Longevity: One life at the beginning, cultivation base depends on dogs

Chapter 143

Zhou Churen died like this.

Died in full view.

First the heart dies, and then the flesh dies.

Zhou Churen's master rushed up first, holding Zhou Churen's corpse and running spiritual power, wanting to save his life.

But in the end, it was in vain.

The white-haired master glanced at Jiang Mu, and finally muttered, dragging Zhou Churen's corpse away.

"It's all the path he chose, who am I qualified to

blame..." "Who can I blame..."

The fluttering words came into Jiang Mu's ears.

But it exploded in his heart like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Yes, it's all the path they choose... And who can be blamed?

Li Xiaopu chose to join the Colorful Xiamen and chose to fight.

To get the protection of the colorful Xiamen, it is natural to pay something accordingly, even life.

This beginning was the path Li Xiaopu chose.

Maybe she thought of such a day after she went into battle....

Just like Zhou Churen's mad devil's persistence.

He can definitely relate Li Xiaopu's death to Colorful Xiamen, but ask yourself, is this really the case?

He himself has only lived for nearly three thousand years, and judging by the lifespan of a monk, he is still young and still ignorant.

Right now, there are many Divine Bridge Realm cultivators, which one has not lived longer than him, and who can say who has experienced the most painful?

This is not causality at all, just simple, bad luck.

Simple, because of the path he chose, he gave his life.

Jiang Mu raised his eyes and looked at the disciples and elders with different expressions in the colorful Xiamen, they stood silently, but no one chose to retreat.

Even when he looks at himself, there is a deep fear in his eyes.

Suddenly, Jiang Mu remembered the Heavenly Tail Saint who had overthrown the red dust, that day, he was like himself, right?

After all, how is his behavior different from him today?

In fact, there is no difference between monks.

What a familiar way to die for the sect...

Jiang Mu thought of those elders who were willing to die for the pouring of red dust, and thought of Sect Master Zhu Yizi.

It's just that at the critical moment, Li Xiaopu did not choose to withdraw from the Colorful Xiamen like those disciples who poured out the red dust.

Even if it is partly for himself and partly for the sect.

But from another point of view, Li Xiaopu is worthy of her status as a disciple of the Colorful Xiamen.

Everyone is not wrong, they are just on the opposite side of each other.

The strong have absolute strength and can naturally do whatever they want.

It's just that Jiang Mu is a little confused.

Is it possible that all he has to do is to kill them all?

Could this be his own revenge for Xiao Hitomi?

Let the sect she herself fought for collapse in the hands of her own elders?

What kind of revenge is this?

Jiang Mu laughed, laughed, and then laughed maniacally.

The cultivators of the Colorful Xiamen did not know why, and they were all nervous, like a great enemy, for fear that Jiang Mu would become angry.

However, the colorful Xiamen lewd ancestor in the front had already understood.

It turned out that the descendants of the person in front of him joined the Colorful Kasumon and died in the battle with the Sword Gate.

But the wretched ancestor couldn't figure out why such a powerful cultivator would not bring his juniors with him to teach.

"Taoist, people cannot be resurrected after death, and they still hope to mourn."

"We deeply regret the unexpected encounter of your junior."

"However, she is also a disciple of our Colorful Xiamen, she died for the sect, and her name should be in the ancestral hall."

The wretched old ancestor apologized to Jiang Mu, and then said forcefully:

"For every disciple who has contributed to the sect, we will not favor one over the other."

"If we win the battle with the Slanting Sword Gate, then everyone will be blessed together;"

"If we lose, not to mention the dead and injured some of the disciples, I and the elders will be the first to sacrifice their lives for the sect!"

Jiang Mu laughed almost maniacally, and finally stopped because of the lewd old man's words.

His gaze stared viciously at the wretched old man, making his scalp tingle.

After a long time, Jiang Mu said in a deep voice: "

Okay, I can not destroy your colorful Xiamen, but you pit my spirit stones and return them double!"

In the end, Jiang Mu figured everything out for the time being.

The deaths of Li Xiaopu and Zhou Churen still made him realize his ignorance and limitations.

The colorful Xiamen can be extinguished, but it cannot be extinguished for no reason.

At the very least, it cannot be destroyed in his hands.

This is the promise to Li Xiaopu in his heart.

"That's nature, that's nature..." When

the wretched old man heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately took out a storage ring, which contained the spirit stone returned to Jiang Mu.

