The extraordinary daily life of people with super powers

"The village chief said that those guys were dealt with by the young warriors ahead, so there's no need to worry."

Old Wood showed a longing look, and the wrinkles on his face gathered together. He sighed: "What I eat is real. It is simply the best thing I have ever eaten in my life. It is more delicious than meat!"

As the best carpenter in the village, he was naturally fortunate enough to taste some of the "samples" brought down by Song Qingshan.

"I heard from that young man that this thing is called something... noodle... bun. Anyway, I don't know what it's called, but anyway, this is what we eat."

"What does it smell like?"

"Tell me about it."

"It tastes better than meat? Why don't I believe it? Don't lie to me."

His words caused the people around him to start to stir.

Meat is a rare commodity and can only be eaten a few times throughout the year. Basically, it can only be eaten once during important festivals.

But why don’t they believe that “bread” is better than meat?

"If you don't believe me, hey, let me tell you..." Old Wood started bragging again.

Song Qingshan, who was walking in front, was full of worries.

"My junior sister was left on the mountain. I couldn't run away even if I wanted to."

He originally thought that if only he and Yu Shanshan went down the mountain, they could just run away, but who would have thought that he was the only one there.

Although he could run away now, he couldn't do such a thing as abandoning his junior sister and living alone.

"Old demon... No, the senior has great magical powers. Maybe even if I run away, I will be caught back."

Before, he called the other party "old devil" in his heart, but after seeing Tang Ansheng's skill of "turning stone into bread", Song Qingshan didn't dare to do so anymore.

After all, with such a magical technique, there's no guarantee that the other party could hear his thoughts. If they knew that he was plotting against the other party in private, he would be doomed.

"Immortal, are there really immortals in this world?" Song Qingshan began to doubt himself.

Everything he had heard and seen since childhood, as well as the teachings of his master and elders, told him that there were no immortals, demons, or monsters in this world.

But what happened on Zeshan Mountain now has caused some of the faith he has cultivated over the years to shatter.

"No matter what, Senior has unlimited magical power. I can only do as he says now."

Thinking of this, Song Qingshan became a little confused again. He didn't understand why the other party wanted to build a Taoist temple.

But now he is just a piece of meat on the chopping board, so he has no right to ask questions.

"Young Master Song, is what you said true?"

The old village chief next to him said, "It's not that we don't believe you, it's just... it sounds a bit far-fetched."

No matter how you look at it, the immortals building a Taoist temple seems to be a trick on them.

People like them are very strange. When they have nothing to do, they believe in all kinds of gods and worship in all kinds of temples.

But if someone really tells them that there are gods, the first people to doubt are themselves.

"You will know soon. Just be respectful when you see the Immortal...True Lord later, and don't do anything out of line."

Song Qingshan didn't think that the other party was really a celestial being, but based on his ability to turn stones into bread, he deserved the title of True Lord.

Thinking of what happened when Tang Ansheng killed someone, he was also afraid that these villagers would offend him for no reason. Therefore, every time he walked a certain distance, he would give some instructions and ask the village chief to pass them on one by one.

As a result, the originally noisy team became quieter as they got closer to the mountain.

In the end, everyone was silent, and an atmosphere of depressing fear hung over the team.

Those who know them understand that they are going there to earn money and food, while those who don’t think they are rushing to be reincarnated.

Led by Song Qingshan, a group of dozens of people quickly arrived at the base camp of the previous Zeshan bandits.

Looking at the dilapidated village and the bloodstains on the ground, and smelling the sickening smell of blood in the air, everyone present turned grim and trembled, not daring to speak.

"You guys wait here first and don't walk around. As for the old village chief, come in with me." Song Qingshan said.

"Okay... okay." The village chief stammered.

He felt like his heart was about to stop beating, especially when he saw so many corpses piled together as soon as he entered the room. He was so scared that his soul almost came out of his body.

But the old village chief had lived for decades after all and had seen many things, big and small. Although his hands and feet were shaking with fear, he still pretended to be calm on the surface.

It made Song Qingshan feel that he was worthy of being the village chief.

"Senior, this is the village chief of Zeshan Village." Song Qingshan put his hands forward and said respectfully.

Seeing this young hero like this, and feeling the inexplicable aura emanating from Tang Ansheng, even though he was facing away from him, the sense of mystery was even stronger.

The old village chief seemed to have seen a real immortal in a trance, and was about to kneel down to pay his respects tremblingly.

Tang Ansheng turned around and stretched out his hand to stop his behavior.

"I don't have all these miscellaneous rules here. Just focus on your work."

Only then did the old village chief see what Tang Ansheng looked like. He seemed to be even more handsome than the young man next to him?

But this is not the point. The point is that although the other party is wearing strange clothes, he has an inexplicable aura, as if he is facing a mountain and is very depressed inside.

Is this the power of an immortal?

The old village chief thought to himself.

In fact, he was not the only one who felt this way. Song Qingshan next to him felt it even more deeply, as if his soul was being pressed down by a huge rock, and was covered with a huge shadow.

Tang Ansheng actually did this on purpose, actively exuding his spiritual aura and giving the other party a warning. After all, poor mountains and bad waters breed unruly people. If the other party behaves himself, he won't have to go to great lengths to do something unnecessary.

"Tell them to dig a hole and bury the bodies outside, and clean up the village."

