Chapter 464 The Earth Immortal looks up at the murderous aura
The old beggar walked on the dimly lit street, letting the cold wind hit his face. His ragged clothes could not block the cold wind at all, but his unique physique was not afraid of the cold.
Return to nature and be reborn.
When you return to your true nature, you will have no fetus or bones.
The old beggar could already see how illusory the deities and beings were when they returned to their true state, but he could not understand the true meaning - what does it mean to be without a fetus and a bone? If we say that there is no embryo and no bones, then those heavenly beings who entered the state of returning to their true state in history, and
How to stay in the human world for a long time instead of dying away? Naturally, the feathered body can be without embryos and bones, but how can it not disturb the world? If there is no emergence, then how can we say that there are no embryos and bones?
If you don’t know, you don’t know.
At the level of returning to nature, Hu Si has already been far away from too many worries and troubles in the world, so he can calmly wait for the great opportunity to return to his true state. However, he can calmly wait for his return to his true nature, but in the end
We are still human, and we cannot be desireless, selfless and fearless.
For example, no one can resist the inevitable death.
Seeking immortality, cultivating immortality, in the end you will be alive to see through it, but what about a few more years?
Looking at eternal life, looking forward to eternal life, at the end of the day, you will be unwilling to die for hundreds of years. Can you get it by abandoning the world of mortals?
People!
The old beggar was full of emotions - when he was at Chen Xian's house, he was indeed deceived by Su Chunfeng's unique qualifications, talents and superb acting skills. He could not be sure that Su Chunfeng was the inheritor of trickery, let alone whether Su Chunfeng used the legendary trickery.
The top secret of eternal life passed down from generation to generation, and thus appeared in this world of mortals. But after he walked out of Chen Xian's house, Hu Si once again chose to trust his intuition!
Without this perseverance and self-confidence, he would not have been able to achieve the reality of returning to nature.
The inheritor of trickery.
Say you are, you are, and you are not;
If you say no, it means no, and if you say yes, it means no.
The old beggar was like a nervous lunatic, laughing heartily on the cold, dim street with few vehicles and pedestrians, causing some passers-by and people in the street shops to look at him with doubts and pity.
Su Chunfeng looked at him from a distance, knowing that the old beggar knew that he was looking at him.
And Su Chunfeng suddenly felt that he seemed to know why the old beggar was laughing nervously in this cold night - it was a kind of excitement, a kind of unrestrainedness, a kind of helplessness, a kind of unwillingness to see through the world of mortals, a kind of
A state of mind that has been sublimated to an extremely high state and returned to its original state. It is a kind of fear and fear that is hidden deep in the heart, but can be manifested in every part of the body at all times.
Su Chunfeng had some thoughts. Maybe one day when he returns to his original state and becomes an earthly immortal, it will be easier for him than the old beggar to become a man of heaven in one fell swoop, right?
Then he smiled, it was inevitable.
It is a strong self-confidence.
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Su Chunfeng called Zhang Lifei and learned that the three of them had finished viewing the lanterns and went to the Huasheng Hotel to sing in the room and invited him to come and play.
Su Chunfeng did not go, and after politely declining, took a taxi back to the logistics park alone.
That night, the old beggar walked dozens of miles and came to the village called Dongwangzhuang. He walked into the narrow alley and stood for a while in front of the dilapidated locked door, smiling to himself.
Said: "I just heard people talk about it, and because I came into contact with Su Chunfeng, I became curious, so I came over to have a look. I never thought about it but had no chance to see it, that's all."
After saying this, the old beggar turned and left.
It was nearly dawn.
Hu Si heard at the Four Lives Gate in southern Hunan that the gatekeeper Lu Song mentioned that there was Gong Hu in Pingyang City, a blind man from the Iron Trigram Immortal Cheng, and an old sorcerer who was a teacher in a rural middle school. The reason why the old beggar came to him
Come here, it’s true that I’m just curious and want to try my luck and use his
In other words, he was just looking for luck - because he knew that Su Chunfeng had gone to school here. If Su Chunfeng had practiced magic back then, it stands to reason that he would not have been able to escape the eyes of Wang Qimin, who was a teacher and a warlock. Maybe Wang Qimin would still have that mysterious person.
What about the news from heaven?
However, he didn't meet Wang Qimin, and the old beggar didn't force anything, and left as he pleased. He actually understood that if the heavenly being who taught Su Chunfeng's magic didn't want Wang Qimin to know about it, even if he stood beside Wang Qimin
In front of him, Wang Qimin didn't recognize him as a sorcerer.
Just as he reached the entrance of the village, the old beggar suddenly stopped, looked up at the western sky slightly to the south shrouded in dark night, and murmured: "What a murderous aura..."
At this moment.
In the dilapidated old house where Gong Hu once lived in Xishan County, Wang Qimin and Diao Ping had already gotten up, sitting cross-legged on the kang in the cold room, meditating for half an hour, and then an old man and a young man came outside to sit in the empty room.
He practiced boxing in the huge courtyard, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered together for a while.
In another room, Gong Hu lazily turned over, put one hand into his crotch and scratched it several times, then shivered comfortably, and then muttered dissatisfiedly: "I'm so full after eating."
