Tiandao doesn't work today

"This amulet is not for body protection, but for heart protection. It can protect your soul... Well, you don't have a soul. It protects your soul and brain." Mr. Feng said weakly.

Shen Leling smiled: "Yes, Yan Nu's soul has no protection. Last time at Chashan Castle, I could make you fall asleep with just one word."

"Thank you!" Yan Nu grinned and immediately sat on the ridge of the field to practice.

This time, he had two talismans that consumed his energy.

One green and one purple, one water and one fire, one yang and one yin.

Yan Nu infused it with true energy, and in just one breath, all the true energy was used up.

"So fast!" This was Yan Nu's thought.

Just as he was about to find grass, Shen Leling had already handed him a handful, which Shen Leling cultivated from grass seeds.

Along the way, Shen Leling collected a lot of grass seeds. After all, there was a big grass-eater like Yan Nu around him, and after the last war, there was no grass to eat.

As an 'expert at planting trees', Shen Leling was prepared to study more on the magic of growing Leymus chinensis.

"Huh!" After Yan Nu ate it, his energy was full and he had 4,687 years of skill.

"What a waste!" This is Mr. Feng's idea.

Most of the true energy is not stored by the two talismans of water and fire, but escapes and returns to nature.

Mr. Feng and Shen Leling, standing next to Yan Nu, could feel the vitality suddenly becoming stronger, and they quickly began to absorb it.

"Awesome!" This was Huang Banyun's thought.

He couldn't feel the vitality, but using the immortal cultivator's natal talisman to cultivate the vitality was outrageous in itself.

What was even more extravagant was that Shen Leling actually gave Yan Nu a handful of dragon's cud.

"Does Lian Chui cure Zhenqi require Dragon Cuo grass?" Huang Banyun couldn't help but ask.

"Yes... hmm?" Shen Leling reacted: "Dragon Cuwei?"

Huang Banyun said: "It's the grass you just handed him."

"..." Both Mr. Feng and Shen Leling stared at him in disbelief.

Huang Banyun looked solemn, thinking he was asking some question that he shouldn't have asked.

He immediately said: "Sorry, I'm too talkative. You don't need to answer. Just pretend I didn't ask."

"You..." Shen Leling looked at him with a very suspicious look.

Even his monkeys understood it, but Huang Banyun actually thought there was Dragon Cuo grass?

Huang Banyun thought that they felt that he had evil intentions, and said quickly: "I have no other intentions. Please don't misunderstand me. I will never ask about the exercises in the future."

Mr. Feng was relieved quickly: "There are no immortal cultivators in your family, right?"

Huang Banyun shook his head: "No...if you count me, I am the third generation of scholars."

Shen Leling also understood that Huang Banyun knew almost nothing about the spiritual world.

Therefore, he had no way to believe that a person could eat grass to refine his Qi. That was too outrageous. He could only choose to believe in the setting of Long Cuo Cao.

In this regard, the same goes for Oolong Old Dog. He didn't know anything about the Heaven-Defying Zhizi, and he had little knowledge, so he believed in the existence of Longcuo Grass until his death...

This is not actually stupid, but in their perception, it would be even more stupid to think that it is ordinary grass.

Regarding the grass ring, Oolong continued to explain it until his death. Huang Banyun firmly believed in this and thought that his monkey had picked up the dragon cud grass.

"Well, little friend, there are some things that you will gradually understand in the future." Mr. Feng smiled and did not explain.

He leaned next to Yan Slave with peace of mind, absorbing the vitality that Yan Slave released.

Shen Leling was also absorbing it and said: "It turns out that when Yan Nu cultivates, so much vitality is released..."

"It's a pity that absorption in this way has the worst effect. The energy dissipates too quickly and will be diluted into the entire world in an instant."

Mr. Feng muttered: "Next time, I should get him a formation and let him practice in the formation. Then the formation can absorb the energy he escapes."

Shen Leling tilted his head: "Do you know the formation? I don't know the formation. I heard it's very difficult."

Mr. Feng said in surprise: "What's so difficult about the formation? It's nothing more than the Qianyuan stars arranging in turns."

