Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

"I just have no memory. You just held up the mourning banner for me. When I was sending you off, there were some things going on in my head. As for the rest..."

The reflection stopped cursing halfway through.

He stared blankly at Zhou Li, whose ears were wrapped with cloth strips, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Give up hearing?"

The reflection was motionless. The next second, under the precise control of the reflection, a vine went straight through Zhou Li's head, sending him to his next resurrection.

"court death!"

Sitting upright on the bluestone on the top of the mountain surrounded by clouds and mist, Zhuge Qing inhaled and exhaled pure air, and a faint white mist flowed from his red lips.

She sits cross-legged, dressed in a pure white fairy dress with fluttering sleeves, as if she is walking lightly on water, untainted by dust.

Zhuge Qing closed his eyes and concentrated, his face was calm, and he took long breaths, as if he was breathing with the heaven and earth, sharing the same fate. The surrounding spiritual energy gathered and turned into a trickle, surrounding his body and nourishing his soul. When Zhuge Qing was practicing, his mind was peaceful, without joy or sorrow, as if nothing in the world could disturb his mind.

“Oh my god! I’m going to fuck your mother to death! Aa ...

A vulgar, crude, worthless, disgusting scream that destroyed everything beautiful was heard. Only Tang Wan in Longhu Mountain could laugh out loud, and even the old Taoist priest could laugh out loud.

Zhuge Qing slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of helplessness.

This disciple...ah.

Zhuge Qing tiptoed lightly and arrived at the cave on the mountainside. As expected, Zhou Li was kneeling on the wooden bed, wailing silently and hysterically.

"How shameless! So shameless!"

After sensing Zhuge Qing's breath, Zhou Li didn't even raise his head, but let out an indescribable sharp cry, "He...he attacked me secretly. Knowing that I couldn't hear anything, he secretly pushed me down, then bound me in place with the Wood Spirit Technique, stuffed a piece of wood into my mouth, took out my earplugs, and then used the Amplification Technique to scold me for three whole months."

"He said that I could either suddenly realize how to cast fire magic without the need for a pardon order (chanting a spell with my mouth) and a spell (making a spell with my hands) and break free from the restraints. Or he would pin me to the ground and scold me to death."

Zhuge Qing was stunned for a moment, then turned pale with horror.

You are so cruel to yourself.

"Have you had an epiphany?"

Zhuge Qing asked tentatively.

“I was scolded for a year.”

Zhou Li said with empty eyes: "In fact, in the fourth month, I was already able to release fire magic without chanting or pinching spells.

"In the end, he replaced the wood spirit with an earth spirit."

"I have to practice water magic again."

Zhuge Qing was silent.

For the first time, she felt that practicing cultivation was indeed torture.

Even someone like Zhou Li could be tortured like this by Emperor Xuan's Jiuqing Yinxu Chengling Jiazixi Shunfu. Can ordinary people really bear this thing?
"My disciple, how about I talk to Master and ask you to stop practicing? Or I can ask him to modify it for you?"

Zhuge Qing was already moved at this time, mainly because she was afraid that Zhou Li would become abnormal under long-term high pressure. Normally, abnormality would mean becoming a psychopath, but she was afraid that Zhou Li would evolve into something indescribable after abnormality.

If he were to open a silver handkerchief with the yellow-robed painter, the yellow-robed monk, and the ancient god Chi You in his spiritual world, it would be ruined.

"no!"

Zhou Li raised his head abruptly, gritted his teeth, and said viciously:

"Fuck it, I don't accept it!"

"I'm going to chop him up! Chop him up! Fry him in oil! Fry him in sugar! Thicken him!" Zhuge Qing couldn't help but feel a little worried when she saw Zhou Li acting like Hannibal. She was very worried that Zhou Li might become mentally ill, but the old Taoist priest told her that unless Zhou Li prayed to the ancient gods in Longhu Mountain, she should ignore him and just follow his lead.

"Then you should take a normal day off, disciple."

Zhuge Qing said worriedly: "Otherwise... I'm afraid your mental state is not good."

"I'm going to take a day off."

Zhou Li nodded, and then a ferocious determination emerged on his face, "Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to deal with it."

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When Zhou Li was fighting against himself, Liu Kuang saw God.

Someone who can eat all kinds of herbs and cry has appeared.

Tang Wan appeared with more pills on his Taoist robe than hair, a bald head and eyebrows, and a smooth body like a ball.

Looking at Tang Wan, who didn't even need to shave his head to become a monk, Liu Kuang collapsed.

"You really ate it?!!!"

He pointed at Tang Wan in disbelief, "That thing tastes worse than shit!"

“But it works.”

Tang Wan nodded heavily, "It works well."

Tang Wan now looks like a doll that hasn't had time to add hair to it yet. She is cute, but also looks stupid without hair. Especially since she has no hair and no eyebrows, the whole person...

Very humorous.

"Hey it's not you wait it's not you it's me now oh ah hey?"

Liu Kuang's speech function was already disordered, and he couldn't imagine that Tang Wan would really eat the bowl of Baicao Cry Stew directly. You know, in order to prevent people from accidentally eating Baicao Cry, the second elder added all the sour, bitter and smelly elements in the world when researching this thing, even a dog would have to run to the toilet to get rid of the smell, but Tang Wan just ate it all.

Have you finished eating yet?

Although there is no gender distinction in the way of cultivating immortals, you are still a little girl! You must have a little love for beauty. Your hair is all gone, all gone!

"Disciple, would you like to... take some intelligence pills?"

Liu Kuang asked politely: "Can you do this? Don't you want to die if you become so bald?"

"what?"

Tang Wan was stunned. "I'm bald, so what? Who would be afraid of this?"

Waving his hand, Tang Wan said with a smile: "Master, don't worry too much. The immortal energy in that bowl of green vegetables is so strong that I only ate one bowl and my strength has recovered to the first level. If I eat a few more bowls, I can pin Zhou Li to the ground and scold him for three days and three nights!"

"No, I didn't release much fairy energy..."

Liu Kuang's face turned pale, and he suddenly had a bad guess.

If Tang Wan's body recovered a whole realm because of that bowl of stew, it means that it has nothing to do with the immortal energy he put in, but is related to the Crying Hundred Herbs.

isn't it?
No way?
Can't you?
"If it's just the blood of the Pixiu, then consuming the immortal energy and spiritual energy is your best way to practice."

The old Taoist priest stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a master with his back to Tang Wan, and said calmly: "But the incident of Baicao crying reminds me of a question."

"You have been trained to resist poison by the Tang Sect since you were a child. You have been fed countless poison pills. Over time, your bloodline has begun to undergo some strange changes. For example, simply consuming immortal energy and spiritual energy may not be able to fully utilize the advantages of your bloodline."

Taking a deep breath, the old Taoist priest showed a slightly forced smile where Tang Wan couldn't see.

"You have to take poison." (End of this chapter)