"Is he Ji Zhou?" Li Chuyi was stunned, "The idiot who just wants to kill me?"

Hao Youxiao nodded, looking at the figure kneeling on the ground with complicated eyes.

At this time, Ji Zhou had long since lost his life, kneeling on the ground, his whole body was covered with frost, one of his right arms was gone, the blood stains at the fracture were black and red under the cover of frost, and bunches of black-red ice cubes hung down to the ground from there, obviously the gushing blood was completely frozen into ice before it could fall.

Through the frost, you can vaguely see that Ji Zhou's exposed skin is blue and white, and the frostbite overlapping blue everywhere is mixed in. There was no rise and fall in his chest, the whole person was lifeless, and there was no mana fluctuation in his body. The divine sense reached out and swept through his body, and Hao Youxiao sighed softly.

In the sea of dantian qi that was frozen into a lump of ice, Ji Zhou's Yuan Ying was like his physical body, and his eyes were scattered and there was no life, this was really dead.

Even Yuan Ying didn't escape.

When the two left, the little fat man also went to the ice palace to look around, he wanted to see if the old ghost who was going to kill him was dead, and if he didn't die, he wouldn't mind making up for it. As a result, no one found it, only found a stump arm frozen into a popsicle in a broken formation, and Ji Zhou actually escaped there by cutting off his own arm.

Li Chuyi was still a pity at that time, but Hao Youxiao comforted him. Who would have thought that he hadn't gone far before he came across the corpse of this Yuanying master, looking at Ji Zhou Hao Youxiao who was kneeling on the ground, he was speechless for a while, and could only secretly sigh that human life is set on the fifteenth day of the first month, and it is difficult to avoid some things.

"What's wrong with this old ghost? Is he dying and still holding a red belly pocket? Does this old thing want to have a good reputation for dying under the peony flower, or is he simply having a problem with his orientation?"

Li Chuyi's voice pulled Hao Youxiao's thoughts back, looked at the red belly pocket that was firmly grasped by Ji Zhou's remnant left arm, and after carefully identifying it, Miss Hao couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Idiot, that's not a girl! What girl do you see wearing such a small red belly pocket? Do you think you can tie it?"

"It's a little small, but it's not necessarily unattached!"

Saying that, the thief's eyes turned and looked at Hao Youxiao carefully, and the little fat man said meaningfully: "Well, I think you will tie it!"

Syllable!

The back of the head was slapped unexpectedly, and the little fat man grinned and gasped for air.

Hao Youxiao looked at him angrily and angrily, did this bastard praise her for being thin or scolding her for being too peaceful?

It's strange if you don't slap him!

Snorted coldly and turned her face away, she was really too lazy to look at that fat face. Looking carefully at the embroidery on her belly pocket, Hao Youxiao's heart moved, and a rumor sounded on the rivers and lakes.

"This isn't a girl's belly pocket, do you see the blessing word embroidered on it? Do you see a girl sewing such a pattern on her belly pocket? This is clearly a child's! If I guess correctly, this should be the relic of Ji Zhou's son, and Ji Lao Ghost may have remembered his son before he died, so he took it out. ”

"What? This old ghost still has a son, and he is still dead?" the little fat man asked curiously, rubbing the back of his head.

Hao Youxiao nodded, looking at Ji Zhou, her eyes suddenly became a little pitiful.

"Alas, you don't know, Old Ghost Ji is actually a poor person. He was not originally a monk, but a wealthy merchant from a good family among mortals, with a wife who loved him, and a big fat son. It's a pity that his life is not good, and there was a melee between good and evil one year, in which two waves of people from small families met in the county where his family was located. After a chaotic battle, the two small clans saw that the victory and defeat were inseparable, and the innocent county seat was razed to the ground, and more than 100 people of all ages in Ji Zhou, except for him who escaped by narrowly being crushed under the rubble, the rest were all dead. ”

"Ji Zhou, who survived, wants to take revenge, but how difficult it is. The most powerful ancestors of those two small families are only the cultivation of the Dan period, and they are not even a scum in our eyes, but for Ji Zhou, they are behemoths, and wanting to take revenge is tantamount to ascending to the sky. In order to take revenge, Ji Zhou scattered all his family wealth and wanted to worship a sect to learn art, but no one was willing to accept him when the money ran out. If it weren't for the fact that he had accidentally obtained a few classics of the Array Dao, and with great perseverance and great wisdom for more than ten years of hard study, he might have died unjustly and turned into a pile of resentment. ”

"Isn't it?!, an old ghost in the infancy stage, it's not bad to be able to cultivate to this level by himself, and no one is willing to accept him?!" Li Chuyi was a little puzzled, could it be that those family members were blind?

