The two walked out of the hall back and forth and walked along the corridor.

It's just that they had just walked less than two or three miles, and the middle-aged Emperor Zhang Guo began to breathe a little bit, obviously a little weak in physical strength.

"You're only in your thirties, yet your body is so depleted? Take this small qi pill for now. Since you don't have spiritual roots, you should start cultivating your inner qi in the future and take care of your body. Otherwise, you may not live for five years." Ten years old." Zhang Chice turned his hand and took out a reddish elixir, and then used mana as a sword to cut it into four small pieces.

Essence Qi Pill is a pill made from the flesh and blood of a beast just after it became a monster, it can replenish a little mana of a monk,

Of course, for mortals, if the dosage is appropriate, it can also treat some hidden wounds and old diseases.

"Thank you, Third Uncle." Emperor Zhang thanked repeatedly, and after taking the elixir, he immediately swallowed one of the petals.

Seeing this, Zhang Chice pressed his hand on the man's shoulder, using his own mana to heal his body and dissolve the power of the panacea.

"Last time, I saw unwillingness and resentment in your eyes. Although it is well hidden now, it is still there. Why, don't you understand by now?" Zhang Shangce put down his hand and said calmly.

How can he who has lived for more than a hundred years and has already established a foundation not see this?

Unless mortals are the kind whose acting skills are so superb that they can fool themselves, there is actually no possibility of hiding in the eyes of monks who have established a foundation or above.

A person's mind can be reflected from his speech and behavior, and even subtleties such as eyes.

And this kind of attention is a quality that monks must have.

Without such a delicate mind, the practitioner usually cannot go too far.

Even if this kind of person is under the protection of others, he will form an alchemy or even become a baby, but in the future, he will most likely end up in an extremely miserable end in the calculations of other monks of the same rank.

Hearing this, the descendant of the Zhang family who was the emperor of the secular dynasty took a deep breath. Just when he was about to deny it, he met Zhang Shangce's extremely deep eyes.

Seeing this, he sighed instead, and asked in a deep voice: "Yes, I just can't figure it out! Could it be that if you don't have spiritual roots, you're not a member of the Zhang family? Why is the ancestor so partial?"

But Zhang Shangce was not angry, but asked with a smile:

"Then what do you think? People without spiritual roots in the world are destined to be unable to practice. Wouldn't it be good to enjoy wealth and honor for a lifetime? Ordinary world is sometimes much better than the world of practice. Maybe you are in the ordinary world under the jurisdiction of Xuanyuanzong. It's not clear yet. Do you know how big Nanzhou is, how big is the Three Realms, and how big is this realm?"

"This..." The middle-aged man hesitated.

"Actually, I don't know about this issue. However, Nanzhou is hundreds of thousands of miles across, and its territory is more than tens of thousands of miles. However, in such a vast territory, there are only a few hundred people like the ancestors. As for the demon cultivators, they are less than a hundred. You know that just a few months ago, a group of true kings in Nanzhou suppressed and killed the demon kings of the sea clan, and fought fiercely with Canggu Yangzhong for nearly two months. .If this kind of battle is placed in Nanzhou, just based on the aftermath of the fight, I don’t know how many mortals will be killed or injured. The ancestor didn’t participate too much in secular affairs, but to protect you and others. Don’t be a fish in a pond. And, the death is unclear. The old man just sees that you and I are fairly close in blood, so I just remind you." Zhang Shangce said leisurely.

High-ranking monks do not interfere with the ordinary world, but they are the best protection for ordinary people.

"After all, I'm a bit unwilling!" The middle-aged man sighed.

"People, once you get fame, you want to gain profit. Now that you have all the fame and fortune, you want to live forever. But is this longevity really that good? Even if you have spiritual roots, how long can you go in the end? The old man has been cultivating hard for a hundred years, and now he is just a monk who established the foundation. There are Jindan, Yuanying and even the realm of transforming gods. It is much more difficult. The order has been issued, and the most important thing at the moment is to do the errands well, but don't make any mistakes." Zhang Shangce walked forward slowly.

"Third uncle, what happened in Hengzhou to make such a big fuss?" asked the middle-aged man.

"Just move it a hundred miles away. You don't need to know too much about other things. You just need to understand that if you are slow, your life will be ruined. But besides the old man, the clan will send more than a hundred people to help you." Ce said with an unchanged expression.

As soon as the words fell, he waved his sleeves, and a small boat flew out from the cuffs, which swelled in the wind and turned into Zhang Xu long.

The old man tapped his toes lightly, and the whole person was more than two feet off the ground out of thin air, stepped on the flying boat, and flew towards the distance without looking back. The reason why he is so alienated from these mortal descendants is actually more because he doesn't want to experience more joys and sorrows.

It is said that a mortal has a hundred years, but sixty sixties, seventy are rare since ancient times, how many mortals can live for a hundred years?

But the lifespan of the foundation-building cultivator is more than two hundred. If he is really too entangled with ordinary people, he will inevitably experience too many joys and sorrows in life and death, and it will only waste his energy.

Not to mention the Jindan and Nascent Soul cultivators with a longer lifespan.

The biggest difference between monks and mortals is that they have unequal life spans, and this is an unavoidable fact. If the intersection is too deep, it will always be sad.

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Time flies, another half a month.

In the Misty City, a graceful female cultivator in a yellow shirt walked into the Misty Palace.

In the main hall, Luo Shan was sitting cross-legged on a futon, closing his eyes and resting his mind. He heard someone come in, and then he said slowly: "Xue Dan, what happened to the Resentful Huo Sha Valley? Huo Chan broke through the seal of that ancient town. Array?"

"No. But as you expected, the mortal spies stationed in Hengzhou have already heard the news, and now several nearby cities have begun to move. As for the valley of resentment~lightnovelpub.net~all None of the nearby disciples survived, and no news was sent out." Yi Xuedan laughed.

"No news is the biggest news. It seems that Xuanyuanzong is already making arrangements, and there is no need to send disciples there in the future, just to die. In a few days, when Xuanyuanzong is almost done with the arrangement, you will send The news of the fire of the false spirit spread throughout the three realms and even the barbaric regions overseas. If there is a dispute, we can take advantage of this to cultivate and live for a while." Luo Shan nodded and said.

"Are we really not going to fight?" Yi Xuedan frowned slightly.

"It's up to you how to fight? At this time, the old man hopes that Hongyuelou will not be able to help but kill a few. Then the pressure on our side will be less. The three of you should recognize the current situation. Situation! The old man’s current situation is not optimistic. Once he makes a move, if he hurts his vitality, he may not be able to survive Xuan Yu.” Luo Shan said calmly without even opening his eyes.

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PS: I've been busy recently, and the updates haven't been that concentrated, sorry!

Le Wen