Hong Fugui's reaction was beyond Cui Heng's expectation.
After some questioning, he finally understood what was going on.
It turns out that Hong Fugui was born in a remote mountain village. His parents were tenant farmers of a landlord. The landlord exploited him severely and his family never had a full meal.
When Hong Fugui was eight years old, there was a drought. When he was nine years old, there was a locust plague and a plague. Severe famine spread, and in some places people had cannibalism.
Under this situation, the landlord still refused to reduce the rent, but instead intensified the oppression, causing Hong Fugui's parents, two brothers, and one sister to starve to death.
When Hong Fugui's parents were dying, they had hallucinations. All they murmured were, "There is porridge to drink. There is endless white porridge to drink. Rich son, come and drink..."
But they never had even a sip of porridge until they died.
Even after his death, his body was exposed by the landlord and almost robbed by hungry people to cook meat for them to eat.
It was Hong Fugui who took a sickle and hacked three people to death, and then managed to save the bodies of his parents, brother and sister, and cremated and buried them.
Therefore, when he saw this bowl of fragrant white porridge, he was a little emotional and thought of his deceased parents, siblings.
Cui Heng was silent for a long time after hearing this. After Hong Fugui calmed down, he gently patted his shoulder and said, "Come on, let's drink some porridge first."
Hong Fugui's situation is very dangerous now. Due to his extreme hunger and severe mood swings, he is very likely to faint and die directly.
"Thank you, Immortal, Immortal Lord." Hong Fugui thanked him personally. He didn't know how to call Cui Heng, so he simply called him Immortal Lord along with the yellow scarf warrior.
"My surname is Cui, please call me Mr. Cui." Cui Heng said with a smile.
"Yes, Mr. Cui." Hong Fugui responded quickly. At the same time, he sat at the table, looked at the bowl of porridge, then looked at Cui Heng, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Cui, can I really drink it?
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"Drink it, slowly, don't burn it." Cui Heng nodded lightly.
"Wow! It smells so good! It's so hot!" Hong Fugui exclaimed while drinking the porridge. He didn't want to stop even if it was very hot. After all, in his more than ten years of life, he had never eaten as happily as he did today.
Cui Heng didn't stop him and just watched from the side.
The rice used for this white porridge is not ordinary, it is the spiritual rice produced in the novice farm.
Not only is it delicious in color and aroma, it also contains subtle spiritual energy, is rich in nutrients, yet moisturizes quietly, and won't be overloaded all at once.
Cui Heng had a good impression of Hong Fugui, a poor man who had suffered a lot.
A mere bowl of white porridge was nothing more than a simple effort for him, but it could already give this poor man unprecedented happiness.
Moreover, a person has stayed in this novice space for ten years. If it weren't for the yellow scarf warrior, he would have almost forgotten how to speak.
But the Yellow Turban Lux is just a robot that obeys every word and has no real intelligence.
Now it's finally easy for a human being who can communicate normally to come in. Of course he wants Hong Fugui to become healthy, even if he just talks.
You can also learn about the situation in the outside world.
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Hong Fugui wolfed down the food.
A large bowl of white porridge was wiped out by him in less than a minute, and two small bowls of mustard were also killed.
His stomach was warm and bulging. This was happiness he had never felt before.
However, Hong Fugui didn't just think about the aftertaste. He stood up hurriedly and wanted to thank Cui Heng, but suddenly found that he seemed to have grown taller.
"What's going on?" He looked down at his hands in shock, then looked at his feet, and found that his hands were much bigger, his sleeves were shorter, and his pants were also shorter.
I just drank a bowl of porridge and actually grew taller and grown up?
Moreover, my body seems to be much lighter, and I think all the injuries all over my body have been healed.
"So this is not porridge, this is elixir!" Hong Fugui was extremely shocked and looked at Cui Heng with eyes full of gratitude and unspeakable respect.
How could such a magical medicine be so generously given to a poor person like me?
This is definitely a great immortal who saves people in need!
"Thank you Immortal Lord for saving my life, thank you Immortal Lord for giving me the elixir!" Hong Fugui was so excited that he didn't know how to express it, so he simply knelt down and kowtowed to Cui Heng in a way of thanking the gods and Buddhas.
"It's just an ordinary meal." Cui Heng shook his head and smiled, raised his hand to let Hong Fugui stand up, and said: "Don't kneel down anymore, just call me sir, don't call me immortal anymore."
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Have you ever seen the Immortal Master at the sixth level of Qi Refining?
The Yellow Turban Lux is a "system setting" and can't be changed. He feels guilty when others call him that.
"It's an immortal, sir." Hong Fugui nodded quickly, and then asked respectfully, "Sir, you saved my life and gave me the elixir. My life belongs to you, sir. If you have any orders, just tell me."
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He no longer sought a way to save the world, but first focused on repaying Cui Heng's kindness.
"Don't you want a way to save the world?" Cui Heng chuckled.
"I haven't even repaid Mr.'s great kindness, so how can I dare to ask for the Holy Dharma?" Hong Fugui shook his head.
"Then let's chat with me and play games first." Cui Heng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a smile, "Come with me and I will teach you what PS5 is."
"Fart Ace Dance?" Hong Fugui looked confused, feeling that the immortal's words were really mysterious and unpredictable.
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In the next three days, Cui Heng was not in a hurry to ask Hong Fugui about the situation outside.
He and Hong Fugui played games, ate, farmed, and chatted about various things, with a very relaxed attitude.
Compared with the ten years he lived alone, Cui Heng felt that these were the three days in which he was in the best mood.
In this state of mind, he felt that the bottleneck in his realm that had been stagnant for more than a year was actually loosened!
Yes, just the sixth level of Qi Refining made him stagnant for more than a year!
This is one of the reasons why he recognizes the reality clearly.
"Sure enough, you have to stay happy to cultivate immortality!" Cui Heng thought in his heart.
As for Hong Fugui.
The experience of these three days in the fairyland can be described as mysterious.
He has seen too many bizarre and incredible fairy treasures.
for example:
A fairy door lock that can be opened with just one click without a key.
A fairy light that can be turned on and off freely with just a word without using wax.
This fairy kettle can automatically boil just by putting water in it, without lighting a fire.
And the most amazing Fart Ace dance!
It is not a dance, but a fairy magic weapon.
This magic weapon can display various scenes on a light screen, some are terrifying and eerie, some are wonderful and magnificent, and there seem to be countless worlds inside.
What's even more bizarre is that a little mortal like me can actually control the creatures in these worlds through this magic weapon!
It’s unbelievable!
I am afraid that only those who have complete control over these worlds can grant such great authority to such a small mortal like myself.
In just three days, in Hong Fugui's heart, Cui Heng had been upgraded from the image of a reclusive immortal to a supreme being who controlled countless worlds.
Early that morning, Hong Fugui walked out of the room and was about to go see Cui Heng to say hello.
But as soon as he went out, he saw the sun and moon shining brightly in the sky.
I saw streaks of golden clouds flowing in the sky.
At this time, there was a figure bathing in the radiance of the sun, the moon and the glow of the sky, slowly rising into the sky.