So What If You’ve Been Reborn? Chapter 32: Sugar balls
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When Shi Feng came back, the night was dark, and the city of Yuzhou began a curfew.
The snow stopped, the caller took a drink from his waist, rubbed his fingers and walked across the 13th Lane of Xicheng. He couldn’t even see the shadow of a wild cat on the road, let alone a small courtyard at the bottom of the lane A figure stood on the wall.
The reason Shi Feng didn’t go in immediately was because he saw his junior in the yard.
I haven’t returned for two days. There is a rough stone table in the courtyard with some New Year sacrifices on it, which are commonly used by mortals. Standing by the tree, Chen He was holding the round-mouthed and big belly celadon ampoule, changing the water in the fish tank.
The snow has fallen for two days, and even though it is thin, there is barely a white layer on the tiles of the house.
The shadows of the cold wind and the trees, and the faint light of the snowy night, make the busy young man in the courtyard stand tall and handsome.
Chen He carefully held the fish tank with both hands. He wanted to use the aura to hold the fish but was afraid of shocking the fish, so he could only tilt the mouth of the ampoule slightly, and pour the fish and water into another slightly larger vessel with a sieve in it. Medicinal fine mesh.
This process is extremely slow, even without the sound of water.
The water flows finely along the wall of the tank, and the fish hidden under the blades involuntarily come to the dish with the water, and then they turn upstream when they touch the gauze.
Shi Feng smiled unconsciously.
——The cultivator has access to the aura of heaven and earth, leaving everything ignorant.
On the other hand, magic repair can capture the spirit of heaven and earth, and heaven cannot tolerate it.
Senior disciple’s cultivation base is diligent. How can Shi Feng be unhappy even if he is thousands of miles in a day.
In the courtyard, Chen He put the empty celadon ampoule on the table and inadvertently raised his head, seeing the familiar red shadow, his eyes lit up.
Chen He was still taking pictures of his clothes, and God Shi Feng stood in front of him as soon as he shook.
“Brother, you are back.” Chen He was curious.
The Cultivator’s Market under the jurisdiction of the Heluo School, don’t you know what it sells, do you set up a stall like a mortal? Or is it that everything is placed in the mustard seed magic weapon, and everyone is standing in front of the booth smartly, holding signs in a daze?
Is there food at the market? What to use for shopping? silver?
Do monsters use their bodies for shopping, or are they required to become humans? Waiting for them to appear in the market, will they be stunned, stunned, abducted… anyway, sold?
——Since the brother does not take himself, it should be very dangerous.
“Brother, are you okay.” Chen He caught a glimpse of the edge of Shi Feng’s sleeves being damaged, and suddenly became nervous.
The clothes that Shi Feng wears are not cut from mortal fabrics. They won’t get wet in water, and won’t burn when thrown into fire. Want to damage, the other party at least used the magic weapon Lingbao.
Even masters like brothers have to fight in the market. It seems difficult to buy things in the realm of cultivation.
It’s like buying vegetables from the Yuzhou city market in this snowy day. They serve them quickly, ruthlessly, and accurately, and have to be willing to spend money. This is how the aunt Wang next door returned two bundles of cabbage. Those who arrive can only buy pickled cabbage, can it be the same?
Chen He silently added one to his list of practice: Without strength, he can’t even buy good things in the market.
Of course, Shi Feng didn’t know that the thoughts in the mind of the junior apprentice went farther than the wild horse.
He lowered his head and saw Chen He’s worried look. He couldn’t help touching his head: “No problem, it is common for cultivators to compete.”
This understatement reminded Chen He again that it was not easy for the next door Aunt Wang to grab the cabbage…
Chen He shook his head. He couldn’t imagine his brother’s appearance. With the strength of his brother, other people would automatically dodge once he made a move.
“That…Brother, are there many masters in the Mahayana stage in the cultivation world?”
“Not many, not too few, there are dozens of them, but half of them live in seclusion all year round.” After Shi Feng finished speaking, he saw Chen Heru’s relieved expression, his heart moved and he touched funny. Junior brother’s forehead.
It seems that the younger brother is worried about him.
Shi Feng asked the puppet to hold out a bowl, and then threw the mirage wrapped in aura into the bowl.
——So this is Chinese cabbage.
Chen He thoughtfully observed the bead that seemed to be smoking white smoke, and then looked up at Shi Feng.
“This is a mirage. The mirage spit out by the clam demon in the South China Sea has changed over the years.” Shi Feng was very pleased that Chen He did not rush to touch something he didn’t know. He explained patiently, “A mirage can make people Seeing many illusions, the mirage can not only record everything that happened around it, but also record the people who broke into the mirage and the illusions that they saw. In the place where the mirage is entrenched in the South China Sea, once a mortal breaks in, it will never happen again. Can’t get out.”
Chen He blinked, he saw a circle of spiritual energy around the bead, firmly wrapped in white smoke.
He suddenly raised his head and said unexpectedly to Shi Feng: “Brother, I have learned the technique of Baiqiao Tongxuan now. You don’t need to re-practice the Introductory Mind Method every day.”
“Slap.”
The mirage rolled directly on the bottom of the bowl.
Shi Feng’s face was calm and unpredictable: “What did you say?”
