Sheng Qingyun also doesn't quite believe that the so-called human beings are evolved from monkeys, and now the exercises and Taoism he practices have made him have to doubt many of the so-called scientific conclusions now, it should be said that the vision of modern science has limited his cognition, I don't know if modern science is too ignorant, or if there is any force that does not want ordinary people to know the truth and deliberately make foolish measures!

"Pangu opened the sky, Nuwa created people, these legends have long been known to be true or false, and they can't be verified until now, maybe one day in the future we will know the truth, but it really has nothing to do with us now, I'll talk about what can still be known for sure......"

As the Void Spirit Daoist was talking, Lei Heng came in with a wine jar in one hand and a few bowls in the other, sat down with one butt, patted open the wine jar seal, and a rich aroma of wine wafted out, Lei Heng put the bowls in a row and poured wine into the bowl: "Come on, boy, Niu Nose, drink!"

Sheng Qingyun is not good at wine, and rarely drinks, and he has not drunk it after entering the congenital, but no matter how good the wine in this world is, it has many toxins, and it is rejected by the innate body, unless one day it can brew the legendary spirit wine and immortal wine, and now Lei Heng has brought this jar of wine, which is indeed a rare good wine in the world, but Sheng Qingyun still feels the rejection of the body, and he refused regardless of the face at the moment: "I'm really sorry, the kid has always been bad at drinking, and please forgive me!"

Lei Heng glared: "Boy, this is a puree wine that has been stored for decades, you really don't drink it?"

Before Sheng Qingyun could speak, the Void Spirit Daoist said on the side: "Old boy, don't embarrass Xiaoyou, do you think everyone is as good as you?" What's more, Xiaoyou is now in the innate realm, and his body is transparent and clean, your vulgar wine will only be harmful to Xiaoyou's cultivation, if you want to drink yourself, how can you force others to be the same as you!"

When Lei Heng heard this, he was a little surprised, Sheng Qingyun also felt that he seemed to be a little too much, with his current strength, drinking a bowl or two of ordinary liquor, the toxins in the wine can be easily eliminated after the true qi runs in the body for a week, but there is no need to refuse too deliberately, and immediately said slightly embarrassedly: "Senior, the kid is not in the way at all if he drinks a little, the toxins in the wine will be eliminated after only one or two days, or the kid will accompany Lei Senior to drink this bowl!" After speaking, he was about to reach out and serve the wine bowl

The Void Spirit Daoist stretched out his hand to stop Sheng Qingyun: "Little friend, don't mistake your own cultivation for someone else's face, it's not easy for me to be cultivated, don't be cheap, what is practice? Cultivation is usually a little bit of accumulation and perseverance, you are now a little bit of your own cultivation because of a little bit of face damage from the old boy Lei, tomorrow you will practice for a little bit of face damage for the poor Dao, and the day after tomorrow for someone to lose face, over time, a little bit of accumulation, your practice will be wasted!" And today's little friend, if you don't give Lei Lao Xiao this face, there will be no damage to him! My generation of practice, against the sky, must be cautious everywhere, from the subtleties! Xiaoyou is the pride I have never seen, there must be a heavy responsibility, if today's Lei Lao Zi takes out the legendary spirit wine, the poor road will not stop it!" He looked back at Lei Hengdao," You old boy has lived for more than 100 years, you have seen a son like Xiaoyou, such a person, how can there be someone who does not carry a certain mission, not only do you not maintain it intimately today, but you also take out such mundane things to endanger Xiaoyou's Taoism, if you really deal with it for a long time, harm Xiaoyou's cultivation, you will be unforgivable!"

Lei Heng held a wine bowl, and was stunned by the Void Spirit Daoist, but when he looked back and thought about what the Void Spirit Daoist said, he saw Sheng Qingyun's young appearance, except for the legends, how could there be an innate martial artist in his early twenties? But which of those legends is not the peak of an era, not the mission of a certain era?

Lei Heng unconsciously put down the wine bowl in his hand, and hugged his fist at Sheng Qingyun: "Little friend, it's the old man who thinks less about it, and it's rude! Niu Bi is right, it's not easy to practice, you should stick to the subtleties, but it's a pity that the old man doesn't have the legendary spirit wine, otherwise he should drink with Xiaoyou!" After speaking, he took the wine bowl in front of Sheng Qingyun, drank it in one gulp, and put the wine bowl down," Xiaoyou doesn't drink, you can drink some tea with Niu Bi, his tea is rare, it is Niu Bi went to the depths of Shennongjia to pick the cloud tea on the Yunwu Mountain, this water is also the morning dew collected by Niu Bi himself, it should be no obstacle to your practice!"

Hearing the words of the Void Spirit Daoist and Lei Heng, Sheng Qingyun's heart was shocked, like a slap in the face, and in an instant, a bright light flashed in his mind like lightning, and even a burst of thunder sounded in the Mud Pill Palace, shaking the chaotic fog around the Mud Pill Palace to the ground, and retreating to the surroundings, giving up a lot of new space.

Sheng Qingyun only woke up in an instant, and he had a trace of understanding of what Lin Lao said about refining his heart in Hongchen, and at the same time, his understanding of the cultivation of wealth and wealth was also more profound, and Sheng Qingyun, who had woken up, hugged his fist at the Void Spirit Daoist and Lei Heng: "Thank you for the teachings of the seniors, and the juniors will remember it in their hearts!"

The Void Spirit Taoist stroked his beard with a smile: "No need to thank, people in cultivation don't need to be as intrigued as people in the world, the so-called cultivation of the mind, the mind is not pure, and there is no way to practice, it really comes to our point, there are too few people on the same road, can sit and talk about the Tao, even if the understanding of practice is different, confirm each other, find the right path, this is also the most cherished place for practitioners!"

"Boy, don't listen to what Niu Bi says, don't sit and talk about it, don't go to intrigue, do you know, it's the harmless Niu Bi you saw with humans and animals, do you know how many people he has killed in his life?" Lei Heng looked like you guessing, seeing that Sheng Qingyun was just looking at himself curiously, he immediately continued, "Speaking out scared you to death, he killed more than 10,000 people, you see that he now looks like a fairy wind and a master, can you imagine that he is a 'devil' who kills people without blinking?"

Sheng Qingyun shook his head: "I can't think of it!" He really couldn't imagine that the Daoist in front of him couldn't kill more than 10,000 people, and when he heard Lei Hengyi say, the horror in his heart was really incomprehensible.

Lei Heng said with a smile: "Do you know who Niu Bi killed and why he killed so many people?"

Sheng Qingyun shook his head again.

Lei Heng said: "You know the catastrophe that China experienced a hundred years ago! The vast majority of the people Niu Bi killed in this life were killed in that catastrophe! The weight of murder is rare in the world, and at that time it was called a mad killer, and both Western and Oriental devils wanted to get rid of him quickly, and they hated and feared him!" Lei Heng could also see that he had a kind of respect from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing Sheng Qingyun looking at him, the Void Spirit Daoist said calmly: "Even if we monks really cultivate to become immortals, they are still immortals, and if they are human, they have feelings, don't listen to some people's nonsense, saying that monks are forgetful and ruthless, what is the root of the monk, it is in his own race, without the race, the monk will have no roots, a tree without roots, and water without a source, that is the way to die, the monk should have the responsibility of protecting the race, and the guardian of the race is also to protect his own roots and protect his own path! To paraphrase a sentence, cultivation has no borders, and monks have borders!"