From the fake emperor to the concubine

The village chief responded subconsciously, but when he looked at Zheng Yi, there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

After all, Zheng Yi is now a cultivator. Although he understands that Zheng Yi must be thinking about his grandfather when he came back this time, the difference in status makes the village chief inevitably have some concerns.

"The village chief saved my life. After returning to Wangjia Village, there is no immortal anymore. I am still the same child as before."

Zheng Yi smiled faintly.

After hearing this, the village chief laughed out loud.

The slight sense of strangeness between the two quickly disappeared after a few words.

After some pleasantries, the village chief asked, "How long do you plan to stay this time?

Now that you have become an immortal, you cultivators have a wider world to explore. There is no need to stay in this small place like Wangjia Village.

People still need to go out for a walk.

At worst, you can come back when you've walked enough, and you won't regret it for the rest of your life."

The village chief said with emotion.

Zheng Yi smiled slightly.

He has traveled a lot and seen a lot of the world.

Sometimes it feels different to stop.

Seeing that Zheng Yi did not respond, the village chief did not blame him.

In the eyes of the village chief, Zheng Yi has always been very mature and full of mystery.

"The village is what it is today, thanks to you."

The village chief was silent for a moment and then spoke again.

Zheng Yi chuckled and said, “Wang Xing can do it alone without me.”

The village chief shook his head and denied: “Without you.

His family would not let him go to Qingyun Sect alone.

Without the Qingyun Sect, where would the world of immortal cultivation come from?

Without the Immortal Cultivation World, how can the village become a place favored by the immortals?"

No matter what era, what most ordinary people value most is stability.

The village chief's words made sense, so Zheng Yi reluctantly accepted his compliment.

The days that followed in Wangjia Village passed neither fast nor slow, and time just passed by one by one.

period.

The two went to the roster office and signed for another year.

Zheng Yi is now in the middle stage of Qi Refining. Even if he does not sign in again in the next few years, he can still make Wangjia Village enjoy the reputation of cultivating immortals.

The county government office.

Although the county lord was sitting in the main seat, he looked at Zheng Yi and Wang Xing respectfully.

He thought to himself: How come this small Wangjia Village could produce two extraordinary immortals at once?

Zheng Yi had no intention of talking further with the official of Qingshui County. After saying a few perfunctory words, he got up and left. Wang Xing also found it boring, so the two of them left one after another.

The county magistrate still saw them out respectfully.

however.

Just as they were about to leave Qingshui County, the ground suddenly shook in the distance and the sound of dense footsteps came like thunder.

When we looked again, we found that the gate of Qingshui County was tightly closed. Outside the county, a large number of refugees poured in like a tide, surrounding the place tightly. It was obvious that someone was inciting the refugees to rebel.

On the city wall.

Zheng Yi folded his arms across his chest, looking at the refugees below with an indifferent look and no sympathy at all.

He turned to look at the county lord beside him and asked softly, "Can Qingshui County be defended?"

"Master Zheng, rest assured, it will be safe! These refugees are just ignorant people. Let the practitioners in the county take action.

They will naturally disperse.

Without a leader, they can no longer act so arrogantly. "

The county magistrate said with full confidence.

That's right.

In Qingshui County, Zheng Yi and Wang Xing are not the only practitioners, and there is more than one immortal village, Wangjia Village.

However, it is common sense that most of what the common people know are things at the grassroots level.

Zheng Yi nodded slightly and had no intention of getting involved in the matter.

The leader of the refugees below shouted loudly: "Open the granary and release the grain! If you don't release the grain, we will break through this city, kill you, the dog official, and hang your head on the city gate.

Let's expose him to the sun for three days and three nights!"

Facing these refugees, the county magistrate sneered and waved to the archers on the city wall.

"Whoosh whoosh".

Arrows rained down on the refugees below, causing many casualties among them.

After a period of stalemate, practitioners in the county town rushed over.

Most of them were at the first and second levels of Qi Refining. There wasn't even one at the third level, let alone the middle level of Qi Refining.

After all, this is just a small Qingshui county town and does not have much appeal to high-level practitioners.

After many practitioners arrived.

Feeling that Zheng Yi's spiritual power was far superior to that of everyone else, and seeing that he had broken through to the middle stage of Qi Refining at such a young age, they guessed that he had an extraordinary background and came to Zheng Yi.

He greeted the senior respectfully: "I, a layman from Qingshui County, greet you, Senior!"

Zheng Yi glanced at them and said, "Do what you should do."