"Isn't it difficult? Don't be too pretentious! Are your formations very powerful?" Shen Leling recalled: "At first... I was discussing with someone, and the person said that ordinary people should not study formations."

Mr. Feng laughed dumbly: "He is right, but you have misunderstood it. It is difficult to learn the formation method. The biggest difficulty is that it is expensive."

"Expensive?" Shen Leling was a little confused.

Mr. Feng said helplessly: "A formation master who carefully prepares formation diagrams and arranges them with stones is not as good as a formation apprentice who takes gold and arranges them according to the diagram..."

"What's the truth?" Shen Leling couldn't figure it out.

Mr. Feng spread his hands and said: "Anyway, for this reason, why don't we tell ordinary people not to study formations? We can't afford it."

"The best formation in the world is in Penglai Island. The second formation in the world is in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor."

"Even human emperors can't even dream of finding Penglai Island, and even real immortals can't even dream of entering the Mausoleum of the First Emperor."

They chatted, and half an hour passed quickly.

In this half hour, Yan Nu practiced it eight times again, and his skill reached 9,134 years.

Because it has been born and died many times, the retraining speed of Taihuang Kung is faster than before, but not much faster.

But it's not enough if he doesn't practice it. The Qi of Taihuang Gong will not be recovered by eating grass, and without Taihuang Gong, the quality of his Qi will be two levels lower.

"No, the fire talisman and the water talisman are both full." Yan Nu said to Mr. Feng.

Mr. Feng moved his hand, and the fire talisman appeared on Yan Nu's chest. With a gentle touch, Mr. Feng felt so happy that he flew up.

"hiss!"

"What's the difference between this and taking elixir!" Mr. Feng was so excited that he swallowed two hundred pieces of mana in one go, and there was still some left in it.

Shen Leling also absorbed a wave of vitality and said brightly: "Didn't I tell you earlier? It's equivalent to taking an elixir..."

"Well..." After Mr. Feng accepted the vitality, he soon became depressed again.

Although the vitality is more abundant than many elixirs, the uplifting feeling only lasts for a moment and is not as long-lasting as the elixirs.

Mr. Feng's eyes dimmed and he said: "Unfortunately, vitality can only replenish mana. My origin has been damaged and cannot be compensated by incense..."

"Do you have any descendants?" Shen Leling asked.

Mr. Feng said bitterly: "No more... none of them are gone. The Zhang family has wiped out all of me."

"I was the first to be killed, so I had the opportunity to be sacrificed as a ghost."

"It was because I turned into a ghost that Zhang Tong spared my life and sealed me in the copper deed to guard the Zhang family."

Shen Leling asked: "Looking at your superb Taoist skills, you were probably not an unknown person during your lifetime, right? By the way, I always forgot to ask, what is your name?"

Mr. Feng proudly raised his hands: "Feng Xiu, Feng Junyou!"

"When I was fifteen, I became famous in the world. When I was seventeen, I went to the mountains to practice Taoism. I made friends with countless Xuanshi. I was known as the Hongnong Drunkard!"

However, the scene was silent. After a while, Shen Leling said, "Feng Junyou? I don't know him."

"..." Feng Junyou's eyes were filled with sadness.

Huang Banyun suddenly said: "Hongnong County?"

"Do you know?" Feng Junyou asked quickly.

Huang Banyun shook his head: "I have never heard that there is a noble family named Feng in Hongnong County."

"Alas! It has only been dead for fifty years, and no one remembers it?" Feng Junyou looked up to the sky and sighed, with a sad look on his face: "There is no more Hongnong Feng family in the world..."

Yan Nu patted him and comforted him: "Isn't it okay if I remember you?"

"..." Feng Jun thought to himself, "What's the use of this."

He stood sadly in the air, the moon was cold and the wind was clear, and he felt desolate.

The voice was full of resentment, like a ghost crying: "The old drunkard seventy years ago is no longer in the world. However, in the west wind one night, the autumn sound was all over the ground."

Yan Nu couldn't understand the poem and asked in confusion: "Why did the Zhang family destroy your whole family?"

Huang Banyun also asked: "Yes, what kind of hatred or grudges are there between the gentry? It is necessary to destroy the whole family? How can this kind of behavior be tolerated by the gentry?"

