Cultivation Is Like This

   Chapter 152 First Death Comes

  The general situation has been set, and the atmosphere of the wine table is cheerful and harmonious.

  Under the modesty of Huang Guan and others, Lu Bei clenched his fist and coughed a few times, emphasizing a few details again.

   In terms of the raw materials of the medicinal herbs, the head of Jifeng does not need to worry about it, the key is food, clothing, housing, and transportation. After all, it is the reincarnation of the immortal, and there may be a day when the memory will be restored, so it must not be neglected.

  Everyone nodded and said yes, no need for Lu Bei to say this, they would do it by smashing pots and selling iron.

The little details after    are nothing more than when Lu Bei will post notices, when will the sub-factories be built in several peaks, how many geese are appropriate to raise, how high the treatment of food, clothing, housing and transportation is, don’t suddenly roll up inside yourself…

   After the negotiation, the guests and the host enjoyed themselves, and with the support of everyone, Lu Bei walked towards the pavilion outside the hall.

  Piaoxiang Pie is built along the mountain road. It is true that the scenery is beautiful, but it is extremely unfriendly to patients with acrophobia. I don’t know if the players assigned here can stand it.

   Considering that the Fragrance Sect is all female cultivators, the women who come here to practice hard can completely overcome it.

   rumbling—

   The sky was covered with overcast clouds, the clear sky suddenly changed color, the mountain rain was about to come, and the wind was blowing, and the howling wind blew everyone's clothes.

   "Strange, this wind... is not right!"

  Yang Fuliu looked up at the sky and saw that the blue sky and white clouds were still in the distance, only the black clouds were billowing over the Jiuzhu Mountain, and his heart thumped suddenly.

   Be bad!

   The faces of the heads of several leaders changed. Among the crowd, Lu Bei and Zhao Shiran were the most calm.

   A person who is used to seeing strong winds and waves, feels just average, remembering the pants that were just dried this morning, don't get wet by the rain.

  The other one shook his head silently, hid for many years and was restless, but when he really waited for this day, he was relieved.

   "Little Junior Sister, will you stay safe after 20 years of separation?"

   Lightning and thunder ripped apart the darkness, and a green-robed figure slowly descended, hovering 100 meters away from the castle in the sky.

  The visitor only looked at his appearance and age. He was roughly a young man, with thin eyebrows and thin lips, and a slightly feminine beauty, but the innate great perfection that spread out, made several middle-aged leaders in the pavilion call their predecessors directly.

   "Senior, Jiuzhu Mountain has your presence here. It's really splendid, but I don't know what kind of junior sister the senior said?" Yang Fuliu asked.

   The leader of the Nine Bamboo Mountain is Huang Guan, a famous peacemaker. If there is any conflict in the mountain, he will mediate and deal with it in the middle. But when it comes to the realm of cultivation, Yang Fuliu, who has established a foundation in his early years, is the first person to do his part in Jiuzhu Mountain. Now that he has advanced to the realm of holding pills, he can stand up and speak up.

   The young cultivator didn't respond, didn't even glance at Yang Fuliu, his eyes locked on Zhao Shiran: "Not bad, long time no see, Junior Sister's cultivation level has never fallen."

   "Don't dare to compare with the big brother."

  Under the astonished gaze of everyone, Zhao Shiran's aura changed greatly, his realm soared continuously, he jumped over the foundation building and holding the pill, and finally stabilized in the innate realm.

   Yang Fuliu: (˙˙˙)

   raised his hand to cover his chest, only to feel a burning pain on his face. For a long time, he had an ambiguous attitude of neither rejecting nor accepting the so-called 'No. 1 Master of Nine Bamboo Mountains'.

   Looking at it now, I feel ashamed to look at it.

   Awesome, there is even this trick!

  Lu Bei's eyes lit up. He had confirmed before that Zhao Shiran's cultivation base was not enough to build a foundation. He had some ideas. He was a weak rookie who was going to move into the basement of Sanqingfeng that night.

