Chapter 113 Immortals are not benevolent and should kill immortals
The wine jug is a celadon wine jug, which contains peach blossom wine. It is also the first gift given by the master to his disciples, and Su Fan will remember it in his heart.
Su Fan calmly put down the flask and suddenly laughed, he said: "What's the use of what you got? Now that the Tianyuan Sect is gone, I'm afraid that some more powerful small sects can join hands to attack the Tianyuan Sect.
Down."
The old man in purple also smiled, but there was an indescribable bitterness in his smile. He said slowly: "There are some things you won't understand."
Su Fan was irritated by these words, and he said angrily: "How can I understand if you don't tell me."
The old man in purple clothes still smiled and said: "I can't say."
Su Fan was completely speechless. He looked at the old man in purple coldly and said coldly: "Could it be that you are lying when you say it's for Ziyun?"
Speaking of Ziyun, Wuming was startled. He looked at the old man in Ziyi silently. This was the reason why he thought the old man in Ziyi would help him. Now that Su Fan asked him, he couldn't help but feel curious.
The old man in purple pondered for a moment, then smiled lightly and said: "No."
Wuming could no longer remain silent. He hurriedly said: "Such a calm and reasonable answer seems to be true. But I want to know..."
"Zui Xian wants to know too, but I won't tell him," the old man in purple said.
Being blocked by such a sentence, Wuming couldn't ask any more questions. After all, the other party had helped him avenge himself, but it was also hard to ask about other people's privacy.
Everyone has secrets that they don't want to tell. Maybe you think it's okay to tell them, and it can also solve some problems.
But for the person who has the secret, it will be painful to tell him. Solving that problem is nothing compared to the pain.
Su Fan didn't ask any more questions because the old man in purple had already left.
Looking at the departing purple back, it feels so familiar and yet so strange. Just like the pink back I looked at on Xiaoxue Mountain that year.
Su Fan sighed and said, "Now that it's like this, let's all go."
Wuming smiled slightly thinking about Su Fan and said, "Thank you."
Su Fan smiled bitterly and said: "I also want to thank you for treating me so highly when we were in Luo City. It's a pity that I can't do it for anyone."
Wuming put away the magic weapon and said: "Today I realize how ridiculous I am. I thought that with my ability, I would be able to cultivate you into a useful person."
Lin Xiaofeng suddenly said: "But you discovered that his ability is much stronger than yours." When speaking, Lin Xiaofeng's face was full of innocence, as if he was also deeply affected by it.
Su Fan hurriedly said: "Don't talk nonsense, Wuming is a senior and a genius. How can he be compared to a dwarf like me who is practicing."
Wuming laughed and said: "That's true. I think fellow Taoist Ziyi has also discovered this phenomenon. If I'm not mistaken, your dark skills should be Taoist skills."
After that frightening scene, Su Fan was still frightened when he mentioned the darkness again, and the pressure that was like the power of God almost destroyed him.
Su Fan didn't understand why that technique was not so powerful in the Colorful Palace, and Su Fan had never used it before.
Why can the seven-colored light be cast after the old man in red casts it? Is there any connection? What is the origin of the Colorful Palace?
Su Fan didn't want to talk about his experiences in the Colorful Palace because it would involve one more thing. Su Fan didn't know what the jade pendant on his waist was, but Su Fan understood that the jade pendant was in his life.
If someone came to rob him, it would be like taking his life. If someone came to claim his life, Su Fan would not mind letting him come back.
Su Fan casually said: "Taoism? What is it again?"
Lin Xiaofeng interjected: "Tao skills are naturally created by Taoists."
Su Fan had only heard of cultivating immortals, but never of cultivating Taoism. He asked out of curiosity: "Cultivation of Taoism? What's the difference between cultivating Taoism and cultivating immortals?"
Lin Xiaofeng didn't know how to answer, because this was a very vague concept to him. In his eyes, whether he was cultivating immortality or cultivating Taoism, it was the same: to make himself stronger.
Wuming looked at Su Fan with admiration and said with a smile: "Very few people care about this issue because they think it is not important to cultivate anything. What is important is to improve your cultivation."
Su Fan was silent, and Lin Xiaofeng scratched his head and scratched his head to hide his embarrassment. It was him who Wuming was talking about.
