Repugnant Gateway

An Zheng thought that the Djiba was a swindler, but when he was having dinner, he talked with the disciples for a while before he realized that the Djiba didn't charge them a coin. An Zheng didn't understand this. It's really nothing for a person like Djiba to cultivate, at most it's the situation of Xumi, which An An can now kill with a blink of an eye. He didn't plan to spend money, and brought a group of children who were weak in cultivation and had already exceeded the best practice start time. What should they do?

There is nothing that can be learned from communicating with these young people. These people think that the Djiba is a great man of the rivers and lakes. Anzheng didn't have the heart to break the illusions in their hearts, so he didn't ask much.

After dinner, Anzheng stood alone in the yard and looked at the moon in a daze. The Djiba drank a little high and walked out swayingly, patting Anzheng on the shoulder: "Hey, Dao, thank you today is you."

An Zheng smiled.

The Djiba is a home-cooked meal. After a meal, it is almost like a brother. He stood beside Anzhen, and said after a moment of silence: "Dao Chang, you can see that you are also a person with a story, otherwise why would you be hiding here alone?"

An Zheng shook his head: "Just hide quietly."

The Djiba picked a thumbs up: "Generally, it is done by high-level talents. You must be very strong in cultivation, Daoist."

An Zheng: "There are thousands of practitioners in the world, and my cultivation behavior is nothing."

The Djiba did not care, and looked back at the disciples who had fallen asleep over there, and hesitated for a while, then said: "Dao Dao, I know that you are a master, that kind of real master, a great practitioner. So Thank you so much today. You did n’t break my lie ... not only do I have to thank you, but also thank you for those children. "

"Ok?"

An Zheng glanced at the Djiba.

Djiba smiled bitterly: "Actually, they are all poor people ... they all want to practice, and they want to be true practitioners. But God is so unfair, giving them a physique that they can practice, but it is indeed the worst. You You know? Those who ca n’t practice are not the poorest, they are. ”

"If you knew from the beginning that you couldn't practice, then that's fine, anyway, there was nothing to think about. The children of the big families are okay, as long as they are willing to spend money, they can ask the practitioners to open the foundation for them. Stone, it is a matter of spending money to invite people. Some are money, you can smash it without playing, relying on the immortality, relying on the superb spirit stone, and relying on the natural materials to gradually improve the physique. "

"But they can't, they are all victims ..."

The Djiba was silent for a while, then turned around and took a pot of wine to continue drinking: "When I found them, they almost tortured themselves to death. Did you see the little girl? Her name is Jingdie, and the house is not special. There is money, but it is also one of the best in the town. The family is male-to-female, and the baby girl born is either drowned or raised. The reason why Jingdie was not drowned is because she has the potential to practice. "

"Her father found a gentleman for her, hoping to cultivate an amazing cultivator. However, her talent is just like that and it is impossible to succeed. Her father's money is not enough to buy a better spirit stone. So please Sir, it ’s a liar at all. The child was delayed, and of course it ’s not possible to be good even if he was n’t delayed ... but her father could n’t do it anymore. You **** did not learn a little bit! "

"You said this can blame the child?"

The Djiba took a sip of wine: "I know the hard work of these children, they are all high hopes, but they simply have no ability to really change anything. However, their pressure is too great. I have seen it with my own eyes, put The child who was forced to die by himself. "

"My brother ..."

The Djiba eyes turned a little bit red: "My younger brother died by himself. He felt sorry for his father and mother. I was born to practice. Although it is not very good, at least I can get to the current state of Xu Mi. But he can't. He is very poor ... so he is in pain. I want to make him happier all day long and take him to play, hoping that he can come out of that kind of self-blame. But I still failed ... "

Djiba poured the wine in the flask at once and wiped the corner of the mouth with a wry smile: "Say what these are doing ... so I left home, looking for the children who are struggling so hard, hoping to be able to Save them. But I ca n’t help them, I can only cheat them. I hope to take them to travel south and north, and find a place to live in seclusion, and wait until they are older and can understand my pains before telling them the truth. "

An Zheng said: "They will hate you."

These words of Dachiba made Ann content.

He thought that the Djiba was a crook, and it was the most abominable kind. The reason why An Zheng kept them was just to see how abhorrent Djiba really was. If he is really just a liar, then Anzheng might not let him go alive.

An Zheng could see that the Djiba did not lie. He is the first of the Mingfa Division. He has seen too many people, and few people can cheat him. Even masters like Qian Jiuge have nothing to hide from Anzheng.

"Yeah, hate me."

Daji overbearing: "So I plan to stay here, I hope I can change them and let them see more. They lived hard, and the happiest childhood passed by without even a little happiness. If it is possible, I hope they can look away. "

An Zheng: "It's not easy to talk about."

The Djiba shrugged: "At least I'm halfway successful."

