My talent is resurrection

Chapter 214 Whoever buried me, I invite you to drink a pot of wine
The border city became more and more lively these days.

Because there are too many people.

There are monks of three religions and nine streams from all over the world.

Some came to the frontier with great ambitions to kill demons, and some took advantage of the intensified war at the frontier to make money.

The border city is also a hodgepodge, all comers are not rejected, the main thing is that you have the ability to kill enough monsters, then the trivial crimes committed in the city, as long as they do not involve human life or anything harmful to the world, then all can be written off.

This is also the reason why Fu Hai forced Chen Jiu to learn boxing, no matter how unwilling Chen Jiu was, no one in the city came out to take care of him.

Because Fu Hai killed enough monsters.

Since Fu Hai came to Bianguan City Jiazi years ago, there are a total of six celestial beings, dozens of Nascent Souls, and countless Jindan and others.

Only in this way can he be qualified to force Chen Jiu to learn boxing.

There are no more than five monks with the same achievements as him in the border city.

They happened to be the five people standing at the top of the city.

And because of this rule in the city, the monks are more casual. For example, if you have killed enough demons, as long as you are not afraid of retaliation when you go back to Tianguang Prefecture, you can point at Yuanying's nose and yell.

Nascent Soul can talk back, but can't do it.

Once they make a move, those celestial beings in the city who usually sit idle and have nothing to do will be happy to do so.

However, if the Nascent Soul has made great achievements, then take a little action to teach Jin Dan a lesson, and a little injury will not be punished.

So in the city, as long as you are willing to kill demons and kill a lot, then you are the uncle.

Cultivation is bullshit in front of achievements.

Even Fu Hai once said in front of all the monks, "No matter what your state is, as long as you kill more monsters than I do, then even if you point my nose at me and scold me, I won't retaliate, let alone strike. Just be scolded obediently!"

It's a pity that there are really few who can kill more monsters than him.

The ones who killed more monsters than him were nothing more than the Heavenly Venerables of the Taoist Temple and the saints of the Academy.

There is also a Shanshuilang who has refined the world here, who is considered to be in harmony with the mountains and rivers of this border.

This is also what Fu Hai admires most about this person.

After all, Guanchengchi here is not a good landscape.

And once they get together, they will be like the gods of the mountains and rivers here, and they don't plan to leave.

If the city falls, the mountains and rivers will not be there.

Then no one is there.

Shanshui Lang.

There must be mountains and rivers.

The other two were two sword cultivators who killed more monsters than Fu Hai, and one of them was the yellow paper old man.

These five people are regarded as the ceiling of the city, occupying the top five in the city, they are not seen on weekdays, and no one makes fun of Fu Hai.

There was only one yellow paper old man who liked to taunt Fu Hai whenever he had nothing to do. Whenever he saw Fu Hai, he would come running over with a narrow smile on his face.

"Yoyo, isn't this Fu Hai, a body repairer? I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you so annoying?"

What can Fu Hai say?

After all, he was no better than the yellow paper old man in killing monsters, so he naturally lowered his head, and couldn't say anything to refute when he was ridiculed, he could only roar angrily.

"roll!"

Then Fu Hai slipped away by himself, otherwise he would stay where he was, and he might be made fun of by the yellow paper old man.

But the yellow paper old man didn't mean anything malicious, the relationship between the two of them in Bianguan City was good, and they would meet up for drinks together when they had nothing to do on weekdays, and when they were happy, there would be endless words. Perhaps they are the only ones who can talk the most, are the most approachable, and don't put on airs.

The old and spicy monks who have stayed in the city for a long time also like to joke with them the most. It is interesting and not restrained. You don't need to have so many scruples, and you are as comfortable as joking with friends in peacetime.

Now that there are many people in the city, it is natural that there are mixed eyes and constant disputes.

In the past few days, Fu Hai has reduced his guidance on Chen Jiu's boxing techniques, and only asked him to learn by himself.

Fu Hai really has nothing to teach.

Chen Jiu's boxing has reached a hurdle, reaching the bottleneck of ordinary martial arts masters.

However, to break through this bottleneck and develop a set of boxing techniques that belong to one's own, it takes a very long time to accumulate, and even requires a moment of enlightenment under the blessing of breaking the boundary.

And even with Chen Jiu's talent, he might be stuck for a long time.

This is a normal thing, otherwise it would be too outrageous.

And if you don't condense your boxing intentions and comprehend the way of boxing, even if you can break through the realm, your foundation will not be stable. In this way, the Nascent Soul will be someone else's Jindan realm, and heaven and man will be someone else's Nascent Soul realm.

He became the most disdainful fake Nascent Soul, fake heaven and man in the whole world.

What's the point?
So what Chen Jiu needs most now is accumulation.

This has to be done slowly.

Fu Hai is not in a hurry, just let Chen Jiuxian punch every day.

Just wait.

Waiting for the moment when Fu Ruxin arrives.

Chen Jiu hadn't gone out for half a month, and he didn't know about the sudden increase in the number of people in the city. He just felt that it was much more lively outside, but he was busy practicing boxing, so he didn't go out to see it.

In addition, Lin Tao seems to have not been back for half a month. When she came back last time, she took away her medicine box and said that she was going to live in the small town for a while, and then she would come back.

The donkey strolled around the city every day, and now he has become brothers with those low-level monks on the city. He shouted Sanqueyi and played a table of mahjong on the city if he had nothing to do.

The five rat coins that Chen Jiu gave it at the beginning were also won by the donkey, and they were broken into six.

Although it's a lot of money, but after a few days, he can win a piece of money, which almost makes the donkey laugh.

Those low-level monks are also boring, just have fun, and don't care about winning or losing. Even after the game is over, the donkeys are often treated to drinks that are far more than this rat money.

When the donkey ate the wine, he would also recite the blessings of these monks, and vowed: "When I become a general, I will let you be my front generals."

Several low-level monks looked at each other, puzzled.

"Is this only one cup?"

Why did you get drunk so quickly?

The donkey is familiar with these low-level monks who are dawdling in the city.

Also good.

After all, these monks are not the kind of thieves.

Most of them are ordinary people who are tired of fighting and killing in the outside world, and have ulterior motives. They come here to kill monsters in the closed city and seek peace.

They are all carefree people.

If one day he accidentally died on the battlefield, he would be killed by those monster beasts.

Then the mourners just take the coffin under the bed in their home and bury it in a tomb.

The rest of the money is for the funeral of the brothers.

There is also a jug of good wine under the bed.

Absolutely the best wine a dead monk can buy.

After all, he helped him arrange the grave, so he must treat him to a pot of good wine, right?
Most cities have this habit.

Some houses even have jugs of good wine hidden under the beds.

He opened his mouth, but most of them only took a small sip.

They are all left behind one by one.

Not willing to drink.

Do not want to drink.

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PS: I moved a few days ago and was too busy to write or update.

(End of this chapter)