Chapter 122 No longevity, maybe this is me
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Zi Ling Feng Xue
On the way back to Qinxian Mountain.
Chen Xun felt comfortable all over, and he had already conceived the eighteen ways of Red Lightning Wolf in his heart.
The big black cow was also full of joy in his eyes. He looked at Chen Xun from time to time, and his stomach was ready.
But when they passed by Xiuxin Pavilion, it was very lively, forming a circle, pointing and pointing.
There is never a shortage of monks watching the excitement in the world of cultivating immortals, not to mention that there are too many monks in the centennial event of Yuxu City.
Originally, Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu had encountered this kind of situation more than a dozen times over the years, but they never watched the excitement, nor expressed any opinions, and were about to go back on their own.
But hearing people around say what's wrong with the 'Li Temple', Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu stopped in their tracks and looked over there.
In the center of the circle is a white-haired old man with wrinkled face and disheveled hair. He has cultivated to the tenth level of Qi Refining Stage, but his white clothes are covered with dirt.
He seemed a little crazy, and started arguing outside Xiuxin Pavilion.
"Senior, please, let me buy a cave, I have spirit stones, I really have spirit stones!!"
Li Miao's voice was old and hoarse, his eyes were red, and the ground was full of fallen low-grade spirit stones, "There will be an auction of Jidan at the grand event next year, senior, give me a chance!"
"Rules are rules. You can buy them after building the foundation. The Xiuxin Pavilion is not a good hall."
A man frowned and said that this person had been here several times, and he had tried to persuade him, "Young man, don't step on the bottom line of Qinxian Mountain again."
As soon as the words fell, the aura of the man's foundation-building period erupted instantly, and a surge of magic power pressed towards Li Miao. Although this magic power was not fatal, there was a deep despair in Li Miao's eyes.
He has never seen such a powerful mana. Perhaps, in his eyes, this mana is stronger than Yuan Ying Patriarch...
He was shaken back more than ten steps, spewed out a mouthful of blood, limp on the ground, his bones seemed to be falling apart, but he suddenly became calm and stopped making noise.
Sometimes real despair has nothing to do with pain or sadness, and the despair that really penetrates to the bone marrow makes people calm.
The monks around were all far away, some shook their heads and smiled wryly, while some had inexplicable sarcasm in their eyes.
"Go back and forth wherever you go." The man snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards Xiuxin Pavilion.
There was no excitement to watch, and the surrounding monks gradually dispersed. No one would pay attention to what would happen to a casual cultivator during the Qi refining period.
A spirit stone also slipped quietly from Li Miao's body, and he smiled sadly: "Even you look down on me?"
In the howling wind, the leaves swayed aimlessly, circling in the coolness, and this low-grade spirit stone kept rolling, as if it seemed to be the last straw that crushed him.
The wrinkles on Li Miao's face were squeezed deeper and deeper, and the hoarse throat kept rolling: "Even you look down on me..."
At this moment, a big hand suddenly stretched out, and it was the fallen low-grade spirit stone.
Li Miao raised his head slowly, it was a smiling face, and there was a black cow beside him, his pupils were wide open, and he hurriedly straightened his clothes: "Senior, it's you!"
He has guided many seniors over the years, but no one has given him two more spirit stones. He has always remembered Chen Xun and the black bull spirit beast in his heart.
"Moo~" The big black cow also picked up a few spirit stones next to it.
"Long time no see." Chen Xun said with a gentle face, "Put away the Lingshi, it's not easy to get."
"Yes, senior." Li Miao's voice was old and hoarse, and he was no longer the middle-aged man whose eyes were full of hope.
In such a situation, what I fear most is a sudden concern from a stranger, especially if this person is a senior.
He didn't know why tears welled up in his eyes inexplicably, and he remembered that he hadn't cried for many years.
Chen Xun sat on the ground carelessly: "Why do you have to buy a cave in Qinxian Mountain?"
"Moo?" The big black cow also squatted aside, with doubts in his eyes, these spirit stones, Li Miao can improve his strength first.
"Don't hide it from seniors... My family has lived in Yuxu City for three generations, but because I don't have a stable place to live, I've already left and scattered."
Li Miao's eyes were cloudy, and he looked at Qinxian Mountain expectantly, "It would be great if I could buy a cave there...they won't leave."
"So that's how it is. Next year's centenary event, when the big auction is held, the Dan Dingzong will auction off the Foundation Establishment Pill, which is also a way for casual cultivators to survive."
Chen Xun patted Li Temple, his eyes full of encouragement, "When the time comes, go directly to take one, and then come to buy a cave, Lao Niu and I will bring a hundred spirit stones, let's be neighbors."
"Moomoo!!" The big black cow also nodded in encouragement. Chen Xun said: Don't steal or rob, those who work hard will be blessed by God.
"Thank you, senior, thank you, Senior Hei Niu." Li Miao kept bowing his head and clapping his hands, with tears the size of beans falling down.
"Let's go, take you home, you are not in a good state now."
