"How can there be a fool like you in this world?" Kong Qingxian was a little stunned. He couldn't believe that there was actually someone who would sell out his or her emotions for others. Then he seemed to have some emotion, "Forget it, I will just help you once, but it's not for nothing, you have to help me find something in the future" "What do you mean? You don't want my emotions anymore?" "I'll give you a discount this time, but you have to exchange it for something else." Kong Qing sighed inwardly. The boy's innocence and simplicity actually aroused his pity, a pity that should not have existed. He seemed to see his past self in the boy. He was also kind and simple back then, and even cared about the people. But what happened in the end? How could he end up like this? Who in the world still remembers him back then? Who still remembers the extremely talented Kong Qingxian and how high-spirited he was back then? The Supreme One cuts off the six desires and destroys them, with all the empty emotions stepping on the sky!
There are tens of thousands of cultivators in the world, but only I can be called an immortal! When I was young, I sought peace of mind, but once I became enlightened, the world went crazy. The immortal road appears for the first time, and all seven emotions are severed, and the devil peaks in the sky overwhelm the world. "What do you want me to look for?" Jiang Zheng was curious. He knew that he didn't have anything valuable on him, but he was still happy in his heart. It was always good for the other party not to care about his emotions. To be honest, if he really had to exchange his emotions for something, although he would not regret it, he would be afraid deep down. "You don't need to know now. I will tell you later. But if you dare to default on your debt, I have plenty of ways to punish you!" Kong Qingxian threatened. "I will definitely do what I promised you. How can a scholar go back on his word?" Jiang Zheng patted his chest and assured. "Well, your study was not in vain." After Kong Qingxian finished speaking, Jiang Zheng's eyes began to become shocked. I saw wisps of dark red mist rising from his body and slowly condensing in front of him. It turned into a blurry figure. He plucked up the courage to touch it with his hand, but found nothing! The other person was like a ghost that had emerged from his body, with its lower body still connected to him, which made him feel very magical. But the next moment, Jiang Zheng's hair stood on end and his pupils shrank in fear. The dark red mist in front of him turned into a young man who looked exactly like Jiang Zheng! There was a strange smile on the other person's lips, three parts teasing, three parts cruelty, and the rest was all coldness. It looks extremely scary, even a little eerie. "You...you are Kong Qing? How come you look like me?!"
Jiang Zheng was sweating all over. He had never seen such a scene before, and he had never even heard of it in books. “You are too timid” Kong Qingxian spoke, and his voice was exactly the same as Jiang Zheng's, with a very disdainful tone. "Hehehe... It's not that I am like you, but that you are like a demigod. You will know it later..." After saying that, he opened his mouth and spit out a round bead. In an instant, bursts of strange fragrance filled the room. Jiang Zheng just took a light breath and immediately felt relaxed all over. "Take it, it's a bargain for that old guy. Even if he sacrificed his life, it wouldn't be worth this precious pill." Kong Qingxian waved his hand, and the bead in the air floated towards Jiang Zheng. Then the red figure dissipated into dark red mist and returned to his body. Jiang Zheng looked at the bead in his hand and found that it was half the size of his palm and a little smaller than an egg. The surface is extremely smooth, with a mysterious pattern on it. The whole body is white and translucent, and even emits bursts of milky white halo. The closer he got, the more refreshing the fragrance became. Just by smelling it, Jiang Zheng suddenly felt relaxed all over, and all his fatigue was swept away. "What is this?" Jiang Zheng's eyes lit up as he asked curiously. Needless to say, this is definitely a top-notch treasure, definitely more valuable than the red cloud grass he has been raising for more than a year. "Hehe..." Kong Qingxian smiled proudly, "This is a precious pill above the spiritual pill, the [Great Grade Huitian Pill]. If this one pill were to fall into the wild, it would be