My villa is open to all worlds

Chapter 240 Will Dissipates
There was constant noise in the restaurant, but many people looked at it with sarcasm.

They wanted to know why this countryman came to Yan Chixia, could it be to cast down demons?
Hehe, during this period of time, not to mention that this villager came to invite Yan Chixia, the new magistrate and officials from all over the country came to invite Yan Chixia to be an official. , who doesn't want to be a subordinate who doesn't bully and meddle in other people's business?
It is said that the world is in chaos and monsters and ghosts are invading. Yan Chixia, a famous knight-errant who is famous all over the world, will definitely be able to frighten all ghosts.

However, Yan Chixia was unmoved. She drank spirits in restaurants for several months, drank them when she woke up, vomited after drinking, and continued to drink after she vomited. color change.

High-ranking officials did not want to invite Yan Chixia, and Qin Chuanhou, the great prince of the Qin Dynasty, came to invite Yan Chixia, and wanted Yan Chixia to be a housekeeper to resist the rumored invading monsters.

The buttocks seem to have taken root without moving halfway, even if high-ranking officials and dignitaries come to invite you, you don't even raise your eyelids. Can you, a villager, invite you?
These days, no one has come to invite Yan Chixia to subdue the demons and solve the predicament, but in the end there is still no movement?
The celebrities in Qinyang City said that Yan Chixia is not dead, but her heart is dead, and now she is alive like a walking dead, please don't move.

Quietly, many people began to place bets.

They were betting whether Yan Chixia would make a move, talk to the village man, and look up at the village man.

The atmosphere of sarcasm permeated the restaurant, and pairs of cold and mocking eyes stared at the village man coldly, completely lacking the previous intention of mourning for the rise and fall of the world, the indescribable sarcasm on this face.

Seeing that Yan Chixia didn't pay attention to him, and the drinkers around were still drunk, their eyes were full of malicious intentions, Yan San straightened up with some fear, his eyes kept staring at the ground, and he was cautious after a while He said: "You are the hero Yan, right? When you passed by our township, I saw you from afar. Thank you for eliminating the evil spirits in our township!"

Yan San stammered, he didn't read many books, and he had never been to such a magnificent restaurant, so he was very nervous, but it caused a burst of laughter from the people around him, ridicule and sarcasm.

He was a little at a loss, didn't know what to do, pinched the hem of his clothes and continued talking about what he had seen Yan Chixia before, and he said something like awe and admiration, he stuttered.

The people around sneered without hesitation, looking at this village man with yellow mud on his fingernails, there was some disdain in his eyes.

Even this villager from the countryside dares to enter this restaurant?
This is Yangtianlou, one of the best restaurants in Qinyang City. During the daytime, dignitaries, talents, and knights of the rivers and lakes are gathered for banquets. A plate of green vegetables costs one tael of silver. This village man can’t afford to buy a plate of land for a year. Vegetables?

Coming here is simply an insult to their eyes. If it wasn't for watching a play, they would have been driven away long ago!
Yan Chixia ignored Yan San, and drank the strong wine with a heart like ashes, her whole body was filled with the stench of alcohol.

Many drinkers smiled and offered the money they won from betting, because Yan Chixia didn't pay any attention to this person, and didn't even look at him.

Cheers and boos rang out, this monster-like scene made Yan San tremble a little.

He didn't know why the distorted faces of these upright and noble-looking scholars and rich people were so terrifying, as terrifying as the evil ghosts mentioned by the village elders.

Seeing that Yan Chixia ignored him, Yan San anxiously knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Hero Yan, I came to you because I had no other choice. Our Sanli Township was brutally slaughtered by monsters. Many horrifying little monsters ravaged the village. A large number of villagers who fled were killed. I was lucky enough to escape for a while. Jie, I hope you can help me avenge this great revenge, for those innocent lives that died!"

"I beg you, Great Xia Yan, please avenge the tens of thousands of innocent lives in my Sanli Township, I beg you, I really have no other way to ask you for help!"

boom!
Boom!

The sound of Yan San's heavy kowtowing sounded, hitting the floor with a crisp sound, which attracted many people to laugh at him coldly.

These days, it's not that no one has come to ask Yan Chixia for help, but it's useless, this person is already dead, and no matter how much she asks, she won't do anything.

Since the day of Qin Shouli's death, perhaps Yan Chixia, who is famous in Qin, has already lost half of her life, and the remaining half of her life has slowly withered in these days until she died.

Yan Chixia drank silently, ignoring the ridicule around her and Yan San's request.

Subduing demons and exorcising demons?

Hehe, he has been doing this for so many years, what is the use in the end, isn't it still reduced to this point, the magistrate who pleaded for the people was tortured to death, and their dedication to maintain the peace of Qin land for many years was abolished .

No matter how many demons and ghosts you kill, you can't beat a foolish king's random state policy.

What's more...

A trace of sadness and death flashed in Yan Chixia's eyes.

As a cultivator, it is natural to cultivate one’s will. Apart from absorbing the aura of heaven and earth to improve one’s realm, one’s cultivation along the way should not only sharpen one’s state of mind and strengthen one’s will?
Each cultivator pursues different things, and the will shown is also quite different.

Some people like idle clouds and wild cranes, so they will naturally go to the remote and uninhabited beautiful mountains and rivers to get close to nature, understand the avenue of heaven and earth, cultivate their sentiments, and sublimate their mood, such as monks who are far away in the desert.

