Why, have you seen me?
In your unrealistic fantasy?
……
Will Xia Ming believe what He Niansheng said?
Does he dare to believe it?
There is a saying: Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of ropes for ten years.
Xia Ming will never forget the lesson he learned back then.
At this moment, Xia Ming had only one thought in his mind.
【Lao Deng is still determined to harm me! 】
He Niansheng must have had the idea of taking over someone else's body!
This guy will show his teeth soon, just wait and see!
……
"Reporting to the elder, I feel normal except that I feel a little depressed."
Xia Ming bowed respectfully, and He Niansheng immediately threw a slender jade bottle to Xia Ming.
"This is a soul-nourishing pill. Take some and you'll feel better."
When Xia Ming heard the word "take medicine", his scalp went numb.
However, under He Niansheng's gaze, Xia Ming still swallowed the bottle of soul-nourishing pills.
Watching Xia Ming swallow the pill in the bottle, the coldness in He Niansheng's eyes dimmed a lot.
With a glance, He Niansheng saw the brass ring on Xia Ming's index finger.
"Why do you keep this?"
"Other things...disciple can't keep them either."
Hearing Xia Ming's answer, He Niansheng's lips curled up into a knowing smile.
Yes, as a working donkey, what treasure could he leave behind?
"Interesting boy..."
"Come over here and give me a hand."
Looking at He Niansheng's palm, Xia Ming could only stretch out his wrist.
Raising his hand to take his pulse, He Niansheng nodded slightly.
"Yes, you have the Lihuo spiritual root, which is the best choice for alchemy. How about joining my Qingdan Peak?"
"If what you left behind was the Soul Stone, I would have killed you. But you left this ring, so I will give you a chance."
"You may not know this, kid. This ring was tempered in a corner of an alchemy furnace. It was given to you by me."
"Boy, you should know that what Jiang Liang needs is not a disciple, but a mule."
"If you stay here, you will die."
"Come with me, maybe there's a chance of survival."
Xia Ming knew that He Niansheng was telling the truth.
But, will we be safe once we enter Qingdan Peak?
The most urgent task is to find the flaw in this illusion!
In the end, Xia Ming chose to leave the Soul-Holding Cliff.
This shitty place is no place for humans to stay.
If I continue like this, I will be exploited to death by Jiang Liang.
Of course, Jiang Liang still stepped forward to stop him, but his obstruction had its own purpose.
After entering Qingdan Peak, just when Xia Ming thought He Niansheng was about to show his fangs.
Things once again developed in an unexpected direction.
Xia Ming just became an outer disciple of Qingdan Peak.
Guarding the medicinal fields and collecting materials on time is a very leisurely job.
During this period of time, Xia Ming was also carefully looking for flaws in the illusion.
Although Xia Ming did not find any flaws in the illusion, he did discover some even more terrifying things.
He can read. Without the help of the Chaos Samsara Eye or taking blood pills, Xia Ming can read.
Apart from the fact that the handwriting is a bit ugly, there is nothing wrong with it.
But isn’t having no problems the biggest problem?
Being able to recognize the words means that Xia Ming’s golden finger is gone.
The loss of the golden finger not only means that the special nature of the soul is disappearing.
It is also possible that there is something wrong with Xia Ming's physical body.
Is the flesh of generations fake?
Is it also imagined?
Unwilling to give up, Xia Ming secretly refined the first-generation blood pill again.
As expected, the so-called blood pill has no effect at all.
Blood Dan is also fake.
"Hahaha! As expected! This is an illusion!"
"It can't copy the avenue of the soul and the generations of the body!"
"You want to restrict my development and then kill me!?"
"What a calculated plan! Hehehe!"
As his thoughts wandered, looking at the face in the bronze mirror, another idea arose in Xia Ming's mind.
"Could it be... that all this was really just a dream? Because of that soul stone, I had a very long dream..."
As soon as this thought came to mind, Xia Ming suppressed it.
"No! No! I definitely won't!"
"If I believe it, I will fall into other people's calculations!"
"This is a huge conspiracy! Someone is trying to get me involved!"
