"Get up. Since you saved me, when I recover, I will realize any wish you want to realize. However, during the period of time when I have not recovered, you have to take care of me, and all your actions must be obeyed by me. Make arrangements, don’t tell anyone about my existence, otherwise I will destroy your internal organs and your body will be riddled with holes!”
"Yes, yes, Immortal, don't worry, I will never reveal the existence of Immortal." Shen Feng slowly stood up.
The boy nodded slightly, "Well, I've seen it. You don't have pupils in your eyes. It seems you were born with them. Fortunately, you took the Strengthening Pill to make up for this defect. How many feet is the detection range of your spiritual consciousness?"
Shen Feng cupped his fists and bowed again, "Back to the Immortal, Shen Feng is not very qualified. After taking the Strong God Pill, although he can produce spiritual consciousness without practicing, the detection range is only within the reach of the naked eye."
The boy sighed helplessly and murmured in a low voice, "This kid is really weak. After taking the Strengthening Pill, it is only within the reach of the naked eye. He is really worse than trash. When I am almost healed, I will find another person."
Shen Feng became blind, but his hearing was very good. Shen Feng heard the boy's soliloquy clearly. When he knew that the boy had recovered well and would leave to find another person, he felt relieved in his heart. Because he still felt that this boy was very dangerous and must have many secrets that he didn't want to know.
Shen Feng's fate has long been doomed, that is, to wait quietly for death, or die from exhaustion of his lifespan, or be beaten to death without waiting for someone to cause trouble for him one day.
He knows his fate, but he can still live one more day, so he doesn't explore other people's secrets, can live longer, and then die calmly, end his miserable life, and welcome the next life.
But the painting style suddenly changed, and the boy said leisurely, "You are willing to become my teacher, and no one will dare to bully you from now on."
Shen Feng was still happy that the boy wanted to leave, but the next second he asked himself to become a disciple. Shen Feng stayed where he was and did not speak for a long time. But the boy showed a confident expression. In order to match his words, he actually put his hand under his head and stroked the void, just like stroking his beard. But the boy had a delicate face and didn't even have a beard. This was even more Shen Feng opened his mouth wide and his mind was very confused.
After a while, when the boy saw that Shen Feng didn't respond, he coughed dryly, thinking that the temptation offered was not big, so he spoke again
"Becoming my disciple, you can find a new path to practice and become a unique person in this world. Besides, I can also recreate your pupils."
After the boy finished speaking, he nodded with satisfaction, thinking that Shen Feng would definitely agree this time, and raised his head slightly.
Shen Feng didn't react to the first wave, and then came the second wave of impact. If Shen Feng hadn't already believed in his heart that the origin of this boy was mysterious, he might have felt that the person in front of him was a lunatic. Even more weird.
Shen Feng shook his head vigorously, organized his words, bent down and clasped his fists, and spoke solemnly.
"It is rare for an immortal to reach heaven in cultivation. Being able to become an immortal's disciple must be a dream pursued by countless people. However, Shen Feng's qualifications are extremely poor and his Dantian has been destroyed. There is no possibility of cultivation in this life. I am afraid of insulting the name of my master if I tell him. Besides, Shen Feng's pupil-less eyes were brought about by his mother in the womb, and he once met an immortal but couldn't gather them together. I hope the immortal will find someone with extremely high qualifications to take over as his disciple and promote his reputation as an immortal."
The boy slapped his hand hard on the bed, "What's the difficulty in pointing out someone with high qualifications! The difficulty is that it's fun to improve a person with a rubbish physique like you! Besides, what's wrong with transforming into a god? I'll live forever. I could easily wipe out a wave before!"
Seeing that the boy was angry, Shen Feng quickly knelt down, trembling, and quickly explained
"Calm down the immortal, I don't want the immortal to be too tired, so..."
"Okay! Don't go any further. If I say I accept you as my disciple, I will accept you as my disciple. If I say you won't let others bully you, I won't let others bully you. You can call me Master from now on. I'm tired. It’s time to rest.” “Yes, yes, disciple, please step back.”
In the next few days, Shen Feng slept outside, and the boy stayed behind closed doors. The sound of explosions often came from inside. Shen Feng was frightened, fearing that his thatched cottage would be blown up, and he didn't know what the boy was doing inside. Shen Feng had no choice but to During this period, he ran to the place where the outer disciples were to find his only friend, Zeng Tong.
Zeng Tong was thin, an outer disciple, and was bullied by others. That was why they shared the same illness and became friends.
"A Feng, you're here, what do you think this is?" Zeng Tong said happily.
Shen Feng probed his consciousness, curled his lips and said, "Isn't this just chicken drumsticks? Look how excited you are. Have you not eaten for several days?"
Zeng Tong looked at Shen Feng with disdain, and then spoke slowly.
"Look, this is not an ordinary chicken leg. This is the drumstick of a purple-crested chicken. Do you know the purple-crested chicken? It is a spiritual chicken full of spiritual energy. Especially the chicken legs are rich in spiritual energy. Eating them can improve your cultivation. Today I I was so lucky that I met a lame purple-crowned rooster. It must have been maimed by someone, but it ran away and I bumped into it. Only then did I have a big meal today. You came at the right time. I was about to eat it. .”
Zeng Tong's mouth watered as he spoke. He didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten.
Although all supplements, including elixirs, are useless to Shen Feng, because his cultivation path has been ruined and cannot be remedied by anything, Shen Feng still enjoys being able to satisfy his appetite.
In this way, Zeng Tong and Shen Feng were chatting about the beauties of the sect while eating chicken drumsticks. The setting sun hit them both, which also gave them a unique flavor.
At Youshi, Shen Feng said goodbye to Zeng Tong and returned to his shabby thatched house. Before he entered the door, he heard a muffled thunder-like sound, and then a black smoke slowly rose from his residence. Shen Feng hurried home, and at the same time In his mind, he was also thinking rapidly about who he had offended in the past few days and who came to beat him, but after thinking for a long time, he did not think of it because he had not been out of the house in the past few days.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Shen Feng ran into the courtyard, there was a coughing sound coming from the house, and then a short boy with a embarrassed face walked out. Yes, this was the arrogant boy.
The boy slapped his chest and coughed violently, muttering, "It's really troublesome if you don't have any cultivation. Otherwise, I can refine this elixir with just my fingers. It would be unlucky."
Shen Feng looked puzzled, feeling that the boy was becoming more and more unreliable as he got tired, but he still bent down and cupped his fists.
"I dare to ask the immortal, what kind of elixir are they refining to make such a big noise?"
