Zhutian: From Douluo, the illusion becomes real

Chapter 528 527. Red Lotus (I)

Ye Qingcang didn't mind traveling with Han Fei.

Just like Han Fei didn't mind traveling with him.

They all have trouble.

They are also well aware of each other's troubles.

One is the trouble from Luowang.

One is the trouble from the night.

Although the night is nothing in front of Luowang, Han Fei can only fight with the night within the rules of the game, but Ye Qingcang can give full play to his abilities in the infinite space without rules.

Therefore, the degree of difficulty is actually the same.

Because of this, there is no question of who dislikes whom.

Laugh at fifty steps and laugh at a hundred steps.

After thinking about it carefully, I decided to give up.

……

……

……

Left the tavern.

Out of the woods.

The desolate scene gradually came into view.

The two horses walked slowly along the official road, passing by the small village.

Take your time.

leisurely.

Just like their respective owners.

Han Fei rode on the horse unsteadily, holding a wine pot in his left hand and a skewer of grilled fish in his right hand. He looked at the delicious grilled fish with astonishment for a long time. After taking a bite, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Brother Ye, I really believe what the shopkeeper said just now... You can take things out of thin air in a moment. To be honest, are you a god who has descended to earth?"

"You believe this too?"

Ye Qingcang smiled and asked back.

Han Fei also laughed.

Sometimes, being too smart is not a good thing.

A lot less guesswork fun.

However, Han Fei's emotional intelligence is sufficient, and can even be called extremely high. Even if he encounters a sentence that he cannot connect with, he will not let the atmosphere cool down, let alone a sentence like this: "That depends on the definition of immortals... Immortals in the eyes of the world are completely different from immortals in the eyes of the powerful. I just don't know whether you are an immortal in the eyes of the world or an immortal in the eyes of the powerful... Moreover, immortals in this world are divided into true and false. There are very few true immortals, and fake immortals are everywhere. True and false, fake and true, who knows which is true and which is false?"

So chatting.

Before I knew it, I had entered the village.

The crows at the village entrance were startled.

This in turn alarmed the other crows in the village.

They flew up in layers, circling, and screaming like announcing a death. They were like dark clouds covering the sky, sizing up the strange combination of three people, two horses and a trailer as they entered the dead little village.

The sound of horse hooves seemed extremely harsh at this moment.

It also seems particularly powerless.

However, these screaming crows had no intention of attacking people or vehicles. They just circled in the air for a while, and suddenly, as if stimulated by something, they split up and scattered in all directions. The original formation was immediately disrupted, and many crows fell down and hid in various corners of the village. As time went by, there were more and more crows, and they would only cry out occasionally, as if to indicate that they were still alive.

Seeing this scene, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief.

Patting his chest in a funny way.

He said to himself, "I thought they were eyeing the grilled fish in my hand..."

Jingwei silently pressed his thumb.

He pushed the Jingwei sword, which had been unsheathed half an inch, back into the scabbard.

Hello.

She had no intention of helping Han Fei.

He also had no intention of helping Ye Qingcang.

But the crows' cries are too annoying.

In order to clear one's ears for a moment, it is reasonable to use murderous aura to intimidate this intelligent bird.

And after such a little episode.

Han Fei's speaking frequency also decreased significantly.

I don’t know if it’s because I don’t want to disturb the crows again or if I’m just not in the mood.

Anyway, in Ye Qingcang's opinion, the latter is more likely, because any patriotic person would not be in a good mood when seeing one of the villages in his country is so desolate and uninhabited.

especially……

"Ok?"

From afar, he saw two ragged children, who looked like siblings, standing by the road, holding a handful of beans and sharing the food. Seeing a stranger coming closer, the older girl subconsciously hugged the younger boy in her arms and looked at herself and the tall horse under her crotch with horror. Han Fei was unusually silent, and his eyes flickered unconsciously.

I squeezed the horse's belly with my legs. The white horse stopped obediently.

Of course, the earth and stone warhorse beside it was still walking silently, maintaining its original frequency, pulling the trailer forward step by step, even though its creator was looking at the people on the scene with interest, waiting for the plot to develop.

"How do I get to Xinzheng?"

Han Fei asked even though he knew the answer.

His eyes have regained their calm.

It's hard to see through his thoughts.

"Follow this path."

"Just keep going forward."

The girl, who looked about six or seven years old, timidly raised her hand and pointed forward, then quickly held down the head of the boy, who looked only three or four years old. The desire in her eyes was almost overflowing, but she still lowered her head, not daring to look at the grilled fish again.

Unexpectedly, the grilled fish was handed to me!

"This is the reward for showing the way."

"Take it."

Seeing the girl was dazed and at a loss.

Han Fei changed his target with a normal expression.

He stuffed the bite-sized piece of grilled fish into the little boy's hand.

Then he patted the horse's back.

The white horse under his crotch immediately understood what his master meant.

Quickened the pace slightly.

Caught up with the carriage which had not gone far.

That was the trailer where Ye Qingcang sat, pulled by a horse made of earth and stone.

Han Fei also got to see Ye Qingcang again.

Show your hands.

He laughed at himself: "It's just a toll..."

“Do gods need to pay tolls?”

Ye Qingcang teased in a humorous but somewhat incoherent tone.

Han Fei couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

He even subconsciously defended himself: "Brother Ye, I'm not a god. It's normal for me to pay the toll. Are you making fun of me?"

"At least in the eyes of those two children."

"You are a deity."

"What a fairy."

"The kind that grants whatever you ask for."

Ye Qingcang took a big detour, and it was not until this time that his true intention was revealed.

Han Fei instantly understood the meaning.

It’s just that for Han Fei, he would rather not be such a god.

"The gods and immortals have had many surnames since ancient times."

"It shines a light on all people in the world."

"The common people seek stability, while the merchants seek sudden wealth."

"Bureaucrats seek a future, emperors seek longevity."

"You will become a kind of person and satisfy the wishes of the people you want to be. Then you will become a god in the eyes of the people you want to be. It doesn't matter whether it's true or not."

After Ye Qingcang finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and looked at Han Fei.

The four of them looked at each other.

There are few secrets to be kept.

He spoke word by word, "Brother Han, I wonder what kind of immortal you plan to become... or what your future ambitions are?"

"To be honest, I am a person..." Han Fei did not look away, but kept staring at Ye Qingcang, but he still habitually said self-deprecatingly: "I am soft-hearted and greedy. I can't bear to see others suffer...so I want it all!"

"Do you want them all?"

Ye Qingcang smiled.

Repeated Han Fei's answer.

Immediately, he answered himself: "That's good...but this road will be difficult to walk!"

"Which road is the easiest?"

Han Fei pointed at his feet.

He pointed forward again.

He said meaningfully, "We can't just stop here because it's hard to go, right?"

(End of this chapter)