As the saying goes, if you want to gain something, you must first lose something.

In the practice of "Path", it seems that this life is the most reasonable, and it is vividly embodied.

Other bizarre restrictions are not mentioned.

Take Zheng Xiu and Fengbei, the two "strangers", as examples.

Fengbei's hands are like a curse, and his lethality is invincible. But she couldn't even do something as simple as "touching".

And Master Zheng is even more miserable, he can create an incarnation, he can soar the world, he can speed through ghosts, his consciousness is free, but his physical body is locked in a cage and he loses his freedom.

Good a theory of relativity.

Rest in peace, Einstein, the coffin board is securely lived.

In Fengbei's words, the possibility of the same person cultivating the rest of the [Paths] at the same time exists.

As long as you have time, as long as you can manage it adequately.

It's just that Zheng Xiu doesn't have this idea at the moment, the [prisoner] is a natural alien, and an incarnation can hammer the [literati] door to the hammer to scream, and after the follow-up promotion, maybe it is possible to hang the senior star Yueyan and whip it, which shows that the potential is huge.

The evil boy who stayed by Fengbei's side was indeed able to ignore the distance limit of [iQue].

Zheng Xiu felt that there was some kind of connection between himself and Fengbei.

It's like entering a ghostly place.

Zheng Xiu wanted to ask about the "ghost", but since that sentence, Fengbei's lonely back made Zheng Xiu not know how to talk.

Maybe "loneliness" is just Zheng Xiu's own brain supplement.

Fengbei didn't show too much abnormality, and for so many years, she was used to being alone.

But since Fengbei no longer spoke, Young Master Zheng could only slip back into the carriage and chat with Yueyan without a match.

There were two stops on the way, Zheng Xiu didn't let go of this opportunity, threw [provocation] at the fighting hedgehog, let the other party take the initiative, Zheng Xiu defended himself reasonably, and then beat the other party a few times.

Although the fighting hedgehog was angry, he didn't seem to be willing to give up the killing moves copied in advance in the book.

Zheng Xiu guessed the "limit" of the fighting hedgehog.

His abilities come from words.

Words can be turned into abilities.

But this ability must be copied in advance, and once it is exhausted, it must be copied again.

Every time he beat the hedgehog, after the hedgehog lost a round of balabala font, he cried, had a nosebleed, and had to work hard to make up for his homework, that scene made Zheng Xiu inexplicably think of the bear child who looked at the empty homework book on the last day of summer vacation.

In addition to the [Intuition] that improved slowly, and the [Eighteen Slashes of the Coiling Dragon], which had no chance to exercise, after a few rounds, the other three traits of the [Evil Boy] had been trained to varying degrees.

[Inspiration (Entering the Room)], [Boxing (Entering the Room)].

The most worthy of celebration is that [Provocation] broke through the bottleneck in one fell swoop with the help of Dou Hedgeho and was promoted to the realm of [Perfection], which is awesome when you hear it.

【Provocation】Your words, deeds, eyes, and appearance are more likely to anger others, making them disgusted, vigilant, angry, and even murderous.

The [Provocation], which has been upgraded to perfection, does not need to talk nonsense while the trait is active, and even the eyes can be effective, which is very useful.

For Dou Ji's repeated "active provocation" of Young Master Zheng, and he was repeatedly beaten on the ground, Yueyan and Fengbei also felt weird.

But after they saw with their own eyes that Zheng Xiu only said "I look more handsome than you", Dou Ji picked up the book and performed a thaumaturgical scene, which was amazing, and in the end it could only be attributed to the incompatibility of the two personalities, and they didn't know each other if they didn't fight.

This is a fact, what can you do if you are not convinced, little crab brother?

When Yueyan watched the two scuffle, she didn't bother to pull it, and watched the play by eating melon seeds on the side.

Along the way, the horses stopped and rested, and the setting sun reflected the clouds on the other side of the mountain.

According to the plan, the destination was finally approached before dark.

Xiangu Temple is a famous spot in the local area, it is said to have a history of nearly 100 years, and it was built in the mountains since the founding of the country.

The name of the mountain is "Danglang Mountain".

There is a small town at the foot of the mountain, and there are more than 100 households in the town, and the name is Lang Town.

When Zheng Xiu and the others arrived in Danglang Town, the sun had not yet set, looking for an inn and storing horses, Fengbei instructed the others: "Take a short rest, and we will enter the mountain after half an hour." ”

Zheng Xiu patted Dou Hedgehog on the shoulder.

The latter was so frightened that the whole person bounced up a few inches.

"It's been a great job."

Zheng Xiu kindly greeted.

Dou Ji himself felt inexplicable, how could the other party make a sound, he couldn't help but want to fight.

I can't beat it.

The dwarger applied medicine to his face, and the swelling disappeared. He gritted his teeth at this moment and squeezed out a sentence: "Thank you Young Master Zheng for your concern." ”

"A must, a must."

For high-quality wool, Zheng Xiu has always adhered to the concept of sustainable development.

