I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Forget it, Master once gave her a return to Nirvana and rebirth. After a hundred years, this is the first time he has specifically appeared to ask her, so it doesn't matter if you just listen to him once.

Master will never try his best to have a chance with her and cause her to die.

In the vast river waterfall, two lines of small characters flickering on and off, the river flow is more powerful, and the endless rumbling sound seems to be urging her to make a decision quickly.

Zhang Zheng's eyes became firm, and he replied respectfully, "Qing Zheng is willing."

When the ending sound falls, it is like a zeolite falling into boiling water. The two lines of small characters suddenly create waves and dissolve into a fist-sized transparent water mass.

Zhang Zheng only felt that his body and soul were being suppressed by the power of heaven and earth, he had no strength to move, and he had no desire to resist. His eyes were wide open, and he saw the water ball changing into a clear and bright "water" in front of his eyebrows, rushing in. Between eyebrows.

In an instant, a cool and icy feeling swayed from the eyebrows and poured into the whole body, even the soul felt cold, like frost from the inside out, but after the severe frost, it was like the first thaw of winter snow, and the warmth of spring.

The feeling of comfort made Zhang Zheng's face soothe and his frown relaxed.

But the joy was short-lived, and the relaxed expression suddenly turned into horror, and the wide-eyed eyes were full of horror, reflecting the turbulent river tide, wrapped in a powerful aura that could destroy the world...

rush to her!
……

Zhidao village ancestral hall.

"This is the ancestral hall in the village, you can't go in! Get out of here!"

Uncle Jin stood in front of the ancestral hall with his arms wide open, his eyes wide open, and he yelled loudly.

"Hehe..." Hu Ke sneered, and pulled out the knife mercilessly, the sharp point of the knife pressed against Uncle Jin's throat, "Do you want to let me go or not?"

Behind him, there were four other people dressed similarly to him, standing with folded arms, watching with cold eyes. They were not the five monks from the upper realm who had forced their way into the village back then.

The sharp knife poured over his heart like a basin of cold water. The anger in Uncle Jin's eyes subsided, and he stared at the sharp knife in front of him in horror. The cold light reflected on his rough face was really scary.

He was so frightened that he swallowed his saliva, his throat slashed across the tip of the knife, and the sting came from the cold that he wanted to touch, and went straight to Tianling.

"No...can't go in..."

His legs trembled, but the feeling of the wood touching the palm of his hand was like an ax hitting his heart violently.

He can't let it go, the ancestral hall is behind it, and it will be over if he lets it go.

Pointed at by four big knives, the surrounding villagers dared not speak out, and they dared not even step forward to help, trembling with anger.

Yi Lanshan and Yan Shaoting mingled among the villagers. Seeing this, they stepped out, but without drawing their swords, they just verbally scolded: "What are you doing? Are you afraid of being driven out if you make trouble in the village!"

Lin Cen put away his big knife, his thin lips curled up into a smile that was not a smile, and persuaded with kind words: "This is the end of the matter, why are you two fellow Taoists so persistent? Wouldn't it be nice to cooperate with us to create this ghostly place where not a single blade of grass grows?"

"Who wants to cooperate with ungrateful guys like you!"

Yan Shaoting let out a soft snort, with contempt in his eyes, "I'm afraid you will kill me before the river crosses."

"Brother, don't talk nonsense with them." Chen Jianshui rolled his eyes, looked back at Hu Ke who was dawdling, and reprimanded sharply: "Why don't you hurry up and be a housekeeper!"

Hu Ke's body trembled, and he responded obediently: "Yes, yes, I will do it now."

His slanted eyes were full of viciousness, his nostrils were wide open, and he swung his big knife, bringing a fierce wind to Uncle Jin's neck.

"clang--"

The big knife was knocked into the air by the cup flying from nowhere, and fell to the ground with a bang, sending dust everywhere.

"who is it!"

Hu Ke shouted in horror, looking around anxiously.