Hao Youxiao smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that they are blind, but no one thought that Old Ghost Ji could cultivate to this point." When he first apprenticed, he was already over 30 years old, even if he had qualifications, who do you say would accept a person over 30 years old as an apprentice? When our monks start to practice, they always rush early rather than late, for example, if our Hao family accepts people, they don't want anyone who is over 12 years old, and their own children are slowly groomed and recuperated from birth, and they let him start formal cultivation at the age of eight or ten years later. Not to mention the Hao family, let's just say that ordinary sects, those who entered the Tao in their twenties are considered late, and he, an 'old guy' in his thirties, still wants to practice, who will accept it? Who dares to accept it? After taking advantage of the resources to cultivate a meal, he may not have cultivated any famous hall before his longevity is exhausted, and no one will do this kind of money-losing business!"

Li Chu thought about it, he himself was forced by Taoist priests to memorize the "Taoist Canon" every day since he could remember, and he may have practiced earlier than most monks. Don't look at his age now, but when it comes to the number of years he has been cultivating, he is actually not short.

And as Hao Youxiao said, what the monk did to accept the apprentices and the young and not the old is nothing else, it is Shouyuan. Shouyuan not only determines how long a person can live, but also directly affects a person's spirituality.

Spirituality here does not refer to the understanding but the degree of physical activity, and the best time for everyone is when they are at least in their childhood, when they are too careful and intellectually incomplete, and when they are too old, they lose their spirituality because of their age, so the best time for a monk to start practicing is at least a year in childhood, that is, between the ages of eight and sixteen.

Although Ji Zhou has a good understanding and good qualifications, he was already over thirty years old when he wanted to practice, and he was in the prime of life among mortals, but in the eyes of the monks, he was already a hopeless twilight person, and naturally no one would waste his mind and effort to cultivate such an "old man".

"What happened later?" asked Li Chuyi with a sigh.

Later, it was a popular drama of murder and revenge. Hao Youxiao said faintly, "Although Ji Zhou is nearly fifty years old before he practices qi, his wisdom in the formation path is really not shallow. With the few excellent formation cheats in his hand, he set up a few ancient strange formations by himself and retreated for more than twenty years, and by the time he came out, he was already about to refine his gods. With the strength of revenge, he did not directly kill the door to seek revenge, but spent several years arranging a strange formation around the mountain gate of the evil clan in it, and took advantage of the small family's family celebration to launch the formation to directly refine them alive. ”

With the refined essence blood and aura, he broke into the refining god in one fell swoop, but when he rushed to the righteous path clan with the position of refining god, he found that they had already gone to the empty building after getting the news, and they were protected by the righteous path Xu family, and the Ju clan fled to the edge of the barren mountain range. Ji Zhou followed closely to the Mangbarren Mountain Range, but how many masters of the Mangbarren Mountain Range were there, although the Xu family was a third-rate family, it was not something that he could provoke as a small refining god. But Ji Zhou didn't give up, he ambushed the foothold of that small clan for three whole years, and finally took advantage of that clan to let down their vigilance and killed their family head and several elders, as well as most of the younger generations. ”

This move angered the Xu family, and the master of the Xu family who came to help him was angry and wanted to kill him, but Ji Zhou also counted it, he was injured but not dead, and he fled from the barren mountains with a seriously injured body. That small clan was not strong in the first place, and after being killed by Ji Zhou, most of the masters were even more slumped, and it didn't take long for them to disappear and go their separate ways, and things gradually faded away. And although Ji Zhou is a loose cultivator, he has made rapid progress, when he stepped into the Yuan Infant and cultivated to the late Yuan Infant at a very fast speed, the Xu family who chased him back then was suddenly panicked, and the head of the Xu family even came forward to ask for peace, Ji Zhou received a generous gift, and at this time he understood it thoroughly. It's just that the tragic experience and the lonely penance, Ji Laogui's personality has become moody, indifferent and withdrawn, and he has a great hope of entering the Yuan Shen, but he actually refused all the solicitations, and still wandered the vast wasteland as a casual cultivator. ”

"This time, I heard that he was invited by a few small clans in the vast wasteland to come to protect the road, but I didn't expect such things to happen, Ji Lao Ghost, who can be regarded as a masterpiece of a generation, died here like this, it's really embarrassing!"

