Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 37 The world shouldn't be like this [For collection and support! 】

After exiting Chongjiang Mansion, enter the Hengduan Mountains, and the green mountains on both sides of the Jishui River face each other.

There are sporadic rain-like villages scattered among the mountains. The villagers here live and work in peace and contentment, far away from worldly wars.

Apart from defending the big carp and being a training partner for Sima Qingwei, Yan Ping spends his time exhaling arrogance every day.

It's not scary to be small, what's scary is to be small all the time.

Brave Scholars!

What exactly should be done to become a brave scholar.

The Hao Ran Qi stored in the various acupoints in Yan Ping's body is already very full, enough to condense the gallbladder.

But just can't find a clue.

He once asked Gu Shaoting, Xu Xiangdong, and Lu Li for advice. He wanted to learn from them, but the answer he got was only two words.

self-awareness.

The two most critical stages of Confucian monks' practice are the two states of literary courage and literary heart.

A thousand Confucian monks have a thousand kinds of literary courage, and Confucian monks are not like the orderly inheritance of master and apprentice monks on the mountain.

The monks on the mountain and the disciples of the master practice the same kind of exercises, and the condensed golden core and Yuanying also have the same attributes.

Confucian teachers and students are different.

Although they are all learning the same knowledge of sages and sages, teachers and students may have different views and opinions on the same sentence.

Coupled with their own personalities, morals and morals are not the same, and the literary courage that is finally realized is not the same.

For example, human nature is good and human nature is evil.

The ancient sages and sages who put forward these two views had the same teacher.

Both are students taught by the same teacher, yet have opposite views of the world.

The meaning of reading a hundred times is self-evident, and the practice of Confucian monks is like this.

Why do you say that literati look down on each other, since ancient times.

There are different schools of practice, and they all feel that what they learn is the orthodox one, the true way of the saint.Everyone in the world must follow the sages' principles realized by his school.

When people from different genres meet, they quarrel, and they want to beat their brains out before giving up.

The same is true for the academy on the mountain, and the same is true for the government and the public at the foot of the mountain. Since ancient times, literati have never been indifferent.

Yan Ping stopped breathing.

The awe-inspiring energy calmed down, and many strange images around him disappeared. He walked to the bow of the boat, listened to the sound of apes on both sides, and looked at the picturesque landscape.

"Master, drink tea."

Qiu Xiang handed over a cup of spring tea.

"Master, there is no more rice for the pot." Dongxiang walked over.

"understood."

The food and vegetables that Yan Ping bought from Shaluo City when he set off were only his own amount.

Now that Sima Qingwei is such a big eater, it is naturally not enough.

The martial arts eat an astonishing amount, especially the ultimate unyielding King Kong like Sima Qingwei, whose appetite is more than ten times that of Yan Ping.

Yan Ping, Ao Bing, Teng Ji, two merman maids, a mixed-haired cat demon, four kitten demons, Xiao Yushu and all of them, the combined food intake of the demons can't compare to her alone.

Other female nuns don't have storage bags for all kinds of beautiful clothes and jewelry. Her storage bags don't have any.

It is full of weapons, armor and elixirs, and most of them are all kinds of food, occupying most of the space in the storage bag, a veritable cooker.

In Jishui, the big carp struggled to swim forward.

On her left is a seven-hundred-foot-tall dragon, and on her right is a six-hundred-foot black snake.

Wherever they went, the aquatic people in the river all retreated.

"Fellow Daoist Aobing, fellow Daoist Tengji, the grain stored on the boat is gone. I'll go to the mountains to buy some grain from the villagers, and I'll be back soon."

"Okay, Mr. Yan."

Yan Ping used lightness kung fu to ascend to the sky in one step, he stepped out in one step, and he has reached a height of ten feet.

There was a flash of inspiration on the white glazed brocade robe, which attracted a breeze and dragged Yan Ping.

Dressed in white clothes like snow, with fluttering sleeves, he flew towards the mountains, like a banished immortal riding the wind.

Every time he found a village, Yan Ping claimed to be a martial artist who went into the mountains to kill demons, and came to buy some food and vegetables because he ran out of food.

The villagers have no doubts, plus he is gentle and handsome, and they are willing to sell the family's surplus food to him.

The aunt who has a married woman in her family even started the idea of ​​recruiting a husband, pulling him to ask where he is from and whether he is married.

Yan Ping looked at those thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls whose bodies had not yet fully grown, and quickly said that they had married wives and had children.

The girls were naturally extremely disappointed, and they all felt that it would be difficult to meet someone like the young man in white in front of them in this life.

After getting rid of a difficult old woman, Yan Ping continued to look for the next village.

The old woman's daughter, who was as strong as a king kong, with arms thicker than his thighs and a beard thicker than his, really didn't fit his aesthetics.