Wuming continued: "Actually, that's not the case. Cultivating an immortal means practicing to become an immortal, and cultivating the Tao means achieving one's own Taoism."
Su Fan stared into the void, as if he could see the immortals standing proudly in the sky, and then whispered: "What is the difference between becoming an immortal and becoming a Taoist?"
Wuming gave a bitter smile and said: "My cultivation level is low and I haven't reached any level yet, but after hearing about the state of mind, I can get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of the world."
Su Fan lowered his head slightly disappointed, secretly thinking about whether he would cultivate Taoism or immortality if that day came, but an arrogant voice disturbed his tranquility.
"Immortals are not benevolent. You and I, mortals, should practice Taoism and kill all the immortals."
This sentence can be said to be extremely domineering and arrogant. How much strength and background is needed to kill an immortal. Su Fan thought to himself, I am afraid that even the rumored Song Empire would not dare to say such domineering words.
No one was ridiculing this sentence, nor did they mean it with disdain. They all looked at the place where the voice came from calmly, and they were all curious about the strength of the person who could say this.
The man actually walked out of the Seven-Color Hall casually, and everyone was shocked again. When did he enter the Seven-Color Hall, or maybe he was a person in the Seven-Color Hall.
The man was dressed in gray clothes with a white dove embroidered on it. The dove was lifelike, as if it were alive and about to soar.
Su Fan glanced at the man, and a word emerged unconsciously.
"The messenger."
Su Fan was startled and said: "This..., this senior, I don't know what's going on."
Seeing the wretched look on that man's face, the image of a great master that had originally appeared in Su Fan's mind suddenly disappeared. Naturally, disappointment was inevitable, but Su Fan hid it well and he firmly believed that no one could see it.
The truth was just as Su Fan thought. Lin Xiaofeng and others didn't see it, so they all looked at Su Fan with puzzled looks.
Perhaps he was questioning Su Fan's vision. For such a wretched person to be called senior, wouldn't it destroy the sacred term "senior"?
The man in gray's expression changed and he said displeasedly: "I'm here to find someone."
Su Fan hurriedly said: "Who are you looking for?"
The man in gray said: "Looking for you."
Su Fan asked curiously: "You and I don't know each other, what do you want from me?"
The man in gray said: "I'm looking for you to retrieve something."
Su Fan smiled and said: "You and I don't know each other, how could I take your things."
The man in gray didn't seem to want to explain to Su Fan why he took your things. He said: "It's a token, give it to me quickly."
Su Fan couldn't help but laugh at this unreasonable person. He didn't know any tokens and didn't have any tokens, so he was about to turn around and leave.
The man in gray said impatiently: "It's the one around your waist..."
Su Fan suddenly interrupted him and said in a cold voice: "Lin Xiaofeng, please send Hong Ling back to Zuixianju first. Senior Wuming, please leave here as soon as possible. You are seriously injured and it is not safe here."
The two of them didn't know what Su Fan meant, but looking at Su Fan's solemn expression, they understood that what Su Fan said had his own reasons, so they had no choice but to leave as he said.
Su Fan watched the two of them leave and then calmed down and said, "Friend, is that thing yours?"
The man in gray said coldly: "Why do you talk so much nonsense? Are you going to give it or not?"
Su Fan slowly moved back, touched the storage bag, and said, "Are you going to rob it openly?"
The man in gray sarcastically said: "So what if you rob him openly? If you are not as good as Nascent Soul, I could have killed you at will thousands of years ago."
Su Fan secretly thought that something was wrong. He couldn't see through this man's cultivation level. And just now, Wuming couldn't clearly see through it either. Before passing through his words, Su Fan could immediately tell what his cultivation level was.
"Transform the state of mind."
Su Fan's face turned pale, but he still had no intention of handing over the jade pendant.
Su Fan smiled and said, "I don't know what you call me, senior, or where you come from."
After saying these words, Su Fan regretted asking such boring words at a critical moment of life and death. Practitioners are generally as shrewd as foxes. It is taboo to reveal one's identity and origin to prevent others from seeking revenge in the future.
If Su Fan asked another monk like this, he would definitely anger the other monk and kill him immediately. Then all the items would be taken away and the corpse would be destroyed.