The extraordinary daily life of people with super powers

"Yes, yes, yes." Han Guangyou nodded repeatedly. He also understood this truth.

After all, great kindness can be like great hatred.

"Then, Master Zhen, if there is nothing else, I will go down and prepare."

Han Guangyou wiped the sweat from his forehead. This True Lord was too murderous and put too much pressure on him.

"Go."

Tang Ansheng did not stop him. With the local county magistrate working for him, many problems could be easily solved.

"After I leave, you two don't have to follow me. It's up to you whether you want to go or stay."

Tang Ansheng knew that these two people had gone down the mountain to travel. They had been detained here for so long that the leader of Qingshan Sect must have started to get anxious.

Song Qingshan and Yu Shanshan looked at each other and said, "Senior, I want to send Junior Sister back to the sect first. Master and the others must be a little anxious after she has been out for so long."

"I will come back later to supervise these people in building the Taoist temple."

"Senior Brother, I want to come back too." Yu Shanshan said.

This place is free and easy. Even though there are some bad memories in the early days, isn’t that the past?

Moreover, there are too many rules in the sect, and she is restricted. She can't do this or that. If it weren't for this, she wouldn't have made a fuss about leaving Chen Mountain.

So when she heard that she was leaving, Yu Shanshan was actually a little reluctant for a moment.

"Well, let's talk about it after I go back and see my master's wife." Song Qingshan said.

He knew that, given how much the master and mistress doted on his junior sister, they would never swallow this insult when they saw that she had suffered such a great "loss", and might even cause trouble for him.

But the senior is a true immortal with great magical powers. If Master and his wife really force their way in, they will probably suffer a great loss.

So he had to come back and look after the Taoist temple to avoid conflicts when his seniors returned.

"Master and Madam, I don't want to collect your bodies."

"I hope you will listen to my advice, otherwise I will have no choice but to follow you down." This is what Song Qingshan sighed about.

The senior killed people without any emotional fluctuations. If the master and his mistress had a conflict with him, they would have died.

It was impossible for him to seek revenge on his predecessor, so he could only pay his life to his master and his mistress.

Seeing the bitter look on her senior brother's face, Yu Shanshan thought he was worried that she would never be able to get out again after returning, so she said:

"Brother, don't worry. Dad loves me the most and will let me out."

Hurt? It's because I love you the most that I'm worried!

Song Qingshan's expression became more bitter.

Tang Ansheng sat in the main seat, looking at the two people below with a smile.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the next morning.

Tang Ansheng stood in the front, and behind him, Song Qingshan and Yu Shanshan bowed respectfully.

Further behind were the old village chief and several wealthy families.

At the end were the villagers who went up the mountain to work.

They had all been notified that the True Immortal from Zeshan would be away for a while due to some matters.

I'm not the one who can save you.

"Old Wood, what do you think the immortal is going to do?"

The villagers at the back began to chatter and discuss in low voices.

"The immortal has great powers. What is it that needs him to do personally?"

Old Wood glanced at the man and shook his head: "How should I know? That is the business of the immortals. It may be a great event. We just need to repair the Taoist temple for the immortals and don't think too much about other things."

"But once the immortal leaves, who will distribute the money and food?"

"I heard from the old village chief that it was the county magistrate who came to distribute it." said a dark-skinned man.

"Mr. County Magistrate? Can he also distribute bread?"

Someone looked around and whispered, "It doesn't seem so. The county magistrate can't give out bread, but he will use other grains to make up for it."

"Oh, not bread?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the villagers present began to become restless as if a few drops of water were dropped into an frying pan.

They had all eaten that bread, it was truly something from another world.

"I've never eaten such fine noodles, with oil, sugar, and I heard that the greasy stuff on the bread is called butter. It feels like a dream."

"What if I can't eat it in the future?"

"No matter who it is, as long as I give him money and bread, he is a god. If he doesn't give me money and still wants me to work, no way!"

As soon as these words came out, it seemed to resonate with people, and several people echoed:

"Yeah, no way!"

"No bread, no work!"

Old Wood looked at the people who spoke and sighed in his heart.

It is they who need the immortal, not the immortal who needs them. If they can't even understand this and can't grasp their own position, something bad will happen in the future.

Lao Mu is the best carpenter in the village. He has not seen much of the world, but he has a sincere heart. It is because of his sincerity that he got the nickname "Lao Mu".

He didn't remind those people because he knew it was useless.

He just looked silently at the Taoist robe in the front and prayed in his heart.

"I hope everything goes well for the Immortal."

But just after he finished praying, he laughed again. What kind of person is the immortal? Does he still need him to pray?

Everything will surely go well!

Although the villagers' conversations below were in low voices, Tang Ansheng heard them all.

His hidden strength has reached a high level and his spiritual realm is even higher, so these small movements cannot escape his eyes.

"By the way, I'll give you a copy of the secret book and a copy of the secret book."

