When he first came to the village, the mayor thought that this young man was a young master from a large family or a monk from a large sect, because his aura and appearance were so amazing.
And the look in his eyes that looked as if life and death were ordinary and didn't care about anything, made him look like an extraordinary person.
However, it was later discovered that the young man was just an ordinary person with no spiritual roots. He had no relatives or friends and lived by wandering and begging for food.
So he's just a handsome looking homeless guy, that's all.
In this land of cultivating immortals, being handsome is of no use. The young man is still hungry and can only make a living by fishing every day.
Of course, this is all what the small town residents think.
The child who opened his mouth to scold Immortal Mother was called Little Cat. He was also an orphan. He was abandoned by his parents in this small town many years ago and left in a hurry.
Therefore, the little cat grew up eating hundreds of meals, and became close brothers with the young man who wandered to this small town from other places.
The two often fish and catch shrimps, or go to the back mountains to collect honey or catch rabbits and pheasants.
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"What did you scold me just now?" Hong Nanzhou was about to leave, but his heart was touched when he heard a strange yet familiar curse.
After hundreds of years of practice, no one has dared to scold themselves like this for a long time.
The long-lost memory of scolding his mother suddenly attacked him, causing Hong Nanzhou to have great mood swings.
This kind of curse was only used when peers insulted each other when he was a young monk. Every time Hong Nanzhou was insulted by his peers, he would kill the other party without mercy.
And he swore: No one can scold my mother again!
Nowadays, peers like Hong Nanzhou have long become old monsters. This way of fighting and scolding has disappeared for people at their level.
The little cat's heart palpitated, and he burst into tears. He pointed at Hong Nanzhou and cursed: "You fool!"
Faced with the death of his elders who had taken good care of him when he was young.
The little cat was really powerless and could only use this most primitive insult to vent its hatred towards the enemy.
Lin Jiuchong's nickname is Goudan, and he is not much different in age from the little cat. Children in the town also gather to play together, and they have a very close relationship.
...
Hong Nanzhou looked at the courageous young boy and showed an evil smile. It happened that his medicine guide lacked such a child. He originally wanted to kill all the children in the town. In this case, let this man speak arrogantly. Children feel the pain of burning.
Hong Nanzhou's eyes flashed coldly, he looked at the disciple below and scolded seriously: "Whatever you do in a daze, I will kill you all, adults and children!"
Only then did the disciples below calm down and feel the anger of their master. Some monks raised their hands and were about to use the cramping and bone-crushing technique to massacre this group of ungrateful mortals with the most cruel techniques.
Why!
A long sigh!
The young man carrying the fishing rod moved. After he lowered his head and sighed, an elegant and harmonious supreme power suddenly spread out, covering this small town and mountains.
All the residents of the town were still!
Only the so-called immortals can still move freely, but they are unable to cause any harm to the residents.
"What's going on! This power is so terrifying!" Hong Nanzhou was instinctively on guard against the sudden power. He felt like he was facing a powerful enemy. His body stood up in cold sweat, and his heart was even more confused and frightened.
He is a strong Nascent Soul, and he basically walks sideways when he goes out on this continent, because those higher monsters will basically never be born!
The young man carrying the fishing rod walked towards the group of monks and whispered in a low voice: "One of the things those who seek immortality is to seek immortality.
The second goal is to understand the mysteries of heaven and earth
The third is to sublimate one's own Taoist charm.
As for the fourth...
Are you afraid of losing this hard-won fortune? Little monk. "
The young man's words were calm and without any emotion, which made the group of monks opposite him feel violently uneasy and terrified!
Who is this, and why can he exude such powerful interference!
Hong Nanzhou is an old guy who is more than 400 years old, and he is actually called a little monk by this young man!
This is undoubtedly a terrifying term.
Fire appeared on Hong Nanzhou's body, and even if Burning Daoyun tried to break through the sudden pressure, it was of no avail.
Is there such a young and powerful person on this continent?
Why have I never heard of it before? Hong Nanzhou was so surprised that sweat broke out on his forehead!
...
"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you, I'm just going to cut off your path to immortality." The young man's eyes flashed, and for a second, he had an ancient aura that was very inconsistent with his age.
The moment he raised his hand, Hong Nanzhou, who was originally condescending, suddenly lost control of his body and fell from the air with a plop and knelt on the ground.
I was stunned, and my soul was horrified!
At this moment, time stops, the mountain wind is still, the river stops flowing, and everything becomes silent.
The young man continued to walk up to Hong Nanzhou, raised his hand and gently stroked his head.
Then, Hong Nanzhou's thick white hair was breaking, and yellow runes were flowing from the hair. Hong Nanzhou was aging, withering, and becoming decrepit at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Immortal? In this era, can young monks call themselves immortals?
The young man raised his hand to brush through Hong Nanzhou's fallen hair. It was like I was caressing the immortal's head. Cutting off his hair meant he was immortal. Haha, interesting.
...
Then came all the remaining monks who were building foundations. They all lost their cultivation after being touched by the young man, and they quickly changed from young appearance to old women and old men.
Every monk's face was full of horror. Because he was too old, he couldn't even speak. He could only lie helplessly on the ground, looking at his rotten skin and unable to move his legs and feet, and he was extremely shocked.
What kind of monster is this boy!
The ancient locust tree that had been uprooted just now was taking root again, and then a gentle female voice came from the locust tree, saying to the young man: "Thank you, Lord Immortal Emperor."
The young man turned and left: "I owe you the Sophora japonica, and don't bother me again in the future."
That day, the young man wandered into the village and saw the old locust tree. He just said that he wanted to eat locust flowers. Unexpectedly, the next second the locust tree blossomed and fell into the young man's hands.
The locust tree didn't speak when the young man said this. White locust flowers with a vitality grew on its trunk, and they fell on each of the killed town residents below.
After the young man found out, he turned back and said calmly: "Is it worth it for you to give up the spiritual power you finally recovered to save these people?"
"Lord Immortal Emperor, they died to protect me. And the year I came to this world after suffering severe injuries, if the ancestors of these people in this town did not use spiritual fluid to revive me, I might have perished long ago."
"I vowed to protect this town, but my strength is limited at this time. My body is still suffering from the old wounds left from that battle. Sometimes I can't wake up completely. If I use up my spiritual power this time, I may fall asleep again. ."
The young man said oh and didn't want to communicate anymore and was about to leave.
"Master Immortal Emperor, do you also see how unusual this town is?" Huaishu asked as he watched the young man leave.
"No, it has nothing to do with me. I came to this town accidentally, not on purpose."
Gu Huai continued to ask: "I want to know which Immortal Emperor you are, and whether we are from the same era?"
"I don't know, I forgot." The young man waved his hand to refuse and left.
...
A pond surrounded by bamboo forests on the east side of the town is where the boy often stays.
Throw out a rod and wait for the fish to bite.
The young man did not choose to kill those monks. It was not because he was merciful. He had no intention to kill for a long time. All the violence and powerful killing intention were used up in that battle countless thousands of years ago.
Brahma's murderous intention to boil the sea has long been a thing of the past.
Now he is just a young man in this mountain town who likes to stare at the water in a daze and loves fishing.
There is nothing in the universe... there is no Immortal Emperor.
