Spiritual Qi Recovery: I Am Back As A Fairy

Chapter 273 Uncle Huang, You Can See It Now

Zheng Yuanming was stunned at the foot of the mountain for a long time.

When the sense of swordsmanship in the soul was left unreservedly... He picked up the broken wooden sword, leaned on the sword and half knelt down, lost his way, and no longer existed. A simple and simple swordsman's breath, from Radiate from the inside out.

"Brother Li, I will inherit your swordsmanship, and I will definitely not let you down."

finished.

He bowed in the direction of Su Ze going up the mountain again, then turned and left.

With the firmness in his heart, the broken wooden sword gradually returned to its original state, just like Li Tai back then, no matter how hard he suffered, he was always perseverant and never gave up.

"Master, three... The third son is back!"

In the Zheng family manor, the excited voices of the servants sounded.

When Mr. Zheng heard the movement, he ran out quickly, and his excited footsteps suddenly stopped in front of Zheng Yuanming, showing hesitation.

"You...are you Yuan Ming or Li Tai?"

"Grandpa, I am Yuanming, and Li Tai gave me all his will."

郑渊明面露感动，他没想到平时最喜欢揍 own爷爷，关键时候，才是最疼爱 own那一刻。

Mr. Zheng didn't believe it at first, and looked up and down carefully for a long time, and even summoned a magic whip to sense it.

"It's really you, Yuanming!"

Elder Zheng shouted excitedly.

Spiritual fluctuations will not lie, this is a person's exclusive imprint, standing in front of him now is the real Zheng Yuanming!

"Grandpa, I shouldn't make you angry on weekdays..."

Zheng Yuanming was once again extremely moved.

only.

Halfway through the conversation, he realized that the atmosphere was not right.

The red-eyed Mr. Zheng didn't cry because he was so happy when he came back, but more like he was furious in the past... Want to slap his own eyes? ?

"My boy, you finally woke up, I almost thought that I would never be able to wait for this day in my life!"

boom!

The magic whip aroused the aura, and Mr. Zheng held it tightly in his hand, and he whipped it down fiercely, turning into phantoms all over the sky.

"Call me grandson?"

"Tear down my study?"

"Burn the Zheng family's ancestral hall?"

"If I don't smoke you, an unfilial descendant, to death today, my surname will not be Zheng!"

"Grandpa, I just came back, why are you willing to put down such a heavy hand, ouch, it hurts, it hurts..."

A group of servants looked at the grandpa and grandson, one chasing and the other running, in the manor, looking at each other... Perhaps, this is the legendary saying that beating is pain, scolding is love?

"Grandpa, I cooked you a meal before I left!"

"Looking at that meal, you can stop smoking me a few times..."

Zheng Yuanming screamed after being whipped by the magic whip, and he couldn't win if he covered his buttocks and ran around. Without Li Tai's will, the magic whip was not something he could dodge now.

"It's fine if you don't mention that meal, but if you mention that, I'll be even angrier!"

"Do you really think that I can't eat these days because I'm just worried about you?"

"It's your dark cooking that almost poisoned me. If it weren't for the detoxification pill left by Master Mu, you can wait to give me a filial piety when you come back today!"

Zheng Yuanming's eyes widened: "Ah? This is impossible. When I sent you there, I tried it on the old black dog at the door, and it was fine."

At this time, Zheng Yuanming's Dage stood aside, and said in a low tone: "Third brother, the old black dog left three days ago, and I buried it."

Zheng Yuanming: "..."

alright.

You don't need to say anything, just cover your butt and give the old man a good spanking.

Brother Li once said that to be an indomitable swordsman, you can't stand a mere trauma, so what's the point of forging ahead!

From now on, Zheng Yuanming, who was not in the second grade, disappeared.

Now.

He is a pure swordsman.

…

"Which of you two won the fight at the foot of the mountain just now?"

On Guanyun Mountain, Uncle Huang looked at Su Ze who had just finished playing the piano, and smiled slightly.

"Have you seen it all?"