Tang Ansheng took out a copy of the Dark Force Cultivation Inspiration from his arms and said, "This is the cultivation method of my disciples. It contains both bright and dark forces, and is slightly different from the ninth-grade cultivation martial arts."

"If there must be a correspondence, the bright force corresponds to the lower three levels, and the dark force corresponds to the middle three levels. If you can practice it, there will be follow-up after I come back."

This was written overnight by Tang Ansheng last night.

This time when I go to the capital, there will probably be a bloodbath.

Song Qingshan also wanted to build a Taoist temple for him. He was not a capitalist who hung street lamps and wanted the horse to run but did not give it grass to eat.

This secret book is equivalent to grass for feeding Song Qingshan's horse.

"This……"

Song Qingshan's eyes widened. What did he hear? Something different from the ninth-grade martial arts practice?

Are there other ways of cultivation in this world?

What an immortal!

He took the secret book tremblingly and wanted to kneel down immediately.

In this era, skills cannot be passed on easily, let alone martial arts that can be used to survive.

Even if you join a sect, if you don't fetch water or collect firewood for three years, and work hard without complaint for three years, don't expect to learn any martial arts.

You have to know that he grew up in Qingshan Sect and is the eldest senior brother of Qingshan Sect. He only knows one middle-grade martial art. If he doesn't master the top-grade martial arts, he can't practice it as the sect leader.

But what is he holding in his hand now?

This is a fucking secret manual of another way of cultivation. Top-grade martial arts are nothing compared to it.

"Moreover, from what you said, Senior, this path of cultivation can be comparable to the ninth-grade martial arts?"

"If I leak it out, I'm afraid I'll be hunted down by martial artists all over the world."

Song Qingshan's eyes were firm: "Don't worry, senior. Even if I die, I won't reveal a single word."

He looked at Yu Shanshan again and called out, "Junior Sister."

"Yes, I understand." Yu Shanshan also understood the seriousness of the situation and swore, "Even if I die, I won't reveal a single word."

The two of them looked so determined as if they were going to die in the next second, which made Tang Ansheng feel amused.

"Don't be nervous. This is nothing shameful."

"If it is really leaked and someone threatens you, just hand over the secret book to save your life."

“You must know that if you save the land but lose the people, both the people and the land will be lost; if you save the people but lose the land, both the people and the land will be saved.”

Song Qingshan silently repeated the last two sentences, "If you save the land but lose the people, both the people and the land will be lost; if you save the people but lose the land, both the people and the land will be saved."

The more he listened, the more he could feel the wisdom of his predecessors.

"You can also practice." Tang Ansheng said this to Yu Shanshan.

"Ah, can I do it too?" Yu Shanshan never thought that she could practice it.

You know, no matter how much her father dotes on her, some martial arts secrets will not be passed on to her.

Because their ancestors had a rule that the inheritance should be passed down to males and not females.

The idea of ​​favoring sons over daughters was deeply rooted in the Daxia Dynasty.

If Yu Shanshan was a man, Song Qingshan might not have been picked up and brought back to the mountain, and even if he was picked up, he would not have been trained as a successor.

"Ah."

"Thank you... Senior!"

Yu Shanshan bowed respectfully, calling him "senior" more intimately than calling him her parents.

Passing on to them this kind of martial arts that can help them make a living is no exaggeration to say that it is a grace of rebirth.

It's not something that can be repaid with just a gift, but they are completely unable to help now. They can only keep it in mind and try their best to help Tang Ansheng build the Taoist temple.

"I have a few words to say before I go."

Tang Ansheng looked at Song Qingshan and said, "If you meet any witches or demons in the future, don't get close to them, stay away from them."

"If the other person insists on pestering you, break her legs."

"Senior, I understand." Song Qingshan nodded.

Although he didn't understand why the witch and the demon were pestering him, the senior was a true immortal and everything he said was true.

"Maybe the senior has seen the future?" Song Qingshan muttered to himself.

"If someone blackmails you and asks you to hand over this or that thing, don't listen. Go up and kill them all."

"..."

It took Song Qingshan a while to understand what "moral kidnapping" meant.

"clear."

During the twenty days or so following Tang Ansheng, he didn't learn anything else, but he did learn how to solve problems.

If the problem cannot be solved, solve the person who raised the problem.

"besides……"

Tang Ansheng said a lot of things, all of which were common routines in the martial arts world. He also gave the simplest way to deal with these routines, which was "kill".

"As for you."

"Me?" Yu Shanshan saw Tang Ansheng looking at her and quickly stood up.

"If any of your junior brothers or uncles approach you with bad intentions, tell Song Qingshan and have him kill them."

Junior brother is easy to deal with, but what the hell is uncle-master?

Moreover, she had been exposed to the sun for more than twenty days and had become too tanned. Her current appearance was not even half as good as before.

Yu Shanshan didn't understand, but still replied, "Yes."