He smiled slyly: "Take them away from the repressed home ... Don't say that, I think I can really turn them into those kind of indifferent people ... Don't look at me, I am I think I can do it. The man who took me to practice once said that he said that the first party of the Ming Fa Division of Daxi had argued that ... if you have aspirations, things will happen. "

Ann sighed, not knowing what to say for a while.

Daji overbearing: "If I fail, let them scold ... Anyway, I have brought out all of them, and I can do so much. In case of meeting a kind person, would you really help me? "

He glanced at An Zheng, and the cunningness was obvious.

An Zheng shook his head: "I can't help you."

The Djiba sighed: "Yeah ... how can there be such good luck, how can there be such good luck?"

He turned around and walked back to the house staggeringly. When he walked to the door, he stopped again. He looked back at An Zheng and smiled apologetically: "By the way, I may not be able to afford you so much rent. I plan to Tomorrow I will go down the mountain to find some work. In these years, I have only been looking for such children, and I have not made money. Those fifty-two silvers are my last to continue. "

An Zheng pulled out a silver ticket and dumped it: "This can help you."

The Djiba took the silver ticket and looked at it, then shuddered with a shock: "This ... too much!"

An Zheng said: "Fortunately, I just don't lack money."

Dachiba was grateful for not knowing what to say, but finally knelt down and dangdang a few heads. Anzheng didn't stop him, he just watched, because he knew that a person like Djiba would suffocate himself if he didn't do anything. That's a person who knows the rewards of grace. If this reward can't be done, what can be done except for a few heads? That silver is enough for them to spend their entire lives in Jinyiyushi.

Djiba: "Dao Dao, you really don't want to talk, why do you live here in seclusion?"

"I have an enemy to kill, and now I can't kill him, so I need to meditate for a while."

The Djiba uttered: "It's a river and lake revenge again ... Hope, forget it, if I hope you get revenge, then there will be another family member. I can't control the things on the rivers and lakes, I can take these It ’s good to take care of your children. "

He sighed and walked into the room, slamming the door shut.

An Zheng shook his head ... The Djiba was a very simple person, as you can see. Such people are simple to live, but not necessarily hard. He chose a very heavy and heavy burden. If he insisted on carrying it, he would vomit blood from his tiredness.

The reason why An Zheng does not want to help those young people to change their physique is because he knows that it does n’t work ... He does n’t know these young people, but he is sure ... these young people have been squeezing their minds for a long time. One day becomes stronger, no one knows what will be done. Anzheng cannot guarantee, so he dare not help people indiscriminately. For Anzheng, it is not impossible to come up with a dozen top-grade spirit stones to help them improve their physical fitness, but ... at least not now.

As Anzheng was preparing to go back to meditate and meditate, the pretty-looking young girl came out of the house and then quietly circumvented someone else's room. She walked carefully before Anzheng and suddenly knelt down.

"Xianchang, please teach me to practice."

An Zheng frowned slightly: "If you do this, what will your Master think?"

"Master?"

Jingdie shook her head: "I actually know that my Master is lying to us, he is a good person, but he can't change us. I haven't told anyone I know that he lied to us because those people are really poor. But Xianchang , I know I can become a true practitioner, and I understand my anxiety. "

She was so young, so delicate, and looked up at An Zheng, saying one by one: "If Xianchang is willing to accept me as a disciple, I am willing to do anything, I am willing to do anything!"

An Zheng suddenly wanted to scold others.

"Are you worthy of yourself by doing this?"

An Zheng asked.

Jingdie nodded hard: "I just want to go back and tell them that I really do. As long as I can practice, I will not regret anything I do."

"You are not suitable for spiritual practice."

An Zheng shook his head: "Your mindset, even if you can practice, will also become a disaster. Go back, even if you are clever, you are mistaken by your cleverness."

Mirror Butterfly began to kowtow: "Fairy, I beg you. I know what I do, I know my physique. If I can't practice well and go back to save my mother, my mother will be killed by him!"

An Zheng shuddered in his heart: "Who?"

"My dad!"

When talking about these two words, Mirror Butterfly gritted his teeth.

An Zheng felt a little blocked in his heart: "Because of you?"

Jingdie nodded: "Yes ... my mother is not his true wife, just a maidservant. Because I was born as a girl, my life is very hard. The best days are when I know I can practice. However, because I could n’t get stronger in my practice, he started torturing my mother again. "

An Zheng uttered: "Why do you know that your Master is lying to you."

Jingdie raised her head and her tears were crystal clear: "Because of my physique, I can reflect the cultivation of others to the state ... so I changed my name to Jingdie, and I am the mirror. However, I cannot use this power now, I just You can see what others are doing. "

An Zheng's face changed slightly: "Mirror?"

This is a bit scary ... copying someone else's behavior?