"This ghost sect has been encountered many times, where are they?" Zhang Feixuan asked.

Wang Qizheng was even more furious.

Zhao Di is his hometown, he has been in an arid land since he was a child, he originally thought that this was the destiny of heaven, but when he came back now, he found that it was not like this, how could he not be angry.

"You know that, right?" Wang Qi was looking at Gong Mingle.

This man seems to know, and should know.

Shennongmen's words, Gongmingle naturally knows, just like the restaurant knows, but knows

It didn't help either.

Gong Mingle said: "This, the sect of the Central Plains, is not confined to one place, but cultivates everywhere, and there is really no specific address. ”

Like the restaurant, the industry of the restaurant is spread all over the Central Plains, and Shennong can go to every place, and they do not have a fixed address.

The sects of the Central Plains are not even connected with each other, except that the Dharma is the same, and there is no other place in common.

Zhang Feixuan said thoughtfully: "The farmers of Daqian don't know each other, they just farm and harvest grain, waiting for people to come and buy it. ”

"That's right, it's not easy to wipe out the evil ways of the Central Plains." Gong Mingle said.

This is quite euphemistic, this is not only a matter of toleration, this is simply difficult to do.

The vastness of the Central Plains is not comparable to that of Dayan and Dayue, and placing Daqian's current territory in the Central Plains is just a Zhao land.

But he didn't need to say this, at least Song Yin knew it, otherwise he wouldn't have taken his opinion.

The road of three hundred miles, under the march of everyone, is also fast.

Song Yin didn't do the flying thing, only relied on the strength of his feet to travel, although the road was drought, there was no human population, but Song Yin still looked around, as if to write down this arid land.

The fierceness of the sun and the drought in the vicinity also affected them as cultivators.

Zhang Feixuan's mouth opened and spit out a gourd, which became larger after flying into his mouth, and he took it in his hand and poured a few mouthfuls of water.

It's just that before he took a few sips, Gao Sishu took the gourd and drank a few sips.

"Don't you have it yourself?!" Zhang Feixuan didn't have a good airway.

"Lazy." Gao Sishu spat out a word.

"I drink this water on weekdays, but when I drink it at this time, I have a hearty feeling of quenching my thirst." Wang Qizheng also sighed.

The method of mustard seeds, everyone will know, they themselves will bring some daily needs, although they are land immortals, they are not hungry and thirsty in ordinary times, but everyone has the desire to eat.

This water is all closed by Fulong, the senior brother used the magic power to attract the water from the east to cause the waterfall, its water on the top of the mountain was blown by the wind, but it was cold and refreshing, the dry wine and food, with this water to make, the taste is better.

They already had a batch of them, and they didn't care much when they came to the Central Plains, but at this moment, under the dry mouth, they suddenly came to such a mouthful, but they also had a pleasure that they had not experienced for decades.

This feeling is something they haven't experienced for a long time.

After cultivating immortals, mana gathers itself, naturally there will be no diseases, and it will not be like mortals, who need to eat two or three times a day and replenish water seven or eight times.

Naturally, they are detached from the mundane, and they do not know what mortals feel.

Even Wang Qizheng, who is the most hungry and not hungry, is more of a hobby than a full stomach when cooking, and the materials used are all non-high-quality products, even if it is wild vegetables in the mountains, he has to serve good seasonings and make a delicious meal.

Where is this to fill people's stomachs, this is actually just showing off.

Now that they have just entered the Central Plains and drank this water, they understand what the senior brother said.

"You sigh when you drink water, but mortals often need to drink water and eat, not only for the needs of the human body, but also for the satisfaction of hard work, which makes people know that it is precious."

Song Yin said with a smile: "We are essentially high, if we don't share weal and sorrow with mortals, sooner or later there will be problems, now you can know that the water is delicious, which means that in this Central Plains, some aspects are indeed doing well." ”

"Senior brother is right." Several people threw their hands at Song Yin.

Evil ways, except for a few extremes, are more numb.

Everyone is cultivated from mortals, there is no such thing as being born as an immortal, and he clearly knows the suffering of mortals, but why does after cultivating immortals, he becomes numb and can take what mortals want?

In addition to the fact that it is an evil way, there is also a reason why there is no longer a mortal feeling, without the feeling of mortals, not knowing the coldness, warmth, hunger and thirst of mortals, and eventually they will become numb, resulting in the feeling of 'why not eat minced meat'.

Jin Xianmen doesn't feel like this at the moment, that's because Song Yin is pressing, but for such a long time, even Song Yin himself is a little numb, and now he feels it again in this Central Plains, although it is an evil way in the Central Plains, but the merits of it, Song Yin also wants to express his gratitude.

Otherwise, it is easy to say it when you are there, but if you wait for yourself to soar, after thousands of years, the Golden Immortal Gate will probably become one of the evil ways.

Everyone continued to walk, but they didn't go far, Song Yin suddenly stopped and looked at a place not far ahead. Dry bones.

It was a humanoid bone, but it was missing a skull and half of its chest, and when it was blown by the wind, it lifted up the ashes of the dry land, and blew the dry bones apart, and scattered them into ashes.

"Mr. Gong." Song Yin shouted at Gong Mingle.

Gong Mingle walked over, squatted down and glanced at the bone, and after his mind invaded, he said: "I escaped from the inn in front, but because of hunger, thirst and fatigue, my body couldn't hold it, so I died here." ”

Whatever it is, there is information in the Sea of Chaos, and the dead are no exception.

His Dharma Appearance, the Vientiane Mask, can use the information of this dead corpse to add a layer of color to his mask that matches the information of this person's Chaos Sea, and then enter the Chaos Sea to investigate.

Immortals can explore, and even a dead man.

His life is naturally in his hands.

"Song Daoyou, this person is a refugee, and other refugees went east in order to survive, and after meeting the inn on the road, he wanted to make a living, and the inn was willing to provide meat, but this person didn't want to eat it, he knew that his family disappeared because of eating meat, but the inn insisted that he taste, and even forced him to taste it, so he had no choice but to escape, but unfortunately, his body did not allow it." Gong Mingle said.

This person is a mortal, I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck, he was born not to be treated by his family, this person is the eldest son in the family, but the eldest son, sometimes it means the most unfair.

The family used to be able to have a job, are saving food, and have never been to the restaurant, and then the family added Ding, the parents have given the good province to the small food, this Timding is not to add one, a addition is several, and finally the food is not enough, coincided with the disaster, and finally can only go to the restaurant for help.

But go to the restaurant, the family also eats tightly, so the eldest son has never touched any meat since he was a child, but escaped.

It's a pity that no matter how much mortals escape, they can't escape this death after all.

(End of chapter)