Hao Youxiao sighed, and Li Chuyi was also concerned when he heard it.

Compared with Hao Youxiao, Li Chuyi, who has been wandering between the mundane since childhood, can better understand the powerlessness and helplessness when mortals meet monks. As the so-called gods fight and the little ghost suffers, ordinary people who don't have any mana are not even as good as the little ghosts, once they encounter the monk war, they can only resign themselves to fate, and see if their lives are hard enough to survive.

In the past, this feeling was relatively light, after all, Dayan had a court to suppress the monks and not to make trouble at will, although the status was extremely humble compared to the monks, but the ordinary people were relatively safe, and they lived honestly and dutifully, and if they were not very unlucky, they could generally die right. The order of Tianmen Mountain under the jurisdiction of Taixu Palace is better, and the monks get along well with mortals and have dealings with each other, and there are few such disasters.

But since he came to Mobei, Li Chuyi can be regarded as seeing with his own eyes how humble and powerless mortals are to monks, and he used to feel that the status of mortals in the Dayan Dynasty is extremely low, and he can't feel the air of freedom at all when he lives carefully. But compared to Mobei, the people of Dayan are too happy, and the mortals of Taixu Palace are as if they are in heaven.

There are mortals in Mobei, but they are rare. The reason for the rarity is not because there are few of them, but because most of them are confined by the clan forces composed of various monks. To put it mildly, it is captivity, and to put it bluntly, it is captivity. In the name of protection, in fact, they are exploited as slaves.

No one was born to refine the god primordial infant, and the monks below the knot also had to eat, and their meals were grown bit by bit by the hard work of mortals. In addition to eating, the monks also had to dress, have fun, and enjoy, and it was also mortal who provided for the monks to eat, drink, and serve them comfortably.

Not every family can afford to use a servant maid from a monk's background, and it is the mortal who supports the monk's luxurious life. Therefore, Li Chuyi has always felt that there is nothing noble and mysterious about monks and the like, except that they know how to practice longer than mortals, the others are actually no different from mortals.

The status of mortals in Mobei is like ants, and if they meet a better master, they may still have a person, if they meet the inhumane evil cultivation of the Xu family, then they are not as good as pigs and dogs. Take a look at the Xu family's blood pill, one blood pill used a hundred boys and a hundred virgins, and the misery of mortals can be seen from this.

The greatest wish of the mortals of Mobei is that they have spiritual roots and can be discovered by the masters, as long as they step into the path of cultivation, their lives can undergo earth-shaking changes, only by breaking away from the "mortal womb" and becoming monks, can they get rid of the sea of suffering, can they enjoy everything they want to enjoy, and can vent all the injustices and injustices that have been inflicted on themselves like the people who oppressed them in the past, and vent them on other poor mortals.

Don't think that these people who fly up the branches will speak for the sake of mortals, the world of monks represents absolute power, and no one can match it under the general trend. Even if there are people who are not afraid of death who dare to stand up, these people are all crushed into powder by the rolling trend, and they don't even want to turn over a wave.

Just look at Ji Zhou, a wealthy merchant with a solid family among mortals lives a happy little life as he should, but it only takes a small fierce fight between monks to wipe it all out. No matter how rich your family is or your reputation and morality, in the face of the invincible absolute strength, it is just a cloud of smoke, and it will be dispersed. If you want to take revenge, you can only have the strength to resist the enemy, and if you don't have the strength, no matter how big the hatred is, you will never even be a fart in the eyes of others.

Ji Zhou is tragic and lucky. It is really tragic that his family has been wiped out in the face of great changes, but it is precisely this tragedy that has created his amazing strength today. But even with his current strength, he only avenged his family, and he didn't see him speak for other equally miserable and pitiful mortals, which shows how humble a person's power is under the general trend.

Unless there is a big force like the Dayan Dynasty or the Taixu Palace to suppress it with iron laws, in front of the monks, the tragedies of ordinary people will only continue to be staged.

Speaking of which, Mobei's name is really not wrong.

Mobei Mobei....

Apathetic, pathetic.