It turns out that being a loose libertine does not make people cry with gratitude when they are serious.
Nan Fuguang's first reaction was overwhelming embarrassment. He scratched the base of his ear where the temperature was suspiciously abnormal, and asked in a bad tone why she was so serious about apologizing even though she was just talking casually.
The man's expression turned into the most common look of helplessness. He asked Nan Fuguang, if I said that for a moment just now I felt that you seemed to be bullied by me, would you go crazy?
"Yes."
Nan Fuguang's face was expressionless and he used a decisive tone.
"This is a dining hall, a public place. Every day the uncles and aunts in the dining hall rack their brains to make delicious food for the disciples. Don't force me to slap you in the most sincere place in the world."
The man stopped talking.
But then he acted extremely cooperative and docile.
Specifically, after breakfast, Nan Fuguang said that she was going to morning class and jumped on the green light sword. She lowered her head and looked at the pig butcher who was still standing on the ground next to her. The latter looked up at her slightly, like He is waiting for her arrangement.
Nan Fuguang released Wei Weng and took him back to Taohualing to lock him up, but after hesitating, she changed her mind: "You can walk around, but don't go to sensitive places."
"Okay."
"If there is any place that makes you feel uncomfortable, don't go - forget that there are usually people guarding such places." Nan Fuguang frowned, and impatiently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
The morning breeze blew her hair a little messy. Compared with flying with a sword, her image would be much more elegant, but obviously she didn't care about this. The hair stuck to her face, making her complexion even whiter, but Not pale.
Next to the green light sword, the man's eyes swept over the eyelashes of the elder sister Yuntianzong who was shaking slightly because of discomfort, and said calmly: "I'm just taking a walk nearby."
Nan Fuguang said "Oh" and gave him a bell.
"Don't ignore me when the bell rings" is one of the evil little inventions. If you ring the bell within a hundred miles, the person holding the mother bell can hear it immediately. And if the person holding the bell maliciously does not respond, the mother bell will continue to grow. It showed its fangs and bit the bell holder's hand as a reminder.
Easier to use than a double-sided mirror.
It was so useful that even before this, Nan Fuguang herself was baffled that there was someone she had to deal with that made her able to invent this thing.
——Now it’s a strange combination of circumstances that comes in handy.
Seeing the pig butcher holding the bell in front of his eyes with two fingers and shaking it gently, as if he was very interested in this thing, Nan Fuguang warned him: "Don't disturb it unless it is urgent, and don't cause trouble again."
The man raised both hands to show that he must be obedient.
He was too cooperative, and Nan Fuguang's soles rubbed uncomfortably on the Qingguang Sword, which caused the two of them to fall into a brief silence. Finally, the butcher reminded her: "You're going to be late."
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Nan Fuguang frowned at him.
Then turned and left.
The man stood there for a while, then turned around and saw countless eyes peeking out from behind the doors and windows of the dining hall and staring at him silently, as if he was a piece of fat falling from the sky among the wolves.
——As a mortal, he should be aware of this fear.
But he just smiled at them.
Then he lowered his head, carefully put away the brass bell in his hand, and left in the direction Nan Fuguang left.
……
As soon as Nan Fuguang stepped onto the steps leading to the morning hall, the "Don't Ignore Me When the Collar Rings" hidden in his sleeve rang. Nan Fuguang paused. First he thought he was hallucinating, and then... He had the idea of cutting the person holding the bell into pieces.
Some inventions are truly evil and unnecessary.
Now she had to admit it.
The bell rang and vibrated, and the increasingly strong sense of presence made Nan Fuguang feel that her forearm, which was pressed against the brass bell, was almost numb from the shock. Before the mother bell opened her fangs and gave her a bite, she viciously Take out the damn brass bell——
"Say!"
The senior sister of Yuntian Sect had a very bad tone.
"You'd better not get into trouble within a quarter of an hour of leaving me!"
It was obvious that the sudden ferocity caused him to temporarily lose the ability to speak. He seemed to come back to his senses after a while, and slowly said in a tone that made people want to punch him: "Test the function."