"Yes, senior!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Soon, these practitioners at the first and second levels of Qi Refining used spells such as fireball and golden light talismans, and soon captured the leader of the refugees who had been clamoring just now alive and brought him before the county magistrate.

At this time, the county magistrate was still the parent official of Qingshui County on the surface.

But I know in my heart that I am no longer the one in charge.

The leader of the refugees was brought forward and saw the county magistrate, Zheng Yi and others.

Not only did he not beg for mercy, but he also cursed loudly: "Bah! You dog official, and you cultivators who are helping the tyrant, the immortal master, the immortal master, are all bullshit!
I will be waiting for you on the road to the underworld sooner or later!"

Zheng Yi ignored the refugee leader's shouting and cursing, and just looked at the county lord next to him and asked, "What should we do?"

The county magistrate hurriedly replied respectfully: "In response to the immortal, according to the law, he should be beheaded and hung on the city wall for three days to deter the evildoers.

Maintain the long-term stability of Qingshui County. "

Zheng Yi said expressionlessly: "Since there is a law, then we should follow it."

Zheng Yi just finished speaking.

The leader of the refugees was beheaded by the people around him, and then his body was hung on the city wall.

Seeing this, the refugees below who were originally planning to make a comeback immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

From beginning to end, Zheng Yi was like a bystander, watching everything quietly, as if he had no empathy at all.

As Zheng Yi and Wang Xing left, the county lord finally had the opportunity to walk up to several practitioners and asked in a low voice: "Is there anything extraordinary about this immortal from Wangjia Village?
Why are the immortals so respectful to him? "

The county magistrate didn’t quite understand it before, but he knew how to judge the situation.

The other independent cultivators looked at each other and said with a mocking smile, "That senior is likely to kill all of us by himself.

Such a senior is not worth mentioning in this city.

Even within that state or county, there must be a place for it.”

"It's so true!"

The county magistrate's pupils shrank, and then he felt heartbroken. He really didn't expect that the second immortal from Wangjia Village would be so powerful.

but.

He secretly rejoiced that there was still a chance.

On the way back, Wang Xing looked conflicted.

Seeing this, Zheng Yi said, "If you have something to say, just say it."

"Fellow Daoist Zheng Yi, did we go too far just now?

After all, we were almost like refugees before. "

Wang Xing said hesitantly. Strictly speaking.

They were not refugees before, but just farmers, but they did face the risk of becoming refugees.

Wang Xing was not overly sympathetic; he simply saw reflections of his own past in these refugees.

What he actually sympathizes with is his former self.

Zheng Yi saw through Wang Xing's thoughts from a human perspective at a glance, and said slowly: "But this is the easiest way to deal with it."

He looked at Wang Xing again.

He gave a gentle suggestion: "If you can't bear it, you can go back and tell the county magistrate.

The county magistrate can contact the wealthy families in the city and set up porridge stalls at the city gate without reporting to the prefecture. This will at least prevent these refugees from starving to death for the time being."

Wang Xing looked at Zheng Yi and said apologetically, "Daoyou Zheng Yi, I still think I should do this. This way I will feel better."

After saying this, Wang Xing looked solemn and turned to walk towards Qingshui County.

soon.

He came to the city wall.

He met the county lord and several other practitioners and told them his request.

did not expect.

None of the people in front of him refused. Instead, they all praised him: "Friend Wang has a kind heart like a bodhisattva. You will definitely gain more merits!"

"Friend Wang, this is a very good idea. We have never thought of it before."

"By setting up porridge sheds, refugees have a ray of hope. Qingshui County no longer has to kill people like this, which is against the harmony of nature.

"Don't worry, Brother Wang. Not only our fellow practitioners, but also the wealthy families in the city and the officials and landlords outside the city will contribute their efforts."

Everyone spoke cheerfully, and seemed willing to give out some of their gold, silver, and jewelry to help the refugees outside the city.

Looking at everyone's expressions, Wang Xing felt uncomfortable and something was weird.

"Thank you very much."

Wang Xing said in a low voice.

Following Wang Xing's departure.

The other practitioners around had complicated expressions, but in the end no one cared too much.

"It seems that Daoist Fellow Wang and Daoist Fellow Zheng Yi are both good people."

"It's always better to be a good person than a bad person, and we can get more benefits."

Even the mortal county magistrate was less respectful to Wang Xing than before.

The degree of respect a person has for another person often depends on the degree of harm that person is able to cause to him or her.