enough to cause a bloody storm. This is something that many cultivators dream of." "Having this pill in hand is like having half a life. What do you think this is?" "So powerful? Something that even immortals would fight for?" Upon hearing this, Jiang Zheng couldn't help but pay more attention to the beads in his hand, for fear that they would fall to the ground and be broken. "Immortal shit!" Kong Qingxian said disdainfully: "There are tens of thousands of cultivators in the world, but I am the only one who dares to call myself an immortal!" "Boasting," Jiang Zheng thought to himself, and asked again: "How do I use this? Will it heal my grandfather's wounds if I give it to him?" "Eat? You still want to give him food?! Does he have the life to do so in ten lifetimes combined?" Kong Qingxian was about to collapse. After talking for so long, did this boy listen to a word he said? So he could only helplessly say: "Get a bowl of water, soak the pill for a while, and give it to that old man to drink." "Will this work?" Jiang Zheng felt it was a little unreliable. "You are questioning me! I promise that the medicine will cure your disease. Get out! Get out now!" Kong Qingxian was almost pissed off by Jiang Zheng. He had lived for countless years, but was actually questioned by a young boy. If he lived forever, anyone who dared to show him a questioning look would be killed! It's like a tiger in plain land is bullied by a dog, a dragon in shallow water is bullied by shrimps (눈‸눈) Jiang Zheng smiled awkwardly, carefully placed the pill on the bed, and then walked out of the house. In the silence of the night, cicadas occasionally chirp outside the window. Su Ning'er was guarding the bedside, while Jiang Dashan was sitting beside him, with his head down, sighing from time to time.
Jiang Youcai really couldn't sleep. He stared at the couple beside the bed, feeling helpless. He knew his own body. When he was young, he was severely injured by a monster and it was lucky for him to survive. Now he could not use his cultivation easily. Even his health is deteriorating day by day, and he is afraid that he won't be able to hold on for much longer. His only wish now is to see Jiang Zheng join a sect and pursue the truth in peace. In order to leave a path for the Jiang family's descendants to cultivate immortality, he was well aware of the misery of mortals, so he was unwilling to see his descendants suffer cruelly because of their weakness. As long as this continues from generation to generation, their descendants will always be able to produce a great monk and revitalize the family. In this way, even in the afterlife, I can rest in peace. "Grandpa, Dad, Mom" At this time, Jiang Zheng pushed open the door and walked in. "Zheng'er?" Jiang Dashan. Suninger: "You are not needed here, go back and have a rest" Jiang Youcai: "Go to sleep, Grandpa is fine" "I'm not tired, I just came to see grandpa," he said, and then he looked at the porcelain bowl on the table. “I’ll get some more water.” "No, grandpa is not thirsty, there is still water in the bowl," Jiang Youcai refused. "I'll get some more," Jiang Zheng said, then he picked up the bowl and walked out of the house. However, this action seemed a bit strange to everyone. "It smells so good, do you smell anything?" Su Ning'er sniffed the air around her, her brows relaxed, and she felt relaxed both physically and mentally. "Yes, I smelled it too, and it felt very comfortable." Jiang Dashan nodded, also feeling relaxed physically and mentally. Then he thought of something and said, "Is it coming from Zheng'er?" Su Ning'er glared at him angrily, as if she was still angry about his silence and cowardice just now. The latter sighed and lowered his head again. Jiang Youcai also smelled a strange fragrance. He looked in the direction where Jiang Zheng left, squinted his eyes, and felt that his grandson seemed a little abnormal. After Jiang Zheng added some water into the bowl, he went straight back to his room. He carefully picked up the pill on the bed and put it into the bowl. Then he observed quietly, and soon, wisps of milky white mist seeped out of the pill, dissolved into the water, and disappeared. "Almost done, return the pills to me." After a while, Kong Qingxian's voice sounded in Jiang Zheng's mind. "Didn't you give me the treasure? Why do you want it back?" Jiang Zheng held the pill in his arms as if guarding against a thief. "When did I say I was giving it to you? I was just borrowing it for you to use."