Nan Fuguang immediately stretched out his hand to turn off the bell.
"By the way, I wanted to ask if this thing is one-way." The man's voice sounded very matter-of-fact, "What if you need to call me for something?"
Nan Fuguang moved her hands, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
"This will never be possible."
Declaring this conclusion coldly and firmly, she ended the call without hesitation.
……
The butcher may be a crow's mouth.
Maybe this is destined to be an extraordinary day.
Since getting up in the morning, Nan Fuguang has felt a strange atmosphere floating in the air, something indescribable and strange——
For example, there was a piece of ink on the table. She clearly remembered that it had just been opened half a decade ago. She was not a talisman, so she wrote two talismans and put them there. However, when she passed by this day, she suddenly discovered Only half of the new ink is left.
At first I realized something was wrong, but the more I thought about it, the more uncertain I became, and I began to suspect that I had simply remembered it wrong.
Now Nan Fuguang feels this confused.
The morning hall is always lively. Disciples who diligently train their bodies and minds have moved mats early and placed them in the place closest to the Patriarch to meditate. In theory, whether one has improved his enlightenment or not actually has little to do with the distance between where he sits and the Patriarch’s memorial tablet. But the first row of seats is always in demand - just like on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the main activity of everyone's keeping up the New Year's Eve is to stay under the covers in the cold weather, rushing to line up in the open space in front of the main hall, trying to grab the New Year's Eve in the sect's big furnace First fragrance.
One of the people sitting in the first row today, Nan Fuguang, looked familiar. She was the Fu cultivator sister who had just argued with other disciples on her behalf in the breakfast hall. She must have arrived early, and she had already fallen into trance, with a light green aura floating around her body. , corresponds to the aura in the middle stage of Qi refining, and may be about to break through the final stage of Qi refining.
Nan Fuguang saw that her eyelids were vibrating, and the frequency was a little abnormal, like a sign of floating and falling in the sea of air——
This is not uncommon in the process of ordinary body training and mind cultivation. It is not necessary to meet one's inner demons until the tribulation period. In most cases, these things grow with the original mind in the early stages of immortality.
The inner demon is not a good thing, it is like an unkillable excrescence. If you kill it in the early stage, it may not last long in the later stage. Occasionally, it may even help the monk break through the current realm.
Some monks took the wrong approach and indulged in the experience given by their inner demons. After practicing again and again, they became their own way, and they later became demonic cultivators.
However, this Fu cultivator sister studied under Xie Cong, so she definitely did not want to follow the path of demon cultivation. Nan Fuguang is a person who knows how to be grateful. Even if others only spoke a few words to protect her, she declined Xie Yunxing and Taotao's invitation at the moment. He moved a mat and squeezed next to the unknown talisman cultivator——
The medicine cultivator of the Medicine Pavilion who was squeezed away rolled his eyes and dared not speak in anger.
Nan Fuguang smirked at him and sat down on the cushions, with a trace of unconcealable anxiety on his face.
I feel restless today.
Therefore, sitting cross-legged did not start her practice, and she would not make any progress if she had many distracting thoughts in her mind. She was just pretending to close her eyes and rest...
My mind was thinking about the conversation I heard last night and its content over and over again.
And then there’s the “Wild Hunt” phenomenon that comes with it.
This thought is deep enough.
Until the bell rang at the end of morning classes in the distance, and people around her started to get up, she had an unreal illusion that time passed too fast...
Turning to the Fu Xiu sister next to me, whose name I didn't even know, I found that she also opened her eyes.
"Senior Sister."
Junior Sister Fu Xiu called out gently.
Nan Fuguang said "Oh" and was about to exchange daily greetings, but found that the person in front of her was in a wrong state. Her eyes were not focused at all, and they were dark and erratic.
"God has existed. Shatuo's cracked sky tree is a demon tree. The tree has withered twice. The end of the world is an ice wall, and the universe and dimensions have never existed."
She said slowly and clearly to Nan Fuguang seriously.
