Chapter Seventy-Five: The Reader Under the Heavens
The Dongfang family's vigorous death vein fight ended just as it began.
No one thought that the one who ended the death vein fight was actually a thief!
The ten veins of the East, the veins have been robbed.
The things that are lost are not very valuable, just food, but they can't stand a large amount!
From the beginning of steamed bread, to later rice, white noodles, from melons, fruits and vegetables but meat and eggs. There have even been recent signs that the daring thief is about to start working on the alchemy materials.
At first, it was not obvious, but gradually, Dongfang Wentian discovered a serious matter.
The Oriental family is going to run out of food!
This is a rather serious matter, because looking at the entire cultivation world, there is no sect that will worry about a bite to eat.
Dongfang asked the heavens to worry, although he had already sent more people to guard the kitchen, warehouse, and other places, but things should be thrown away! There was even a time when the things on his dining table disappeared under his nose.
It's false to say that I'm not afraid, although I'm just throwing away some food now, but if one day this thief has a bad heart, no one in the Dongfang family can prevent it.
The whole clan was in a panic, and the sin was even more gloomy.
Among the new generation of disciples, Ning Zhiyuan, who is the senior brother, died, and Chen Er, the genius of Naxinzhong, lost his trace, and now there is not much left to eat.
Throwing food begins with sin. It has also become a "hard-hit area" among the Oriental families. For this reason, Dongfang Xuan had to let the disciples below go to the bottom of the mountain to exchange for ordinary food to solve the urgent need, he didn't want his sin vein to fall in the death vein fight, but fell in front of a mouthful of food.
After all, the food under the mountain is mortal, different from the Lingmi Lingmen they eat, there are many impurities in it.
Cultivation is a process of removing impurities from the human body and returning the body to its nature.
But they can't do it, even if it will affect their cultivation, but some of them are better than not having to eat.
Some people have been looking forward to the battle between the sin vein and the death vein of the human connection for a long time, and they have been calculating for a long time. If it ends in this way, they are unwilling, but they can't help it, because they are also facing the distress of running out of food.
And the initiator of all this is still in an enchantment, swaggering on the black and white coffin, holding steamed buns in one hand and gnawing on chicken legs in the other.
On the other side, the readers, who were once revered as literary saints, constantly felt sorry for themselves, but they still did not forget to put out the fire that roasted a beast a little.
"The gentleman is far away from cooking, I can be regarded as a disgrace to the old ancestor! If he dies in the future, how can I explain it when I meet his old man!"
Xiao Xiaoer rolled his eyes and said vaguely: "How many thousands of years have you been dead and you don't have any points in your heart?"
Wen Sheng suddenly brightened up, and he said loudly with a clear mind: "Reasonable!
Then he turned the beast over.
"Come here and take a hand...... Wen Sheng looked at Xiao Xiaoer, who would only sit back and enjoy his success, and said dissatisfiedly.
Xiao Xiaoer let out an "oh", ran over and took a breath, and the beast that had not yet been roasted shrank directly and flew into his mouth.
After being busy for nearly an hour, Wen Sheng, who hadn't even tasted the taste, had a green face.
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It is located in the southern border of the southern tip of the Mandate of Heaven Continent.
The burly young man, who claimed to be a scholar, had just laid down, and he wanted to take a nap while a cloud obscured the sun and star, and the sun was less dazzling.
As soon as he closed his eyes, a spirit bird with colorful light flew in the sky.
The spirit bird circled the sky a few times, and after spotting the burly youth, it landed directly next to him, and then exploded into a piece of light.
The light scattered in all directions, forming the appearance of a middle-aged man in the sky.
The burly young man turned over lazily, looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Old man, you miss me, and you came to see me?"
"I miss your uncle! Why haven't you had enough fun? Hurry home, there's something big!" the middle-aged man opened his mouth and scolded.
The burly young man was not worthy of him, holding a new fan and pointing at the middle-aged man and saying: "The words are vulgar, insulting Sven, insulting Sven!"
The middle-aged man's face turned dark, and he scolded angrily: "If I didn't make you out back then, I wouldn't have insulted Sven! Labor and management have been talking about you for more than ten years, but you don't listen to a word! The person who looks like a girl will say a word to you, and you will be regarded as a treasure, and you will be a scholar all day long, and you will not be ashamed!"
"You can't even control your own son, are you embarrassed to say that others are ashamed?" The burly young man suddenly became anxious when he heard his father insulting half of his master.
"I'll tell you! I want to worship a scholar as a teacher, okay! When the Astronomical Saint resurrects you, I won't stop you! If the Wen Saint can't survive, you will give me the mind to die!"
"You won't be able to come back in a month, and you won't be able to keep a single book in that room!
When the middle-aged man is enough, the light disappears.
The burly young man rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh.
"Wen Sheng?" The burly young man chewed on his father's words just now, and suddenly became a little curious about the Wen Sheng in his father's mouth.
The father who has been straight all his life looks down on all the people who chew the words. He always thinks that these people are the ones who make simple things go around the bush.
In his words: "It's there, and even if it's hidden, it's still there!
But the burly young man didn't think so, and he agreed with his half master's words.
"The Mandate of Heaven Continent is divided into five realms, why is the southern frontier the weakest? It's just that there are more people hitting the wall and fewer roads are being built!"
As for why it's half a master? Because he agreed, it was half the story. But the half master didn't agree, so it's still half there.
Sometimes he will ponder, in fact, his father's words are right, but they are too one-sided.
"Wen Sheng......" The burly young man pondered silently again.
He didn't understand why his father, who looked down on all the scholars in the world, only admired this literary saint.
He cleaned up briefly, and after trying to restore the mess around him to its original state, he bounced in the direction he came.
The people of the southern frontier, whether they are out hunting or training, will always try their best to restore what they have touched when they leave.
They feel that this land gives them room to live, so they should not stop the normal growth of this land.
This involves the common survival philosophy of these tribes. - "Taking" and "Giving".
The burly young man who bounced into the air put two fingers in his mouth and blew a whistle.
The Winged Flame Lion waved its wings, and a ball of flame stepped into the air under its feet, steadily catching the burly boy.
"Let's go, let's go home!" the burly young man patted the winged flame lion on the back.
The Winged Flame Lion shook its fur, turned its head with some disgust, and glanced at the burly young man.
The young man looked at the hurried scene, and suddenly he was full of pride, and he wanted to write a poem.
But when I opened my mouth, I found that I couldn't spit out the gorgeous words that came to my mouth immediately, so I could only say helplessly: "This is the world of my generation of scholars! It's really beautiful!"
After speaking, the Haoran intention that had been gathered around the body suddenly disappeared.