When this level increases, respect will evolve into awe; when it decreases, respect may turn into contempt.

This is where the complexity of human nature lies.

but.

They quickly recalled Zheng Yi's previous actions and understood what had happened.

The truly merciful one is Wang Xing.

And the one with stronger strength is Zheng Yi.

In their eyes, they would not do anything that they consider "stupid".

Good thing, just a different way of saying it.

……

Zheng Yi strolled around the village chief's yard.

A drizzle of rain fell, and the raindrops gathered into a small puddle in the palm of his hand.

Zheng Yi's eyes were clear, and he murmured to himself: "I will not pluck a hair to benefit the world. A gentleman will not do anything."

gradually.

His mood became increasingly calm, as if the world was unkind and all things were regarded as straw dogs. In his eyes, there was not much difference between all things.

This kind of state of mind is what one should achieve when cultivating immortality, and is the key to making oneself stronger.

If you only place your hopes on others.

The fate of such people is as uncertain as duckweed, and they can only be at the mercy of others. It is really pitiful.

"Forget it, our time in Wangjia Village is almost up."

Zheng Yi and Wang Xing bid farewell to everyone and prepared to return to the Wang family in Piaomiao Mountain.

……

at this time.

Outside the county town of Wuling County above Qingshui County, Bai Mochen, the young master of Wuming Villa, returned.

That night, there were lightning and thunder, and a sudden white light appeared.

He was covered in blood and had a blank expression on his face.

Holding a dagger tightly in his hand, he cut off his uncle's head in front of everyone.

He held the head in his hand, looked at the guests at the banquet, and said coldly: "From today on, Wuming Villa belongs to me, Bai Mochen. Who is in favor and who is against?"

Wuming Villa fell into turmoil again, but it did not end there.

In the next few days, the young master seemed to have gone mad, and tried his best to investigate the previous case. He collected all the witnesses and evidence one by one.

to this end.

He offended many forces in the states and counties.

Originally, these forces were planning to join forces to wipe out Wuming Villa. However, after meeting with the young master of the villa, all the small actions against Wuming Villa and the counterattacks from various forces disappeared without a trace.

This incident naturally alarmed the immortal cultivators in Wuling County.

The prefect of Wuling County came to the edge of Taiye Lake. The lake was rippling and backed by the top of a mountain. There was still some spiritual energy here, which could meet the daily practice needs of cultivators.

The county magistrate bent over respectfully and waited outside the attic.

In the attic, several immortal cultivators in the middle stage of Qi Refining were carefully examining a Soul Attracting Pill, feeling the spiritual energy surging from it.

One of them suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, and he understood in his heart: "This must be something from the Piaomiao Mountain King's family.

Their spiritual power is like floating white clouds, so they have this Sky Cloud Spiritual Power Attracting Spirit Pill, which is also a signboard for their Wang family outside. "

The other immortal cultivators nodded and praised him.

When the county magistrate heard these words outside, he understood in his heart that Wuming Villa seemed to have really hooked up with an immortal cultivator, and that the realm of this immortal cultivator seemed to be comparable to those distinguished guests from Wuling County.

The conversations between the several people were passed back and forth.

"Let's leave it at that."

"After all, there is still a strong man in the Foundation Establishment Realm in the Wang Family of Piaomiao Mountain."

This incident might just be a member of the Wang family acting in the name of the family.

They don't want to be provoked easily.

“Mr. County Magistrate, you still need to guard against arrogance and impatience.

If your nephew is arrested, he is arrested. He is not your biological son anyway."

“If it involves your relatives within three generations, we will take action and will not forget your daily support.

We dare not easily offend the laws of the court or the senior in the court."

"Understood, fellow immortals."

The prefect of Wuling County sighed, then slowly turned around and left.

However, the many immortal cultivators in the attic didn't care about his feelings at all. The gap between ordinary mortals and them was too big.

……

One month, no more, no less.

After resolving the hidden dangers in the villa, the young master of Wuming Villa rushed to the mountain temple as soon as possible and has been waiting here for six days now.

Zheng Yi and Wang Xing were still nowhere to be seen.

This made the young master inevitably worried.

All kinds of random thoughts kept popping up in my mind: "Could it be that the two immortals have left?
After all, all I can do for the two immortals is to present that book of magical skills to them."

"Impossible, the two immortals are definitely not such people.

If they really wanted to take it away, with my current level, I was no match for them. They could just take it away directly. Why would they bother to tell me so much?" (End of this chapter)