Qeng Ho Mage

Chapter 1

at dusk.

Suddenly, a mournful crow sounded from the originally silent mountain forest.

This black-haired crow was perched on the pine tree on the top of the mountain, greedily staring at the fat man who had been lying dead for a long time at the foot of the mountain.

The crow thought the fat man was dead.

It flew away from the treetops and landed on the fat man, ready to have a delicious meal.

Unexpectedly, it only opened its mouth to peck, and the fat man reacted, raising his hand to slap it.

The crow was small in stature, and was sent flying several feet away.

It rolled on the ground several times, and lost two of its feathers. It screamed wildly in fright, and had no more predatory thoughts, so it flapped its wings and ran away.

There are so many strange things in the world that the dead actually come back to life.

Wait for the crow to fly away.

Fang Dushu also opened his eyes, and he felt even more strange.

How come he wakes up in such a ravine where even crows don't want to shit?
He half sat up and looked around, looking puzzled.

At this time, a new memory flooded into his mind, which made him no longer have time to take into account the strange environment he was in.

By the time he got used to his new body and walked out of this muddy ravine, it was already dark.

There is no one inhabited outside the mountain.

Fang Dushu looked around for a while, but he didn't see any lights, and he didn't know where there were local houses.

He found a direction with flat terrain and began to explore the way forward.

While digesting the new memory just acquired.

This is no longer the earth.

Fang Dushu is convinced that he has crossed over.

It was a bizarre thing, but it really happened to him.

He had a sudden illness in his sleep, and after his death, his soul was still alive, and by accident, he traveled to this fairy world called Qinghe Shenzhou.

The fat man he possessed and fused with was an immortal cultivator.

However, this fat man has a stubborn personality and has been lazy since he was a child. He is already 20 years old this year, and he barely cultivated a little mana and passed the threshold of the Qi training period.

The Qi training stage is the first step in cultivation. This fat man knows that there are even higher realms, such as the Foundation Establishment Stage, the Golden Core Stage, the Nascent Soul Stage, and the Transformation Spirit Stage.

But the higher the realm, the more distant it is to Fatty. He hasn't even achieved fame during the Qi training period, and he can't count on it in the future.

To say that this fat man was born in a very good family, he was born in a family of cultivators, and he was a direct descendant of the family, and he was trained with all his strength.

But he disliked practicing too hard and couldn't get any interest. He also felt that the retreat was too lonely and unbearable at all.

For as long as he can remember, he has been pampered and devoted to pleasure.

His hobbies are eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

I only go to practice when I'm tired of playing, it's purely for a fresh look.

In fact, his concept is simple, he lives as he pleases, and never does anything unpleasant.

However, his parents are the only son under their knees, they dote on him very much, they only care about taking care of him, but neglect to discipline him.

For the 20 years of his life, he lived a life of luxury and luxury.

But wealth is hard to last.

A few days ago, the fat man's family was suddenly hit by war, the family was overturned and dilapidated, and the clan members fled in all directions.

The fat man was also hunted down. He was not good at fighting, and was beaten all the way. When he fled to a nearby ravine, he was seriously injured and passed out.

This mountainous area is called Liangjie Mountain. It is located at the junction of the two countries.

Fatty couldn't get any help, and died alone in the mountains, and was later resurrected by Fang Dushu.

This sounds a little sad.

But Fatty was calm from beginning to end, he had no fear of death, nor did he have a strong will to survive.

There are tens of thousands of monks in the world, who can truly live forever?No matter how many lifespans there are, they will inevitably turn into loess in the end.

So if you die, you die. Anyway, you have a good time, and you don't have any regrets. You just have to do it all over again in your next life.

This was Fatty's dying thought.

"What does an ancient poem say? If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will worry about it tomorrow!"

"This fat man likes leisure and hates work. He doesn't think about making progress, but he lives freely and freely. Are those old monks who have been struggling for 200 years really happier than him?"

