I Just Won’t Play by the Book

By the time they reached the seventh lap, Jiang Beiran and Li Fucheng had already determined the route they were going to take.

Jiang Beiran wants to become a loose immortal. Although the upper limit of a loose immortal is extremely low, it is better than being formed quickly.

In contrast, Li Fucheng wants to form a golden pill and become an immortal. After immortality, the upper limit of the role will be greatly increased, but the disadvantage is that the process is relatively long and there are many elements to be collected.

If Li Fucheng can slow down Jiang Beiran's progress of becoming a loose immortal a little bit, he doesn't need to ascend first.

However, Jiang Beiran also understood exactly what he wanted to do, and in an understatement, he resolved all his procrastination methods and succeeded in surviving the calamity.

Although the upper limit of loose immortals is low, their combat power is also immortal-level. Monks like Li Fucheng are not opponents at all, and they will try their best not to fight Jiang Beiran.

But as long as it is caught up, it will be broken when touched.

"Ugh……"

Seeing that Brother Wang's Jiang Ziya used [Riding the Clouds] to catch up with his Lei Zhenzi again, Li Fucheng sighed helplessly.

Although he was only one step away from forming a golden core, Brother Wang would not give him this chance.

After the battle, Li Fucheng's Lei Zhenzi was knocked out by Jiang Ziya's palm strike.

Seeing that Li Fucheng lost, Shi Fenglan immediately laughed happily, pulling Jiang Beiran's arm and said.

"The two of us are amazing!"

As soon as Li Fucheng was out, the rest of Xia Lingdang and Qu Yangze were naturally no problem, and they both fell off their horses in less than one lap.

This is also the first time that Jiang Beiran has seriously played imitated immortals, and found that imitating immortals seems to have too many hardcore elements, which has deviated from his original intention.

‘Let’s do a more casual board game again. ’

"Brother Wang, can you... have another round?" Li Fucheng asked in a low voice.

Feeling that if you continue playing like this, the other people will have no game experience, so Jiang Beiran said: "Relax, it's just a game, I'll go get some food first, and come back later."

Originally, Jiang Beiran designed so many elements for imitating immortals just to enhance the fun. After all, with the game IQ of Shi Fenglan and her friends, it is difficult to find a quick way to win. Every round is immersed in drawing cards and drawing good treasures. happy.

But once a high-level game like Li Fucheng appeared, the gaming experience of other players would be instantly lowered.

It was a game that could have been played for dozens of laps to decide the winner, but Li Fucheng took seven or eight laps to enter the final stage, and it was still a final without any suspense.

It's okay to come here twice every now and then. If you play like this every day, Shi Fenglan and the others will soon lose interest in this game.

Looking at the back of Big Brother Wang leaving, Li Fucheng couldn't help falling into silence.

"It's just a game..."

This sentence is very meaningful, Li Fucheng thought for a long time, and suddenly had an epiphany!

‘Big Brother Wang is saying that I have too much focus on winning and losing! ’

The few people present here are all the henchmen of Big Brother Wang, and it is impossible for someone who can become Big Brother Wang to know how to play this imitation cultivator.

But they didn't choose the easiest route to victory, but played whatever they wanted.

What is the boundary? This is the limit!

Just now, Big Brother Wang was just trying to wake him up, so he would teach him a lesson, so he just played a game and left, telling himself that it was just a game.

‘Don’t fight, don’t grab, just go with the flow, play the world, so this is what Brother Wang wants to teach me! ’

Li Fucheng, who wanted to understand this, instantly became a Buddhist, and in the next round, he perfectly integrated into Shi Fenglan's "Bronze Rank".

When the dinner was over, Jiang Beiran found that Shi Fenglan was the king again when Jiang Beiran returned to the hall, while Li Fucheng gave himself a grateful look.

'This is...the mentality was broken by me? ’

After playing for an afternoon, and finally relying on her own strength to win Li Fucheng again, Shi Fenglan's appetite instantly occupied the heights of her little head.

"Xiao Beiran, I'm hungry!" Shi Fenglan stood up and shouted.

"Well, let's all come out to eat."

As everyone walked towards the yard, Li Fucheng suddenly stopped in front of Jiang Beiran and said, "Brother Wang, thank you for waking me up."

Although Jiang Beiran didn't know where he woke him up, he still nodded.

Bowing deeply again, Li Fucheng turned and walked towards the courtyard.

"This kid is fine in everything, but he just feels a little lack of heart..."

...

