The Dragon from Hell

What he said was what people outside wanted to say.

As a practitioner, what kind of practitioner is he if he only thinks about living in seclusion and peace?

Only mortals, ordinary people, would want these things.

Qin Feng stood up and patted his hands gently. He just tried it and found that the soil under the cabbage was very soft. It should be taken care of by someone every day.

When he stood up, his fingers were stained with mud, but he didn't feel bored, because this is what the world should be like.

Qin Feng turned around, as if he had completely forgotten that he was still on the ring. Just like he was immersed in a nightmare yesterday, he seemed to enjoy staying in this courtyard very much.

He walked to the stone table and sat down, without even looking back at Feng Xing holding a sword at the door of the courtyard, and picked up the warm teapot and poured another cup of tea.

The fragrance of tea was refreshing.

"I never said I was not a mortal." He took a sip of the teacup and found that it was worthy of his state of mind. Even the tea that appeared in this illusion tasted the same as he liked: "Good tea."

Seeing him like this, Feng Xing couldn't help but frown, with anger flashing in his eyes: "Since you also know that you are a mortal, why do you dare to set foot in the immortal gate?"

The question he asked must have been what others present wanted to ask.

But Qin Feng still looked calm, and asked back: "Why can't mortals set foot in the immortal gate?"

Feng Xing thought his question was ridiculous, as if he was making a fuss: "Haha, since you also know the 'immortal gate', you should understand why 'mortals' can't set foot in it."

"But are there any rules for this immortal gate?" Qin Feng put down his teacup, supported his head with one hand, turned his head and looked at Feng Xing, the whole person didn't look like he was here to challenge: "You and I are both mortals, and there is no difference before we become gods."

"What did you say?"

Feng Xing clenched the Forget Worry Sword, and the anger in his eyes became more and more majestic.

In his life, he hated others saying that he was just a mortal the most.

Because of these two words, he lost his parents.

Now that he has awakened his spiritual bones, he has been practicing for ten years, and never dared to slack off, just because he was afraid that one day he would see the tragedy of the past repeat itself.

But Qin Feng, a mortal bone, came up and said that they were all mortals.

What is he!

Qin Feng seemed to have no reaction when he felt that Feng Xing was more violent. He rubbed the teacup in his hand: "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. I understand. After finally awakening the spirit bone, how can you admit that you are just an ordinary person?"

"How many ordinary people think about it day and night, hoping that they can awaken the spirit bone one day, because a piece of bone can make people rise to prominence overnight, and even make their families rise to heaven."

"A spirit bone can make many mediocre people become "immortals" in the eyes of the world, and how many poor people can be noticed by thousands of people from then on?"

"Yes, with an extra spirit bone, who would be willing to be an ordinary person?"

Feng Xing felt that Qin Feng's words were harsh and ironic.

Although his tone was plain, Feng Xing still felt angry and offended by his words.

"Haha, do you think everyone is like you, practicing for the purpose of rising to prominence? Vulgar!"

People outside also agreed with his evaluation. Qin Feng was indeed an ordinary person, and he could never understand the state of mind of people like them.

But Qin Feng smiled when he heard it: "I've said it before, I'm just a mortal, an ordinary person, naturally vulgar."

"I came from this world, naturally I belong to this world, if I'm not vulgar, who is?"

"I just want to ask you something, since you think you are not vulgar, then I want to ask you what is the purpose of your practice?"

Feng Xing suppressed his anger, in fact, he didn't want to continue talking with Qin Feng.

He always felt that this mortal couldn't say anything good.

At this moment, the conversation between them was not only a verbal exchange, but also an exchange of state of mind.

His heart was like a mountain, but Qin Feng only had a small courtyard.

The latter seemed extremely small, so when Feng Xing saw that Qin Feng's state of mind was only a small courtyard, no matter how pure he was, he couldn't help but feel proud.

He looked at Qin Feng coldly, but didn't do anything.

For some reason, he always felt that he shouldn't do it at this time.

Even the Forget-Your-Sorrow Sword, which could sense his fighting spirit, calmed down when it stood at the gate of this small courtyard. Feng Xing was unable to activate it.

So he could only not answer and use silence to represent his attitude.

But Qin Feng didn't intend to listen to his answer at all. Instead, he stood up and looked at the high mountain in the distance: "Well, it's really good."

He was talking about this mountain.

"Every cultivator should have a peak in his heart. Everyone is awakening.After becoming a spirit bone, everyone hopes to stand on the top of the mountain one day and look down on all the other mountains. Some people also hope to fly over the mountains and become gods in one step. "

He turned his head and looked at Feng Xing: "Everyone is staring at the mountain in front of them and forgetting the small courtyard behind them, but everyone forgets that their origin is such a small courtyard."

"People abandon their emotions just to get closer to God."

"But before becoming a god, no one remembers that they are still a person."

"Feng Xing, do you still remember? Do you remember why you practiced in the first place?"

Qin Feng stared at Feng Xing with burning eyes.

The two were so close that he couldn't avoid it.

These questions made Feng Xing feel very angry.

"Stop talking nonsense. It's your choice if you want to be a mortal. I have my own way." Feng Xing said coldly, trying to keep himself calm.

"Your way? I heard that you practice the way of ruthlessness. "Qin Feng crossed his arms and commented: "Not bad, not bad, it is indeed a hot topic."

"What hot topic?" Feng Xing didn't understand what he was talking about.

"It's just that those of you who practice the ruthless way seem to have a misunderstanding, always thinking that being ruthless and desireless is the true ruthless way, but I see that you... don't seem to have reached home yet."

Qin Feng returned to his small courtyard, sat in front of the stone table, and said lightly: "From the moment you forgot about this small courtyard, you have already lost. "

Feng Xing was stunned.

Because after Qin Feng finished speaking, the same small courtyard appeared in his mind.

That small courtyard once brought him peace for a short time, making him feel that this life was good.

But gradually, he began to forget what the small courtyard looked like.

He wanted to say something else, but Qin Feng didn't want to listen anymore.

The tea was cold, and the duel should end.

His mind was never on the immortal gate, he wanted to go home, back to the "small courtyard" that belonged only to him.

"You and I have different paths, I won't say more, just do it. "