"Jie'er, Qi'er, they are still waiting for me to come back!"
"Chongyang'er and Jiuhe are also waiting for me! They are my signposts!"
"So what if I don't have the golden finger! I can still achieve transcendence step by step!"
"If transcendence is not enough! Then I will become an immortal king! An immortal king who will last forever!"
"I will keep going, no one can stop me!"
Soon, three years passed in a flash.
During these three years, Xia Ming cultivated to the ninth level of Qi Refining.
how to say?
Pretty average.
It's a bit of talent.
And Xia Ming was not practicing the Dahe Sect's martial arts.
Xia Ming was practicing the "Great World Transcendence Method" that he and Jie perfected.
The end point of "The Great Method of Transcendence" is not just transcendence.
During these three years, Xia Ming rarely saw He Niansheng.
The so-called possession of another's body seemed to be just Xia Ming's fantasy.
Just when Xia Ming was practicing hard.
Suddenly one day, an old friend came to visit.
The man who came had a big belly, a jade belt around his waist, and was wearing bright red brocade.
He looked just like a rich landlord living in the mountains.
Nor is he anyone else.
He is Li Dahu.
Li Dahu no longer practices Taoism.
He bought a hundred acres of fertile land at the foot of the mountain and took several concubines.
Li Dahu on the Soul-Holding Cliff suddenly turned into Li Yuanwai at the foot of the mountain.
He came to Qingdan Peak to pay his respects to Qingdan Supreme. The Supreme could choose not to see him, but he had to pay his respects.
After paying homage to Qingdan Tai Shang, Li Dahu thought of his benefactor Xia Ming again.
Now that you're here, let's meet each other.
After all, the key sum of the pension was also given by Xia Ming.
"Little brother, I am finally free!"
"Cultivate immortality! What immortality? It's better to be a human being! Wine and sex nourish a person!"
"What a coincidence! My farm is near Xiajiabao. I heard that Brother Xia is from Xiajiabao?"
"Brother, when you have time in the future, you can come to my farm and I will treat you with good wine and meat."
"Hahahaha! Brother Xia, I'm leaving first."
Li Dahu is gone.
Xia Ming couldn't sit still anymore.
"Disturbing my mind!?"
"This Li Dahu is not dead?"
"How can He Niansheng spare his life?"
"What on earth is going on with this illusion?"
"There are loopholes everywhere, and there is no way out."
"Xia Jiabao, I want to see what tricks you can come up with!"
After taking three days off, Xia Ming returned to Xiajiabao.
Xiajiabao is a prosperous town at the foot of the mountain, and most of its residents are surnamed Xia.
Xia Ming had been to Xia Family Fort before, but at that time all the people in Xia Family Fort had been killed by Zhao Jiu.
But the Xia Family Fort that appeared before Xia Ming's eyes now was a vibrant scene.
The moment we entered Xiajiabao, the wind blew in the forest and the leaves rolled up.
The Xia Family Fort with a blazing fire in Xia Ming's memory gradually merged with the prosperous Xia Family Fort before his eyes.
The roaring, devouring flames gradually subsided, replaced by thousands of lights, curling smoke from cooking fires, and the endless smell of fireworks.
"Brother Ming'er! Are you Brother Ming'er!?"
"Brother Ming'er is not dead! He is back!"
"Go back quickly, your old mother is about to cry her eyes out."
"Poor child! How could you have lost so much weight?"
“I almost didn’t recognize it.”
Looking at the concerned faces around me.
The light in Xia Ming's eyes began to dim.
"Confusing my Taoist mind?"
"You want me to indulge in this!?"
"Everyone calls me Brother Ming'er, and everyone is like Zhao Jiu!"
"The person behind this! You are so vicious!"
One warm hand after another pulled Xia Ming to a quiet courtyard.
The courtyard is quiet, with an orange tree with lush branches and leaves swaying constantly.
Hearing the noise in front of the door, the courtyard suddenly opened up.
Looking at Xia Ming surrounded by the crowd, the woman inside the door's eyes suddenly turned red.
Unable to suppress her inner longing any longer, the woman hugged Xia Ming tightly, crying until her whole body was shaking.
