This is what cultivating immortals is like

"No way, senior brother, isn't his surname Zhu? Does anyone in Wu Zhou dare to touch him?"

"Eight hundred years ago, no one dared to touch it, but now it can't be done. A bunch of turtle grandsons, the price has dropped too much."

The old man who spoke had messy gray hair, a goatee that was half long and half short, and a gray robe full of greasy stains. He had the perfect image of an outsider.

Kou Shuang.

On the night of the Demonic Cultivator Trading Conference, the Black and White Double Evils slaughtered the entire audience, and only three people survived, the other two being Lu Bei and Zhu Qilan.

After leaving the venue, Kou Shuang learned from the painful experience that no place in the world of cultivating immortals was safe. Looking into the reason, it was not his fault, but that everyone was too strong.

If he finds a place where few practitioners walk, he will be safe.

Then the question arises, is there any place in Wuzhou with a lower level of cultivation than Ningzhou?

Yes, Dongwang County lowered the level of Ningzhou.

So, Kou Shuang came to Dongwang County, and after a lot of calculations, he successfully deceived the master and became his long-lost little uncle.

Anyone who can become a master must be very stupid, but Kou Shuang is so good at calculating, and he answers a few little secrets in a fluent manner. The master listened to it, and he was lame after he was fooling around.

During the time he lived in Xuanying Mountain, Kou Shuang had enough of his master's uncle addiction. Except for two guest appearances as 'Master' during this period, he had people waiting for him to eat and drink the rest of the time, and his gray robe became a little more greasy.

What makes him most happy is that he has found his opportunity here. A disciple of a reincarnated immortal, with a promising inheritance, is really a great blessing in life.

However, my disciple is good at everything except for one thing: his name is too long.

A tornado destroys your parking lot.

"Master, where are we going now?"

"We can't stay in Ningzhou for the time being. If your senior brother gets into trouble, it's very likely that we will be betrayed. Let's go somewhere else to avoid the limelight. I will give you another senior brother as my master." Kou Shuang said sarcastically.

"Well, listen to Master."

The tornado destroyed the parking lot of your house, his eyes were shining, the world is so big, he has long wanted to go out and see it.

It is unlucky to say that on the first day of setting up an account, he was born in the wild. Before he could take two steps, he was kidnapped by a passing bandit. He was given a piece of white paper and a pen and asked him to write letters home.

What a pity, he is just a player, how can he be a relative of the local NPC.

His tough and uncooperative attitude attracted the bandits to watch him. He had three meals a day without food and was beaten instead.

Although due to the protection mechanism of the game, punching and kicking the body is painless, just like scratching an itch, he is online for fun, not for torture.

This number is useless!

He just created a whiteboard account, and he doesn’t feel bad if he loses it. He even thought about the ID of the new account, and the tornado will kill you in the parking lot.

Just when he was about to go offline, a slovenly old man came to him. The two hit it off and established a master-disciple relationship on the spot.

In the eyes of others, Kou Shuang is a bit neurotic and crazy all day long, but in his eyes, Kou Shuang is the worldly master described in the novel.

This hairstyle, this beard, this starched monk's robe, and the smell on his body, it's so perfect that everyone in the world is drunk and I am sober, and the master of this world has not escaped.

Kou Shuang's performance did not disappoint him. He could pinch and count and never failed. The only drawback was that he liked to pretend too much.

Say half and leave half, and ask Kou Shuang for fortune telling, there is a 50% risk of being caught in a thunderstorm, small things will turn into big things, big things will die in an instant, and nothing will turn into trouble.

Fortunately, it was not a big problem. Kou Shuang was his only disciple. He patted his chest and said that when he remembered to practice the technique, he would teach him how to predict fortune.

"You have to do it quickly, the sand sculptures outside have all reached level 20 foundation building."

The tornado destroyed the parking lot of your home and muttered softly. Thinking of the sneak attack in the middle of the night, you felt happy in your heart. First, the master calculated the whereabouts of the sand sculptures, mistakenly thinking that the poison was successful, and then he accurately grasped the time of resurrection and organized a group to come to the house for free.

It's a pity that he is still a blank slate, otherwise this wave of killing experience will not let him go no matter what.

…

The two of them walked down the mountain. To the east, an ordinary passerby passed through Dongwang County and came to the edge of the Xuanying Mountain Range.

As far as the eye can see, there are green mountains stretching all over the mountains and plains, covered with lush and shady trees, green and steep, and set off by wild flowers.

In addition to the towering main peak, there is also a green and shaded mountain range, full of elegance and elegance. It is a good place for an outing.

It is said that eighty miles to the west, there is a waterway running through the mountains, and fishermen will also like it.

“The mountains are nice…”

Lu Bei curled his lips slightly. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that every mountain had more spiritual energy than Sanqing Peak.

…

The Black Eagle Mountain Range is not a high mountain. The mountains have relatively gentle ups and downs. Only the main peak is full of strange rocks, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Bandits are entrenched in the dangerous throat. They are condescending and can easily detect the slightest disturbance.

Halfway up the mountain, a mountain village guards the only path to the mountain.

If there are a large number of officers and soldiers encircling and suppressing them, the bandits can calmly evacuate along the back mountain trail, break them into pieces and scatter in the vast mountains, and then return after the officers and soldiers leave.

If the encirclement and suppression officers and soldiers were just pretending, the bandits would stay behind closed doors and perform a show with them.

This was before, but it is different now.

Since the bandit leader Ma Feiwei hired a master named Zhu, and everyone made money together, the bandits' life became more and more comfortable.

The sky has not yet darkened, and the red glow fills the sky. In the open space in front of the cottage hall, braziers and torches are lit, and several large pots are simmering broth. The bandits are feasting. Except for the dozen or so people responsible for night watch, the rest All drink from large bowls.

