Celestial being

"Why would Guiyuan Sect still treat such a powerful person as a mining slave?" Zuo Qinghui asked a little strangely.

"It is said that he came in because he offended a certain big shot in the Guiyuan Sect. Later he became famous in the arena. The man heard about it and wanted to kill him but was stopped by his enemy. And later The enemy wanted to take the opportunity to subdue this person and serve as his confidant, but he was blocked by that person in every possible way. Under the checks and balances between the two, the situation is like this." Ulu said.

"Looking at him like this, he seems to be an individual cultivator. Will his cultivation be restricted by the neck ring?" Zuo Qinghui asked again.

"This is because Fellow Daoist Zuo has made a mistake. This person is a serious Dharma practitioner. As for why he is tall and strong, it may be related to the fact that he is a mixture of Central Plains people and Beirong people. Besides, physical cultivation has nothing to do with our Dharma practice. Cultivation is different. All cultivation is based on the body. If you want to restrain it, you need to use other magic weapons. How can it be restrained by a neck ring?" Ulu smiled and shook his head and said.

"That's it." Zuo Qinghui nodded thoughtfully.

While they were talking, Feng Ling also ended his battle in the arena with a fireball that shot into the mouth of the giant pig beast.

In the stands of the arena, cheers rang out like a wave, and the mine slaves all shouted Feng Ling's name with excitement in their eyes.

When Feng Ling heard the sound, he grabbed the giant pig beast's body with both hands and raised it above his head, which immediately aroused the emotions of the spectators.

He enjoyed the cheers and praises. After looking around, he threw down the body of the giant pig beast and turned around to leave the arena.

Outside the venue, a young monk who was only thirteen or fourteen years old was waiting for him. When he saw him coming back, the young man wearing a necklace couldn't wait to greet him and gave him a pot of water.

Feng Ling nodded towards the young man, took the gourd, took a few mouthfuls of it, rinsed it and spit it out, and then poured the remaining water on his body.

At the same time, the young man also calculated excitedly: "Brother Feng, including today's game, in five more games, we will be able to accumulate enough contribution points. As long as we exchange the total amount of mining, we will definitely be able to get out of here and regain our freedom." ”

Feng Ling glanced at the young man and shook his head: "You made a mistake, it wasn't us, it was you."

"Ah? Brother Feng, don't you plan to go out and still want to be a slave in the mines here?" The young man asked confused.

"My situation is more complicated, and... even if you leave here, you are still controlled by the Guiyuan Sect. You must follow their orders and lure more monks to come here... Do you really think that is freedom?" Feng Ling whispered.

"That's better than being stuck here and having to mine every day, right?" The young man said nonchalantly.

Feng Ling was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "If this is what you think, then I..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Wulu and Zuo Qinghui on his left, who were walking towards him.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Feng, are you okay?" Wulu greeted him familiarly.

"I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. Fellow Daoist Wu is not waiting on people up there today, so he came all the way to see me. Maybe he has something to ask for?" Feng Ling looked at Wulu and chuckled.

"What Fellow Daoist Feng said, I came here today just because I happened to meet a good friend and wanted to introduce him to you. Well, this is Zuo Qinghui, Fellow Daoist Zuo." Wulu turned around and introduced after a moment of embarrassment. Got Zuo Qinghui.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, I have long admired you." Zuo Qinghui smiled and cupped his hands, then raised his head and glanced at the young man next to Feng Ling.

Feng Ling noticed this and immediately said: "Wei Chang and I have known each other for many years. I regard him as my younger brother. There is nothing I need to hide from him."

Hearing this, Zuo Qinghui nodded and no longer concealed his purpose: "I heard that Fellow Daoist Feng has been staying in this mine for five or six years. Have you ever thought about leaving here?"

Feng Ling's pupils narrowed and he looked at Wulu: "Fellow Daoist Wu, I regard you as a friend, but what do you mean by bringing someone here to test me today?"

Before Wulu could explain, Zuo Qinghui said first: "Fellow Daoist Feng misunderstood. I just asked the question sincerely, and I can't hide it. I was captured this time with the Lord's order, specifically to rescue the mining slaves. This visit is just to use your reputation, Fellow Daoist Feng, to contact several leaders of the mining slaves and inform them of the plan."

Feng Ling curled his lips, with a slight smile on his lips, still looking unbelieving.

However, Zuo Qinghui moved his lips slowly and slowly, seeming to be using the art of transmitting sound to Feng Ling.

However, when Feng Ling heard his words, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately shouted in a bad tone: "Fellow Daoist Zuo, are you threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, I just want to tell fellow Taoists that if I were from the Guiyuan Sect, I would have told your secrets by now and wouldn't stand here asking for your help." Zuo Qinghui shook his head. .

Feng Ling's face darkened, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "You are right, but why should I believe that you have the strength to rescue us?"

"Fellow Taoist, you don't need to believe it now. After all, all plans will officially start when the neck ring is removed. At that time, my Lord will also act as a vanguard and take the lead in the battle. Fellow Taoist, you can make judgments based on the situation at that time." Do you need to join?" Zuo Qinghui said.

"In that case, why are you coming to me now? Anyway, there will be a riot in the mine. Once our neck rings are removed, won't we all naturally join the riot?" Feng Ling said.

