"You go and knock on the door, knock three times and wait, and Grandpa Guo will hear it."

The dead fish-eyed boy was more like a puppet than a puppet, with no vitality all over his body, and left in a hurry with the dead face after speaking, without looking at Zhong Lingge from beginning to end.

Zhong Lingge stepped forward very obediently, raised his hand and knocked on the heavy wooden door three times, and then stood silently outside the door and waited.

Her mind could see it clearly, a middle-aged man in his forties was lying on his side on the couch, one hand supporting his chin and pretending to sleep, and when there was a knock on the door, he just lazily raised his eyes, looked at the shadow reflected in the paper window, and then opened the door with a wave of his hand.

"Sun Liuniang asked you to come?"

The middle-aged man watched Zhong Lingge step into the door, and confusion flashed in his eyes.

The little girl, who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, did not see a trace of cowardice or trembling, and every boy and girl who had come here before was very afraid, and no matter how bold she was, she was not so leisurely and free, as if she were admiring the flowers at home.

Zhong Lingge didn't answer his words, he walked around the room, looking east and west, and his divine sense also explored the formation of the back room.

When she got tired of watching, she walked over and sat down in the guest seat and poured herself a cup of tea.

"Well, the person who brought me here is surnamed Sun."

"Do you know where this is? Do you know who I am? ”

The middle-aged man was irritated by her relaxed and somewhat contemptuous attitude, suddenly got up from the couch, and deliberately used a spell to come to Zhong Lingge in the blink of an eye.

"You're not afraid of me? Hehe, interesting. ”

"I'm afraid you'll be greasy if you don't wash up?"

Zhong Lingge rolled his eyes, not wanting to go around in circles with him, he dispersed the disguise technique to reveal his true face, and waved his hand to push him away in his surprised gaze.

"Tell me where the formation inside came from?"

"Immortal?"

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he didn't dare to lift his head when he lay on the ground, and he didn't dare to pretend to show off his carving insect skills like just now, and his heart was about to jump to his throat.

"I, I picked up a book, and the book said that if you do this, you can become an immortal, live for hundreds or thousands of years without dying, and enjoy the glory and wealth of the world."

"What kind of book, show it to me."

Zhong Lingge smelled the smell of fraudulent pamphlets, any guarantee that others would live for hundreds or thousands of years without dying is a fraud.

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and crawled to the edge of the couch where he had just laid, took out a very thin blue-covered booklet from under the cushion, climbed over and put it on the table, and honestly stepped back for a distance.

"Immortal Chief, please take a look, it is this book that leads me to cultivate, it says that this is a new cultivation system, as long as you practice diligently, when the exercises are completed, you will be more powerful than the Immortal Commander of the Nine Immortal Mountains."

Zhong Lingge was speechless as soon as he flipped it, this is the most common exercise of the evil way, the "Three Curses of Blood", this book in the hands of the middle-aged man is still a remnant that has been torn up several times, and it is strange to be able to cultivate successfully.

The level of the exercises of evil cultivation is not high, no matter how powerful it is, it is only a mysterious product, this "Three Curses of Blood Evil" is not even a garbage exercise that is not even a yellow product, blindly letting people take the vitality of others to cultivate, the early stage of advancement is fast, and in the later stage of qi refining, there will be gradual rejection.

Everyone's vitality and spiritual breath are different, unique, an evil cultivator absorbs so many different vitality and spiritual power into the body, and there is no clever means to sort out, the meridian dantian will be destroyed sooner or later.

"How many people have you killed so far?"

"Just, just three or five. A little more."

The middle-aged man heard the coldness of her tone, and knew that his cultivation must have violated the taboo, but he didn't know anything about the Immortal Cultivation Domain, and he was full of grievances when he thought about it.

"Immortal forgiveness, blame me for being ignorant and gullible, and I went the wrong way in a moment of confusion, but I didn't mean it! If the Immortal Elder really wants to punish, he should also punish the people who litter this book everywhere! ”

"Where did you pick up the book? How did he become the new prince of Xia Jinguo, you can talk about it. ”

Zhong Lingge was noncommittal to his plea for mercy, and only continued to ask what he wanted to know.

The middle-aged man didn't dare to hide it: "I was originally a watchman in the old national teacher's mansion, and the old man announced a few days ago that his longevity had been exhausted, and he wanted to sit in the mansion, let us wait for a month to sort out his remains and bury him in the ancestral grave of his old man's ordinary family." During that time I used to go down the mountain to eat and drink, and occasionally walk back at night, and that night—"

The half-drunk middle-aged man walked on the mountain road, and saw a light and shadow flashing in front of him, if he was usually scared, he would have been scared, but the wine was so bold that he shouted and stepped forward to scold the shadow.

As he got closer, he found that there were no people or ghosts around him, just a glowing book floating in front of him.

"I thought it was the old national teacher who came out, knelt down and said goodbye, but there was still no sound nearby. I had the courage to take the book, but as soon as I took it, I got it, it glowed on its own, and the words on it could be seen clearly, it was a practice of cultivation! ”

The middle-aged man was so excited that he couldn't suppress it, so he ran down the mountain with the book in his arms, and didn't care about the affairs of the National Teacher's Mansion anymore, and fled to the wilderness according to the teachings in the book.

But there is no aura in the mundane wilderness, and the grade of the exercises is low, so he has no reaction when he is halfway through. But he still didn't know that he had failed, just that his cultivation was so short and fast.

"I found out that I could split big stones with my hands, and I thought proudly that the old national teacher was dying anyway, so it was better for me to go to the palace and recommend myself as the new national teacher. But the emperor said that the old national teacher's bones are not cold and insurmountable, so he sealed me a new national prince and gave me this national mansion, and gave me no other benefits! ”

"It seems that the emperor has quite a brain. You continue. ”

Zhong Lingge had great doubts about the appearance of the exercises, who was giving away the remnants of the evil skills in the mundane, what was the purpose of this seemingly thankless effort?

The middle-aged man then said: "I thought that being a prince of the country was under a few people and above all the people, but who knew that from the princes and nobles to the dawn, the people didn't take me seriously, and some people laughed at me behind my back that I would only break a big stone in my chest, so it was better to go to the street to perform!" ”

The middle-aged man still couldn't breathe well, he had been a lifelong watchman, and he had been a subordinate for a lifetime, and finally had the opportunity to cultivate into an immortal, but these mortals didn't even take him seriously!

"I know that my skills are not as good as the old national teacher, he can take things from the air, and he will come to the front from a distance in a flash, but I can't."

A monk who has just drawn qi into his body can't do it without practicing serious spells, and of course a middle-aged man and a half bucket of water can't do it.

Zhong Lingge ignored his complaints and urged him to continue to get to the point.

"The more they look down on me, the more I want to cultivate and let them take a good look at how good I am! I practiced day and night in the house, and I spent all my time cultivating except for eating and sleeping, but it still didn't work. It wasn't until last month's moonless night that I drank too much and saw a phantom dangling in front of me—"

(End of chapter)