"Yes, I have seen it all." Uncle Huang said with inexplicable tone, "These days, you go up the mountain regularly, drink tea with me, and play the piano for me. Before I know it, my eyes are no longer blind."

talking.

He took off the black cloth that covered his eyes. Those vicissitudes and deep eyes seemed to have spanned more than ten centuries, and there were endless stories in them.

Su Ze stood up and said with a smile, "Congratulations Uncle Huang, you can take a good look at the world now."

"No, I've seen the whole world with my heart."

After his eyes were cleared, Uncle Huang's demeanor also underwent a shocking change, and the frost on his temples turned into a calm and free and easy one.

He winked at Su Ze: "What's more, the world of this world is standing in front of me, so why should I go to other places."

Su Ze understood that at this moment, Uncle Huang was finally awakened.

"Remember before Ten Thousand Years, you liked to drink fairy drunk."

"It's a pity that there are not enough spiritual materials to brew it for the time being. Why don't you drink some modern Laobaigan?"

Su Ze took out the wine he had prepared a long time ago and motioned to Uncle Huang.

The recovery of the old man should come to light today.

"Don't worry about drinking. You haven't answered me yet. Which one of you won the battle at the foot of the mountain?" Uncle Huang shook his head and asked.

"Why is Uncle Huang so concerned?"

"His way is similar to my way."

Uncle Huang's voice was a little low.

Like him, he is perseverant, wins in defeat, and loses all his life. Even if he almost takes power in the end, he is also defeated and lonely, living outside the interface of the human race, unable to return for a thousand years.

After thinking about it, Su Ze replied seriously: "He won."

Uncle Huang was excited: "How did you win?"

"He...in the end, he beat himself."

"..."

Uncle Huang looked up at Su Ze resentfully.

Su Ze touched his nose, not knowing what to say.

No way, sometimes being too strong is also a fault.

"Forget it, I'll still have a drink."

Uncle Huang sat down, poured himself a bowl of wine, drank it down, and wiped the corner of his mouth: "It's a pleasure! It's a pleasure to find out the news like this, and to be able to drink and have fun!"

His chaotic soul has gradually become clear under Su Ze playing the piano every day.

"Uncle Huang, will you complain?"

Suddenly, Su Ze asked.

"Why are you complaining?" Uncle Huang continued pouring wine with his usual expression, "Giving up the opportunity to lead the Taoist priest and leaving the world of human cultivation is all voluntary."

"If you want to complain, blame me for not being strong enough at the time, so I could only accept the threat of the demons incompetently, which resulted in my identity being stolen by that guy."

Until now.

The human cultivation world is still unknown, but in history there was an old man named Changqin who, at the last moment in charge, chose to give up willingly in order to protect the human cultivation world.

No one knows what happened to him, and his deeds live on forever.

Uncle Huang standing in front of Su Ze is the first real leader of the human race!

This matter was only known to Su Ze when he happened to meet the old man Changqin when he was traveling in the Mozu interface after destroying that fantasy world.

that time.

Even if he was forced to leave the human cultivation world, he silently guarded the human cultivation world for an entire era.

In ancient times, the demon clan and the elder of the dragon family successfully reaped the world. If the old man Changqin hadn't saved the last bit of fire for the human race, the immortal era would have disappeared!

The Heavenly Dao there will also be devoured by them early on.

"Hahaha, I should be happy that the human race has you out."

Uncle Huang raised his glass to Su Ze: "If it weren't for you, the human race would not be able to survive the era of immortality.

"Uncle Huang, it's time to return this Changqin to you."

Su Ze returned the Changqin to its original owner and handed it to him.

"Thank you!"

Uncle Huang sat down, feeling it, and began to play the piano.

In his piano sound, free and easy, uninhibited, without any resentment.

"The wind and frost have pressed me for two thousand years, and I have no complaints in my heart."

"There is always a wind or two in the world, filling my thousand and eight thousand dreams."

"Time wears my youthful will, time cools my kind heart."

"There is always a trace of love in the world, which is hard to satisfy my heart."