"Ming'er, my Ming'er, you are finally back."
"Let me take a good look at you, my poor child. Where have you been?"
Behind the woman was a middle-aged man with red eyes.
Seeing this scene, Xia Ming sighed inwardly.
"The expression of emotions was extremely natural, and it was exactly what I had imagined." "It's a pity... I'm no longer the Xia Ming I once was."
"All of this... is a hindrance to the disturbed mind."
In fact, Xia Ming had also seen these two faces in front of him.
Xia Ming had seen them in the silent Xia Family Castle that year.
Not only them, Xia Ming had seen many faces in Xia Family Castle.
But, they were already dead by then.
And now, they are alive again.
When the wanderers returned here, shouts were heard from the crowd again.
"It'll be nice to come back! It'll be nice to come back!"
"Let's not disturb Brother Ming'er's family reunion."
The crowd dispersed, and Xia Ming was pulled into the courtyard by the woman.
Picking a green tangerine, Xia Ming slowly savored its sourness.
Xia Ming didn't intend to hide it, he said he went to seek help from an immortal.
Now he is a disciple of Qingdan Peak of Dahe Sect.
Simply put, he now has some skills.
They took out some more gold and silver, and Xia's father and mother were also relieved.
Father Xia was happy and drank a few more glasses of wine, muttering that a fairy had appeared in his family.
Then she fell down. Unlike Xia's father who was happy, Xia's mother had a sad look on her face at this moment.
"Ming'er, you didn't know whether you were alive or dead for three years. Qiu'er's parents have promised her to someone else."
"Alas... Ming'er... Can being an immortal really compare to being a human?"
"How about...you go down the mountain?"
After looking at Xia's mother deeply, Xia Ming said nothing.
Xia Ming had also seen Qiu'er.
She and Xia Ming were childhood sweethearts.
But that Xia Ming is not the Xia Ming of today.
It's just a coincidence that the two have the same name.
The next day, the mist and rain were floating.
Xia Ming held up a bamboo umbrella and walked alone on the street that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Raindrops from the eaves occasionally fell onto the smooth bluestone slabs.
Click, click.
Xia Ming could see the countless tiny splashes of water.
Seeing Xia Ming again, the residents of Xiajiabao became a little more reserved despite their enthusiasm.
It was obvious that Xia's father, that big mouth, had let the secret out.
As for immortals, people are more afraid of them.
Even though this immortal was their nephew who had grown up under their care, they still had to treat him with respect.
Follow the streets to the river.
By the river, Xia Ming saw a woman with a bun on her hair beating and washing clothes.
Xia Ming stood with an umbrella. The man looked up when he heard the voice, and their eyes intertwined in the rain.
The woman was Qiu'er, who had remarried.
In an instant, Qiu'er's eyes turned red.
The young man in her mind still looks the same.
The green clothes remain the same, and the sword-like brows remain the same.
And she...
And she...
What made Qiu'er feel even more heartbroken was that she couldn't see any emotion in Yu Xiaming's eyes.
Xia Ming looked at her as if he was looking at a stranger with whom he had never met before.
If you become an immortal one day, do you have to abandon all worldly things?
Is this the so-called immortal?
Are all immortals heartless?
Fighting back the tears in her eyes, Qiu'er stood up and bowed.
"My humble daughter, the King of Qin has seen an immortal..."
Seeing that Xia Ming did not respond, Qiu'er could only leave alone.
Looking at Qiu'er's receding back, Xia Ming's eyes remained firm.
"Illusionary killing game, it doesn't matter, killing me with love, with evil intentions!"
"Disordered mind...demon barrier!"
With a long sigh, Xia Ming slowly stretched out his right hand.
With your palm facing upward, a line of rain will flow against it.
For a moment, the people were in an uproar.
It was also at this moment that Xia Ming established his foundation.
After building his foundation, Xia Ming returned to Qingdan Peak again.
The foundation-building skills are not good enough.
If Xia Ming dares to disobey Qingdan Peak, he will die.