The visitor was dressed in a light gray plain short coat and trousers, mixed with the villagers, he was out of the crowd, at first glance he was unremarkable, but when he looked at it again, he stood out from the crowd, his temperament was like an orchid in an empty valley, and his grandeur was extraordinary.

Before the visitor could introduce himself, the villagers had gathered around and shouted "Sir!"

It was this person who came forward to make the village head change his mind and allow them to stay in the village.

Unexpectedly, such a weak woman in such an ordinary and humble village has such a good kung fu.

Lin Cen looked at the indifferent woman in front of him, thoughtfully, his tone sounded respectful but contemptuous, "I don't know what is the purpose of this girl who shot down the sword of junior brother?"

This is the villain's first complaint.

The master smiled like a flower, and asked back: "Why don't you ask your junior brother, what is the purpose of him holding a terrifying sword?"

He was knocked down by a village girl with strange strength before, and now he was knocked down by a weak woman with a cup. The monk's face was almost rubbed against the ground.

Hu Ke bent down and picked up the big knife on the ground, furious, and roared angrily: "So what if I want to kill this bastard! Today I will see who dares to stop me!"

After finishing speaking, the big knife slashed towards Uncle Jin who was sitting slumped on the ground again, the blade reflected a cold light.

"Pfft-"

Blood spurted out and spilled all over the ground. Second Uncle Jin slowly closed his big eyes in horror, his whole body limp, and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

"gentlemen!"

The villagers exclaimed, distraught, and rushed forward agitatedly, but were stopped by the sharp tip of the big knife in front of them.

"I'm fine."

The gentleman frowned slightly, and held down the wound on his arm that was bleeding profusely. The bone was deeply visible. The white bone was cut open by a machete, and almost the whole bone was cut off. .

Yi Lanshan subconsciously drew out the long sword, but suddenly let go before the sword was unsheathed, and the long sword was sheathed again.

Hu Ke flicked the blood on the knife, kicked the shattered cup on the ground, and listened to the crisp and clear sound of the shattered porcelain colliding, he sneered fiercely: "Oh... isn't it amazing? Why? Don't continue to show off your prestige! Come on, how about I pick up this cup for you and continue playing?"

The bleeding continued, and he lost too much blood in a short period of time. The husband's complexion was extremely pale, as white as thin paper, and his red lips were also bluish white.

But her expression was as peaceful as usual, only a pair of light and suitable eyebrows were frowned because of the pain, "I can't beat you, and it was only by surprise that I was able to shoot down your big sword just now. I won't fight you."

Hu Ke's ferocious complexion froze suddenly, his chest full of anger had no place to vent, and then he became more angry, brandishing his knife impolitely and cursing: "If you don't fight, get out of the way."

Mr. shook his head and flatly refused: "I don't want to fight with you, but I won't let you enter the ancestral hall either."

"It's just a dilapidated ancestral hall, what can't let us in! Get out of the way, we can find the exit and leave, can't we live in peace? Are you asking for trouble?"

The gentleman still guarded in front of the ancestral hall, showing no sign of serious injury, but explained with a gentle expression: "The ancestral hall is an important place in the village, enshrining the tablet of the god, and outsiders who enter at will will disturb the god. I am afraid that the village will never be peaceful again. Not to end well."

Unable to end well?

All the monks present looked surprised, and then their expressions changed, revealing contempt that could not be concealed.

Cultivators fighting against heaven are just the ancestors of false gods enshrined in an ordinary village. If such unwarranted existences are feared and dare not do, how can they go far on the road of practice.

Chen Jianshui smiled disdainfully: "It's a good one who didn't die well, I'd like to see which god can make me wait for a good death."

The hilt of the knife shot out like electricity, rushed to the gentleman, and hit him directly on the chest. The huge impact knocked him into the air, knocked open the wooden door behind him, flew half a foot backwards, and smashed hard on the hard ground.

"vomit……"

Ignoring the severe wound on his arm, Mr. suddenly leaned over, pressed his hands on his chest, and vomited out a large pool of black and red blood, which was so glaring.