Chen Xun checked Li Miao's body, his pupils shrank slightly, "We have nothing to do now, don't worry."
Li Miao still bowed and cupped his hands, unable to say a word, was forcefully lifted up by Chen Xun, and then headed towards Beicheng.
After half a day.
Behind the bustling North City, there are many invisible and densely packed small dilapidated houses. This is a gathering place for casual cultivators. There are mixed fish and dragons, and there are monks living in the city everywhere.
Li Miao was alone, living in a dilapidated cabin with only one bed, and his situation seemed to be quite miserable.
There were many casual cultivators passing by around, and when they saw Chen Xun, they all bowed their hands and saluted, and their pace quickened a little.
The big black cow stood outside the house and couldn't squeeze in. The door was too small and old, it was really embarrassing.
There is a dry tree outside the door, the branches stretch out in all directions, without a gleam of brilliance, not eye-catching, but against the cold wind, it looks a little bleak and bleak.
Chen Xun looked around, didn't mind at all, but sighed deeply, if Li Miao was in the mortal world of Qian Kingdom, he must be a very rich and powerful immortal teacher.
"Senior, I'm really sorry to delay you for half a day. Please accept this hundred spirit stones." Li Miao said tremblingly, holding up the spirit stones in his hands.
"I'm a dignified foundation-builder, am I missing your hundred spirit stones?" Chen Xun sneered, "Li Miao, you really don't give me face."
"Senior, forgive me!" Li Miao's expression was startled, his hands trembled in fright, and a few pieces of spirit stones fell to the ground sparsely.
Chen Xun waved his hand, and changed his voice: "Heal your wounds well, next year will be a century-old event, you must seize the opportunity."
"The younger generation will follow the instruction." Li Miao made a big gift to Chen Xun, his eyes were full of emotion.
Chen Xun took the big black bull away on his own, but sighed slightly when he left.
Looking at Li Temple, Chen Xun seemed to see himself back then. If he hadn't lived forever, maybe after he came here, he would work hard to live a good life in the ordinary world.
Or maybe you will come into contact with the world of cultivating immortals, and then work hard for the resources of cultivating immortals.
Not surprisingly, due to the limitation of his aptitude for cultivating immortals, he finally died in the depths of Ningyun Mountains with regrets. The process seemed to be no different from that of Li Temple.
After all, the mentality of the immortal and the cultivator are different. When we meet by chance, we can only wish him a better ending.
Li Miao leaned against the bed and closed his eyes slightly. He felt that his body was in great pain, but he kept murmuring softly: "It would be great if I could take a picture of a Jidan next year..."
Chen Xun felt comfortable all over, and he had already conceived the eighteen ways of Red Lightning Wolf in his heart.
The big black cow was also full of joy in his eyes. He looked at Chen Xun from time to time, and his stomach was ready.
But when they passed by Xiuxin Pavilion, it was very lively, forming a circle, pointing and pointing.
There is never a shortage of monks watching the excitement in the world of cultivating immortals, not to mention that there are too many monks in the centennial event of Yuxu City.
Originally, Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu had encountered this kind of situation more than a dozen times over the years, but they never watched the excitement, nor expressed any opinions, and were about to go back on their own.
But hearing people around say what's wrong with the 'Li Temple', Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu stopped in their tracks and looked over there.
In the center of the circle is a white-haired old man with wrinkled face and disheveled hair. He has cultivated to the tenth level of Qi Refining Stage, but his white clothes are covered with dirt.
He seemed a little crazy, and started arguing outside Xiuxin Pavilion.
"Senior, please, let me buy a cave, I have spirit stones, I really have spirit stones!!"
Li Miao's voice was old and hoarse, his eyes were red, and the ground was full of fallen low-grade spirit stones, "There will be an auction of Jidan at the grand event next year, senior, give me a chance!"
"Rules are rules. You can buy them after building the foundation. The Xiuxin Pavilion is not a good hall."
A man frowned and said that this person had been here several times, and he had tried to persuade him, "Young man, don't step on the bottom line of Qinxian Mountain again."
As soon as the words fell, the aura of the man's foundation-building period erupted instantly, and a surge of magic power pressed towards Li Miao. Although this magic power was not fatal, there was a deep despair in Li Miao's eyes.
He has never seen such a powerful mana. Perhaps, in his eyes, this mana is stronger than Yuan Ying Patriarch...
He was shaken back more than ten steps, spewed out a mouthful of blood, limp on the ground, his bones seemed to be falling apart, but he suddenly became calm and stopped making noise.
Sometimes real despair has nothing to do with pain or sadness, and the despair that really penetrates to the bone marrow makes people calm.
The monks around were all far away, some shook their heads and smiled wryly, while some had inexplicable sarcasm in their eyes.
"Go back and forth wherever you go." The man snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards Xiuxin Pavilion.
There was no excitement to watch, and the surrounding monks gradually dispersed. No one would pay attention to what would happen to a casual cultivator during the Qi refining period.
A spirit stone also slipped quietly from Li Miao's body, and he smiled sadly: "Even you look down on me?"