In the hall, two chairs were wrapped in tiger skin.

The bandit leader Ma Feiwei and Master Zhu were sitting on the left and right respectively. One was tall and strong, with rough and strong features, while the other was big-bodied and round-waisted.

"Master, I'll do it first out of respect."

"Okay, you do it, I'm free to do it." The master raised his hand to touch the wine glass, his eyes never leaving the account book in front of him.

Ma Feiwei was not upset when he saw this. The bandits all thought that the master was invited by him. In fact, it was exactly the opposite. His success in escaping from prison and becoming stronger were all due to his master.

Moreover, the master's cultivation level is higher than his. If he really takes action, the master can easily send him back to prison.

Ma Feiwei didn't care about his status as a puppet but a legion in reality. The Zhu family of Dongwang County ruled the world with one hand, and many people who wanted to be their legs couldn't find a way.

A bandit quickly walked into the hall and reported: "Master, we have also searched the back mountain, but we can't find Uncle Master."

"Ignore him, he is nagging, maybe he will come out tomorrow."

Master Zhu shook his head slightly. Speaking of this long-lost young uncle, he had to lament that time was like a butcher's knife, killing him so much that he didn't even recognize him at first sight.

"I wonder where this old boy learned the art of divination. He is quite capable of deception."

Master Zhu was talking to himself, and Ma Feiwei spoke to him: "Master, uncle is missing. Could it be that he ran away?"

"What kind of drunken talk is there? It's just the Xuanyin Division. What's there to be afraid of from a dog raised by the Zhu family? How dare they bite the owner!"

Master Zhu shook his head in disdain. Compared with Xuanyin Division's sneak attack, what shocked him more was the reincarnation of the immortal. He died and lived again, and lived and died again, just like a monster.

"But……"

"It doesn't matter, I sent a letter to my family. After a little bit of work there, I will soon be able to get in touch with Ziwei. If Ziwei speaks, the little ones below won't dare to make mistakes." Master Zhu didn't waste any time and directly gave the message Ma Fei gave him a reassurance.

Speaking of Ziwei, Master Zhu called him bad luck.

Originally, there were three local Purple Guards in Ningzhou, and the East Prince's Mansion had a good relationship with them, and they had contacts during every year and festival. With this kind of relationship, no matter how big or small the matter is, Xuanyin Division will turn a blind eye and pass the ball to Huangji Sect.

It's even simpler for the Emperor's Sect. The godfather of Ningzhou's chief executive is named Zhu, and he's a member of his own family. As long as the Dongwang Mansion doesn't engage in rebel business, it's basically just a reprimand. Even if there is punishment, it can't hurt the muscles or move the bones. .

There are people on both sides, so everything is safe.

Who would have thought that Ningzhou Xuanyin Division had a drastic personnel transfer this year. One Purple Guard was transferred away a year ago, and the remaining two were transferred to the capital after the year.

And the two new Purple Guards...

It is said that one was a commoner who had made outstanding achievements and climbed up from the grassroots level step by step, and the other had connections in the capital and won the favor of His Majesty. He was directly promoted to the Purple Guard through an imperial edict.

After careful consideration, the Dongwang Mansion decided to establish a relationship with the latter first. The former was from a humble background and was originally a troublesome person. Such people generally have a hatred of the rich and are not easy to contact for the time being.

After a while, when someone falls, everyone will have a common topic.

Otherwise, the latter Purple Guard's status and class have destined everyone to be the same, and it is easy for them to join in the same deeds.

"How long will it take to contact the purple guard?" Ma Feiwei asked.

"Come on, we've sent someone to deliver the greeting gifts." Master Zhu replied casually, holding the account book.

"Why didn't I know about this?"

Lu Bei was surprised and stepped out of the side door screen. Regardless of the horror on their faces, he took out the token and said, "Xuanyin Secretary Ziwei, something has happened between you two. Only one of you can survive. You have to decide what to do."

Before coming to the village, he walked around the mountain and thought too much that there was no dragon trap here.

In this case, there is no need to keep a low profile, just show your identity and take people directly.

As he spoke, Lu Bei glanced at Master Zhu. In the middle stage of the Dan Bao realm, it is not even Dzogchen. Is this also called unfathomable?

He shook his head slightly and asked the dead soldiers to act more cautiously, but he did not ask them to be so cautious.

It's all the players' fault. In just a few days, even the brave and fearless dead soldiers have been infected by them.

Ma Feiwei was shocked and turned pale, and was about to pick up a knife to kill someone. When he heard Lu Bei announcing his home, his body trembled, his arms lowered, and his eyes turned to Master Zhu.

Master Zhu was also stunned for a moment, then he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "It turns out that you are Mr. Lu, whom I have admired for a long time. I am Zhu Minhong, a member of the East Prince's Palace."

If you practice the Dharma and respect the people, the country will be prosperous.

Poems are sensitive and respectful, and Jiacheng Yujin is the best.

The royal family has been passed down to this day, cultivating immortals and governing without hesitation. Emperor Wu Zhou was no more than the "Qi" generation, and the East Prince's Mansion had a great grandson per capita. This shows how thoroughly this line has fallen.

Lu Bei returned the gift with his hands raised, never forgetting to treat others politely, and said politely: "Are you done? Let's start now. I don't have many shackles on me. I can only take one away. Who of the two will die and who will live? You can take it yourself." Come up with an idea."

"Lu Ziwei, I'm under the East King..."

"I know, so what?"

Lu Bei waved his hand: "Don't talk about you being the King of the East, the emperor's sister is here, and Lu will be beaten whenever he wants, and he will sleep whenever he wants, so why are you putting this on my back?"