Feng Junyou shook his head slightly: "Actually, I don't know... The Zhang family has no enmity with my Feng family, and they were even family friends."

"Ah? Then why..." Everyone was a little surprised. There was no hatred, but everyone was killed?

Feng Junyou lowered his head and thought: "If you want to destroy a wealthy family, you usually need to eliminate all the monks first, and then destroy the secular heirs."

"Fifty years ago, when I was practicing Taoism in the mountains, Zhang Tong came to me for a drink. At that time, he was a level higher than me. Plus, since the two races have long-term friendships, I certainly wouldn't refuse."

"In the end, while he was drinking, he killed me... Also killed at the same time were several other monks from the Feng family, whose cultivation levels were not as good as mine."

"Then Zhang Tong asked my family to sacrifice me into a ghost. It took seven days for the incense to shape the ghost body. When I woke up, the Feng family had been wiped out, and the courtyard was dyed red with blood."

"Many people from the Zhang family, including Zhang Tong, were present at the time. When he saw me taking shape, he quickly refined me into a magical weapon."

"So the whole thing, to me, was like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. It came suddenly. When I came back to my senses, there was nothing."

"To this day, I still don't know why they killed my whole family. Maybe they practiced some evil skills?"

Everyone was angry, the Zhang family was too cruel.

First destroy the monks, then the clan members, and then train the people into ghosts.

They drank in a friendly manner until they died. This was entirely based on trust, and they killed others.

"Maybe it's because I have no hatred that I can get close to you and destroy you with trust..." Shen Leling murmured.

"How could this be possible!" Yan Nu's eyes were red.

Huang Banyun valued kindness the most and said angrily: "This Zhang family in Hua County is so cruel to people's lives that it's disgusting. They are simply unworthy of a human being!"

He is really not good at cursing. Not being a son of a man is already the most powerful word he uses to curse people...

Huang Banyun first saw Yan Nu with no clothes on and scars all over his body.

I knew it was probably related to the local Zhang family. It was not uncommon for some powerful men to bully the village and abuse their slaves.

But he didn't expect that the Zhang family broke through his imagination step by step. Whether they destroyed the entire Feng family or slaughtered people at will, they were already ignoring the law of the country.

"I want to destroy the Zhang family now." Yan Nu said straightforwardly.

Huang Banyun was shocked.

If there is strong oppression but the laws of the country cannot control it. Naturally, there will be people who can't stand the powerful people oppressing the people, so they kill the powerful people in anger and go into exile.

Huang Banyun's father was such a person. As a scholar, he was well-read in poetry and the art of war, but he could not become an official or a general. He could only earn a name as one of the Eight Heroes of Qingzhou in the world.

But even so, there is no saying that any knight can destroy a certain family.

In today's world, it is a world of aristocratic families, and every wealthy family has a huge involvement, including masters, apprentices, disciples, celebrities and friends, official connections, and this does not include the involvement in the spiritual world.

What can destroy one aristocratic family can only be another aristocratic family.

Yan Nu is just a commoner, trying to destroy the Zhang family is like poking a hornet's nest!

"Have you thought clearly? If the wealthy clan is destroyed, there will be no place for you in the world..." Huang Banyun looked at the black iron spear with some melancholy, and then at Yan Nu.

Yan Nu said firmly: "I never lie."

Shen Leling chuckled: "Okay, let's make fun of him together."

She was ruined, and she had long said that she would make the Zhang family regret messing with her.

Not to mention Feng Junyou, he directly said: "Destroy the Zhang family, I can die."

There is no place for a monster, a ghost, or a pariah. Everyone here wants to destroy the Zhang family, either because they have grudges or because they have blood feuds.

The only person who could stay out of the matter was Huang Banyun. Shen Leling looked at him: "I can take back the water drops in your body. You can leave anytime you want."

Huang Banyun raised his eyebrows: "No need to say more! Yan Nu saved my life and avenged me. He wants to destroy the Zhang family, and I will definitely follow him!"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" cried the monkey on his shoulder.

Yan Nu grinned: "Well, let's go and destroy the Zhang family together."

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p.s: Sorry.