Above the Immortal Cultivation

"Master, is there anything I can do for you?" The middle-aged man walked up quickly with a smile and asked respectfully a late-stage foundation-building cultivator next to him with a stern look.

"Get lost, you ant-like thing!" The cultivator walked out with a wave of his sleeves, and the man's face instantly turned pale. A burst of force like a needle pierced his body, and his body was thrown out unconsciously. When he was about to hit the ground hard, Wang Lu lightly summoned his magic power, and the middle-aged man who had just recovered from the shock found that he was intact.

The cultivator looked at Wang Lu with hatred. Wang Lu snorted coldly and said lightly: "If you don't want to die, put down 20 pieces of middle-grade spirit stones and get lost!"

"Okay, I admit my defeat today. There is a way in heaven and earth, and mountains and rivers meet. Please leave a name for me." The cultivator said fiercely, but honestly threw the 20 pieces of middle-grade spirit stones to Wang Lu.

He had to make friends. As the saying goes, a higher rank can crush a person to death. The same is true in the world of immortal cultivation. A higher level of cultivation can crush a person to death. However, he is not a pushover. He is a core disciple of the three sects and three schools, the righteous Changyun Sect, and the nephew of an elder of the Changyun Sect. There will be plenty of opportunities to get back at him in the future.

"I am Song Liang, and I am always waiting for your advice." Wang Lu said indifferently.

With his personality, he would not even look at such trivial matters. This man was the young warrior who helped him send a letter to Chen Yaer from thousands of miles away two years before his mother died. Even if he didn't know how this man came to Xuanlang City tens of millions of miles away, what could he do? If he didn't take action, he would definitely end up in pieces. This man was also one of the benefactors who helped him. He couldn't watch this man die in front of him.

The cultivator repeated Song Liang's name twice, looked at him coldly, and left in a hurry.

Although some of them knew the late foundation-building cultivators, after seeing Wang Lu's tyranny, they all refrained from meddling in other people's affairs. After a while, the crowd watching the excitement around them also dispersed.

The middle-aged man came to Wang Lu in a humble manner and was about to kneel down. Wang Lu stepped forward to help him up and said, "Is there any good inn in the city? Just lead the way."

The man looked up at Wang Lu and felt that he was completely different from the immortal master Wang Lu in his impression. He nervously took Wang Lu out of the teleportation hall and went to the best inn in Xuanlang City.

The inn was called Longkeju. A young waiter quickly stepped forward to greet Wang Lu and the others. Wang Lu asked him to arrange a good room for him, and then took the middle-aged man to the dining area of ​​Longkeju.

Wang Lu asked the waiter to serve some exquisite dishes and good wine. When the waiter was puzzled, he said, "Why don't you do it?"

The immortal cultivators absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth during meditation and practice, so they don't need to eat at all. The spiritual food prepared for the immortal cultivators is also rich in spiritual energy. If ordinary people eat it, they will basically explode and die.

When the waiter heard this, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Please wait a moment, senior. I will be right back."

Wang Lu smiled and asked the still timid man to sit down, and said, "Do you remember the Wang family courtyard in Yunwu Mountain more than ten years ago? You delivered a letter for me to the Fantasy Sect a million miles away."

Hearing this, the man's eyes widened, and he said with some excitement, "Master, it's really you, but what do you look like?"

Wang Lu smiled and said, "It's easy for us cultivators to change our appearance. By the way, you delivered a letter for me back then, how did you fall to this point now? My Fantasy Sect should treat you well. It's more than enough for you to become the leader of a gang or a wealthy man?"

"Alas, this is a long story. Today I have to thank the Master for saving my life. I, Ding Feng, am very grateful." Ding Feng said with emotion.

After the food and drinks were served, Wang Lu poured a glass of wine for him. Ding Feng, who was also a member of the Jianghu community, picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, slowly telling the story: "At that time, I finally sent the jade slip to the Xiangxiang Kingdom. One and a half years passed. The next year, I was transferred to Xiangxiang Country and became the deputy gang leader of the Xiang Gang, the largest gang in Xiangxiang Country. However, there were many people who opposed me at that time, especially those who had already taken a liking to the deputy gang leader. The second elder was particularly fierce. Under the persuasion of the gang leader, I devoted myself to practicing the martial arts secrets of the Xiang Gang. After two years, my martial arts improved greatly. Then, under my leadership, the Xiang Gang was destroyed one after another within a few months. After joining several small and medium-sized gangs, I finally got the recognition of most people in the Xiang Gang. But at this time, the second elder became more and more angry and even arranged a woman beside me without leaving any trace. Who would have expected that, slowly? A year later, under Zhuo Jing's persuasion, we withdrew from the world and took a large sum of money to live in seclusion. , we got married and gave birth to a baby girl. Unexpectedly, the little girl was suffering from a strange disease, and many famous doctors were helpless. I had no choice but to shamelessly find the Blood Sect branch of Xiangxiang Kingdom, which is affiliated to the Noble Sect. Seeing this, the steward of the branch hall received my family of three. After testing, it was found that the little girl was born with blocked meridians, but she had the rare water-gold double spiritual root. No matter how you practice, the magic power you cultivate will be dissipated. Later, after asking around, the villain found out that there is a kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure called Juemingcao in the sand area that can penetrate the meridians. The villain dispersed all his family wealth, and his father-in-law also spent his life. After saving up and going through many twists and turns, Zhuo Jing passed away due to a serious illness on the way a year ago. After arriving in this city, I used to have some martial arts skills left, and wandered around among the three sects and nine sects. It is not enough to get even half of the spiritual stone, so the little girl can only rely on secular injections to survive. Now her life is hanging by a thread, and she still asks the immortal master to save her." As he spoke, the burly Ding Feng burst into tears, deeply. Wang Lu knelt down on the ground.

Wang Lu did not stop Ding Feng from kneeling. He frowned. Meridian obstruction is not only a terminal disease for mortals, it is also effective for monks. Even if there is magic power to open the meridians, the meridians of the human body do not exist individually. Instead, almost all meridians are closely connected, and a single move affects the whole body. Once one of them is forcibly destroyed, the rest of the meridians will also be affected. Damage, especially the meridians of immortal cultivators, once damaged, even with the warmth and nourishment of magic power, it will take several years to recover as before. This is for immortal cultivators who regard time as their fate and race against time to go against the will of heaven. , cannot be tolerated or allowed to happen. As Ding Feng said, there is indeed a kind of spiritual grass in the world of immortality that can cure this terminal disease. However, the Jueming Grass is really rare in the world. He has only heard that this kind of spiritual material exists in the sand field, but it is enough. It has not been found for more than a thousand years.

Wang Lu helped Ding Feng up with both hands. He looked at Ding Feng, whose eyes were full of tears and filled with the last glimmer of hope. He pondered for a moment and said, "Don't worry, brother Ding. If you hadn't kept delivering letters for me day and night, my mother would have I will leave with regrets. After eating, you will take me to see your wife. Although I, Wang Lu, have no other abilities, I am not an ungrateful person."

"Thank you, Immortal Master. Thank you, Immortal Master. We will set off now. The villain lives in Hanyi Alley in the west of the city." Ding Feng heard that Wang Lu was willing to give it a try. He wished he could grow a pair of wings and take Wang Lu with him. He returned home to treat his daughter.

Wang Lu knew that he couldn't wait any longer. Looking at Ding Feng who was devouring the food, he was suddenly overwhelmed with thoughts, but he couldn't sort them out clearly.

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The author has something to say:

Sorry, after verification, Wang Lu should be changed to Song Liang, sorry.