These two big turnips just want to ask for some favors.

They can be said to be the closest people to the lord of the mountain of Luohime, and they are the king of medicine grown in the soil of this mountain, and they are protected by the mountain lord, and no one dares to hit their attention.

After being taught a lesson by Zhou Sheng, the two naughty boys were suddenly dissatisfied in their hearts, and began to cheat and play tricks, originally to lead him to visit the scenery on the mountain, but they went farther and farther, and gradually arrived at a remote place.

Looking at the desolate scenery around him, Zhou Sheng didn't care much.

His mind began to think about the next journey.

As the most prosperous platform, this sea of creation has more than a dozen first-class shili and countless second-rate shili.

Only by having a seventh-order master to support him can he become a first-class shili.

The seventh order is a watershed.

Countless dangerous places, after entering, the master will fall. Among these dangerous places, I don't know how many mysteries are hidden and are not known to outsiders.

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Tongtian Sect is also a good place to go.

Good mountains, good water, good practice.

After talking to the two of them for a while, I knew more things. After all, Xutian mixed here early and knew a lot.

This cause and effect can be regarded as cut off, and when they go outside the mountain, they can part ways with the two of them.

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A terrible cold wind blew, making people scream horribly, there is such a ghost place on this mountain.

"I said, where the hell are you two taking me, this has long gone astray......

"Shut up, just follow the two big men. Don't blame me for not reminding you, we're going to go next in the deep mountain ghost market, which is also the most eerie place. The most prosperous place. There's a lot of good stuff there!"

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A sweet potato field around. The large purple-red sweet potato stretches the ground through cracks, and you can see the bulging roots inside.

Sweet potatoes are delicious, and roasted sweet potatoes are even more delicious.

There was a faint smell of roasted sweet potatoes wafting ahead.

It was a mirage shrouded in mist, and you could see little ghosts, painted skins, mountain spirits, and ghosts. It's all something born in the mountains.

These two big turnips were also born here.

Zhou Sheng glanced at it from afar, and when he came back to his senses, the two radish heads had disappeared, but they were gone.

They are ginseng essence, and when they touch the soil, how can they control it.

Zhou Sheng's eyes shot out two golden rays, piercing through the layers of fog and seeing the scene in the ghost market.

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This ghost market is like a house, neatly arranged houses, if there were no ghosts. It's like an idyllic village.

When I walked in, I realized that there were no ghosts at all. The little ghosts I just saw were all tricks and illusions.

Between the fields, people chatted, including old men and aunts, farmers who had just returned from the fields, children playing on the streets, and even lazy people sitting on stone mills and eating melon seeds.

Seeing that a newcomer was coming, two old men immediately surrounded him and looked at him curiously.

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The hot roasted sweet potatoes were served, and the smell of the fragrance made people greedy.

The roasted sweet potatoes have a charred black skin and are covered with plant ash. Peel off the charred outer skin, revealing the sweet melon pulp inside, orange, all oily, too fragrant.

The melon is very soft, pick a little with chopsticks, and put it in your mouth to taste slowly.

Looking at Zhou Sheng's enjoyment, the faces of the two old men flashed a trace of weirdness, and their eyebrows were raised, which was extremely weird.

"How does it taste?"

"It's okay, but I prefer to eat real sweet potatoes."

Zhou Sheng's face changed suddenly, and a hint of coldness flashed at the corner of his mouth. When he opened his eyes again, he had seen through the vanity, all the scenery was gone, the house was gone, and the old man was gone. This tranquil place is gone.

Others, a haunted place.

The two big toads in front of them said with their mouths wide open, this is what the two old men are like. As for the hot roasted sweet potato, it has also turned into a dead snake, stinking.

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One by one, the mountain spirits and ghosts surrounded them, eyeing them fiercely.

It's really a ghost town.

A handsome village girl showed a hideous smile, took off her head, wiped it vigorously with her sleeve, and opened her mouth to speak.

Weasels, snakes, imps, etc., are all monsters, and only know the things that confuse people.

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Zhou Sheng's billion-dollar mind, where will they be deceived.

There were golden lights emitting from his body, and these golden lights were like psychics, and the monsters hit by the golden light all changed back to their original shapes.

"It's amazing, run"

A weasel screamed, and went into the grave, and the house was made of the grave.

"It's not good, everyone run, this human ...... is amazing"

The two toads also croaked and fled.

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The ground not far away was undulating, and the ground seemed to be water, and the two radish heads were exposed, and they looked at each other, both of them were a little afraid.

"Ah Da, this person is so powerful, I'm afraid that only Archiegail can stabilize him in the mountains......"

"Of course, Archigail is the strongest on our mountain except for the mountain master, he can already condense the ice heart, but he has been forbearing......"

After passing through the ghost market and crossing the Nai He Bridge, this is the real arrival at the deep mountain market.