After entering the foundation-building stage, Xia Ming successfully became an inner disciple of Qingdan Peak.
After becoming an inner sect disciple, He Niansheng also began to teach Xia Ming how to make pills and cultivate herbs.
Among all the inner disciples, Xia Ming's performance was not outstanding.
It can only be considered average.
Three years after three years, three years after three years.
Without the golden finger and the physical body of generations, Xia Ming could only cultivate to the middle stage of foundation building.
In fact, Xia Ming's combat power has reached the late stage of foundation building.
Over the years, He Niansheng has grown old, and even with the elixir to keep him going, his body is inevitably in a state of decline.
Suddenly one night, He Niansheng summoned Xia Ming at night. Xia Ming made full preparations for this meeting.
After taking some pills and putting on the sachet he had prepared long ago, Xia Ming set off.
He knew that He Niansheng was about to take action.
In the dead silent hall, the candlelight flickers, the curtains are like barriers, and the overlapping shadows are like mountains.
As soon as he stepped into the hall, Xia Ming felt the difficult-to-conceal atmosphere of decadence.
He Niansheng is going to die...
His time has come, and it is time for him to reveal his true colors.
What was beyond Xia Ming's expectations was that He Niansheng did not take over his body.
Looking at Xia Ming in front of him, an extremely complicated expression flashed in He Niansheng's eyes.
"I know you have been hiding your incompetence. It has not been easy for you all these years."
"You are actually very much like me. I see my own shadow in you."
"So Xia Ming...are you willing to inherit Qingdan Peak?"
"My He family no longer has any successors."
Staring into He Niansheng's eyes, Xia Ming slowly straightened his back.
The He Niansheng in front of him was exactly the master that Xia Ming had imagined.
What a pity, this is just an illusion.
The real He Niansheng would not say such things.
He would just choose to live on his own.
He won't trust anyone!
This is also a flaw!
……
"My disciple is dull and it is difficult for me to take on the responsibility of Qingdan. I hope Master will think twice."
"Big Brother Chu Liang, marry the Sect Master's daughter, it would be better if Qingdan Peak is handed over to him."
Hearing Xia Ming's words, He Niansheng slowly closed his eyes.
Seeing this, Xia Ming also chose to retreat silently.
Just as Xia Ming was about to step out of the hall, He Niansheng's voice rang out again.
"Do you... also think that all this is just a dream?"
"Three years after three years, I have watched you for three years after three years, and you are still addicted to that winter!"
"You were the one who ate the most soul stones among all the disciples back then! The soul stones that Jiang Liang rewarded you with were also from that batch of soul stones!"
"How can you be okay? What on earth did you see that made you question this world?"
"I think among the disciples who entered the mountain with you, you, Xia Ming, are the craziest!!"
"Xia Ming! Cultivating immortals is cultivating people! If you split the word 'immortal' into two parts, it means people are equal to mountains! What are you cultivating?"
"If you continue like this, you will become a demon!"
"Xia Ming! You will regret this!"
Standing in front of the hall, Xia Ming did not look back.
As the night was drawing to a close, Xia Ming let out a long sigh as he looked at the ink-and-wash mountains in the distance.
"Master, Master."
"That's not what you said back then."
When he heard the word "back then", He Niansheng was stunned.
What year was it?
Which year?
Evil!
Disturbing my mind! ?
Since it's useless, I'll kill you!
With murderous intent surging and anger raging, He Niansheng spat out a large mouthful of blood.
After spitting out the blood, He Niansheng's breath was almost exhausted.
He glanced at Xia Ming's back and then at the incense burner in the hall.
Finally, I sniffed the mixed aroma that lingered in the air.
At that moment, He Niansheng smiled.
poison!
So poisonous!
Even I didn't notice!
That boy...really looks like me!
Pity!
What a pity!
With a smile on his face, He Niansheng quietly closed his eyes.
he died.
……
Xia Ming has been in the game for ten years, and he doesn't care about life or death.
Within ten years, Xia Ming's Taoism was extremely stable.
He knew that everything around him was fake.
Those are all distractions and obstacles.
It's not worth mentioning. (End of this chapter)
