Ye Xiaocheng stomped on Wang Chuanjun's face several times, turning that handsome face into a meat pie, and felt even more surprisingly angry.
Wang Chuanjun is the youngest of his father's three disciples. He studies the hardest and makes the fastest progress in cultivation. He is usually gentle and has good qualifications. Both his father and mother like this disciple very much.
What Ye Xiaocheng didn't expect was that the first person in the sect to attack him was his father's most beloved disciple.
You must know that in the world of cultivation, disciples are equivalent to sons, and even favored disciples are closer than biological sons, so his relationship with Wang Chuanjun is like that of biological brothers.
Could it be that for the sake of this illusory treasure, and for the sake of cultivating the Tao, even the closest people must turn against each other, and brothers kill each other?
Is the way of this world really that "people who do not serve themselves will be punished by heaven and earth"?
Ye Xiaocheng shook his head. He didn't know what others thought. If he was asked to betray his parents, brothers, loved ones, relatives and friends in exchange for the so-called treasure, even if he could instantly become an immortal, he would not agree, let alone do it.
Why do people practice cultivation?
Just for the sake of cultivating to become an immortal, for the illusory immortality?
Ye Xiaocheng couldn't practice it. Without this knowledge, he naturally couldn't understand the truth.
He took away the storage bag from Wang Chuanjun and put it into the fairy ring. Then he put Wang Chuanjun's body into a storage bag, slapped an earth escape talisman on his body, and escaped two hundred meters underground. Put down the storage bag containing Wang Chuanjun's body, and then rise to the ground.
This operation made him very tired and a little dizzy. It was not because of lack of physical strength, but because the fright just now was not over yet, and he was still feeling weak.
After calming down, Ye Xiaocheng put away a small second-level magic circle set up by Wang Chuanjun to isolate spiritual consciousness and put it in his ring.
Now the fairy ring is his ring, and it is hidden in the sea of consciousness so that no one can find it. It is also very convenient to put things in and take out, but he still hangs a storage bag on his waist to show it off.
Ye Xiaocheng's heart was still beating. He felt that he was so close to death for the first time. He could already see from Wang Chuanjun's eyes that this guy really wanted to kill him.
It's really my fault for my carelessness. I thought there was nothing in the room and there would be no thieves, so I didn't open the formation. As a result, Wang Chuanjun took advantage of it and lurked in the room quietly.
There is another fatal question: How did Wang Chuanjun recognize himself?
Oh, I see.
Ye Xiaocheng suddenly realized that this guy was his father's most proud disciple. This mask was often used by his father during his lifetime. It is very likely that Wang Chuanjun was familiar with all the thirty-six looks on this mask.
Others couldn't tell the appearance of the disguised mask, but in Wang Chuanjun's eyes, it just showed that this person was Ye Xiaocheng.
Wang Chuanjun came to Jianyun City for some unknown reason and accidentally discovered a familiar appearance, and he immediately recognized it. It was Ye Xiaocheng after disguise.
So will he tell others?
This is a matter of life and death.
Ye Xiaocheng thought for a long time and concluded that Wang Chuanjun would not tell anyone. Since Wang Chuanjun came to attack alone, it meant that he wanted to monopolize the so-called secret of becoming a god.
Now that Wang Chuanjun is dead, the danger has disappeared and no one will attack him again.
The lesson from this incident is: just because the pursuit outside has stopped, it does not mean that you are safe, and the crisis has not been completely eliminated.
From now on, he has to tighten the strings, unless he can not be afraid of the alliance of all the sects in Tianfeng Continent. Until then, Ye Xiaocheng will be surrounded by enemies.
Anyone may betray him or kill him for the so-called secret of becoming a god.
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaocheng quickly took out the formation flag and turned on all the functions of the formation. After working for a while, he found that he was breaking out in a cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
He took out a cauldron from his storage bag, filled it with water, heated it, and took a bath.
In the warm water, his nerves slowly relaxed, and he fell asleep unconsciously.
For more than ten days, he was like a frightened bird, hiding in the house, holding an escape talisman in his hand, ready to escape underground at any time.
However, in the past ten days, the injury on the arm has also healed.
No one came to the door at all, which confirmed his judgment: Wang Chuanjun recognized him by chance based on his appearance on the mask.