Some people like to travel around the world, use the world of mortals to polish their state of mind, and observe life's various flavors and emotions to improve their self-cultivation, such as some old beggars and old monks.

Some people have a heart for the development of the sect, so they will devote all their energy to thinking about how to expand the power and scale of the sect. Whenever the power becomes stronger, the state of mind will become more transparent and the speed of practice will be faster.

Every cultivator has his own purpose and reward in his heart. Even those who are indifferent will always have small thoughts that are unknown to outsiders. This is also the motivation for cultivation and the source of personal support.

Even the Dao of Heaven has the idea of ​​​​strengthening the origin of the world, let alone people?

Desire without desire is a dead thing.

But in Yan Chixia's heart, the reward and the will to practice are nothing but for the better life of the human race. In the past, he learned swordsmanship to wipe out bullies and madmen everywhere, and after practicing Taoism, he began to kill demons and demons to eliminate harm for the people. He is passionate and ambitious, and wants to eliminate the filth of the world with his blood.

But no one's blood is boiling hot, and he can't make this troubled world clear. At the beginning, he was disheartened and wanted to leave the world of mortals and find a quiet place to spend the rest of his life.

Unexpectedly, when he met his senior, he got a great opportunity. Once he recovered from his old injuries, his realm improved, and he became more clear about his ambition.

That is to put down the chaos of demons and demons in the world, and let the people of Li live and work in peace and contentment, without worrying about food and clothing.

Although he couldn't do it later, he protected nearly a thousand people in the Qin land, beheaded evil spirits and eradicated corrupt officials, and barely saved the people in the turbulent and dire straits of Qin land, and stabilized the situation.

If you can't rule the world, then you can protect the people of a place, and he has done it.

Who would have thought that during the time he was recuperating and healing, the world was in chaos, Emperor Xia beheaded officials of all sizes in the Qin land, and the stable situation in Qin land fell into dire straits again. Yes, just because of a word from the tyrant!

In a word, overturning his hard work of more than ten years, no matter who sees it, his mentality will collapse!

He was also no exception. He was not to be seen when he went to the capital to confront the tyrant, and he was issued a wanted order and threatened to kill the nine clans. Who wouldn't feel chilled when he heard that?
His lifelong wish is nothing more than to subdue demons and conquer the world, and to contribute to the human race, that's all!
The will was shattered by a pot of cold water from the Hunjun. He has no realm but no cultivation, he is a useless person!

Yan Chixia clenched her fists mockingly, then loosened her fists powerlessly as she drank the strong wine.

So what about the fairyland, after the will is broken, he is just a useless person who can't die, who can he control?
Even if his cultivation is still alive, if he kills the monster, another evil monster will appear. He kills the corrupt official and maintains the order of the place. If the faint king can destroy his whole life's effort with a single word, then what's the matter?
To help the faint king govern the world?
That faint king killed an honest and righteous person, and he still wants him to die!

That's right, the inferiority of human beings is nothing more than this. Even the righteous and upright Yin Gods forgot their true colors because of their high positions and powers, and began to rebel for ambition. He helped the dog emperor Anne, and the dog emperor not only I will not be grateful, and will continue to increase taxes and labor to build temples, alchemy and other absurd things.

What's more...

What's more, the seniors gave up the Yin God, doesn't that mean they gave up the human race?

He didn't even make a move on the senior, didn't he understand the real truth?

He can't control anyone, he can only care about his drinking!

Thinking of her life's hard work being ruined, Yan Chixia sneered and fell asleep on the table, snoring lightly, as if she fell asleep from drinking too much alcohol.

Seeing the indifferent Yan Chixia, Yan San got up with red eyes, clenched his fists and didn't know what to do.

He shouldered the blood feud of tens of thousands of lives, and finally found a hero like Yan Daxia, who was famous in the Qin land, punishing evil and eliminating violence, but who knew that the other party would not take action.

At the moment of grief, Yan San's eyes were bloodshot and he said with grief and indignation: "I, Yan Chixia, was not born in the sky, and the way of swordsmanship is like a long night!"

"Fight against the Three Thousand Emperors alone, and push the Thirteen Continents horizontally with both hands!"

"Who is the peak at the end of the immortal road, when you see the beginningless Tao, it becomes empty!"

"I am a mere mortal, but my heart is toward the sky!"

"These words are all the famous words you talked about with the famous knights in the world. My three-year-old urchin in Sanli Township can sing these words. Everyone regards you as a hero, but what you look like today It is really……"

"Ugh!"

Yan San wiped away his hot tears, lowered his head to avoid the sneering eyes of many people, and left Yangtianlou, a wealthy restaurant that he never dared to step into in his life.

Yan Chixia's heart trembled for a while, and she ignored Yan San.

Who wouldn't be disheartened if someone's ambitions, remuneration and life's hard work were ruined inadvertently?
What's more, his will has dissipated and he has no realm but no cultivation, so he can't use much power.

The drinkers in Yangtianlou took it for granted and went on with their own lives. Some talented scholars felt that the passionate preaching in the restaurant was not good enough, so they went home and wondered how to write a famous Qing Dynasty essay. .

Yan Chixia was still falling asleep on the wine table in a dazed state, drunk and dreaming.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded, making him straighten his back immediately, in disbelief.

This, is this the voice of the senior?

(End of this chapter)