In the afternoon of the next day, Feifu came to Tongguo, above Tang Jingran's "hell" hut.

The letter Jiang Beiran had already sent in the last time the staff was counted, and received a reply from Tang Jingran who agreed.

"You stay here, I'll go down and do something."

After Jiang Beiran finished speaking, he walked out of Feifu.

'Um? This feels like... not so underworld anymore. ’

The last time he came, Jiang Beiran still felt a little uncomfortable, but this time he didn't feel it at all.

Jiang Beiran would even wonder if he had gone to the wrong place if it wasn't for the yin formation he had laid out with his own hands.

After confirming that it was right, Jiang Beiran walked to the hut and raised his hand to knock on the door when he heard a very surprised voice coming from behind.

"Brother!"

Looking back, it was Mo Xia who came.

Although different time

It wasn't very long, but Jiang Beiran felt that he had grown a lot taller.

Three steps and two steps came to the senior brother, Mo Xia bowed to the end, and his excitement was completely written on his face.

After looking at Mo Xia carefully, Jiang Beiran asked, "How is your practice here?"

"Yeah!" Mo Xia nodded vigorously, "Master Tang taught me a lot."

"That's good." Nodding, Jiang Beiran noticed that the Hepao ghost behind Mo Xia was gone, replaced by a child.

This child is about five or six years old, chubby and very cute.

But Jiang Beiran always felt that it was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

At this time, Mo Xia stepped forward and knocked on the door, shouting, "Master, my senior brother is here."

The cold voice without the slightest emotion came from the hut immediately, "Bring him in."

"Yes." Mo Xia nodded, opened the door and made a gesture of invitation to Jiang Beiran: "Senior brother, hurry up."

After entering the hut with Mo Xia, Jiang Beiran's hut also changed a lot. Although it was still extremely dark, the very uncomfortable Yin Qi had completely dissipated.

Also, the ghost child who had been strangling Tang Jingran's neck was gone.

"Wait, that ghost boy..."

Jiang Beiran looked back at the child behind Mo Xia, and suddenly seemed to understand something

(The second half has not been written yet, so I sent it out first because it has to be added since it has been posted to ensure that I can have 4,000 words a day. Otherwise, it will be really addicting and affect your reading experience. I am sorry.)

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(I have a showdown. I actually want to force myself to write more every day to add a part of the anti-theft, because the part that is sent out has to be written. Even if I don’t want to write it, I have to finish it. It’s forcing myself. , and let everyone watch it more, you can completely regard the second half as the second chapter without updates, thank you for your understanding.)

However, Jiang Beiran also understood exactly what he wanted to do, and in an understatement, he resolved all his procrastination methods and successfully survived the calamity.

Although the upper limit of loose immortals is low, their combat power is also immortal-level. Monks like Li Fucheng are not opponents at all, and at best they try their best not to fight Jiang Beiran.

But as long as it is caught up, it will be broken when touched.

"Ugh……"

Seeing that Brother Wang's Jiang Ziya used [Riding the Clouds] to catch up with his Lei Zhenzi again, Li Fucheng sighed helplessly.

Although he was only one step away from forming a golden core, Brother Wang would not give him this chance.

After the battle, Li Fucheng's Lei Zhenzi was knocked out by Jiang Ziya's palm strike.

Seeing that Li Fucheng lost, Shi Fenglan immediately laughed happily, pulling Jiang Beiran's arm and said.

"The two of us are amazing!"

As soon as Li Fucheng was out, the rest of Xia Lingdang and Qu Yangze were naturally no problem, and they both fell off their horses in less than one lap.

This is also the first time that Jiang Beiran has seriously played imitated immortals, and found that imitating immortals seems to have too many hardcore elements, which has deviated from his original intention.

‘Let’s do a more casual board game again. ’

"Brother Wang, can you... have another round?" Li Fucheng asked in a low voice.

Thinking that if you continue playing like this, the other few people will have no game experience, so Jiang Beiran said: "Relax, it's just a game, I'll go get some food first, and come back later."

Originally, Jiang Beiran designed so many elements for imitating immortals just to improve the fun. After all, with the game IQ of Shi Fenglan and her friends, it is difficult to find a quick way to win. Every round is immersed in drawing cards and drawing good treasures. happy.

But once a high-level game like Li Fucheng appeared, the gaming experience of other players would be instantly lowered.

It was a game that could have been played for dozens of laps to decide the winner, but Li Fucheng had only seven or eight laps to enter the final stage, and it was still a final without any suspense.