"Immortal... people, you can't do that..." The village chief seemed a little anxious when he heard this, "Hey, this will cause an epidemic."

The old village chief was knowledgeable and knew that if so many corpses were not handled properly, an epidemic might occur.

"It's okay, I have a way." Tang Ansheng said.

He could have turned these corpses into bread earlier, but it would be bad if they were eaten by someone. After all, these villagers were uneducated and found it difficult to control themselves.

After the other party buried the body underground, he would use his superpowers to turn it into bread, and everything would be safe.

Moreover, keeping these corpses can scare them and make them work honestly.

"Well... okay." The old village chief thought about it, but finally did not dare to speak again.

I was anxious before, but now that I have relaxed, I remembered that I had behaved like this in front of the immortal, and cold sweat broke out on me.

Even though they had never seen the methods of immortals, with dozens of corpses lying outside, to them, they were no different from immortals.

“There should be a few villages nearby, right?”

"Yes, senior. I will contact people from other villages later." Song Qingshan said.

"Okay, I'll put the food and money in the backyard. You can take care of it yourself. Hurry up and build a Taoist temple. It doesn't have to be too good, as long as it can be used." Tang Ansheng pointed to the backyard.

Of course, all the money was stolen by Zeshan, and he didn't have a penny.

As for food, it was naturally made from stones.

Although at present, the higher the price, the better the taste.

But for these villagers, even ordinary bread is unimaginably delicious.

"Then I will go down first, senior?" Song Qingshan asked tentatively. After getting a positive answer, he walked out with the old village chief who seemed to have been pardoned.

Looking at their backs, Tang Ansheng fell into thought.

He wanted to build a Taoist temple here, but he actually had no other ideas and he didn't really want to be a Taoist priest. He just wanted to create some fame.

"When the time comes, I just need to go out and show off my skills, and naturally people will know that there is an immortal near Zeshan."

Once you become famous, it becomes much easier to do certain things.

The Great Xia Dynasty was still in the feudal era, and most people would rather believe in the existence of immortals than not believe in them.

This is true whether at the bottom or at the top.

With the title of "immortal" on your head, you are automatically superior to others wherever you go. No, not to mention first class, even tenth class is no problem.

It is so much more convenient to do things.

After all, although Tang Ansheng is confident, he also understands that there are still some people in this world who are stronger than him.

"According to Song Qingshan, the martial arts in this world are divided into nine grades. Seven, eight, and nine are the lower three grades, four, five, and six are the middle three grades, and one, two, and three are the upper three grades."

"My dark energy has reached its peak, which should correspond to the peak of the middle third rank, or the fourth rank."

"It's just that my spiritual realm is much higher, so he thought I was a master of the upper third level."

In this world, the top three grades are also called masters.

Of course, according to legend, there are grand masters above the first rank, but since Shao Yong created the "Huangji Jingshishu" and died, no grand master above the first rank has appeared.

Tang Ansheng threw a punch, and the sound of breaking wind suddenly rang out.

"Does it feel like the force is 50 percent stronger than on Blue Star?"

His punch would only have a force of a thousand pounds on Blue Star, but here it has a force of fifteen hundred pounds.

This made Tang Ansheng very puzzled.

The speed and force of the punch are the same, so why is there such a big difference in the power?

After much thought, Tang Ansheng attributed the matter to the differences in the world.

"During this period of time, I will practice martial arts well and strive to break through to the level of Hua Jin."

"When the time comes, go directly to the Imperial Palace in the capital."

Hua Jin is roughly equivalent to the top three levels in this world. Once one reaches this level, coupled with Tang Ansheng's superpowers, one can basically walk sideways.

After all, when a fight breaks out, if he can turn his opponent's weapon into bread with just a thought, how can the opponent fight back?

Moreover, turning weapons into bread is not enough. What is even more outrageous is turning all the clothes on the body into bread. By then, you will be naked, and with the debuff of shame, your combat power will drop by at least 50%.

Who is his opponent?

and……

"The martial arts of this world are quite interesting."

Tang Ansheng looked at the secret book in his hand with great interest.

This was the secret manual of the Qingshan School. Yu Shanshan felt bad about it, so she "voluntarily" copied it down and presented it to him.

"Open up Dantian and cultivate internal strength. Can I do this too?"

"It's just that the Qingshan Sect's secret manual can only train the middle dantian, not the upper dantian."

“But even so, it gave me great inspiration.”

"I really don't know what the contents of the legendary 'Emperor's Shocking Book' and 'Dharma Sutra' are that can make one invincible in the world."

"It would be nice if I could take a look at it."

Tang Ansheng had an idea in his mind. If he had the chance in the future, he would snatch all these secret books... and bring them back for a look.

"Alas, I will leave my things in the hands of these martial artists for now."

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More than 20 days later, under Tang Ansheng's extremely simple requirements, a simple Taoist temple was built. It was basically modified based on the Zeshan Bandits' village, otherwise it would never have been built so quickly.

Although the Taoist temple was not built in a very good manner, the name of the immortal Tang Ansheng spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, at an unimaginable speed.

He only occasionally displayed his ability to turn stones into bread, and the ignorant villagers were amazed.

What's more, it feels real when you put it in your mouth, so isn't that an immortal or something else?

Therefore, more and more people from nearby areas went to Zeshan to seek blessings from the immortals.

In the county government office, County Magistrate Han Guangyou sat in the main seat, his brows full of embarrassment.