  Lu Bei was very sure that it wasn't that he was wrong, but that Zhao Shiran's exercises were very good at restraining his breath. He had been hidden for many years without being discovered once.

  The people here include Bai Jin who visited Jiuzhu Mountain one night, and Lin Yu who went door to door to answer questions for the assessment.

  Ignored by the fishing guy, Lu Bei estimated that Senior Sister's cultivation was above the realm of Spirit Transformation, and even she didn't see that Zhao Shiran had a problem...

want to!

  Ming people do not speak secretly, he is jealous of Zhao Shiran's hidden cultivation realm skills, thinking about the opportunity to be alone, he must give this woman some blood.

   "Junior sister, you know your brother's temperament, so straight to the point, I won't greet you."

   The young man said lightly: "Today's visit is to let Junior Sister fulfill the Master's will and help me to take my practice to a higher level."

   Zhao Shiran was silent when he heard the words, holding a long sword in his hand, showing his intentions.

   "Hehe, Junior Sister is going to disobey her orders?"

"Master has the grace of nurturing and teaching me, and he dares not disobey his orders, but we are in the same vein, and only one of the nine disciples of each generation can survive. ever similar."

   Zhao Shiran pleaded: "I hope the senior brother will focus on brotherhood and break the sorcery of this vein, so don't let the tragedy continue."

   "Hahaha, Junior Sister is still so naive."

The young man laughed three times, the corners of his mouth kept smiling: "Listening to the meaning of the words of the junior sister, but it is a misunderstanding of the cultivation method of this sect, and yes, after all, the master has never mentioned it to you, and it is reasonable that the junior sister does not know about it. middle."

"what for?"

"When the ancestral master passed on the practice of the master, the master was the eldest disciple. Ten years later, the master accepted eight more female uncles. The master accepted me as the eldest disciple, and ten years later, he accepted eight more junior sisters. Among them, You are the youngest."

The young man looked at Zhao Shiran indifferently, and stabbed a knife in his heart with indifference: "Junior sister, Shizun has always only had one disciple, and the exercises you have learned are just a combination of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so that one day you can make up for what your brother lacks, so to speak. ,Do you understand it?"

  Boom!

   In the dark clouds, thunder flashed past, illuminating Zhao Shiran with a miserable smile on his face.

"It turns out that, no wonder... no wonder... Chongyin and Shaoyang, the number of days is short, and there is no hope of becoming a **** in life, so that's the reason." Zhao Shiran lost his soul, and when he heard that his master, who was also a master and a father, had cultivated her as a furnace, he was saddened in his heart. , the long sword in his hand could not help drooping three points.

  Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and looked at the youth in horror: "Senior Brother, Senior Sister Liu, Senior Sister Qin and the others... Are they okay now?"

"everything is fine."

   The young man kept smiling and said ruthless words: "They have completed their teacher's orders, smiling Jiuquan, I will bury their bones with my own hands, and now you are the only one missing."

   Zhao Shiran was stunned in place, his eyes were blank, he was so shocked that he dropped the long sword in his hand.

  Damn it, my childhood sweetheart’s junior sister, or eight, you can actually do it instead of doing it?

   Lu Bei's eyes widened when he heard the words, and he rolled up his sleeves to kill the youth who wasted resources.

God is pitiful, how much suffering he has suffered since Lu Xun cultivated to the immortals, even a gentle and pleasant, beautiful, eye-catching, staying at the door in the middle of the night, sneaking into the room of the sister in the middle of the night after seeing the brother with his own eyes, he just ignores the sister who happened arrive.

  Why is this roe-headed dog thing?

   "That's outrageous, Ningzhou Ding, bah, Lu Mou wants to interrupt, I think you should be damned..."

   Halfway through, Lu Bei was violently pulled down his sleeve by the people around him. He turned his head and saw Yang Fuliu who was shaking his head slightly. Looking next to him, the remaining heads of Jiuzhu Mountain also lowered their heads and counted ants.

