Great Creator

Chapter 389 Waiting for him for five years (22)

"He's fine, he fainted due to disordered breathing." Huang Si looked calmly and said, "After all, he is a practitioner, and he should wake up after a while when his breath calms down automatically."

Wen Ling nodded and sighed.

The aura ball spun up and fell on Ping He.

Fresh spiritual energy permeated his body, replenishing his body's consumption.

"Master, can I presumptuously ask... Zou Shi and Mi Long, are they really dead?"

Wen Ling asked.

"Isn't this nonsense? I asked you to spread the word that you are not alive, of course you are not dead. I asked Lu Cheng to save people that day, and they were rescued by Lu Cheng long ago."

"Go, I'll take you to see them."

Huang Si put a palm on Wen Ling's shoulder, leading him to teleport.

Before, when Huang Si was preparing to return to the spiritual world, he received a prayer request from Wen Ling.

Only then did Huang Si remember that there was still this matter that had not been dealt with, and looked at the human race, good guy, things didn't go according to plan at all.

He did things simply and rudely, and directly sent Wen Ling over to cut off his thoughts.

...

When Wen Ling regained his sight again, he was already standing in a tree-lined place.

Wen Ling looked around, and it looked like a valley with beautiful scenery and dense trees.

Looking forward, with the rising sun, Wen Ling saw a wide field, and there was a familiar figure in the field.

It was actually Lu Cheng, who was watering the fields with a bitter face.

Cabbage is planted in the field, and there are wooden slats with vines climbing on it.

"Hey, Lu Cheng, where are you growing grapes?"

"No, this is cowpea."

Lu Cheng replied subconsciously.

next moment.

"Ah, the master is here! Hey, there is Mrs. Wen!"

Lu Cheng quickly saluted the two of them.

As a result, he was in a hurry, and the wooden barrel in his hand turned over.

Half a bucket of water was about to drench him drenched.

Fortunately, before the water droplets were about to fall on the body, they all violated the laws of physics, ejected suddenly, and flew into the air one after another.

"Master, you are here!"

Lu Cheng cried with a mournful face.

Huang Si sprinkled water on the field and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"Master, I listened to your orders and rescued the people. In order to prevent them from being in danger again, I brought them all to this safest valley. You see, there are mountains and water here, which is especially suitable for life, and there is no danger at all. People smoke..."

"But they wouldn't let me go, master, and they said they wouldn't be able to survive if I left, so I had to stay here to build a house for them, farm the land, and hunt..."

Lu Cheng cried like an old long-term worker who had been oppressed by the landlord class for hundreds of years.

"Don't you deserve it?"

Huang Si said with a cold face.

Wen Ling smiled and said nothing.

"I did ask you to put them in a safe enough place, why don't you put them in a village with people, why don't you put them in a place without people? Of course there are no houses in a place without people, and Mi Long doesn't know martial arts, Of course they can't live without you."

"Uh, yes. At that time, I thought, now that the Chang Kingdom has fallen, and the whole world is full of enemies, I must put them in a place where no one is around, that's the safest..."

Lu Cheng fingered.

"You put people directly in the south of Jing Country, where there is no war and the economy is developed."

"But, isn't Jing country an enemy country?"

Lu Cheng was dumbfounded.

"Are you an idiot? Did these two people write 'Changguo people' on their foreheads? Who would know that they are Changguo people if you put them over there?"

"Uh, yes..."

Lu Cheng suddenly realized.

"Master, is it possible that I am really a fool?"

"It's good that you have self-knowledge..."

Huang Si shook his head and led Wen Ling away from the field. Lu Cheng hurriedly followed behind like a child who knew he was wrong, with a humble smile on his face.

Well-behaved, like a 200-pound child.

"...Lu Cheng."

"Yes, master."

"Do you feel weak, pitiful, and helpless now?"

"Uh, sort of."

"...But, you have a 40-something appearance, a thick waistline, broad shoulders, muscular arms, and strong legs, which is very philosophical at first glance."

"So, don't pretend to be pitiful with such a macho appearance!"

"Uh, master, don't praise me like that..."

Lu Cheng embarrassedly scratched his head.

Huang Si was startled.

Think for a moment.

decided to give up.

This man is too stupid to understand sarcasm.

Ahead is a mountain path, winding and winding, leading to a stone house.

I have to say that Lu Cheng's stone house has been repaired to a certain level, looks decent, has several suites, and a small yard.

inside the house.

An old, flowered quilt was obtained from nowhere, and an old lady was lying in the quilt.

Compared to half a year ago, Mrs. Zou is much older. Maybe it's because she hasn't seen her son for a long time, and she looks very haggard.

Mi Long fed her porridge from the sidelines, and kept comforting her.

There are Jing people outside, it is very dangerous, and so on.

In fact, Mi Long didn't know the situation outside, but Lu Cheng, the savior, persuaded them not to go out and escape the disaster of war here, so Mi Long didn't force him, and stayed here with Zou all the time.

"Ms. Zou has one more year to live."

Huang Si stood at the door of the stone house and said.

Mi Long looked at the speaker.

It's not as powerful as Lu Cheng, it seems to be just an ordinary human race.

However, the man's indifferent tone, as if seeing everything in his eyes, made him feel a burst of fear.

He put down the bowl and hurriedly stood up.

Mi Long couldn't help being nervous, so nervous that his hands were shaking.

"You, intuition, seem to be good."

Huang Si praised.

"You, are you a god? Yes, you came to save us, or are you a demon god who came to take our lives...?"

Mi Long's teeth were trembling all the time, and his speech became stuttering.

Hear that sentence about longevity.

It took him just a moment to understand that Huang Si was not an ordinary person.

"Interesting, the intuition is really good. Let me see the strength of your soul."

Huang Si looked at Mi Long's living soul until the quantified value emerged.

1.7.

Slightly stronger than the peace before the enhancement.

not bad.

Huang Si nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Mrs. Zou was also a little sober.

She looked at Huang Si and asked in a weak voice, "this gentleman, who is it..."

Huang Si didn't answer her.

He just held out his hand.

Red dots of light escaped from between his fingers.

The energy of each law has a fixed color, life is bright red, heart is pink, soul is milky white, wisdom is light blue, civilization is yellow, water is blue, wind is blue...

Letting energy produce light is a phenomenon in which energy is highly condensed.

"The life I gave her has been extended until today, five years later."

"Five years is the time I leave for peace."

"Pinghe is now on the road of cultivating immortals, and the future is limitless."

"However, I prepared the road of immortality for the human race, not for them to gain secular power, but for them to become extraordinary powers beyond the secular world, supervise the world, and make everyone in the race fear."

"Therefore, the position cannot stand within the human race, but should be outside the human race."

"so……"

"Indulging in the secular world and forgetting the extraordinary, peace will lose the most important thing to him."

"Reining in the precipice, turning back and staying on the shore, he can reunite with Zou Shi."

"Immortals are made by humans, not ordinary people."

Wen Ling and Lu Cheng were listening outside, and instantly understood Huang Si's purpose.

Those who cultivate immortals cannot have family concerns.

However, Huang Si helped save his relatives.

If Ping He forgets his identity and becomes obsessed with everything in the world, then he is no different from when he was deeply in the dream of power.

Such peace is not worth saving.

If peace can retreat bravely and not be confused by the secular world, then he can get what he wants most.

This is the final test that Huang Si gave peace.