Chapter 320: The Master Selling Herbal Tea (please subscribe, please vote)

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"This...!" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

Although Cao Zhe has been vigorously promoting martial arts.

But the martial arts in this world are different from the martial arts in the world of the divine eagle.

Although the martial arts in the World of Divine Eagles also train muscles and bones, as well as Qi, the daily consumption requirements are not large. Even the daily food and drink of ordinary people can barely meet the needs of training.

Therefore, Cao Zhe can easily integrate the three hundred and sixty lines of daily routine into his practice, so that everyone can practice and practice.

However, the foundation of martial arts in this world is to polish the body to an extremely inhuman condition. The consumption of resources at the beginning is already extremely extraordinary and far beyond what ordinary people can bear.

Even if Cao Zhe has been committed to transforming the environment, it will be difficult to promote martial arts to every household.

For many ordinary people, having the opportunity to practice martial arts and become a disciple of a martial artist is a great blessing.

As for going to Martial Arts Mountain to become a disciple, that is actually quite a 'luxury'.

The world of Liaozhai is not small to begin with, and after several integrations, it has become even more vast.

How easy would it be to cross mountains and rivers and go deep into the Shiwan Demon Mountain to learn from a master without a carriage or a boat, and no one to guide you?

Cao Zhe met them unexpectedly, but the middle-aged man did not completely believe what Cao Zhe said.

However, for them, such an opportunity is too rare.

Is it worth it to have a disabled left arm and have a different life?

Cao Zhe thought this middle-aged couple was pretty good.

Ordinary people, if their children have the opportunity to practice martial arts, why would they think so much?

This is not just an opportunity for one person, but also an opportunity for the whole family...even the whole village.

"You can think about it carefully, and I think that warrior will come to you soon. If the other party is easy to talk to, you can try to ask him to let go of your dog." Cao Zhe continued.

It's just that the apparently middle-aged man has stopped talking to him.

After Cao Zhe said the words, he was instantly shocked to realize that what he said was a bit too much.

The right to speak comes with strength.

People who are in an extremely humble position should be careful even if they say 'I'm sorry'.

Cao Zhe has now lost all his cultivation, his body has decayed, and his thinking has also become slightly slower.

He didn't think of intervening in this matter.

One's arsenic, another's honey.

For ordinary people, the opportunity to change their destiny is worth risking their lives for.

As for Cao Zhe, he can certainly use a higher profile to change the fate of this family.

It's just that he hasn't thought about it yet.

Maybe there will never be, or in the next second, everything is not easy to say.

Let the donkey rest, eat the weeds on the roadside, and rest for a while.

The couple went to the woods to discuss.

There seems to be some dispute.

After a while, the middle-aged man came back with a bit of embarrassment with blood marks on half of his face.

The wife who was following him seemed to have cried too, her eyes were red.

Unfortunately, this scene did not impress Cao Zhe.

Cao Zhe just looked at the little boy, waiting to see if he could say something that would interest him.

The middle-aged man took the donkey back, put a rope on it, and the donkey cart continued on the road.

The purging of the warriors has greatly reduced the probability of demons and ghosts appearing in the barren mountains and ridges.

Therefore, although the car is moving slowly, the sky is getting dark.

The middle-aged man was not in a hurry, he just got on the car's shaft again, then picked up his cigarette bag and cigarette rod, and began to smoke and think about his thoughts.

The woman was holding her dog's head, her eyes still a little red, as if she didn't know what to do.

The little girl, on the other hand, endured the stench, approached Cao Zhe, and began to ask questions to Cao Zhe, which seemed to show some small thoughts.

Cao Zhe also said casually.

When they encounter something they don’t want to talk about, they just say they don’t know.

This family is also not very thoughtful, otherwise they should have noticed that Cao Zhe was different.

Although he looks old and dying, with this knowledge alone, he cannot be an ordinary old man.

Gradually, the setting sun hung on the horizon, and finally disappeared into the forest.

The remaining red clouds floated in the air, but they already reflected the faint moonlight.

Cao Zhe felt that his body was getting weaker.

Even the strength rooted in the bones, the strength that penetrates into the cells, has been invisibly eroded.

It's like he has turned into a rotten tree in this world.

No matter how majestic, tall, and upright it once was, now it can only rot into the soil.

Become the nourishment of the world and turn into mud.

Cao Zhe, however, slowly, slowly, chewed and tasted the 'despair' that was on the verge of complete destruction.

If you don’t know life, you don’t know death.

Likewise, if one does not know death, one cannot understand life.

Survival and destruction are like the blending of yin and yang.

"Perhaps even those who are rumored to be immortal will die."

"Without destruction, survival will become meaningless. Progress and possibility will be lost." Cao Zhe thought to himself.

At the same time, there is always a moment of throbbing, and it seems that something is about to be grasped in the haze.

But it jumped over quickly.

Maybe it's because Cao Zhe's progress is not deep enough in the Five Decline of Heaven and Man.

Still far from 'death'.

Now I can understand some truths only because my understanding is too strong.

Before nightfall, we finally arrived at the nearest city.

This is a city in the south.

It is not old, but newly established, named 'Boyang'.

The entire city was filled with the red and green wind that was newly rising in Da Chu.

Most of the buildings from the city walls to the city are composed of these two colors.

Occasionally there are some different colors.

A large vitality formation hovered over the city, and a large amount of vitality was absorbed and poured into the city.

The concentration of vitality is slightly stronger than that of ordinary wilderness.

However, it is much inferior to the self-contained innate formations of famous mountains and rivers.

Despite this, a few decades ago, such a city would have been considered a blessed place.

Of course, this time, that time.

Nowadays, if you want to learn martial arts well or enter the threshold of cultivating immortals, this concentration of vitality alone is not enough.

After entering the city, Cao Zhe said goodbye to the family.

At the end of the day, the middle-aged man and his wife seemed to have reached a consensus.

We no longer discuss treating our children’s arms.

Cao Zhe naturally stopped talking.

From the choices of this middle-aged man and his family, Cao Zhe seemed to be standing in front of a mirror and saw another 'self'.

Compromising in the face of reality and small interests gradually violates the original will.

Such changes are not there at the beginning, but are subtle and subtle.

How many people once had great ambitions as young people, but now their shoes are wet when the wind blows?

Ordinary people, who wouldn’t risk their lives in exchange for a future? But who really wants to trade their lives for a future?

It’s just a last resort!

After going through setbacks and seeing the ups and downs, let’s think about it again...is an arm really a big price?

Like a drop of water, Cao Zhe quickly integrated into this not very prosperous, but quite lively city.

A few days later, in the small market in the east of the city, there was a stall set up by an old man who was deaf and dim.

What they sell is a bowl of herbal tea for a copper coin, and what they hear are stories about travels from south to north.