After Fang Dushu thought about the short life of the fat man, he commented in eight words: Everyone has his own ambitions, so there is no need to force them.

He didn't waste too much time on Fatty either, and quickly forgot about it.

He has replaced Fatty.

From now on……

Fang Dushu squeezed the fat on his face, and felt his blood pressure rising: "This fat should be reduced."

Thinking of this, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dim light in front of him.

At first he thought he had met a local family.

As a result, when I got closer, I saw someone carrying a lantern.

In the middle of the night, who would smear and hurry in the wild?

Just as he was hesitating whether to meet him in the past, the man had already noticed his presence.

In the blink of an eye, that person floated to the front.

He cupped his fists and greeted Fang Dushu: "Young man, you are being polite!"

Facing the light of the lantern, Fang Dushu saw that he was wearing a cinnabar cap, a gentleman's brocade robe, and he was dressed like a nobleman, very decent.

Fang Dushu also imitated his face-to-face etiquette, and made a bow: "I have met you, young master."

"Brother, don't be nervous. I saw you traveling alone in the middle of the night, so I came to ask, where are you going?"

The young man's voice was gentle: "Have you encountered any difficulties? My family lives nearby, so I can help you."

Fang Dushu pointed behind him, and said honestly, "There is a ravine over there. I just woke up in it and went out for a walk. I don't have anything specific to do."

The young master was taken aback when he heard the words: "Sleeping in a ditch? Brother, you are quite courageous. Could it be that you are a fellow practitioner?"

Fang Dushu didn't deny it: "Although I haven't practiced for a long time, I can still be regarded as a fellow-dao. It's natural to be called a fellow Taoist."

The young man was even more enthusiastic: "So, fellow Taoist is also going to attend the Spring Silkworm Dharma Assembly?"

Fang Dushu doesn't know what kind of Dharma meeting is not.

He casually asked: "I haven't been a Taoist for a long time, and I don't know the situation in our practice world. Can you tell me the details?"

"Fellow Daoist wants to hear it, so I am naturally willing to talk about it."

The son gave a brief introduction: "In our ten miles and eight villages, Grandma Chuncan has the highest cultivation level, but she is tyrannical and innocent, and she prefers to bully the village. Alas, all comrades have suffered greatly from it."

Fang Dushu expressed sympathy: "No matter where you are, there are bullies who oppress your neighbors. This kind of villain will be punished sooner or later!"

"is not that right!"

The young man became excited: "Just yesterday, the scourge of God came! Grandma Spring Silkworm's lifespan was exhausted, and she died in a meltdown. When my colleagues heard the news, they all clapped their hands and cheered!"

Sitting?

Fang Dushu was speechless.

What kind of scourge is Sitting?
It is a proper blessing to be domineering for a lifetime, not to die unexpectedly, and to enjoy the old age in peace.

"Your opinion, my lord, is this Spring Silkworm Ceremony held to celebrate the comrades turning over and making decisions?"

"Not at all!"

The son revealed: "Tonight's ceremony will be held in Grandma Spring Silkworm's cave. Firstly, I beat her dead body. Secondly, I must come here to observe her Spring Silkworm Immortal Cauldron."

Fang Dushu suddenly became interested: "Is there anything special about the Spring Silkworm Cauldron, that it is crowned with a word of immortal?"

This young man made a fool of himself: "Fellow Daoists want to know, you might as well join me in the meeting."

"Young master, would you like to take me with you?"

"I'm so happy! But I have an unfeeling request, I hope fellow daoists can agree!"

"Sir, please speak."

"I want to ask you fellow Taoist..."

The young man stretched out his five fingers: "Borrow five catties of blood to quench my thirst!"

That statement is an understatement.

Hearing it in Fang Dushu's ears, there was a sense of daggers being drawn: "My lord, you can lift the lantern indiscriminately, but you can't drink blood indiscriminately."

(End of this chapter)