"The god left when the Shatuo Skybreak Tree withered for the first time. At that time, he thought everything was over, but he was wrong. After he left, the war did not stop. The real dragon and the divine phoenix joined hands to briefly resurrect the Shatuo Skyrack Tree. ”
The sound sounded erratic and ethereal in his ears, with an ominous ethereal quality. Nan Fuguang blinked in shock and watched as Junior Sister Fu Xiu closed her eyes again.
The green aura around her body gradually became darker——
It looked like he was about to break through the small stage and enter the middle stage of Qi refining.
Nan Fuguang was a little stunned.
There was no time to digest the amount of information contained in this junior sister's sudden speech. She was caught off guard by the sudden situation in front of her——
This is the morning hall, a place where everyone does morning classes before the day officially starts. On weekdays, there is an endless stream of people coming and going, so it is an absolutely public area.
As for the breakthrough stage, in the eyes of those who are cultivating immortality and entering Taoism, except that now because of the withering of the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree, the cultivation world has stopped moving forward, and there is a danger of body explosion...
In fact, this itself is a somewhat private matter.
It's not as serious as taking a shower or having sex. If I give an example, it's probably a bit like eating stinky tofu while walking on the street.
When a breakthrough occurs, whether it is a flash of enlightenment or a breakthrough of inner demons. No one can say for sure about this process. It may be like Nan Fuguang who just sat down and ate a bowl of wontons and thought about it, or he may face his inner demons in the sea of consciousness. , facing his most unbearable worries at the moment, fighting for eight hundred rounds.
Therefore, when the breakthrough occurred, some people laughed foolishly, some collapsed and cried, and in more serious cases, they became incontinent and wondered where they would go next.
This is because when those who have entered Taoism realize that they are about to break through, they usually find a place to hide, euphemistically called "retreat". In fact, they are hiding from strangers, fearing that the aura of others will disrupt their rhythm, and that they will not behave appropriately.
Nan Fuguang stood up and stretched out his hand to wake up his junior sister. However, he stretched out his hand and then retracted it hesitantly, fearing that his approach would disturb her and cause an even more irreversible episode——
After all, she, Nan Fuguang, has never been very lucky.
Since the birth of the divine phoenix, the spiritual energy of the Yuntian Sect has skyrocketed. When breaking through the small stage is not so dangerous and does not require the leader or elders to protect the law, everyone likes to go to Lu Sang.
...But her face doesn't look right.
While Nan Fuguang was hesitating, Xie Yunxing, who was bending down to pack up the bamboo slips for reading in the morning class, noticed something was wrong. She came over with the bamboo slips in her arms. She first asked Nan Fuguang, who looked ugly, what was wrong, and then followed her gaze to the dark corner. , shouted in surprise: "Ruan Zhu?"
Only then did Nan Fuguang know the name of this junior sister. She called Xie Yunxing in a low voice and asked her to ask Xie Cong or Wuyou to come and take a look. The junior sister's situation was not quite right. Even if she only broke through a small stage, she might need a protector.
“We really can’t let Lu Sang come——”
As soon as she finished speaking, Ruan Zhu suddenly moved again and started crying.
With the panic of a nightmare on her face, she threw herself into Nan Fuguang's arms, opened her eyes, and looked into Nan Fuguang's eyes clearly with tears in her eyes: "Senior Sister, the Shatuo Cracking Sky Tree is a demon tree. I don't want to break through. , I don’t want to become an immortal anymore, I might as well die!”
Nan Fuguang didn't have time to answer.
The first muffled sound of "pop" sounded in my ears.
The eyelids, face, back of hands, neck, and all the skin outside the robe were splashed with warm and viscous liquid.
The "gods and wheels" rolled over Ruan Zhu's head at her feet, and her hair stuck to her pale cheeks because of the blood, mixing with the two lines of clear tears left before she died.
Xie Yunxing screamed in horror.
And Nan Fuguang discovered that people were indeed unable to make any sound in the fear of suffocation, as if their throats were locked, their ears were "buzzing", and their eyes were filled with empty white light.
This is the first time that Nan Fuguang has witnessed with his own eyes that cultivators and Taoists "exploded to death" after hearing the news.
Close at hand, in her arms.
(End of chapter)
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