself.

Of course, it was because when he complained before, he was almost beaten by the enthusiastic audience around him. This group of people did not allow him to speak ill of Zhang Jingyuan at all. They even almost beat him into the Anqing Xian Party, who was also a demon cultivator, and wanted to arrest him. yamen.

He even said that Zhang Jingyuan was just a Qi-refining monk, how could he kill a Foundation-building monster like mowing grass, but those people still didn't believe it, insisting on saying anything, Zhang Jingyuan could kill even a Foundation-building perfectionist like An Qingxian , why can't you kill the foundation-building monster like mowing grass?
As a result, he was really at a loss for words and could only find an opportunity to sneak away.

It’s just crazy!
Of course, as the place where this big incident happened, Yanyang City was even crazier. During the two days he stayed in Yanyang City, people came to his door to send flowers, fruits, and banners all day long. Those who didn't know, thought he died gloriously for Yunhuaxing and Yanyang City.

If that's all, that's it.

The key point is that some people are bold enough to go into his house. Among them are women in their 20s and 80s, and their eyebrows are like distant mountains with daisies, and their eyes are like the waves of autumn water. It is really a pair of eyes that cut the autumn water, and no matchmaker is needed to marry with the spring breeze.

And the most amazing thing is that these people also like to pretend to be snail girls. After arriving at his house all day long, they just clean, wash and cook without saying a word.

But the problem is that there is only one person in his family, the snail girl, and there are at least 20 or 30 people in his family. In addition, the snail girl left after cooking and washing the clothes, but these people, as if they were afraid that he would not see it, moved away one by one. Don't leave.

So he decided to leave, leave immediately, as far away from Yanyang City as possible. If he stayed at home any longer, he was afraid that when he got up in the morning, there would be ten or eight people lying on the bed, and then he would have two Even if I open my mouth ten times, I can’t explain clearly.

To be honest, this hero has done nothing before in his previous life, and the things he has done are even more earth-shattering than this time, but he has never enjoyed such treatment.

Zhang Jingyuan didn't know something. He had indeed done countless earth-shattering things in his previous life, but at that time, he was at least a Golden Elixir monk, and there were several girls from ordinary families who dared to go to the door of a Golden Elixir monk's house to cause trouble. of.

Besides, if you haven’t seen any of the Jindan monks, how can you care about their meager qualifications?

But this time it was different. Although he killed An Qingxian, on the surface he was still a sixteen-year-old Qi Refining monk. These girls did not dare to disturb the Golden Pill monk, but they ran to the Qi Refining monk's house. Still have the guts.

It is not unusual for a Qi Refining monk to marry a mortal girl.

The most important thing is, if Zhang Jingyuan is blind for a moment, or if he is young and angry, if something comes up and he can't control it...

Of course, they didn't dare to expect to be a real wife, but even if they were a concubine, wouldn't it mean that they would have hundreds of years of glory and wealth?

It's true that people are afraid of being famous just as pigs are afraid of being strong.

"Brother Jing, I never tire of hearing what the storyteller said, but this meal..."

Zhao Mingyang shook his head. He also came down from the interstellar dragon eight days ago. Only then did he learn that Zhang Jingyuan was going to kill An Qingxian. When he was sweating for Zhang Jingyuan in his heart, he was actually a little proud.

It was his brother Zhao Mingyang who saved Yun Hua Xing from danger and killed the Great Perfection of Establishment in a posture of refining Qi. He was proud and had a bright face.

"What's wrong with this meal? Is it bad? Let me tell you, just this plate of Braised Windchaser would cost me three thousand spirit coins. If not..."

However, before Zhang Jingyuan finished speaking, Zhao Mingyang said, "If I hadn't died soon, Brother Jing wouldn't be willing to bring me here to eat, would you? Brother Jing, thank you for your kindness. You will bring me here for these eight days." I’ve eaten so much, I’ve never thought of eating in my life, and I’ve traveled so many cities. And since my parents are taken care of by you, I’m actually dead with no regrets. Just tell me directly. How many more days of good life are there for me to be a sensible person?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I brought you out with the intention of making you mend. After all, the demon cultivator took you to practice puppetry, and it did hurt your origin. But to be honest, if you don't commit suicide If you do, you can live to be 180 years old, no problem at all."

Zhang Jingyuan really didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this time. He said that in the past few days, he obviously felt that Zhao Mingyang's food was not as delicious as the first two days. He thought that what he took him to eat was decapitation rice.

The reason why he would take Zhao Mingyang out for a walk and eat all these delicacies.

In addition to what I just said, it is mainly to avoid Qingjing and Zhao Mingyang's current physical needs. More importantly, his body needs supplements now, and he also needs to take supplements in large quantities!

You know, the spiritual power in his body increased to the mid-level foundation building level that day. He didn't mention it just when he wanted to. If he mentioned it, he would have to pay a heavy price.

Basically, it can be said that his internal organs, strange meridians, and countless acupuncture points have all been affected by this abundant spiritual power, and they almost exploded.

It was like it was just a gurgling creek, but suddenly a flood broke out and washed away suddenly. The amount of water surged. How could the river bed of this creek be able to withstand it.

It can be said that after that day, he looked inside himself and found that his body was like a silicone doll after being exposed to the sun. There were cracks and cracks everywhere. It was really terrible. Otherwise, if he was willing to eat this, he would be almost A meal worth a spiritual stone?
In fact, his miserable situation is unprecedented in this world, let alone unprecedented, but it is also extremely rare. In this world, there are many monks who have signed blood contracts with spiritual pets, and I have never seen anyone do it. Be like him.

