Wrath of the Immortal

"Boy, you are so arrogant! You don't even take the emperor seriously."

"Hahaha, my third uncle is here, you are dead."

"Even if the king of heaven comes, he can't save you."

"..."

When Zhou Wuliu was terrified, he suddenly received a message from Zhou Sanpang and laughed immediately.

His eyes changed when he looked at Xiao Chen, as if he was looking at a corpse.

Xiao Chen didn't say anything, but looked up and looked into the distance. A figure walked quickly.

This person was Zhou Wuliu's third uncle, Zhou Sanpang, the commander of the Jinyiwei of the Great Chu State.

"Third uncle, this man insulted the emperor, kill him quickly..."

Zhou Wuliu ran to his third uncle and exaggerated.

After listening to his nephew's words, Zhou Sanpang looked puzzled and did not express his opinion immediately.

He always felt that this matter was strange and wrong.

Who dared to be so bold under the feet of the immortal?

It's okay to insult him, but he didn't even take the emperor seriously.

In today's world, there are not many people who dare to ignore Xiong Wuneng.

This kid in front of him either has a problem with his brain or has an unusual background.

Zhou Sanpang is not young anymore, and he is no longer impulsive.

He thinks that he should first figure out the matter before speaking.

"Bring the house deed here."

Zhou Sanpang snorted coldly and said to the old village chief beside him.

"Sir, the house deed is here."

Although the old village chief thought it was unnecessary, he still handed it over obediently.

Zhou Sanpang looked carefully, and when he saw the words on the house deed, his face changed drastically.

Damn!!!

Are you kidding me!!!

The words written on it turned out to be Xiao Chen.

Could it be that the kid in front of him is really Xiao Chen himself?

Yes, that must be the case.

Xiao Chen is in the village. If he knew that someone was impersonating him, he would have killed the other person long ago.

Now, the other party is not only safe and sound, but also dares to be so arrogant.

If anyone tells him that the other party is not Xiao Chen himself, he will not believe it even if he is beaten to death.

"Xiao Da..."

Zhang Sanpang walked to Xiao Chen tremblingly, and was about to call Xiao Daxianren, but was stopped by the other party's eyes.

He was so smart that he could see at a glance that Xiao Chen didn't want to reveal his identity.

There was no way, Zhang Sanpang could only bite the bullet and think about a solution that would satisfy Xiao Chen.

"Boy, your handwriting is really good!"

"Vigorous and powerful, with golden hooks and silver strokes!"

"If you take the imperial examination, you will definitely be the top scholar."

"..."

Zhang Sanpang chatted casually, but found that he had gone too far.

Hearing this, everyone was confused and confused.

Everyone thought that Zhang Sanpang had a problem with his brain.

Why did he talk about handwriting?

Zhou Wuliu was even more depressed. He wanted to remind his uncle not to talk nonsense here.

This kid insulted the emperor, so he should just kill him. Why say these nonsense?

Just when he was depressed, the next scene made him even more angry.

"I have no interest in being the top scorer in high school."

"I just want to live a plain life in this life."

"From today on, I don't want to be disturbed."

"..."

Xiao Chen looked calm and spoke slowly.

He believed that with Zhou Sanpang's brain, he would definitely understand the meaning of his words.

Zhou Sanpang was about to nod and agree to Xiao Chen's request, but something he didn't expect happened.

"You bastard, who do you think you are! How dare you speak so arrogantly!"

"Humiliating the emperor is a capital crime."

"I'll help you build a grave, and your life will be plain."

"..."

Zhou Wuliu jumped out and humiliated and cursed Xiao Chen.

"Shut up!!!"

Zhou Sanpang was furious and slapped Zhou Wuliu in the face.

"Uncle San, why are you hitting me?"

Zhou Wuliu covered his face and was completely confused.

He really couldn't understand why Uncle San hit him for no reason.

"Beating you is a light punishment. What's his last name? What's none of your business?"