Ye Xiaocheng did not dare to be careless, so he carefully changed his appearance and went out for a walk. He found nothing unusual. He was like a transparent person in this city.
Ye Xiaocheng also thought of continuing to escape and hide in another city, but it was better to stay still than to move. Now there is an endless war outside, and the Lingxiao Sword Sect is still independently resisting the attacks of the Huangquan Demon Cult and the Blood Demon Cult. In such a chaotic situation, he still It is better to hide in the slums and wait until the situation has completely stabilized.
The rumors from the outside world are still favorable to him, and most people believe that he has been buried in the mysterious realm that disappeared.
But he still had to find a job. Being homeless would draw attention from others, especially since he lived in such a nice house.
As for what to do, he had already thought about it: setting up a street stall.
Who would pay attention to a person who is so poor that he runs a street vendor?
Ye Xiaocheng did what he said. He mixed water and mud in the backyard, then took out a set of ordinary legal uniforms and shoes and socks, threw them all into the muddy water, and stepped on them with his feet.
After struggling for a while, he took out the clothes, shoes and socks, rinsed them with water, and looked at them again. They were all wrinkled.
He felt that it was not enough. The materials used in these legal-grade clothes, shoes and socks were too strong. It was unreasonable that there were no holes after being ravaged for a long time.
He threw his clothes, shoes and socks into the muddy water again, stepped on them with his feet, and then took them out and washed them.
I did it over and over again five times, but no matter how good the clothes were, they couldn't withstand such tossing. Many places were torn and the color was much darker.
If anyone saw him doing this, they would think he was crazy.
Ye Xiaocheng was certainly not crazy.
He was going to set up a stall. The people setting up stalls were all old, weak, sick and disabled, and their clothes had not been changed in many years.
If he goes to set up a stall in a crisp legal uniform, it will definitely make people suspicious. The most important thing when going somewhere is to do as the Romans do and to integrate yourself into the surrounding environment.
Ye Xiaocheng put on the shabby clothes, looked in the mirror, and nodded with satisfaction when he saw his own appearance in the mirror.
There is nothing wrong with this outfit when I go to set up a street stall tomorrow.
The next morning, Ye Xiaocheng came to Freefang City carrying a worn-out backpack that he picked from the garbage dump.
Free Square City is a street with stalls on both sides of the street. The shops and residents behind the stalls are also ordinary people in simple clothes.
Ye Xiaocheng randomly found an empty seat and sat down, spread a piece of blue cloth on the ground, and placed five first-level low-grade talismans on it.
"Little brother, are you new here?" asked an old man at a nearby stall.
"Yes, uncle, it's my first day here. Please take care of me."
"There's no need to take care of me. I'm struggling to live myself, and I can't take care of others. But you can't occupy this stall. It belongs to Wei San. There will be trouble."
"Isn't the stall first-come, first-served?" Ye Xiaocheng didn't understand.
The people next to me laughed.
An eleven or twelve-year-old girl on the left kindly reminded: "This little brother, everyone applies to the stall owner's office for their stalls, and they have to pay taxes every month."
"Is there still this? I was reckless, I'm sorry." Ye Xiaocheng quickly put away the blue cloth and stood up.
"Brother, are you selling these things?" the little girl asked.
"Well, that's all. I don't have any spiritual stones anymore. I only have some talismans. I want to exchange them for some spiritual stones."
"Then you put it here for me. I don't have much stuff anyway, so I can sell it together." The little girl said kindly.
"Is this okay? I won't give it to you..." Ye Xiaocheng asked hesitantly.
Ye Xiaocheng was worried about causing trouble to this kind-hearted little girl.
"Don't worry, the stalls are fixed, and no one stipulates how many items must be placed on the stalls." The little girl saw his worry and smiled innocently.
"Thank you very much. I'll pay half of the monthly tax."
"Okay." The little girl said generously.
Ye Xiaocheng placed the talisman on the little girl's stall.
The little girl picked up a talisman and asked, "What price are you going to sell your talisman for?"
"Just one talisman and one spiritual stone."
The little girl looked at the talismans in her hand carefully and said in surprise: "Brother, where did you get these talismans? Although I don't understand, I can tell that the quality of these talismans is very good, better than those sold in stores."