There is no way, his situation is too special, first of all, Zhang Meifeng's realm is much higher than him, and how can an ordinary monk sign a blood contract with a spiritual pet that is so many times more powerful than himself?
Most of the spiritual pets signed by monks were lower in strength than him, or at the same level at most, unlike him, who directly signed a terrifying existence that was similar to his previous life. As a result, even if Zhang Meifeng is as angry as a gossamer and has only a little spiritual power left, it is still twenty or even thirty times the spiritual power in his body now.

In addition, even if most monks borrow power from their spiritual pets, their spiritual pets will control it and prevent the host from draining them dry.

But Zhang Meifeng was so good. After signing the blood contract, she didn't care about anything and immediately fell asleep on the sacred sycamore tree. She is still unconscious, let alone controlling the input of spiritual power.

Moreover, Zhang Jingyuan suspected that even if Zhang Meifeng was not asleep, she would not be able to control the complicated operation of spiritual power input.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that he practiced the Five Qi Chaoyang Jue, his spiritual power would have been very solid and he would have laid a solid foundation.

Just the spiritual power that Zhang Meifeng instilled in him could burst him alive.

"Really? Brother Jing, you didn't lie to me?"

Unexpectedly, he could get such an answer from Zhang Jingyuan, Zhao Mingyang said overjoyed.

"Who lied to you?"

Zhang Jingyuan said angrily.

But even though he said that, Zhang Jingyuan still sighed softly in his heart.

The magic cultivator's puppet technique is to stimulate the full potential of the subject, and its effect is several times more domineering than the life-burning pill. After all, there are some elixirs in the life-burning pill to improve the user's strength, and it does not all rely on the monk himself. .

Therefore, even if he only practiced the puppet technique once, Zhao Mingyang's origin was also injured, just like a good person who just got a serious illness and died soon without any warning.

After this incident, Zhao Mingyang's future life span has been greatly affected. Whether he can live to be 120 years old in the future is probably a matter of course. However, the most important thing is the impact on his practice.

If there were no special opportunities, Zhao Mingyang would never be able to become a foundation-building monk in this life.

After drinking and eating, Zhang Jingyuan and Zhao Mingyang strolled on the streets of Yunding City. Zhao Mingyang looked at Zhang Jingyuan, who was hesitant to speak.

"If you have something to say, you have to fart."

Zhang Jingyuan took a bite of the candied haws and said directly.

Zhao Mingyang scratched his head in embarrassment: "Actually, it's nothing. I just suddenly thought that I don't think I'm suitable to become a monk and explore some path of cultivation."

"Originally, I am very self-aware about this, but what happened to Sister Mei Hong made me think, can I try to practice, what if I can succeed?"

"But the facts have proven that I didn't even take the first step, and ended up dying in the middle. If it weren't for Brother Youjing who spared no effort to save me with the magic elixir, I might have been trained into a puppet."

"This……"

Zhang Jingyuan was just about to say something to comfort Zhao Mingyang when he was interrupted by Zhao Mingyang.

"Brother Jing, let me finish. If it's just me being trained as a puppet, that's fine. But if my parents and you are harmed because of this, then I will die forever."

Speaking of this, Zhao Mingyang couldn't bear it anymore, and two tears flowed from his eyes.

These days, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became. He even wondered if he could have avoided this disaster if he had listened to Zhang Jingyuan honestly.

But then he thought about it and realized that it was just him who didn't encounter anything. Once something happened, it was over. He really didn't have the ability to solve these things and turn danger into disaster. .

Hearing this, Zhang Jingyuan wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, they only turned into a faint sigh.

To be honest, as a monk, your life may become magnificent, possess many things you never had, and see countless unseen scenery, but it probably has nothing to do with happiness.

Just like money, having money is good, but does having money really make you happy?
Just like a rich man in his previous life, Brother Sanshi once said that the happiness brought by money is not even 5%.

This is of course pretentious, and it is almost the same as another rich man saying that he does not love money and is not interested in money.

But a long life will inevitably bring a deep sense of loneliness. Watching the relatives, lovers, and friends you once knew die of old age one by one, completely leaving you, as if you are the only one left in the world. At that time, it was indeed uncomfortable.

The reason why some Dao Lords like him would rather stay on the front line all the time is because he would rather be fighting and killing all the time. In this case, his life can still have some meaning.

Otherwise, you can really only live this life in vain and do nothing.

This is also the reason why monks with high realms often like to retreat.

"Let me tell you a dream I once had, about you and me. In the dream, I soon became successful in cultivation. Then, under my guidance, you also embarked on the path of cultivation, and you also I know that you are not talented enough, but you work very hard, so at the age of eighty, you succeeded in building a foundation, and became a rising star in Yunhua Xingjie..."

Zhang Jingyuan spoke eloquently like the storyteller before.

It's just that the storyteller exaggerated and dramatized what really happened, while he told the story of what really happened in the past life in the form of a dream.

In addition, he did not say that Zhao Mingyang encountered a demon cultivator in the fifth year after establishing the foundation, which led to his death, nor did he mention that Zhao's mother almost cried out of her eyes when she sent a white-haired person to a black-haired person. Instead, he said that Zhao Mingyang had a smooth journey. I encountered many opportunities and actually became a golden elixir monk.

(End of this chapter)