When Deacon Ma heard what his uncle said, and then saw the brocade box in front of him, his heart suddenly trembled. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Between two equal figures in the cultivation realm, pity and charity belong to the humiliation of the other.

But like Liu Xiaodong, no matter how talented he is, he is just the patriarch of a faction, and there is a big mountain behind him, so he can ignore ordinary disciples, even if Deacon Ma is the son of the great elder of the back mountain.

"But I didn't expect that Uncle Shi not only had a broad mind, but also used such a miracle medicine for me, a waste person!"

He originally thought that after pleading guilty, he was already a waste man anyway, so it was better to serve his father for the rest of his life in the future, but he never thought that Liu Xiaodong would not only apologize to him, a waste man, but also take out the Heavenly Spirit Grass to repair his injuries.

"Alas! Why did I do that the other day? ”

Deacon Ma thought of the past few days, as a deacon, he actually embarrassed a new disciple everywhere, and couldn't help but regret it in his heart.

I saw him kneeling on the ground on both knees, and cried bitterly: "Disciple has thanked Uncle Shi for the grace of reconstruction!"

"Get up."

Liu Xiaodong picked up Deacon Ma, handed him the brocade box and said, "Right and wrong, all are dispersed today, and the past will not be mentioned again."

"Yes, the disciple understands, thank you Uncle Ancestor!"

Deacon Ma stopped crying, got up after answering respectfully, and took the brocade box with trembling hands.

From ordinary people cultivating to immortals in their hearts, as long as they have the talent, qualifications, and perseverance, it is very simple after enduring a long period of boredom and suffering.

But there is a huge contrast between changing from an immortal to an ordinary person, and even a person with strong perseverance will find it difficult to return to his original life.

What's more, Deacon Ma, who has mediocre perseverance, has lived a life worse than death this day.

"After my cultivation is restored, I will definitely repay my uncle for the kindness of reconstruction!" Deacon Ma's heart was firm, and he held the brocade box in front of him tightly.

The Heavenly Spirit Grass within it was all his hope of returning to a cultivator.

"Uncle Shi, can you see if this sword is handy?"

When the middle-aged man saw the scene in front of him, he was moved in his heart, and sighed that while his uncle was full of heart, he let go of his reluctance and held the sword in his hand.

"Not necessarily."

When Liu Xiaodong heard it, he shook his head and turned to look at the house.

"This is the disciple's intention, please accept it."

The middle-aged man bowed down and finished speaking, but he didn't know that Liu Xiaodong had already shook his head and turned around.

Without waiting for an answer, he looked up in confusion and saw an old figure walking out of the room.

"Master." When Deacon Ma and the others saw it, they hurriedly knelt down and bowed.

"Uncle Shi." Elder Ma lowered his head.

"Senior brother." Liu Xiaodong gave up.

"It turns out that the Heavenly Spirit Grass was given to him." The figure nodded and looked at Deacon Ma.

The figure was Qingsong Zhenren, he was originally cultivating in the back room, but he felt that the breath of the Heavenly Spirit Grass was moved, so he came out to check.

"I guess I'm going to live an ordinary life.."

The ups and downs of life are nothing more than that, and Deacon Ma's heart fluctuated after seeing Qingsong's real person, and he felt that there was little hope.

"Ugh." Elder Ma sighed in his heart, but after he finished saluting, he didn't dare to say anything more.

Elder Ma and the others were thinking about it.

"This incident was originally caused by the junior brother, and the junior brother was at fault first."

As soon as the words sounded, Liu Xiaodong arched his hand to look at Qingsong Daoren, and said sincerely: "It's just a herb, please forgive me!"

The matter of Deacon Ma's abolition, Qingsong Zhenren had learned about it last night, but he did not punish the two disciples, which shows the love of protecting the short.

At this time, after he heard Liu Xiaodong's words, he did not answer, but glanced back and forth at Elder Ma and the others.

In just a few moments, Elder Ma and the others were restless.

There was silence in the field, just when Liu Xiaodong was about to say more.

"That's it, what is given to you is yours, you can send it to anyone." Qingsong Zhenren put away his gaze and walked into the house with an expressionless face.

"Congratulations to Uncle Shi, Uncle Shizu!"

After Deacon Ma and the others saw the figure of Qingsong Zhenren disappear, they breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly thanked Liu Xiaodong.

"Thank you, uncle." Elder Ma wept.

"Thank you, Uncle Shi, for your success." Deacon Ma kowtowed.

"No, Senior Brother is also a reasonable person.."

Liu Xiaodong helped Deacon Ma up, and when he was talking, a voice came from inside the house.

