After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 4 Hesitation
The income this time is the silver taels that were hard to come by for a year before setting up a stall, plus the share that the pharmacy shop has not sent yet, Song Jingmo can be said to be quite rich, and the things he worried about before can be regarded as some protection, but Song Jingmo has no way. happy.

She thought that she and Mr. Song depended on each other for life, and they were the most trusted existence in each other.

But in the past few days, she discovered that Mr. Song had secrets one after another.

Song Jingmo didn't ask, and Mr. Song didn't mention it either.

There was actually another part of the conversation that day.

Mr. Song asked her why she wanted to set up a stall.

Song Jingmo would not lie, so he told the truth.

"I have to save some money to support your health. If you get sick in the future, you will have money to treat you."

Mr. Song was stunned for a moment, patted Song Jingmo on the head, and said angrily: "I am a spiritual practitioner, what disease can't be cured by myself?"

"Then what if it can't heal by itself?" Song Jingmo raised his head and asked.

"If it doesn't get better, it's fate." Mr. Song smiled, and took out a handful of fruits for Song Jingmo to eat as if by magic.

"Then what if you want to change your fate?" Song Jingmo asked without going to get the fruit.

"Change your life...you have to pay a huge price to change your life."

"You little girl, don't think about messy things. Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal, and there are definite numbers."

"If you change it hastily, you will have to suffer whether it's a blessing or a curse." Mr. Song seemed to have remembered something, and his aura weakened.

Song Jingmo took a piece of fruit for Mr. Song to eat, and said nonchalantly: "Just do what you want, don't force what you can't get, and don't even try to reach out for my things."

"Little Whale, do you want to become a spiritual practitioner?"

"If I can cultivate, I will cultivate. The strong are respected. If I don't bully others, it may not mean that I won't bully me."

"It's not a big deal if you can't cultivate spirituality. It's good to live in a small place without worrying about food and clothing." Song Jingmo said nonchalantly.

After speaking, he couldn't help but diverge his thoughts in the direction of the question.

If she could practice spiritual cultivation, would something be different?
A powerful spiritual cultivation can destroy a city by one person. If she can practice spiritual cultivation, she can at least have some ability to protect herself.

But she has no talent for spiritual cultivation.

"Don't you think you can't cultivate if you don't have the talent for spiritual cultivation?" Song Jingmo sat on the threshold, a little worried.

"Spiritual cultivation is not the only way to practice, and there is still martial arts in a farther place."

"Spiritual cultivation is to introduce spiritual energy into the body for cultivation, while martial arts is to temper one's body like a forging tool, but spiritual cultivation is the mainstream, and martial arts is extremely difficult to break through the shackles of the blood and flesh." Old Master Song shook Song Jingmo slowly. The rocking chair he made, said slowly.

"It is said that a long, long time ago, there was a martial artist who became holy in the flesh, smashed through the void, and went to a continent with more abundant aura."

"The monster race has a unique talent on the road of martial arts. Most of the monster race's physical body is stronger and more powerful than humans, and they can advance faster by taking the road of martial arts."

"The monster race is usually aggressive. In constant battles, they eat flesh and blood rich in energy to restore their physical strength while tempering their own physique. The monster race with high bloodlines is a treasury for walking, and the spiritual cultivation of the human race is also for the monster race. Great tonic."

Although Songjiazhuang is located in a desolate land with barren aura, it is still a rare place far away from disputes.

The wasteland lacks resources, and there are big monsters haunting it. Few spiritual cultivators go deep into the wasteland, let alone make a special trip to this small Songjiazhuang.

Mr. Song shook his rocking chair, watched the sky darken, and his thoughts went back to a long time ago.

Back then, he picked up Song Jingmo, who was still a baby girl, by the water.

He had also heard of the great demon Tuogu before, and he was a little at a loss when he actually met him.

The big demon's remnants sent the cubs in the eggshells to him through the water.

Mr. Song and the big demon Cannian made a heart demon oath.

Mr. Song couldn't disclose the child's bloodline to the outside world, so the big demon gave Mr. Song a fortune.

That good fortune is invisible and intangible, and it will appear when he is going through the catastrophe.

It seemed that Mr. Song was at a disadvantage, but Mr. Song didn't value that good luck. What he valued was that this child was destined to be with him.

He is good at divination, and even if the child had a catastrophe, the water would take her life.

As the blood of the great sea monster, how could he be buried in ordinary waters?

Mr. Song suspected that his hexagram was wrong, so he immediately made another calculation.

The hexagram shows that the cub lying in the eggshell and smiling at him in front of him will not live to be 20 years old.

20 years is just the beginning of adulthood for ordinary human beings, and better times are yet to come.

He still wanted to do another divination, but the first two fortune-tellings had connected the two people's fortunes together, and the third forceful fortune-telling caused him to suffer a lot of backlash.

Tuogu's big demon has an extraordinary bloodline, he was originally the overlord of the sea area, his roots are unknown, and he accidentally obtained the Beast Orb that no matter what race is so coveted.

The Beast Bead can command the beasts whose spiritual wisdom has not yet been developed, can purify the spiritual energy, and is also the top healing holy product for the monsters.

There is another rumor about the Beast Orb.

That rumor is the root cause of the madness of all races.

It's ridiculous to say that a rumor that doesn't know the truth has brought about the murder of a big monster that no one would dare to provoke on weekdays.

No matter how powerful the bloodline is, no matter how tyrannical the strength is, it will be in vain when confronted with endless pursuit.

The big demon used up his last spiritual power to send his youngest child away from the battle circle, and he detonated the demon pill himself and died with the pursuers.

Things are over here.

The Wanshouzhu that caused the dispute is nowhere to be found.

Whenever he recalled this incident, Mr. Song couldn't help but sigh.

The temperature dropped, and the cool air in the evening made Song Jingmo sneezed, and was rushed back to the house by Mr. Song to add clothes.

Mr. Song sighed again.

It was clearly the cub of a big demon, but its blood was sealed tightly, and its physique was even weaker than that of ordinary human children.

He concealed the truth about Xiaojing's inability to practice spirituality, and for Xiaojing, is it really for her?

There is no problem with being ordinary, but what if instinct becomes a dazzling existence?
The big demon's blood seal can't be undone by Mr. Song, who is also a big demon. Even if there is a way, untiing it rashly will make Song Jingmo, who is still a cub, a fish on the case in the eyes of everyone.

So in recent years, Mr. Song has been divining many times and traveled all over the wasteland in secret. All the arrangements are just to resolve Song Jingmo's death.

His time limit was imminent, and suppressing his cultivation delayed the catastrophe. Few big monsters could survive the ten thousand years of thunder and calamity.

Mr. Song wanted to leave after Song Jingmo's 20th birthday. At that time, he was resigned to life and had no regrets.

But with his current state, I don't know if he can survive until that day.

It is extremely dangerous to consume resources for divination and compete with local monsters in the wilderness for resources. Mr. Song knows that he has so many hidden wounds that he can't even count them.

There may be a glimmer of life by turning into a dormant body.

He has always pretended to be an ordinary spirit, and now his real strength is almost the same as that of a spirit.

If it drags on any longer, there is no possibility of surviving the thunder disaster.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and it was Song Jingmo who came out of the house wearing a coat.

"The stars are so bright tonight."

"That's the Star Clan celebrating the birth of a new member of their clan." After covering Mr. Song with a soft blanket, Song Jingmo moved a stool and sat aside.

The stars are shining, and the shadows of the old and the young are close together.

No matter how many secrets there are, they are still the closest relatives.

(End of this chapter)