"You attacked for no reason. What's wrong with this Taoist friend cursing the emperor in anger?"

"Even if the emperor knew about this, he would not blame this Taoist friend."

"..."

In order to calm the matter down, Zhou Sanpang said something that even he felt annoyed about.

When this was said, everyone around was dumbfounded.

Is this a mistake?

Insulting the emperor is a capital crime.

How come it became a trivial matter in Zhou Sanpang's mouth?

The old village chief and others were puzzled, but they did not dare to say what they thought.

Zhou Sanpang was in a high position and had great power. If he said that insulting the emperor was fine, who would dare to say that it was?

If this happened in the past, with Xiao Chen's personality, he would have slapped Zhou Wuliu to death.

Now, in order to become a god and to understand the life of mortals, he must try to accept it.

"You go back! Don't disturb us!"

Xiao Chen said calmly and turned to the kitchen.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist, no one dares to disturb you."

Zhang Sanpang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said this in a hurry.

After that, he led the confused people away at the fastest speed.

Everyone came to the old village chief's house, and Zhang Sanpang did not explain, but cast a spell.

Under this spell, all the memories about Xiao Chen were erased.

Zhang Sanpang gritted his teeth and hit the top of his head, erasing that memory.

From that day on, people only knew that there was a new foreign couple in the village, and no one knew their names.

As for Xiao Chen, he returned to the kitchen to help Wang Yuwei light the fire and cook.

After dinner, Xiao Chen picked up the bowl and chopsticks and went to the well to fetch water to wash the dishes.

"Xiao Chen, let me do it! One spell can make it happen."

Wang Yuwei came over, her eyes full of surprise.

She never thought that Xiao Chen's way of becoming a god would be so special.

"You can't cast spells!"

"Since you have chosen to enter the world, you have to do mortal things."

"If you still use spells, how can you feel the various aspects of life?"

"..."

Xiao Chen shook his head and stopped Wang Yuwei from casting water spells to wash the dishes.

Wang Yuwei's eyes flashed with doubt.

She seemed to be a little confused. Why did she have to do mortal things to feel the various aspects of life?

"I support you no matter what you want to do."

"As long as I can be with you, it's enough."

"I think that to truly enter the world, we must enter the world of mortals."

"You are responsible for making money to support the family, and I am responsible for cooking and taking care of the children!"

"..."

At the end, Wang Yuwei's pretty face turned red, and she lowered her head to play with the corners of her clothes.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, and continued to wash the dishes in his hands.

It was late at night, the moon was hanging high, and the light was scattered.

The two of them lay on the wooden bed like ordinary couples, unable to fall asleep.

After being a cultivator for so many years, they suddenly became mortals and could not adapt at all.

"Xiao Chen, mortal couples, should they be like that every night!"

Wang Yuwei plucked up the courage, suddenly hugged Xiao Chen, and asked in a low voice with a red face.

"Weiwei, mortal couples do do things like that."

"I do all this for the purpose of becoming a god, and to wake up Mu Xue."

"If I really do that, it will be very unfair to you."

"..."

Xiao Chen took a deep breath and said what he thought in his heart.

His mind was in a mess...

He didn't know whether what he had done over the years was right or wrong.

Especially what he did to Zhou Hanyun in the East China Sea.

Is it because he was infatuated and devoted, or was he too ruthless...

Maybe, he was wrong, wrong from the beginning.

As long as there is no regret and every relationship is taken seriously, it is not promiscuous.

Just when Xiao Chen thought of this, Wang Yuwei moved and suddenly threw herself on him.

"Many years ago, we missed each other."

"This time, I don't want to miss it again."

"Even if you don't love me, I want to take that step."

"..."

Wang Yuwei bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes determined, and slowly took off her gauze clothes.

This night was destined to be a sleepless night for the two of them.

From this day on, Xiao Chen's path to becoming a god began.