Yan Ping's goosebumps arose from those affectionate, shy little eyes.

……

Heifeng Mountain, Heifeng Village.

"Scholar, are you sure that the white python will transform into a catastrophe today."

"Master, I dare not lie to you if I lie to anyone. In order to save the villagers in the small fishing village, the big white python fought with the crocodile group. Although it killed the eight-foot-long crocodile, it was also seriously injured. It was determined. We can't survive this catastrophe."

"Okay, okay, you did a good job, scholar, it's because of your brilliant brains that you scholars came up with such a clever plan, which attracted the crocodile king and the big white python to fight, and finally took advantage of me."

"Hey, when I take the snake gall and the inner alchemy of the boa constrictor and practice mysterious skills, I will definitely reward you and promote you to be the nine masters of Heifengzhai."

"Thank you for the master, thank you for the master."

"Wooooow~!"

The whistle blew, and under the leadership of the master, thousands of mountain bandits in Heifengzhai mobilized in groups, heading for the small fishing village in the east.

This group of bandits arrived at the small fishing village one after the other with Yan Ping.

This is a small fishing village adjacent to Jishui, with more than 60 households and [-] to [-] civilians.

The sky was dark, and thunder and lightning flashed.

In the Jishui River to the east of the fishing village, a nine-foot-long great white python jumped up and down to the falling thunder.

After being struck by lightning again and again into the water, the python's body was ripped open and dripping with blood.

"Bai Niangniang, come on!"

"Bai Niangniang, woohoo, Daddy, will Bai Niangniang die? I don't want Bai Niangniang to die."

"No, the White Lady has protected us for 300 years, she will not die."

"Bai Niang Niang!"

"Bai Niangniang will definitely survive the catastrophe of transformation!"

An old man with a cane, a child who has just learned to walk, a pregnant woman, a big man with dark skin... The villagers of the small fishing village collectively put down their work and came to the shore, looking at the big white python in the thunder with worry or expectation.

"Brother Huzi, do you think Lady Bai can succeed?"

"do not know."

"It's all the fault of the scholar. If it wasn't for the people he brought to steal the crocodile king's eggs, causing the crocodile king to attack the small fishing village with a group of crocodiles, how could the white lady be injured? .”

"Woohoo~~~~~~~!"

"No, it's the sound of the river conch blown by the village chief, the enemy is attacking!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, the young and middle-aged go back and get the weapons and gather at the entrance of the village, hurry up."

Small fishing village, village entrance.

"The village chief is that lost scholar."

"No, it's Heifengzhai, Heihu."

Seeing the burly man approaching gradually, the old village head had a complicated look on his face.

He got it.

The lost scholar, the crocodile king's eggs, and the crocodile king's attack on the small fishing village...all of these are the ghosts behind Heifengzhai.

"Hahaha, old man Li, you are not dead yet!"

"Heizi, why are you doing this?"

"When you were hunted down by wild wolves, who saved you? It was the White Lady! Without the White Lady, you would be dead, and it would be impossible for you to become the head of the Black Wind Village."

Heihu smiled and said, "Yes, I would have died without Lady Bai."

"I can't help it. Who told me that the breakthrough in my cultivation requires more than 500 years of snake gall and inner alchemy from the python demon."

"Old man Li, don't worry, as long as I achieve great mysteries and become the legendary fairy on the mountain, the small fishing village will be handed over to me for protection in the future. It will definitely be no worse than when the white lady was here."

"You, you, how can you be so shameless, has your conscience been eaten by dogs!"

"Old man Li, the world should be like this. If I am not shameless or cruel, I will not be able to live now, and I will not be able to be the head of Heifengzhai. No poison and no husband, the world of the strong does not need kindness."

"Do it, untie their weapons, and those who dare to resist will be killed without mercy."

"Yes, the boss."

"You ungrateful villain, I will kill you."

Heihu flicked the old village chief's hatchet away, "Old man Li, anyone who dared to swing a knife at me is dead. However, for the sake of taking good care of me back then, I will forgive you." Your life will not be an example."

"Go away, don't hinder me from admiring Bai Niangniang's catastrophe."

"Ah, Heihu, I'll kill you!"

With red eyes, Huzi charged at Heihu with a machete.

boom!The machete was flicked with a finger and shattered into seven or eight pieces.

Heihu grabbed Huzi by the neck and lifted him up.

"You must be a tiger, the leading elder brother of the younger generation in the small fishing village. You have a bit of my demeanor back then. It's a pity that you shouldn't have swung a knife at me."

As Heihu said that, he wanted to pinch the tiger's neck.

Suddenly a hand appeared out of nowhere, pinching his wrist, with a little force, the pain caused him to burst into tears, and he knelt down on the spot.

A magnetic and peaceful male voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"This is not the way the world should be."

(End of this chapter)