In the howling wind, the leaves swayed aimlessly, circling in the coolness, and this low-grade spirit stone kept rolling, as if it seemed to be the last straw that crushed him.
The wrinkles on Li Miao's face were squeezed deeper and deeper, and the hoarse throat kept rolling: "Even you look down on me..."
At this moment, a big hand suddenly stretched out, and it was the fallen low-grade spirit stone.
Li Miao raised his head slowly, it was a smiling face, and there was a black cow beside him, his pupils were wide open, and he hurriedly straightened his clothes: "Senior, it's you!"
He has guided many seniors over the years, but no one has given him two more spirit stones. He has always remembered Chen Xun and the black bull spirit beast in his heart.
"Moo~" The big black cow also picked up a few spirit stones next to it.
"Long time no see." Chen Xun said with a gentle face, "Put away the Lingshi, it's not easy to get."
"Yes, senior." Li Miao's voice was old and hoarse, and he was no longer the middle-aged man whose eyes were full of hope.
In such a situation, what I fear most is a sudden concern from a stranger, especially if this person is a senior.
He didn't know why tears welled up in his eyes inexplicably, and he remembered that he hadn't cried for many years.
Chen Xun sat on the ground carelessly: "Why do you have to buy a cave in Qinxian Mountain?"
"Moo?" The big black cow also squatted aside, with doubts in his eyes, these spirit stones, Li Miao can improve his strength first.
"Don't hide it from seniors... My family has lived in Yuxu City for three generations, but because I don't have a stable place to live, I've already left and scattered."
Li Miao's eyes were cloudy, and he looked at Qinxian Mountain expectantly, "It would be great if I could buy a cave there...they won't leave."
"So that's how it is. Next year's centenary event, when the big auction is held, the Dan Dingzong will auction off the Foundation Establishment Pill, which is also a way for casual cultivators to survive."
Chen Xun patted Li Temple, his eyes full of encouragement, "When the time comes, go directly to take one, and then come to buy a cave, Lao Niu and I will bring a hundred spirit stones, let's be neighbors."
"Moomoo!!" The big black cow also nodded in encouragement. Chen Xun said: Don't steal or rob, those who work hard will be blessed by God.
"Thank you, senior, thank you, Senior Hei Niu." Li Miao kept bowing his head and clapping his hands, with tears the size of beans falling down.
"Let's go, take you home, you are not in a good state now."
Chen Xun checked Li Miao's body, his pupils shrank slightly, "We have nothing to do now, don't worry."
Li Miao still bowed and cupped his hands, unable to say a word, was forcefully lifted up by Chen Xun, and then headed towards Beicheng.
After half a day.
Behind the bustling North City, there are many invisible and densely packed small dilapidated houses. This is a gathering place for casual cultivators. There are mixed fish and dragons, and there are monks living in the city everywhere.
Li Miao was alone, living in a dilapidated cabin with only one bed, and his situation seemed to be quite miserable.
There were many casual cultivators passing by around, and when they saw Chen Xun, they all bowed their hands and saluted, and their pace quickened a little.
The big black cow stood outside the house and couldn't squeeze in. The door was too small and old, it was really embarrassing.
There is a dry tree outside the door, the branches stretch out in all directions, without a gleam of brilliance, not eye-catching, but against the cold wind, it looks a little bleak and bleak.
Chen Xun looked around, didn't mind at all, but sighed deeply, if Li Miao was in the mortal world of Qian Kingdom, he must be a very rich and powerful immortal teacher.
"Senior, I'm really sorry to delay you for half a day. Please accept this hundred spirit stones." Li Miao said tremblingly, holding up the spirit stones in his hands.
"I'm a dignified foundation-builder, am I missing your hundred spirit stones?" Chen Xun sneered, "Li Miao, you really don't give me face."
"Senior, forgive me!" Li Miao's expression was startled, his hands trembled in fright, and a few pieces of spirit stones fell to the ground sparsely.
Chen Xun waved his hand, and changed his voice: "Heal your wounds well, next year will be a century-old event, you must seize the opportunity."
"The younger generation will follow the instruction." Li Miao made a big gift to Chen Xun, his eyes were full of emotion.
Chen Xun took the big black bull away on his own, but sighed slightly when he left.
Looking at Li Temple, Chen Xun seemed to see himself back then. If he hadn't lived forever, maybe after he came here, he would work hard to live a good life in the ordinary world.
Or maybe you will come into contact with the world of cultivating immortals, and then work hard for the resources of cultivating immortals.
Not surprisingly, due to the limitation of his aptitude for cultivating immortals, he finally died in the depths of Ningyun Mountains with regrets. The process seemed to be no different from that of Li Temple.
After all, the mentality of the immortal and the cultivator are different. When we meet by chance, we can only wish him a better ending.
Li Miao leaned against the bed and closed his eyes slightly. He felt that his body was in great pain, but he kept murmuring softly: "It would be great if I could take a picture of a Jidan next year..."