"No one is in charge of the overall situation. No matter how powerful the riot is, it is just a mess. Monks are also human beings, and they will subconsciously follow the crowd. Only those of us who take the lead can they organize to fight the enemy together instead of running away individually." Zuo Qing Hui said.

Feng Ling looked at Zuo Qinghui without showing his attitude: "This matter is of great importance. Please give me some time to think about it, Fellow Daoist Zuo."

"It's natural."

Zuo Qinghui nodded and stepped away. Feng Ling walked past him, and there was no more communication between the two.

But when Wei Chang passed by, he suddenly raised his head and said to Zuo Qinghui:

"Don't worry, I will persuade Brother Feng again after I go back. If you come here tomorrow, he will definitely agree."

Zuo Qinghui smiled but said nothing.

Later, when Feng Ling and Wei Chang left completely, Wulu suggested:

"Since we have to wait for him to make a decision, why don't I take you to meet the other leaders first?"

"No, if you go now, the result will be the same as now. Let's wait until tomorrow. With Feng Ling's help, it will definitely be much easier to convince them." Zuo Qinghui shook his head.

"Do you really believe that Wei Chang will convince Feng Ling?" Wulu was curious.

"No, actually Feng Ling has already agreed. Now he refuses, but he still has some personal matters to deal with." Zuo Qinghui smiled mysteriously.

…

It was late at night, but Feng Ling was on the bed with his five hearts in the sky, as if he was practicing.

This is unreasonable. Due to the suppression of the neck ring, no matter how hard the mine slaves practice, their cultivation level will not improve at all.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that Feng Ling's practice seems to be different from the conventional practice.

The spiritual energy absorbed from heaven and earth traveled through his meridians, but in the end it did not fall into his dantian, but was absorbed by his flesh and blood.

Whenever he finished practicing for a week, he would immediately take out a wooden box from under the bed, take out a brass beetle the size of a thumb, put it into his mouth and swallow it.

The beetle was alive, and it would let out a mournful cry when he bit it into pieces with his teeth. However, Feng Ling remained indifferent, as if what he had eaten was just a pill for cultivation.

After Feng Ling eats the beetle, he will continue to enter the state of cultivation, and this cycle repeats without stopping for a moment.

Perhaps because he was too focused on practicing, he didn't notice that there was another pair of eyes hidden behind his door.

Wei Chang silently watched Feng Ling's practice, his expression constantly changing between doubts, intolerance, regret and determination.

In the end, he quietly left from Feng Lingmen, turned around and returned to his house, packed his luggage, and was about to leave when someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

Wei Chang suddenly became excited and quickly turned around. When he saw Feng Ling standing behind him, he couldn't help but feel something in his heart:

"Feng, Brother Feng, it's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?" He forced a smile.

Feng Ling did not answer. He just looked at Wei Chang condescendingly and said slowly, "Your eyes are very similar to my daughter's."

"Yes, yes, it's an honor..." Wei Chang shed a drop of cold sweat.

"She is about the same age as you, thirteen or fourteen years old, with average qualifications, low cultivation, and a somewhat stubborn personality. She couldn't stand the boring practice. She read a few idle books and thought about going out to explore the world all day long. What a chivalrous woman. Every time I come back from the task of breaking up the alliance, she is always the first to stand at the door to greet me. She can see me, but she will complain about this and that, and criticize me. "

Feng Ling recalled the past with a soft smile on his face, but in Wei Chang's eyes, it seemed like an evil ghost smiling ferociously at him.

"I will never forget the despair and resentment that filled her eyes that were always smiling on the day she died. From that day on, I vowed to bring the murderer back to her grave with a thousand cuts." Cut it to comfort her spirit in heaven."

Feng Ling clenched his fists: "But I'm useless! But I'm a waste! I found the murderer and made all preparations, but I couldn't kill him. I couldn't even bring him to death. Now I'm locked up in this prison." In this cage called the mine, you will never get a chance to take revenge."

Wei Chang swallowed, trembling and wanted to ask: "Then..."

However, Feng Ling pinched his neck at this moment, making him unable to make any sound:

"I discovered the copper-shelled beetle by accident. Its effect is similar to that of a body-building elixir. It can help me embark on the path of body-building. I didn't want to have anything to do with others, but the day I saw you, I looked at you. eyes, subconsciously recalling my daughter, so I kept you and took care of you as a biological brother. I also begged the guards to give you half of the contribution points, but you should never do it. You should not do it. After all my persuasion, Under the circumstances, I still want to join the Guiyuan Sect and become their dog for the sake of false freedom! I even want to use the information about me eating copper-shelled beetles as a bargaining chip, and want to give it to the Guiyuan Sect as a certificate of surrender! "

Wei Chang struggled hard, his eyes full of fear, and he grabbed Feng Ling's arm with both hands. His nails even penetrated into the flesh, leaving several claw marks.

"You are very smart. You know that you still have to rely on me to earn contribution points. You can't get the maximum benefit by exposing it so early. Today, what Zuo said made you see the possibility of going further, and you finally took action. But soon It's a pity that even if Zuo didn't come today, I'm actually ready to take action against you. After all, your eyes are so much like my daughter. When I think of you with these eyes, you want to seek refuge with Guiyuan Sect, I'm going to I feel sick to my stomach!" Feng Ling roared in a low voice, and with a sudden force of his arm, he easily broke Wei Chang's neck.