In front of him, a strange country, which is also a place where the creatures in the mountains gather.

Each powerful momentum is a half-step master.

"It's time to find a place to meditate and condense the ice heart......"

He muttered, and escaped into this shijie, found a small town at random, and settled down. He is now at peace with what he encounters, and his relatives are carried with him in the inner realm, which can be said to be a home everywhere, and there is no difference anywhere at all.

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In the town, he opened an inn and spent his days idle, but food was often stolen from the kitchen. Zhou Sheng knew that it was all the two radish heads who made trouble, driving the little ghosts outside to perform the art of carrying and stealing their own food to enjoy.

Ghost and god means, for mortals. It's hard to crack. For Zhou Sheng. It's fairly easy indeed.

When late one night. When another imp came to steal, he caught him, nailed him to a mahogany stake, and burned it with a candle every day.

For countless years in the blink of an eye, the ordinary mortals around him have also aged from generation to generation, and have been born from generation to generation, this world is so plain.

Horse-drawn carriages passed through the town. The old servant helped the old man in the car down, this is a very old man, his eyebrows and beard are white, and he is completely white.

His eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at the inn, and said to the old servant: "Let's go, go in and have some food, in this town, it is not a small luck to meet such an inn......"

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The old man walked into the store on crutches and trembling.

I served とといい The old man's teeth were all gone, so he ate slowly.

Zhou Sheng sat across from each other. Watching the old man laboriously eat a crucian carp, spitting out the tiny fish bones. After eating for a long time, a small pile of fish bones was piled up on the table.

"Old man, how old are you?"

The old man ate fish and occupied his mouth, and the old servant next to him gave his master a chopstick dish, and then said lightly to Zhou Sheng: "My master is eighty and thirty ...... this year."

"Shout, old birthday star~~"

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed with a trace of memory, and he said with a wry smile: "In my hometown, it is rare for an old man to live to be eighty years old. It's a pity that I can't go back, and sometimes I really miss it. What do people live for a lifetime?"

The old man wiped the fish soup stuck to his beard with a handkerchief, and his eyes were full of the vicissitudes of the world.

"This world is like this, there is no purpose or haode, and there is no need to have any purpose in life......"

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This is an ordinary old man, but not ordinary.

He studied all his life, was erudite and economical, and was a true reader. For this kind of everyone, Zhou Sheng still has a trace of respect.

He knew that these people, just like the old man in front of him, just didn't want to practice, if they wanted to practice, with the breath of Haoran Qi they had raised, they could drive straight into it, and they would be able to attain eternity in a few days.

Lifespan is not what they are after.

Heaven and earth naturally have spring, summer, autumn and winter, and people also have reincarnation, so why bother to violate the rules of nature and practice, it's not worth it.

Cultivation is originally going against the sky.

That's how much life heaven and earth give you, but you are greedy and want more life, so you start to embark on this path of cultivation, swallowing and ascending, immortal and immortal.

But Zhou Sheng's concept, or the concept of all cultivators, what is this heaven? Weishenme wants to let the heavens press on top of your head? Heaven gives you these lifespans, why do you have to accept them?

In short, this is the gap in the ideas of practitioners and non-practitioners.

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Although he had a different philosophy from the other party, Zhou Sheng did not sweep him out of the house.

Everyone's philosophy should be worthy of respect, whether it is haode or bad.

The old man drank a spoonful of clear fish soup and ate a few pieces of osmanthus cake, and he was full, he really couldn't eat too much food.

A little pastry powder stood on his chin, quite interesting.

His old eyes looked at Zhou Sheng, and said: "You may be older than me, and I can't guess how long you lived, but you can't see through it as well as me, you don't understand this world!"

The old man said, with a sense of melancholy.

He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. This old man is in his twilight years.

Zhou Sheng admonished: "You don't have a few years to live, weishenme is so stubborn. You can get more Shou Yuan if you want. Who really wants to die, and you are no exception. There is no one who is not afraid of death......"

The old man sneered and said loudly: "Of course, in a person's life, he must always have his own bottom line. I studied under my ancestors, and since I was a child, I have been the nature of heaven and earth, and I have adapted to its changes. See, this dark shijie ......"

His withered finger pointed to the bright sunlight outside the window, but said it was dark outside.

"This dark shijie was originally bright, but because of your presence, it has now become dark. Those who are immortal are like blood-sucking mosquitoes and flies, and once the blood is gone, you will die with it. This heaven and earth will send a great tribulation, a great tribulation to you......"

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Zhou Sheng nodded and said solemnly: "That's true." But I'm afraid of death, so I'm going to live forever. Even if there is a catastrophe, just get through it......"

"I can't make it ......"

"Survived the ......"

The old man's temper came up.

...... (To be continued......)