After receiving the spirit stone, Jiang Mu did not stay, turning into a purple streamer and disappearing into the sky.

Although he had no killing intent for Colorful Xiamen, Jiang Mu couldn't have any good feelings.

I just saw a little familiar shadow.

Jiang Mu turned into a streamer and hurried, not going elsewhere, but going straight to the Slanting Sword Gate.

Although the train of thought was clearer, Jiang Mu also found that he was not rational and mature enough, but the blood debt was repaid.

But Jiang Mu did not go to kill the Slanting Sword Gate, but only killed the Divine Bridge Realm cultivator who caused Li Xiaopu's death.

From the point of view of the Slanting Sword Gate, they are also only fighting for their side, what is wrong with them?

It's just a difference in position.

There is no right or wrong, good or bad, and many monks fight each other because of different positions.

Therefore, Jiang Mu's reason for killing that cultivator was also very simple: different positions, blood debts and blood debts.

.........

Five days later, early one morning, when the spiritual fog was filling, Jiang Mu returned to the wine stall.

Came back as usual, didn't bring anything.

Cao Leping, who was sitting in front of the stall, saw Jiang Mu and asked, "Have you taken revenge?"

Jiang Mu smiled lightly: "Reported." "

Just report it."

"How many people did you kill?"

Jiang Mu replied, "I killed one, but accidentally injured a few." "

Similar to Jiang Mu's plan, the Divine Bridge Realm cultivator just gave Li Xiaopu a blow at random, and Jiang Mu just gave him a blow at random, and then nailed him to death in the pit.

The knife was fast, and it should be very painful when walking, and he didn't shout out.

Cao Leping nodded, lowered his head and said no more.

Jiang Mu also walked into the wine stall, sat down side by side with him, and looked at the street scene.

"Xiao Zhou is also gone."

Jiang Mu's lips moved slightly.

"Self-defeated?"

Cao Leping turned his head to look at Jiang Mu.

"Hmm." Jiang Mu nodded.

Cao Leping muffled: "I can guess."

"This kid is full of problems, nothing is good, the only advantage is that he is too good for Xiaopu."

"But this is good, a pair on the ground, and a pair underground."

After the words, there was a long silence.

"Will you leave later?"

Cao Leping asked again.

Jiang Mu looked up at the sky: "I can't leave for the time being."

"But if I can, I guess I will."

"Where to?"

"Go to old friends, go to find the path of cultivation."

"Well, it's good."

When Cao Leping heard this, he nodded, and suddenly said, "Then when you leave, remember to bury me in a good place."

"Why?"

Jiang Mu asked rhetorically.

"The path of cultivation is too long, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk on."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I probably, I want to sell the Spirit Bar for a lifetime..."

Cao Leping smiled, and at this moment the spirit that had been suppressed for many days was relaxed.

"Selling spirit wine, I'm a little tired."

"Now I'm going to change careers, selling formations is more profitable to earn spirit stones."

"Then think about some things carefully

..." Jiang Mu got up, looked at the newborn sun, and sighed: "Who is not confused in life..."

Jiang Mu suddenly turned his head and asked.

When Cao Leping heard this, he touched his chin, thoughtfully, and then nodded frantically:

"Confused, especially confused!"

ps: Some people say that the previous chapter is not well written, here to declare: it may be the first time the author wrote fantasy, the writing is not good, there is a problem with the expression, the codeword time is in a hurry, and the expected effect is not achieved.

I want to write about the process of changing the mentality of a monk's growth, although the protagonist is immortal, but from the current timeline, he is no different from ordinary monks, and has only lived for about three thousand years, far from reaching the mentality that an immortal should have, and will also be impulsive, remorseful, angry, afraid, and even hot-blooded; Gou Duo also wants to be in the limelight.

If compared to the mentality, the average Divine Bridge realm can live up to nine thousand years, and the mentality is not much more stable than the protagonist?

Even if they are all immortal texts, the immortal life written by different authors is not the same.

After the precipitation of time, the immortal has reached a certain stage and his mentality will naturally be revealed.

Of course, the most important thing is to write an article, that is, Bojun Yile, if you can afford me, you can give a free gift; If you are very upset, you can also throw the book away, or even report it a little.

Finally, this chapter is at 4:35 a.m., and I beg your pardon.