"Elder Chang has something to go out, Elder Ma, you can bring his son to the main peak tomorrow to take charge of affairs."

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City of All Worlds.

In the chaotic scene, Qingsong Zhenren was walking out of the house and looking at the scene of Deacon Ma.

"City Lord, I've always had a question, how high is Liu Xiaodong's talent?"

Mo Yixi put down the wine gourd in his hand, stood up from the seat, and asked He Yuan with his hand.

And his question is also the question of all of you.

"That stone can only be tested on the armor, what grade is on the armor?" Young people in the scientific and technological civilization, thinking about the novels they have read before, find that there does not seem to be such a level, and they can't help but be curious.

"The talent of the brave is indeed a gift from heaven!" Zammon got up and laughed, and sat down when he saw everyone looking at him.

"It's a gift from the lord of the city!" The dwarf's disgruntled shrill voice rang out.

"Don't guess, just shut up, and don't let the city lord say it?" The young royal took a sip of the red wine in his glass of pleasure, which was something he had in his world.

"You.." One was angry.

"He's right." The warrior was in the corner, opened his mouth coldly, and clenched his fists in the direction of He Yuan: "Listen to the city lord."

The warrior's words fell, and although some people in the tavern were angry at the royal family's words, their eyes turned to He Yuan in front of the scene.

"According to the rules of Ten Thousand Worlds City, my subordinate Liu Xiaodong is level ten."

He Yuan opened his mouth when he saw that everyone was quiet, and then pointed to the Qingsong Zhenren in the scene: "And he is only the third level."

"Your people are indeed not of the same level as the people in that world." The dwarf flattered, but he spoke for everyone.

"The mission time is one year, according to this talent, isn't it a massacre after that year?" The tech-tech young man is bored, not as bloody as he had in mind.

"Then Lord of the City, what kind of talent is on the armor?" The warrior asked, blurting out, he wanted to speculate on his talent.

"The Jindan stage should be equivalent to the Grandmaster realm in my world."

His realm is the realm of heaven and man, corresponding to the primordial god among the cultivators, and the great grandmaster corresponds to the primordial infant.

"The first level is the fifth level, and your talent is the sixth level." He Yuan turned around, looked at the martial artist who was a little frustrated when he heard what he said, and said, "The innate will is not immutable."

"How does that change?" The warrior was excited.

Although in his world, he is already a top powerhouse, but how can a martial artist not want to break through to a higher realm?

But He Yuan turned to look at the scene and did not answer the warrior's question.

It's not that I don't want to answer, it's just that this kind of treasure hasn't appeared in the City of Ten Thousand Worlds yet.

"You're talking too much." The royal family opened their mouths to laugh at the warriors, but when they looked at the scene when the middle-aged man was about to give Liu Xiaodong a sword, he said disdainfully: "No one wants that kind of broken sword if it is thrown away, I guess you will want it, haha."

"You.." The warrior became angry, but then when he thought of something, he suddenly sat down again and turned his head to the side.

"Hmph." A smile hung on the corner of the royal family's mouth, a thin sword appeared in his hand, and he got up and handed it to He Yuan in front of him: "Please Lord City, give that genius."

"Ten thousand coins, ten thousand." He Yuan.

"All to your people." The royal family didn't care, and performed a royal etiquette.

"Hmm."

He Yuan nodded, and the royal family smiled and sat back on the wooden chair after seeing it.

"He has a lot of treasures." Zammon looked at the wooden table beside him, dressed in ancient armor.

"If it weren't for the City of Ten Thousand Worlds, I would have killed him!" The warrior saw that the person who had had a festival before was laughing at him, and his chest rose and fell with anger.

"Heavenly Spirit Grass, it's a bit interesting, it's a good medicine." Mo Yixi looked at the scene.

...

"It's starting to get interesting."

I don't know how long it took in the tavern when the young man suddenly spoke, looking at the scene.

Before Liu Xiaodong was cultivating on the main peak of Kunlun Mountain, everyone was bored and meditated and pranayama, and when they heard the young man's words, they opened their eyes.

"Don't you cultivate?"

The royal family was curious when they saw that the young man had not cultivated for a while.

"I haven't cultivated." The young man replied.

In the tavern of Wanjie City, they can't detect each other's cultivation, so all of them have this question.

"Oh, I see." The royal family smiled, thinking the young man was amused.

"Well, what's your name?" The young man turned his head and asked.

The royal family picked up the red wine on the table, walked to the young man's seat, passed a wine glass, and looked at the scene.

"Gilgamesh."