Nan Zhixian remembered that he and Li Zizai entered together and studied with their master, although their master is not big, but there are also many senior brothers and disciples, and his talent is the most shallow, while Li Zizai is completely different, even among the senior brothers who stepped into the immortal path earlier, he can be regarded as talented.

In Nan Zhixian's impression, he is a fellow villager, and since he entered the Tao, he has never looked at himself squarely, not that Li Zizai looks down on him, but the other party doesn't take him seriously at all.

He doesn't despise him, he doesn't pity him, when many brothers and sisters bully him, Li Zizai won't bully him, but he won't help him, he will just walk away silently and do nothing.

They became like strangers, which made Nam Ji-hyun feel extremely angry.

They are from a village, and people from a village, shouldn't they always be together? Whether they help each other or contempt and hostility each other, the people of their village should not be as indifferent as strangers.

This simple and naïve belief sustains him and makes him strive to become stronger at all costs.

In winter, when the snow is gone, he gets up early to practice guiding, meditating in the snow to hone his will; In the summer heat, the summer cicadas hissed, and he carried the boulders on the top of the mountain under the midday sun to keep up his strength.

His progress is visible to the naked eye, but only for himself, among the divisions, he is garbage, the most garbage! Even if he is a junior disciple who is just getting started, he can surpass him in less than half a year, and in this small sect, no one respects him.

And his fellow villagers are small, but they have become the strongest among the younger generations of the sect.

Nan Zhixian hated Li Zizai and was even more jealous of him, this kind of bad mood even broke out in public a few times, making him tragically beaten several times, but even if he scolded and insulted the other party in public, his indifferent and calm eyes did not change from beginning to end.

That's right.

In his memory, Li Zizai is such a person, since he was a child.

He didn't bother to oppress himself at all, and in his eyes he was no different from an ant.

So why did he do it? Why did he go back to the village to hurt Cuihua? Obviously, there are many beautiful junior sisters in the sect who are fond of him, and even in other sects close to the master, there are many female disciples who favor him.

Each of them is dusty, by no means comparable to the village girl who helps her father work in the fields all day long like Cuihua, Cuihua's hands are even rougher than the soles of those fairies' feet, and the smell of greasy hair makes these female disciples who burn incense and bathe every day smell it, and I am afraid they will vomit.

Why didn't that kid put a fragrant female disciple and had to touch the cuihua?

Nan Zhixian didn't understand, could it be that the other party insulted himself in order to provoke anger?

But how could this be possible, at that time, he had long forgotten about Cuihua, and he was bent on marrying those beautiful female monks, Li Zizai couldn't provoke him at all by doing this kind of thing, it would only tarnish his identity.

And the exercises? Why did that person go to such great lengths to forge that fake exercise book for himself?

He betrayed his master, he knew his position, why didn't he report to his master and send someone to arrest him?

"Impossible, how is this possible!" Nan Zhixian shook his head again and again, suddenly came back to his senses, and his eyes shot fiercely at Zhu Bajie, "Who the hell are you!"

"Old pig, I don't have a word of lies, if I anger Master Nan, I will make amends, in your eyes, killing a pig like me should be as easy as a matter of effort." Zhu Bajie was polite, but his tone was quite disdainful.

He wiped the lard from the corner of his mouth with his hoof, and sneered:

"It's also an old pig, I saw the wrong person, when you are an iron-clad, uneasy and fateful tough guy, and the result is such a trivial matter, you show this ugly appearance.

I have been a pig for most of my life, and I finally have half a human appearance, and I still look like a pig, but I never expect to be seen as the same kind.

It's strange to think about it, how can someone like you write a way out for the world's inferior monk Bo?"

Nan Zhixian calmed down a little, he knew in his heart that Zhu Bajie didn't lie to him, how could he know these things unless he heard them with his own ears? He had never made a big deal out of the secrets he had kept in his heart

Yang.

Nan Zhixian's back bent down, as if he had been crushed, and as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.

There was a chair next to him, but he sat on the ground and said in a flat tone, "Tell me all you know."

……

……

After a few days of flying, the outline of the square and huge city once again came into Su Lin's eyes.

He came back, but when he met again, Wu An was much more depressed than last time, and this time he returned, and there was not much left of his popularity.

"It feels like I've been away for a few years." Su Lin said.

Luo Huainan: "It's only been a few days, but a lot has happened."

The flying boat landed in a hidden open space that had long been set up to drive people away, Chu Liuyu led people to carry Mo Wenxing's coffin, went to Zhang's mansion, and personally apologized to Captain Mo, while Su Lin took Luo Huainan to the barracks.

The guards at the city gate were in a trance, and the barracks stationed outside the city gate were surrounded by a corpse aura.

Su Lin, who climbed over the corpse mountain and waded through the sea of blood, could smell the smell of the pile of dead people, the impact of the rebels on Wu'an was not small, as a hub city for transporting food and soldiers, the current Wu'an was half scrapped.

Regarding the strange and unpredictable methods of the counter-Daoist who can ignore the rules of heaven, Su Lin has been informed by Lu Zhuyu when he is on the boat.

On this matter, Su Lin also asked Tianzun.

Tianzun's answer was, as always, vague and general:

"What do you think is the Heavenly Rule that cannot be violated?

It's just a ban made by a pseudo-immortal who has a lot of senses missing, how can it be foolproof?

It's just that in the eyes of mortals with fewer senses, the tenjo seems seamless.

After all, as long as the probability of a phenomenon is infinitely close to zero, then mortals will regard it as an absolute law, such as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

Just now, in a hundred other small worlds, the sun rises in the west and sets in the east today, and the civilizations on those planets will find that even so, the earth's magnetic field, temperature, and other subtle parameters have no effect.

You see, this is the probability of infinitely close to zero, a vision that they haven't seen since the birth of the planet, I let them see it, how good."

Tianzun continued, "The so-called Heavenly Rule, if it were me, I could come up with more than a thousand ways to break it with human means, but ......

Cough! Don't look at me like that, you know I can't help you, even if you are loved, you can't be fearless."

This explanation was expected by Su Lin.

In other words, Su Lin never regarded Tiantiao as an unbreakable absolute law.

It is not so much that Su Lin cares about the breaking of the Heavenly Rule, but that what he cares about is what happened to an ordinary monk like Cong Bingqing, making her a special case that should not have appeared.

In the realm of human beings, at least the Tiantiao should be unbreakable, at least the Tiantiao has existed in the world for tens of thousands of years, and there are few reliable records in various wild histories that someone can ignore the Tiantiao and act at will.

But from Tianzun's specious answer, Su Lin actually tasted a rare hint of crisis.