Chapter 170

The short and thin old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the lame boy who was still climbing to the peak in the distance. He didn't seem to care about being touched and pitied by the young man.

The city hall doesn't know how deep a great devil like him is. How can he be easily disturbed by foreign objects.

He can't kill the young people around him because the spirit of the young people is connected with something that can keep him from being found by the green mountain sword array.

Of course, these words are all said by young people, which is likely to be false.

But he could not judge whether it was true or not and dared not gamble, because it was life and death.

The young man turned and looked at the boy in the mountains in the distance, and suddenly asked a question.

"Is death really so terrible? You see, he may fall off the cliff at any time, but he is still going up. "

"That's because he is too young to seriously and calmly think about life and death."

The old man said, "if he could really become the leader of Xuanyin sect and unify the evil way in hundreds of years, do you think he still had the courage now?"

The young man said, "Cao Yuan is facing the test of life and death in the wind and snow every day, and he has never had the intention of avoiding."

"It's a Buddha, not a person. The Buddha is ready to die at any time, but people are greedy for eternal life, so he's not afraid, I'm afraid."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "except for the three of us, those old guys hiding in Qingshan and Yunmeng Mountain are also afraid of death, so they don't lose face."

The young man said, "the longer you live, the more afraid you are of death. This has been heard many times and still makes sense."

The old man said, "it should be said that the more you can live, the more afraid you are of death. Therefore, if Immortal Jingyang is still alive, he is the most afraid of death in the world."

The young man was silent, his eyes fell further away, in the thin cloud connecting heaven and earth, and his expression was a little lonely.

The old man looked at his side face, frowned and said, "what I don't understand is that you can live very well, but why do you seem to be fearless of the end?"

"Because... It's boring to live at the bottom of the well. Even if you can live for tens of thousands of years like a yuan turtle, what's the point?"

The young man said, "Xiaobai was very interesting in those days. Now he is as old as a king on Bihu peak. I don't want to be like it."

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In late spring, the rain in Chaoge city is gradually decreasing.

Whether it is the black eaves of Taichang temple or the rain corridor of Zhao house, reflecting the blazing sun, it is warm and makes people want to sleep.

Zhao Layue was pale, but her eyes were clear, black and white, very focused.

Well nine made it clear that this would be the last time he would talk about this issue.

"Coexistence or raising sheep are the thoughts of monks. Ordinary people can't practice. They have no less wisdom than us. Of course, they will have their own ideas. For example, officials in baoshuju or the imperial court will actively participate in the world to seek money or power and enjoy a better life in a short life. "

Jing Jiu said, "Shi FengChen can't go too far on the road of cultivation because of his talent and some other reasons. Maybe he is very hostile to practitioners because of some things he experienced in his childhood. It can be said that he is full of doubt and hatred, which can just represent the attitude of other mortals."

Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "there are many people with this attitude?"

Jing Jiu said: "for thousands of years, practitioners have never stopped bullying and oppressing mortals. The king Dynasty should be the best era, but it still can not solve this problem. Of course, mortals are unable to resist. As long as they can survive, they naturally dare not show any disrespect to practitioners or show their hostility, but those anger does not exist, It is hidden in the deepest soul of each of them. Once the practitioners lose their power, these anger will burst out and become a torrent with unimaginable power to destroy everything you are used to. "

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In the ocean outside Haizhou City, the hurricane has just passed.

The huge shadow swept over the sea and brought another storm. The fishermen knew it was a flying whale without looking up.

A ship failed to withstand the power of heaven and earth and capsized miserably. Although a fishing boat came from a distance to rescue, two sea women were still killed.

The sea girl's body was wrapped in cloth and slowly sank to the sea. The shark's song came from the distant waves.

Everyone knows that the bodies of the two sea women can't sink to the bottom of the sea and will be torn and swallowed by the ferocious creatures in the sea, but the fishermen's expression is very numb, because such things always happen once in a while, and they have long been used to it.

Everyone knows that fishing for vitality beads makes the most money, but not many fishermen are willing to do it because it is too dangerous.

But every year, the number of vitality beads collected by the Xihai sword Sect on behalf of the imperial court is there, and someone has to do it.

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There is a casino hidden in Zhuangzi outside Chaoge city.

In the early morning, a middle-aged man came out of the casino scolding, smelling of sweat. He didn't know how many days and nights he stayed in the casino.

Looking at his expression and bloodshot eyes, he should have lost all his money. He went to a tree, untied his belt and began to pee. A sword light suddenly flashed in the dim morning light and disappeared in an instant. The middle-aged man just saw the picture and trembled with fear. He looked a little confused. When he was a child, he had good luck to see the sword light in the sky. At that time, he was still a child. He had infinite envy and worship in his heart. He secretly decided to work hard to become a legendary immortal teacher. Now, he doesn't think so. He spit a mouthful of thick sputum into the ground and cursed at the sky: "you can't fall to death! You can't fall to death! " The clouds and fog from the green mountains poured into the town. Coupled with the peach blossoms in full bloom everywhere, the scenery was picturesque. A haggard young man knelt in the street and kowtowed to the looming peaks in the clouds. Behind him was an old scooter with an old man lying on it. In late spring, the South was even warmer, but the old man, covered with two thick bedding, still looked pale and trembling, and looked extremely afraid of the cold. What's more shocking is that the old man's breathing is very weak, and he will not be able to see it. A resident sympathized and said, "immortal masters live in the mountains and can't see you at all. What's the use even if you knock your head off? Go to Guocheng temple. "“ Moqiu is too far away. My father can't support it, so... "The young man said with a slight tremor in his voice:" I heard that the immortal master of Qingshan sect is the most kind and often patrols around. What if they come today? " The man sighed, "how precious the immortal family pill is, how can I give it to you casually? What's more, the world is peaceful now. It's not the scene where Jingyang immortal soared a few years ago. Immortal masters can be seen on patrol in the town every few days. I haven't seen the sword light for half a year. You've given up the idea. " The young man looked at the mountain in the clouds with a sad smile on his face. With the help of the resident, he got up hard and dragged the scooter out of town（ Today is Yi Tianxing's birthday. Nanwu Maitreya is fine.) This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.