Will get up so early, this
To practice magic, what matters is talent. If you are good, you are good, and if you are not good, you are not good. No matter how diligent you are if you are not talented, it will be useless... Damn it, I have never been so diligent, so why don't you still be in the middle stage of Qi refining?
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"Old medicine jar!"
Outside the dark courtyard before dawn, a roar of a Hedong lion suddenly came.
Gong Hu, who was only wearing large underpants, slipped out of the bed and shrank in fear to the corner of the kang. He dragged the quilt over and covered himself with it, shouting: "Not here!"
Bang!
The door was kicked open.
Qi Cui, who was carrying a rolling pin, stepped onto the kang in one step and swung the rolling pin to hit Gong Hu, who was curled up in a ball with the quilt, bang bang bang...
"You old man sneaked here to live!"
"How dare you lie to me!"
"I'll beat you to death today!"
…
Wang Qimin and Diao Ping, who were boxing and practicing in the courtyard, had no time to stop him. Qi Cui rushed in from the door of the courtyard, which actually had no door. As if he had already detected the enemy's situation, he strode directly.
He rushed into the house where Gong Hu was hiding, and then there was a symphony of scoldings, beatings, begging for mercy, and miserable howls, all performed in this dilapidated old house in this dark night before dawn.
Wang Qimin hurriedly ran into the house and tried to dissuade her in a panic: "Brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters, stop fighting. It's all my fault and Ping's baby. I've caused trouble for you again."
Diao Ping also ran in, advising with tears in his eyes: "Auntie, don't hit him..."
After venting her anger, Qi Cui seemed a little tired and her anger was almost gone. Perhaps she felt sorry for Diao Ping and had to save some face for herself and her husband in front of outsiders, right? She walked down the slope carrying the rolling pin.
He jumped down from the kang and said angrily: "Old medicine jar, you haven't even had two good years, do you want to become a sperm in front of me or what? Get off here quickly!"
Gong Hu, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, poked his head out from under the quilt, and said with a flattering smile: "Don't you dare, don't you dare." As he said this, he stretched out his hand to pull the clothes from the end of the kang and put them on himself.
Qi Cui put down the rolling pin, reached out and stroked Diao Ping's head, and said kindly: "Ping baby has grown taller again and has become a big boy. Don't cry. I didn't tell you anything."
"Auntie..." Diao Ping looked shy.
Qi Cui said to Wang Qimin apologetically: "Brother Wang, please don't worry. I'm not here for you and Hepingwa. I'm beating this old man because he is already fifty years old.
He also ran out to visit brothels every now and then. I caught him doing this a few days ago. He actually hugged a little naughty bitch. I took him back and gave him a lesson. He actually dared to run away from home in anger. Tell me,
Should he fight?"
Wang Qimin was extremely embarrassed, thinking that even if he really deserved a beating, he couldn't ask me, and I couldn't say anything.
Diao Ping covered his mouth and laughed secretly.
Gong Hu, who was already dressed quickly under the power of his wife, jumped off the kang and put on his shoes, while asking in a desperate manner: "Fuck, how did you know I live here?"
Qi Cui showed a meaningful sneer, mysterious and unpredictable.
Gong Hu glared at Wang Qimin fiercely as if he had understood, and then stared at Diao Ping who was covering his mouth and holding back his laughter - he was afraid of finding a traitor in everything!
You traitor!
"Don't blame others, I found it on a whim because I suddenly couldn't sleep." Qi Cui snorted.
As soon as he said this, the four people in the room raised their eyebrows almost at the same time, and they all turned to look at the narrow paper window and the open door.
A majestic and murderous spell surged from all directions.
Without hesitation, Wang Qimin raised his hand to knead the formula, silently recited the mantra and circulated his mind. He took a few steps to the side, staggered his feet by more than a foot, pointed his toes inward, and stood in a strange posture, full of energy.
It burst out suddenly, and there was no on-the-spot defense. There was only an overwhelming wave of magic attacks. With unrivaled momentum, he ran head-on into the murderous wave of magic attacks - attack against attack!
"Protect Pingwa." Gong Hu ordered his wife in a deep voice, then picked up his pipe from the bed, held the pipe flat with his right hand, and held it in front of his abdomen with his left hand.
Because of the practice of Wang Qimin and Diao Ping, a lot of spiritual energy from heaven and earth had gathered in the yard, and it had not dissipated in a short period of time. At this moment, under the guidance of Gong Hu's magic and the opening of the magic array on the magic weapon, the smoke gun.
, quickly surrounding
This dilapidated house forms layers of protective layers that ordinary people cannot see, but if you look at it from a warlock's perspective, you can clearly see the layers of colorful light, as well as the magical attack waves that hit it.
The ripples swayed behind.
The battle of wits reached a fever pitch almost instantly.
Gong Hu is in charge.
Wang Qimin attacked.
Both of them are master-level warlocks who have entered the middle stage of Qi refining, and they understand each other's strengths in their respective spells. Therefore, when faced with a sudden and powerful spell attack, the two of them did not panic at all, and responded calmly, and they cooperated extremely well.
Qi Cui, who is as violent as a tigress, has no objection to her man's orders at this moment. She pulled Diao Ping into her arms, whose mind was affected by the surge of spells from the early attack, and his face was pale and his blood was boiling.
, looking coldly from the open doorway to the outside of the courtyard - outside, it was still immersed in the ink-like darkness.