“I didn’t know before. Later, my senior brother told me that you had already practiced this technique beyond recognition. Nirvana is so terrible that even your blood can destroy the vitality of all souls. True essence is definitely more than essence and blood. Great. The masters of the martial arts have turned their true essence into spiritual energy to help apprentices in their cultivation. Brother, you–“
“I have already said that your exercises come from the same source, how can it hinder?” Shi Feng said sharply.
“It is now, but when I first entered the valley?” Chen He’s head hung down and lowered, and the last sentence was as light as snow flakes on the eaves blown off by the wind, “When there is no qi period…”
Even if Shi Feng’s true essence is turned into aura, he can only kill people.
Blood dripped on Chen He. It is the same source of practice. It doesn’t matter. But a six-year-old child can’t remember what happened yesterday. At first he couldn’t practice his own practice step by step, so who would give him? Dredge the meridians, nourish qi and cultivate vitality? Other people in Black Abyss Valley? No, the same mental method can only be assisted by the same family, and the Beixuan school is only left with Shi Feng.
There is only one answer.
When Shi Feng needed to use “the real Northern Xuan Sect Aura”, he let the true essence enter his dantian, the meridians were empty, and he re-nourished the qi-because the true essence was special, the newly trained aura would eventually be swallowed. Can only be used as a consumable.
The cold wind blows snow on the eaves, and the small courtyard is silent.
For a long time, Shi Feng slowly asked: “When did you find it?”
Chen He dare not say anything.
“Just talk about it.”
“After coming to Yuzhou.” Chen He anxiously grabbed Shi Feng’s sleeve, “Brother, I will soon be able to form a pill, I will work hard, and wait until I will be like Senior Brother in the future–”
“Shut up!”
For the first time Shi Feng scolded like this, Chen He calmed down, stood steadily, and his eyes were firm.
“It’s not like that.” Shi Feng was confused.
The Northern Xuan School has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and ancient records have long been lost. However, in the past three thousand years, there have also been ancestors who have crossed the catastrophe and soared. They have a higher cultivation base, but they have not experienced such a situation of over-training.
The problem was not with the Beixuan technique at all, but with Shi Feng himself.
——No matter how much Chen He cultivates, he won’t become like Shi Feng, his true essence will be overwhelmed with vitality.
“I rebuild my mind every day. I want to find a way to break through. Maybe I can change it back. These new true essence spiritual powers will soon disappear and help you in your practice. Isn’t it right?”
“Brother did not lie to me?”
“I’m not lying to you.” Shi Feng was in a complicated mood and had no choice but to take Chen He who was standing in a daze into his arms.
Since the younger brother grew up, he has never hugged him like this except when he met Liang Qianshan.
“The Mirage…” Chen He muttered.
Shi Feng had to continue to explain: “This bead can only be stored in a special container. Wrap it with spiritual power, not to show it to you, but to let you eat it.”
“Eat it?” Chen He was startled.
Shi Feng released his arm and motioned Chen He to sit next to him.
“This bead can create hallucinations. It should be used to practice magic weapons!” Chen He looked at it. The round and round bead was full of danger, and it wasn’t a sugar ball.
“Yes, eat it, and seal it in the Purple Mansion of Shentai!”
Shi Feng tapped Chen He’s eyebrows with his finger, and said softly, “You will be able to remember everyday things in the future.”
Chen He was startled.
Fortunately, the bowl is not in his hands, otherwise he will miss it.
“Well, you can eat it tonight.” Shi Feng turned his head and looked at the pile of strange New Year sacrifice items on the table, “What is this?”
“…I saw those offering sacrifices to the God of Wealth, as well as offering sacrifices to the stove, shouldn’t we…that, the Beixuan Sect has ancestors.”
Chen He worried that Shi Feng thought of something bad, so he could only answer evasively.
Shi Feng nodded, did not speak, and led the younger brother into the room.
When the sky was about to dawn, Shi Feng reopened the door and walked to the small courtyard.
When he is not in front of Chen He, he always looks indifferent, his sleeves flicked, and Chen He’s door closed silently, and along the gap, you can see Chen He sleeping in the thick bedding. Flushed.
Shi Feng stood alone in silence.
Two days ago, he drove a round trip from Yuzhou to the capital, and also had a fight with Venerable Huanjian.
Although the two sides didn’t move the truth, the confrontation with the great master of the high realm, which was far superior to the Mahayana stage, was not good.
Shi Feng touched the corners of his eyes a little tiredly. He believed that Venerable Huanjian could not catch him, and he also didn’t know if the number one master of the magic path had a terrible hole card, and he was an enemy of Venerable Huanjian. Not wise. Anyway, he just wanted the mirage, and got the things in his hands, so there was no need to continue entanglement.
Shi Feng silently walked to the stone table and began to organize the things Chen He bought.
Candlesticks, sacrifices, incense burners… are all commonly used by mortals, only one tablet is empty, and there is no time to write.
Shi Feng didn’t plan to engrave on it.
He slowly took the red box out of the mustard seed magic weapon and placed it upright in the center of the memorial tablet. After a long silence, Shi Feng stepped back three steps and looked deeply.
“The ancestors have knowledge in the upper realm, Beixuan or Jue. My teacher Nan Hongzi, I am killed by me, and Shi Feng is incompetent. I only hope that my brother is safe.”
He left the yard without looking back.
The author has something to say: Shi Feng’s prayer means: His junior’s fate is not suitable for accepting apprentices, so the Beixuan Sect may be extinct—or, maybe.
Why is it not suitable to accept apprentices? Shi Feng uses himself as an example