Walking out of the inn, Fengbei wanted to do things alone, but Zheng Xiu followed with a dead face.

The scope of the ghosts around Fengbei is not large, and Zheng Xiu naturally does not dare to stay away.

Fengbei only said that the young man entered the WTO for the first time, and he was frightened and scared, and he didn't think much about it.

Acting separately in front of the inn and agreeing to go up the mountain, Zheng Xiu followed Fengbei to a cloth village.

Zheng Xiu looked up and saw that it was not his own cloth village, and his heart was always unsteady.

Fengbei entered Buzhuang and picked out a few pairs of ready-made silk gloves.

It wasn't until Fengbei took out the cloth bag from the closet body, and the black silk gloves were neatly stacked inside, that Zheng Xiu knew how serious Fengbei's heart disease was that he didn't want to contact people.

Zheng Xiu, who knew Fengbei's [executioner] well, pretended not to know.

But what is a little strange is that those hands, with just a pair of ordinary gloves, can be guarded?

"Sister Fengbei, I want to buy a knife!"

Zheng Xiu didn't have any money on him, and this was not the business circle of the Zheng family, so Zheng Xiu could only ask Fengbei for money with a shy face.

Soft rice is hard to eat, not chilling.

Feng Bei nodded and said that you can also have a weapon for self-defense, so he happily bought an ordinary long knife for Zheng Xiu.

Now I can finally brush the experience of [Coiling Dragon Eighteen Slashes].

The sun is sinking in the western mountains, and the sky is dark.

There was still a short time before the appointed time, and Fengbei was worried that Young Master Zheng was weak, so he took Zheng Xiu to a noodle restaurant to eat noodles.

The noodle restaurant has a good business, and most of them are locals, and people come and go.

The two of them found a corner and sat down, and soon the hot meat was presented to dispel the chill on the table.

The shopkeeper had a greasy sweat towel on his shoulder, and he turned his head and wanted to leave. Zheng Xiu pulled the other party, pointed to a strange sculpture enshrined on the tablet of the god on the wall, and asked, "Excuse me, what are you worshipping it?" ”

In fact, Zheng Xiu noticed it when he first entered the store, and even secretly passed a [inspiration], but he didn't find it.

He was busy working alone in the store, and the shopkeeper was impatient, so Zheng Xiu snapped and put the few pieces of broken silver that he had just bought on the table.

Fengbei lowered his head to eat noodles and was silent.

"This little young master doesn't know anything," the shopkeeper took the money and spoke hard, rubbing his hands and smiling at each other: "Look at the second master, it's not a local, right?" Do you know what town is called? ”

"Danglang Town."

"That's it! Look at that mountain, it's called Danglang Mountain, our place, since ancient times, we believe in Danglang Xian'er, when Lang Xian'er is very spiritual, don't believe it. You see that twenty years ago, the thieves were everywhere, the world was chaotic, even the town lord was scared to run away, and then there was a fairy girl, said that it was a dream of being a lang immortal, saying that our town can be safe, some people don't believe it, ran away, and then the world is too peaceful, sure enough! ”

"That's it?" Zheng Xiu glared, this is a god?

A foreigner like Zheng Xiu saw a lot, and immediately sneered, and was about to mock, but for the sake of money, the shopkeeper honestly persuaded him: "Don't say anything else, I'll sue you for what I saw with my own eyes." The shopkeeper pointed to a vendor opposite: "Did you see the couple opposite?" ”

Fengbei was still eating noodles with his head down, and he was eating quickly.

Zheng Xiu followed the gaze of the shopkeeper.

It was a stall selling pancakes.

The stall owners are a middle-aged couple.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman was beating and scolding her husband for his slow work with a stick, and her husband's eyes were dull, and he endured it silently, looking like an honest person.

A classic scene of a housewife beating a turtle husband.

Zheng Xiu turned his head and wondered, "You mean, they are like this because they didn't protect Lang Immortal?" ”

"Look at what you said, quite the opposite!" The shopkeeper smiled: "I was here just now, Lao Qiu, that is, that man, beats his daughter-in-law every day, day and night, and his temper is terrible." ”

Zheng Xiu was stunned.

Fengbei paused for eating noodles.

The shopkeeper said to himself: "Later, his daughter-in-law couldn't stand it anymore, so she went up the mountain and begged to be a Lang Xian." ”

"In just seven days, Lao Qiu seems to have changed as a different person."

"Tsk, the temper is gone, I work honestly, my daughter-in-law never returns the scolding, no, his daughter-in-law was beaten miserably, but now it's the other way around."

An inexplicable chill surged up Zheng Xiu's back.

The shopkeeper grinned: "Tell me, this is Lang Xian,"

"Spirit, or not spirit?"

Zheng Xiu was silent.

He looked back at the tablet of God in the noodle shop.

The so-called "danglang immortal" they worshipped.

The eyes are slightly convex, the cheeks are thin, the back is rickety, and the arms are long and sharp at the ends, like a knife.

This is clearly a praying mantis.