   "The grievances and grievances within Zhao's sect master's sect, I can't control it, and I'm not qualified to point fingers." Yang Fuliu warned in a low voice that they are all family and business sect masters, so don't implicate the disciples of the mountain sect impulsively.

   While speaking, Zhao Shiran made a move, raised his hand and made a move, the long sword fell into his hand, and the killing intent in his eyes gradually boiled.

   "Alright, we haven't seen each other for 20 years, and the relationship has faded. You and I should really get close." The young man raised his hand, and a beam of lightning blew into the air, smashing Zhao Shi and leaving.

  The long sword was raised diagonally, and the cold wind smashed the thunder.

   Zhao Shiran extinguished the beating thunder light with one foot, and slowly floated into the air: "Tang Hebi, there are many innocent people here, your hands are full of blood, don't make mistakes again and again."

   Knowing that the seven senior sisters have been reduced to furnaces and buried in solitary graves, she no longer calls them senior brothers, but directly calls out the youth's real names.

   "Junior sister is so affectionate and righteous to outsiders, but it's a bit too much for her brother to be cold-eyed." Tang Hebi continued to sneer and pointed his sword towards the sky, causing the chain of lightning to stop suddenly.

   The two fought high-altitude, the sword energy and the cold wind intertwined and tyrannized the thunder.

   Every time there is a collision, the white light beam bursts in an instant, the backlog of strong wind howls, the raging wind blows the mountains, forests and bamboo seas, pouring rain falls, and the peaceful Nine Bamboo Mountain becomes a mess in an instant.

  Chongzheng!

   Zhao Shiran's blow from the air was easily dodged by Tang Hebi. He tried to get close several times but failed. He raised his hand to block the falling lightning strike, and a burning pain spread from his wrist.

   He hadn't used his true skills for many years, and he went all out with all his strength, and was a little short of breath for a while.

   After a while, she was shocked to realize that the situation was not right, and a horrified thought came to her mind. A thunderbolt fell, and she said in disbelief: "Tang Hebi, you...are not in the innate realm?"

   "Good eyesight, I want to make you smile for my brother, but I don't dare to touch the truth, but you still see through it."

  Tang Hebi raised one arm, the momentum of the whole body skyrocketed, the faint pressure rose, and a round of sun squatted in the sky. The thunder that stuns the sky will not break out, and the continuous rain curtain is suspended in the air, and the backlog of water curtain Tianhe is still unable to fall.

   "Junior sister, my brother is already in the state of being transformed into a god. If you don't put down the scrap iron in your hand at this moment, what time will you wait!"

   The rolling sound waves accompanied the thunder, rumbling continuously, and spread to the entire Jiuzhu Mountain, instantly quenching Zhao Shiran's mind of resisting and struggling.

  …

   On the Sanqing Peak, the little foxes were holding apples and asked She Hen, what is Huashen, is there a powerful leader?

   "Ordinary stuff, your head will blow it away with one punch."

  In the outer courtyard, a group of players looked up at the sky, standing on a tree in a thunderstorm, and one of them took out the whiteboard magic weapon that was fired during alchemy—the telescope.

   "How about it, what's the situation above?"

   "I'll just pretend, you really think that if you can see it, you'll be a ghost."

   "If you don't understand, just ask, what level is the God Transformation Realm?"

   "At least level 80."

   "I'm going. There is a level 80 wild boss in the novice village where the average NPC is less than level 20. It's great, my significant first death is finally coming today."

   "No way, buddy, your first time is still there, it's quite bearable!"

   "Well, I have been taking care of it carefully, and I want to leave it to a boss who is worthy of trust. This is only level 80, and it is enough to take my first time."

   "That's great, last time I was out of curiosity and gave myself a knife, and it's gone."

   "That's not bad. The first time it was destroyed by myself, it's also worth remembering."

   (end of this chapter)