Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 51
There is no benefit.

How there is no benefit, it saves her unnecessary wasted time is the biggest benefit.

Some people fell wood, some people laid the foundation, and it took only 20 taels to hire a carpenter and supervisor to build a house, which didn't take much time.

The advantage is that while others are crowded in the tent and caught in all kinds of chaotic sounds, she can study what she wants to study and think about in a quiet and safe place.

And when it rains heavily, there is no need to call the tent torn or leaking.

The heavy rain crackled on the eaves, and the driver lit the oil lamp in the darkened room, "Your Highness, do you remember the Taoist priest from a few days ago, you thought he was so powerful, but he didn't live in the inn without Lingzhu, and now I'm afraid Got caught in the rain."

"There is no necessary causal relationship between strength and money," Zhan Changfeng flipped a page of the book and smiled rarely, "But these monks do have more personality than ordinary people."

Whether it's the chasing team of the Si Xun Mansion, the Taoist Mountain Stone, the unknown congenital female cultivator encountered at the post station, or the cultivator who set up a stall in Xiaohan Town, the shop owner, what they do is actually equivalent to the mortal chasing fast. Passers-by. Hawker. Boss, but not the same.

"Qi" is different.

Everyone has more of their own characteristics, it is difficult to generalize.It also seems more soulful.

The driver thought of the people who were beaten by the rain, and then thought of what His Highness asked for when he traveled, "Will they let them come over to take shelter from the rain?"

"No need, those who want to avoid the rain will come, and those who don't want to avoid you think you are meddling with your business," Zhan Changfeng said, "As long as anyone who knows the weather knows that the rainstorm is coming, it's up to you to avoid it or not. Selected."

"Someone might not know?"

"I don't have the kindness to take care of other people's life, old age, sickness and death, and the rain."

It's still the original His Highness, the driver is inexplicably relieved, thinking about the ruthless prince who was in the high hall fighting the government and fighting with his hands, suddenly wanting to cultivate some way, one day, in a beautiful and beautiful moon, I will say to you, "The poor way will do the math for you." , oh, goosebumps are up.

Fortunately, this is just his imagination.The driver rubbed his arms and happily went to deal with the prey from the mountain, "Your Highness, today we have pheasant stewed with mushrooms and wild boar!"

"." I don't know why her driver always likes to bring dead animals or vegetables to her and tell her seriously what its name is.

Remember the blue sky and white clouds they have passed away?

It has to be said that the coachman managed to curb her interest in food.

Here, the driver was happily cleaning pork in the kitchen, and inadvertently looking out the window, he happened to see a young man surnamed Yang holding the crumbling roof in a hurry.

There are many ordinary people who come to work. After finishing the work, Zhan Changfeng also asked them to transcribe a detailed explanation of cultivation knowledge and bring it back as agreed.

But there are always people who are dissatisfied with this, and stay around the wooden house, trying to get closer to get more.It's just that in the end, the strangers who were intimidated by Zhan Changfeng did not approach, and they all left, but Yang Cian didn't move, and built a small shed outside the wooden house as a shelter.

Fortunately, he was polite and sensible and didn't come to disturb him.

The driver stuck the butcher's knife on the chopping block and called to Yang Cian, "Come here, kid!"

Yang Cian was holding up the crossbar that was about to fall. The roof had already collapsed in half. The sound of wind and rain blocked his eyes and ears, and he could only vaguely hear someone calling him.

He looked up and saw the ferocious man staring at him from behind the window, and he pointed at himself cautiously as if struck by lightning.

"Come here!" the coachman shouted again.

This time he heard clearly, "Hey, here we come!"

Yang Cian didn't care about his shed, and ran to the back door of the kitchen in the rain, carefully wringing the water off his clothes before knocking on the door.

"Come in."

The fire in the kitchen was burning and steaming. He, a person who had been in the cold rain for a long time, was suddenly swept away by the heat, alternating between hot and cold, and suddenly swayed and shivered.

"What advice do you have seniors?"

The coachman looked at him, "Could it catch fire?"

Yang Cian was stunned for a moment, then nodded hastily.

"Go look at the stove, I'll hold you accountable if it burns out!"

"Thank you, senior. Thank you, senior." Yang Ci's heart felt warm for a while, but she was stupid and could only thank him.

The coachman waved his hand. This young man reminded him of his own years. In order to learn martial arts, he would have to be soft and hard, go up the mountain and go down to the sea of ​​fire.

But the coachman just warmed him up, nothing else was possible, and His Highness still couldn't get his hands on him.

At this time, Yang Cian carefully took out a package from his arms, which was wrapped in layers of cloth and oil paper. The driver saw that he carefully peeled it off, and what was revealed was the detailed explanation of his cultivation knowledge.

"Boy, can you understand what's inside?"

Yang Cian shook his head, but had no regrets, "I'm already very happy to be able to see a corner of the world of Taoism."

The coachman was surprised, "Why do you want to practice Taoism?"

In his view, Taoism really has no charm.

For longevity?
But people live for a hundred years, eat meat, drink big, pick up the knife to fight for the country, put down the knife and reunite with the wife and children, this is enough.

Yang Cian hesitated for a while, but instead of saying "get the Dao, pacify the world's injustice", he smiled bitterly, "Actually, I'm a desperate desperado, I just want to live and avoid this chaotic world, I heard people say that the Northwest If there is a gathering place for immortals, I will come."

"I lived here for two years. In fact, I just wanted to go inside and have a look. They said that only people who practice Taoism can enter, so I want to practice Taoism."

Yang Ci comforted the book in his hand, "I have never known what cultivation is, until now I have a vague understanding. It probably makes people unbearable to give up."

It is really unbearable to let people give up, just like mortals have never given up their yearning for the sky.

The wooden house is so small, there is only a wall on the left and right, even if Zhan Changfeng doesn't need his spiritual sense, he can still hear the conversation in the kitchen.

However, most mortals want to go to heaven, most of them are wishful thinking, and the small half fell into mud.

Cultivation is not something you want to do.Qualification. Chance. Luck has too many uncontrollable factors in it.

The more I come into contact with Taoism, the more I feel that I am nothing more than that.But that's also its charm.

Zhan Changfeng still has acquired perfection in the realm, and has to break through the innate, but in terms of cultivation, if he does not consider the pure yin bone, he is an ordinary martial artist.

Although she wants to go to Zangyunjian to find a way to repair her body, but everyone in Zangyunjian is cultivating the Dao, and it is very dangerous. Even if she takes a more secure road to academy, she may still be a small disciple because she cannot cultivate, and she cannot get in touch with the natural talents. Treasure.

If you want to get ahead, the pure yin bone can't hide it, and you have to face the problem of the physical body collapsing first.And Zang Yunjian's cultivation method doesn't seem to be very powerful, and she is holding the Dragon Armor God Chapter.

In addition, there are the Gongsun people who are eyeing them.

"Rebirth" can be done with soul power, but now she hasn't even opened up the Purple Mansion, and the soul power is really meager, not enough to use it.

In the end, it was the question, what should she use to save her body.

A bunch of bad things.

Sure enough, some mistakes cannot be made, and once they are made, they have to be made up a thousandfold.Oh, if she were to see the big ghost in the old house again, she wouldn't be able to kill it.

(End of this chapter)