It's okay to come here twice every now and then. If you play like this every day, Shi Fenglan and the others will soon lose interest in this game.

Looking at the back of Big Brother Wang leaving, Li Fucheng couldn't help falling into silence.

"It's just a game..."

This sentence is very meaningful, Li Fucheng thought for a long time, and suddenly had an epiphany!

‘Big Brother Wang is saying that I have too much focus on winning and losing! ’

The few people present here are all the henchmen of Big Brother Wang, and it is impossible for someone who can become Big Brother Wang to know how to play this imitation cultivator.

But they didn't choose the easiest route to victory, but played whatever they wanted.

What is the boundary? This is the limit!

Just now, Big Brother Wang was just trying to wake him up, so he would teach him a lesson, so he just played a game and left, telling himself that it was just a game.

‘Don’t fight, don’t grab, just go with the flow, play the world, so this is what Brother Wang wants to teach me! ’

Li Fucheng, who wanted to understand this, instantly became a Buddhist, and in the next round, he perfectly integrated into Shi Fenglan's "Bronze Rank".

When the dinner was over, Jiang Beiran found that Shi Fenglan was reigning there again when Jiang Beiran returned to the hall, while Li Fucheng gave himself a grateful look.

'This is... the mentality was broken by me? ’

After playing for an afternoon, she finally won Li Fucheng with her own strength. Shi Fenglan's appetite instantly occupied her cerebellum.

Melon Heights.

"Xiao Beiran, I'm hungry!" Shi Fenglan stood up and shouted.

"Well, let's go out to eat."

As everyone walked towards the yard, Li Fucheng suddenly stopped in front of Jiang Beiran and said, "Brother Wang, thank you for waking me up."

Although Jiang Beiran didn't know where he woke him up, he still nodded.

Bowing deeply again, Li Fucheng turned and walked towards the courtyard.

"This kid is fine in everything, but he just feels a little lack of heart..."

...

In the afternoon of the next day, Feifu came to Tongguo, above Tang Jingran's "hell" hut.

The letter Jiang Beiran had already sent in the last time the staff was counted, and received a reply from Tang Jingran who agreed.

"You stay here, I'll go down and do something."

After Jiang Beiran finished speaking, he walked out of Feifu.

'Um? This feels like... not so underworld anymore. ’

The last time he came, Jiang Beiran still felt a little uncomfortable, but this time he didn't feel it at all.

Jiang Beiran would even wonder if he had gone to the wrong place if it wasn't for the yin formation he had laid out with his own hands.

After confirming that it was right, Jiang Beiran walked to the hut and raised his hand to knock on the door when he heard a very surprised voice coming from behind.

"Brother!"

Looking back, it was Mo Xia who came.

Although the separation time was not very long, Jiang Beiran felt that he had grown a lot taller.

Three steps and two steps came to the senior brother, Mo Xia bowed to the end, and his excitement was completely written on his face.

After looking at Mo Xia carefully, Jiang Beiran asked, "How is your practice here?"

"Yeah!" Mo Xia nodded vigorously, "Master Tang taught me a lot."

"That's good." Nodding, Jiang Beiran noticed that the Hepao ghost behind Mo Xia was gone, replaced by a child.

This child is about five or six years old, chubby and very cute.

But Jiang Beiran always felt that it was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

At this time, Mo Xia stepped forward and knocked on the door, shouting, "Master, my senior brother is here."

The cold voice without the slightest emotion came from the hut immediately, "Bring him in."

"Yes." Mo Xia nodded, opened the door and made a gesture of invitation to Jiang Beiran: "Senior brother, hurry up."

After entering the hut with Mo Xia, Jiang Beiran's hut also changed a lot. Although it was still extremely dark, the very uncomfortable Yin Qi had completely dissipated.

Also, the ghost child who had been strangling Tang Jingran's neck was gone.

"Wait, that ghost boy..."

Jiang Beiran looked back at the child behind Mo Xia, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

"Yes." Mo Xia nodded, opened the door and made a gesture of invitation to Jiang Beiran: "Senior brother, hurry up."

After entering the hut with Mo Xia, Jiang Beiran's hut also changed a lot. Although it was still extremely dark, the very uncomfortable Yin Qi had completely dissipated.

Also, the ghost child who had been strangling Tang Jingran's neck was gone.

"Wait, that ghost boy..."

Jiang Beiran looked back at the child behind Mo Xia, and suddenly seemed to understand something.