I Just Reopened My Life

In the past few days, Tianya Sect was full of people.

After all, who can stop a man from running towards his dream?

Or, who hasn't been beaten by society?

People always have to be deceived once in their life, so why can't the witch deceive them?

If you let the witch describe his behavior.

Then he will say that he is reforming the old education system and preparing for the popularization of compulsory immortal cultivation education.

But let Zuo Jihong say it, the witch is planting the seeds of distortion in ordinary people, paving the way for the huge base of distortions in the future.

"What a terrible man, witch!" Zuo Jihong looked at the witch who was teaching his disciples at the martial arts training platform not far away.

There are already many people there.

They are all disciples recruited from the foot of Tianya Mountain, mainly young people.

Wu's cultivation is very high, and he didn't know what method he used to cover Zuo Jihong and the others' faces, allowing everyone to cultivate while maintaining the operation of the sect.

And because everyone is a person with early aberrations, there are basically immortal cultivators within two or three generations of the ancestors, and their cultivation talent is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

As for the ordinary people recruited later, except for a few geniuses, the rest of them are indeed slower than those with long tentacles.

Wu let them, those who cultivate quickly, stimulate the disciples later. This is also part of Wu's plan.

Of course, witches and liars are always generous.

These words were also clearly said to Zuo Jihong and the others.

Zuo Jihong and the others didn't think there was anything wrong. Anyway, they had already begged for food before, so how bad could it get? Besides, if Wu helped them like this, he had to figure something out.

When Wu made the words clear, everyone felt more at ease.

"Okay, everyone take a rest." Wu clapped his hands, indicating that today's gymnastics class is over.

This is the rule he set, saying that he wants a combination of work and rest.

Hearing Wu's announcement that get out of class was dismissed, Zuo Jihong smiled and walked quietly to Wu's side.

"You said, do we really want to teach them like this?" Zuo Jihong quietly glanced at the ordinary disciple over there. The word "they" was self-evident.

The disciples were clearly divided into two groups.

A group of disciples who were tentacled, had their appearances covered by magic spells, and their talents were relatively good; the other group of disciples were ordinary people who were recruited later.

In the eyes of the tentacles, they are groups divided according to species.

But in the eyes of ordinary disciples, they are those with good talent playing together in a group, leaving aside those with less talent.

"Of course we will teach together." Wu said with certainty. There was confidence in his eyes.

Zuo Jihong looked at the ordinary people over there who secretly vowed to work hard to join the tentacles disciple group, still feeling a little dreamy.

The tentacles learn something with humans on an equal footing.

It was somewhat beyond his understanding.

"Habits are a scary thing. Gradually, you will get used to this kind of life. After you get used to it, you will find that tentacles are also human beings, and humans are human beings. We are no different from them." Wu said with a smile.

Zuo Jihong was startled.

This is what the witch said, teach them to be human?

If they look down on themselves, how can others look down on them?

"However, even if we wake up, what kind of people are, only the tentacles who follow you here will wake up." Zuo Jihong gritted his teeth and continued:

"The tentacled people in other places are probably still living in confusion."

Hearing these words, Wu smiled and didn't speak any more, just asked Zuo Jihong to wait.

He dared to just start.

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Northwest Wasteland.

"boom!"

A loud bang on the table shook the ears of the others on the table, but they didn't dare to say a word.

Because the person who patted the table was sitting on the main seat.

"His Tianya Sect deceives people too much! My Hong family is not empty!" Hong Zhentian yelled loudly.

Decades ago, Tianya Sect was established.

No one in the surrounding area takes this to heart.

What if it was established?

The power of cultivating immortals is not without it!

Every family has it! After all, the life expectancy is long, and the talent of the offspring is not too bad, and it becomes a family slowly. Almost all of the current cultivators came out this way.

You teach outsiders to cultivate immortals, isn't this the disciple of the church who starved to death the master?

It's not my own family, can I take care of you if something goes wrong?

Hong Zhentian vaguely remembered his sneering expression at that time.

"A plate of loose sand! Crows!" Hong Zhentian also shouted while patting the table that day.

But at that time, he was smiling.

And now...

"How many people have we killed or injured?" Hong Zhentian suppressed his anger.

He can't be angry, and he doesn't dare to be angry.

As his cultivation progressed, he had already sensed that something was wrong with Dao Dao, and he was not a cultivator who had never seen distortions, so he had some conjectures in his heart.

In this loose and huge world, the flow of news is not easy.

So far, no one knows how the deformed tentacles came out.

After all, the world is so big that it is full of wonders.

With one or two perverts coming out of so many humans, it is reasonable to like octopuses.

Therefore, Hong Zhentian's conjecture was just a guess, and he didn't dare to say it, but he didn't dare to practice further.

He just wanted to keep his realm stuck at the current realm, and he didn't need to go further. Therefore, in the remaining hundred years of Hong Zhentian's life, UU reading www.uukanshu.com's greatest wish is that the Hong family's power can grow stronger day by day.

But!

"How many casualties are there? I'm asking you! I'm not dead yet! Ignore my old man, right?"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The sound of hitting the table was loud, but no one dared to care about Hong Zhentian.

After a while, the eldest son, the number two person in the Hong family, dared to speak up.

"The ones who died were of the younger generation, about this number..." The eldest son made a gesture with his hand.

Hong Zhentian's eyes widened suddenly, his breathing gradually became rapid, humming like an angry bison.

"Death! I want that Tianya Sect to die for me! Blood debt pays blood!"

"Absolutely not! Dad!" The second son hurriedly stopped him.

"No big or small! Call me the patriarch!"

The second son swallowed quietly. His cultivation talent was not high, and the gap between his cultivation and his father's cultivation was a bit large. When the other party was angry, he did not dare to intervene.

"Patriarch, this is absolutely impossible!"

Hong Zhentian glanced at his second son coldly, as if waiting for his son's next sentence. If what his son said next made him unsatisfied... then he wouldn't mind having another disabled son.

"The disciples of the Tianya Sect were all recruited from nearby. Even if they were killed or injured, they would not feel distressed at all, but we are different!" The second son said anxiously.

"We are all sons and daughters, all of our own family, there is no one without one."

"It's just a matter of looking for others when they die. If we die, we'll be really hurt! We can't afford to fight."