Chapter 148 In the Eyes of Immortals
Heaven has its own calamities, and man has his own calamities.
Jiang Liu's cultivation had reached this level, so he naturally understood this principle.
He was walking along the way, unable to mobilize his true Qi, so he just relied on his two legs and his understanding of the field, and simply used the method of shrinking the ground into an inch.
But even so, they were still caught up after three or four days.
Although he knew in his heart that he should not look down upon the people in the world, he was still surprised by the speed of this group of people.
At this time, he had already arrived in Shaanxi.
Looking at the Wei River flowing in front of him, Jiang Liu took a deep breath slowly, and his chest swelled with this breath.
Weihe River, formerly known as Weishui, is the largest tributary of the Yellow River. At this time, the area around Weihe River was still bare, and it flowed through Baoji, Xianyang, Xi'an, Weinan and other places.
At this time, he was in the Xianyang area.
The wild grass ahead was half a person's height, and more than ten figures were hidden in the grass.
Jiang Liu didn't waste any words and stepped forward.
He knew that he would have to go through a lot of fighting on the way back.
After the first group of people who sought death for the sake of Taoism appeared, such incidents continued to occur one after another, with more people risking their lives for the cause.
"Jiang Ruoshui, we do not represent the forces behind us, and we have already left our respective sects!"
"I destroyed my own face to show my feelings. I hope you can understand and I won't pursue it in the future."
Someone shouted, speaking in a thick Guanzhong dialect.
Jiang Liu took a quick look and saw someone even carrying a hoe on his shoulders. At first glance, he looked like a farmer.
"Life and death are determined by fate. Farewell, everyone."
He nodded and said only eight words.
As he finished speaking, the man carrying a hoe in the bushes had reached above his head and started digging at him with the hoe.
Jiang Liu raised his hand and grabbed the hoe.
Then, it slammed toward the ground in front of it.
"boom!"
The old man who looked like a farmer had his hoe broken and was lying on the ground, spitting blood.
Others rushed forward, shouting loudly.
The fight started again.
These people were ruthless and came with the determination to die, and their attacks were all unique and ruthless.
After a dozen breaths, Jiang Liu was hit on the forehead and blood flowed out.
After realizing that he couldn't use his true Qi, these people became even crazier and rushed towards him madly as if they were risking their lives.
Jiang Liu also felt the pressure. The scars on his body continued to increase, and blood flowed out, staining his robes red.
Half a quarter of an hour later, there were corpses lying all around him.
"call!"
After taking a breath, he took another step.
The blood on his body dripped and spilled on the grass leaves, appearing particularly bright red in the sunlight.
After a while, he came to the bank of the Wei River and looked at the river flowing ahead.
After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Liu picked up a half-man-high weed next to him, then stretched it out and threw it into the Wei River.
In an instant, the soft grass leaves suddenly straightened up, like an arrow shot from a bow, and shot across the downstream river.
Jiang Liu bent his knees and jumped up suddenly.
After two or three breaths, he had landed steadily on the grass and was moving towards the other side.
The Wei River here is just a tributary, about a hundred meters away from the opposite bank.
In a moment, the river flowed through and stood on the shore.
Not far from him, an old man wearing a bamboo hat and holding a fishing rod was looking at him in amazement.
There has been a folk legend that Bodhidharma crossed the river on a reed. Now, the skill displayed by Jiang Liu has already been similar to that of Bodhidharma, which is naturally terrifying.
"immortal?"
The old man threw down his fishing rod and shouted.
Jiang Liu smiled at him, took a step forward, and disappeared.
After he completely disappeared from here, the old man restrained his expression and replaced it with a sad look.
He was distraught and staggered back to his fishing stool and sat down.
"Dead, you are all dead!" "I have said it before, this immortal fate is not so easy to seize!"
"Why don't you listen? Why don't you listen!"
The old man's words echoed on the river bank and disappeared in the rushing Wei River. Faintly, in the grass on the opposite side, a little bit of blood flowed into a small river and merged into the Wei River.
Five more days passed.
The river flows through Qinling Mountains and Shangluo and arrives at Zhashui County.
Here, he met Hu Tu, Qiu Ziyan and others whom he had just met not long ago.
There were a total of thirty-five people who came with the four men.
When the two sides met, there was silence, and they just stared at each other quietly.
"Say something, this is awkward."
Jiang Liu laughed.
"If the water fairy."
"Although I know the result, I still want to ask on behalf of these people, can we spread the teachings to the world and share the fate of immortality?"
Hu Tu sighed and said in a deep voice.
Hearing this, Jiang Liu smiled and suddenly asked.
"Do you know Zhang Ziyang?"
"We are all familiar with the name of Hermit Ziyang. He is a legendary figure who has become an immortal."
Hu Tu was surprised and didn't know why the other party asked this question.
"Zhang Ziyang left a fairyland in Qinling Mountains. I have seen it before."
"There is a section of the journey where, if a mortal enters, he or she can spontaneously attract true energy into the body, thus becoming an extraordinary person for a short period of time."
"The monkeys among them have developed some intelligence after a long period of time of invigorating their bodies with true Qi. They are now strong and powerful."
Jiang Liu said with a smile.
"Oh? This is the first time I've heard of a mortal becoming an alien?"
Hutu was surprised.
He was very willing to talk to someone like Jiang Ruoshui, because every sentence and every word must have its meaning.
Discussing Taoism with immortals is something countless people dream of.
"Yes, this fairyland has such a magical effect."
"So what do you think will happen to these mortals who become Inhumans?"
Jiang Liu smiled.
Hu Tu was stunned, but Qiu Ziyan behind him changed color.
He took a deep breath and slowly said, "Inhumans like you and me have all gone through extremely difficult and cruel trials before we finally achieved success."
"Asking a mortal who has never experienced any hardship or setbacks to master the methods of the aliens is like asking a newborn baby to hold a gun."
"Not only will it hurt others, it will also hurt yourself."
“This is the wrong path!”
Having said this, Qiu Ziyan suddenly shut up, and he suddenly came to his senses.
Jiang Ruoshui mentioned this matter just to admonish them.
Everyone fell silent, but after a while, no one left.
“Knowing is one thing, but choosing is another.”
"I'm sorry, Ruoshuixianren, we also have our own inner persistence."
"After all, we are different from ordinary people."
As he said this, Hutu sighed.
"I've spent my whole life just to feel the scenery where the immortals stand."
"Let's give up, this is too hard!"
Jiang Liu was silent for a while before he spoke coldly.
"In the eyes of immortals, what is the difference between you and mortals?"
"In fact, it's not even as good as the evolving monkey!"
Hu Tu and others were stunned, but soon they took action.
Since neither side can convince the other, they can only fight it out with their own actions.
(End of this chapter)