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Volume 1, Yan Cunzheng, Chapter 256: A song about a good man

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    See the fastest update 256. "I don't" Zeng Xian shook his head to avoid it, but opened his mouth unconsciously, this breath, what is it?  As soon as the sweet-scented osmanthus cake entered your mouth, it suddenly turned into a pure and extremely soft spiritual energy, flowing through the limbs and bones.  This osmanthus cake is exactly the osmanthus cake made from laurel. It is made from bluestone and has no semicolon.  It is not a panacea, and its aura content is not very high, but it has a unique effect.  Removing the dead energy from the body and making the aura more pure has an incredible effect on breaking through bottlenecks.  As soon as the sweet-scented osmanthus cake entered his mouth, the spiritual power in Zeng Xian¡¯s body suddenly began to surge.  "I'll go with you." Xiao Shitou turned around and walked towards the three monks.  It took one step, two steps, three steps.  "You follow me." Zeng Xian's voice came from behind Xiao Shitou.  "Brother Zeng Xian!" Xiao Shitou turned around and ran back behind Zeng Xian.  "This kid hasn't suffered enough yet Ouch" The leader, who had just looked disdainful, covered his face, and a deep scar spread from his cheek, as if another mouth had grown.  "Go away, I won't say it a second time." Zeng Xian said coldly.  "This guy only has three axes ah!" As soon as the monk who was hit by a small stone said a word, another light flashed through.  The lightning sword still followed a trajectory as fast as lightning, and a severed hand flew out, spraying blood in the air.  At that moment, Zeng Xian suddenly realized, what is pride?  This is pride.  Because you have absolute strength, you have absolute pride!  Just now when he was kicked like a dog in front of these three people and covered in blood, even his pride was shattered.  But now, he wields his sword like the wind and kills the opponent like a dog. Only then can he truly feel what it means to be proud and proud.  "It's not the bones that are proud, but the sword" Well, let's not care whether his understanding of pride is correct or not, but now, at least he has it.  "Boy, wait!" Looking at several monks running away in panic, one of them did not forget to pick up his arm from the ground.  "Brother Zeng Xian, you are so awesome!" Xiao Shitou blinked his big black eyes with a look of admiration.  "How dare you say that, wait until I report this to Mr. Zi, and see if you will be grounded!" "Brother Zeng Xian, don't tell my brother, I will never dare to do it again!" Xiao Shitou pulled Zeng.  Xian begged pitifully at the corner of his clothes. He was a troublemaker. He had been caught by Zhu Zhu, Yan Laowu and others countless times before, always with this pitiful appearance.  Zeng Xian was so dizzy after being begged for help that he felt dizzy and defeated after a while. He could only nod his head and said: "Okay, I won't tell Mr. Zi this time. You can go back as soon as possible." "Thank you Zeng  Brother Xian!" Xiao Shitou replied loudly, turned around and ran away. I don't know where the little guy went. From the looks of it, he didn't look like he was going home.  Zeng Xian stood there for a while, then suddenly shook his head helplessly.  A gust of cold wind blew by, and Zeng Xian realized that his body was covered with dust and blood. He came to the river, took off his coat, and swayed in the water.  The Taoist robe was made of fine materials. Under his vigorous rubbing, the blood immediately melted into the water, leaving only some ugly marks.  There seemed to be something in his heart that dissolved in the water and gradually disappeared.  Everything that just happened was like a dream, indescribable and extremely unreal.  But the spiritual power pulsating in his body is real, and the wounds that have scabbed and even healed are real. This powerful self-healing ability shows that his power has surpassed his past self and reached a new level.  He twisted his clothes and put the wet clothes on his body. The cold clothes made him more awake, but his body worked spontaneously and instantly evaporated the moisture from the clothes. He washed his face and smoothed his hair.  , immersed in his own thoughts again.  Perhaps, there is no turning back, when Chu Zi Baifeng said, "Since you have decided to follow me, you can no longer betray me."  In his mind, he was being stepped on the ground by three monks, shouting that they were trash.  It will be a scene where he is majestic and kills everyone. ????????????????????? Confidence bursts into overflowing, and it seems that I really have that elusive pride.  After a while, I felt that I was a loser, and an unspeakable sense of frustration was entangled in my heart.  This kind of confusionHe had never felt this feeling before, and it seemed like he had felt it a long time ago.  When I first embarked on the path of cultivating immortality, I had that feeling of wanting to believe, but also unbelievable.  He doesn¡¯t know that this kind of psychology is a kind of self-protection instinct. He is worried that he will not be able to accomplish his great goal, setting up an obstacle for himself and making excuses for his failure.  Great achievers will break through this obstacle, while mediocre people will only fall here again and again.  He walked in a daze and suddenly smiled to himself.  "How can I really be proud if I can even refuse to pay back the money I owe people?" Yes, it's impossible, it's just my kind of person. ? Born as a hawker. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ??A repairman.  I have evaded the spiritual energy tax several times, and I guess I have been on the blacklist.  You can¡¯t even decide your own future.  What else do you expect?  At this moment, Zeng Xian heard a voice: "Please, I will definitely collect the spiritual energy tax this month. Please give me another chance" It was Di Zhong's voice.  Zeng Xian raised his head and saw three officers from the Prison Department surrounding Di Zhong. Di Zhong was like a hare surrounded by hunting dogs, wailing in despair. When he saw Di Zhong  At that time, Di Zhong also saw him.  Like a drowning man desperately grabbing a straw, Di Zhong reached out to him and said loudly: "Brother Zeng, Brother Zeng, please lend me some jade. I don't want to be kicked out of Xijing" Zeng Xian turned around subconsciously.  He just wanted to leave, but he didn't want to be kicked out of Xijing. He had already evaded the spiritual energy tax several times.  Sorry, I can't help you, Di Zhong At that moment, any pride and confidence were shattered by the cruel reality.  He is just a cultivator, a cultivator that everyone can step on. Those three guards are not even monks, but they can force them to almost kneel down.  "Hey, it's brother Zeng Xian." One of the three guards said doubtfully.  Hearing his name, Zeng Xian was a little confused. After taking a closer look, he found that this man did look familiar.  "Brother Zeng Xian, you don't know me anymore. I'm Xiao Zhang from the Prison Department. I'm the one who follows Deputy Shi Xun." There was a hint of fawning in the officer's smile. ?????????????????????????????? Zeng Xian recognized this person. There was indeed such a small officer beside Deputy Shi Xun. When he and they were escorting Qi Xunzheng, he ran forward and backward very diligently.  "It turns out it's you, Brother Zhang." Zeng Xian's confidence seemed to have returned vaguely.  "What happened to brother Zeng Xian? Did you get into a fight with someone?" Seeing that Zeng Xian was a little dirty, Officer Zhang asked, "If there's a fight, call our brothers!" "I helped Master Zi to do something." Zeng Xian said,  He wasn't lying. I don't know why. After his confidence came back, his intelligence slowly came back, and the panic just now disappeared.  "Brother Zeng Xian, do you know this Di Zhong?" Officer Zhang asked carefully.  "He's a friend of mine." Zeng Xian nodded and said.  "You see, this is really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple." Officer Zhang scratched his head in embarrassment, stretched out his hand to pull up the dizhong who was lying on the ground, patted the dirt on his body, and said, "Sorry, di Zhong  Brother, you told me earlier that you knew Brother Zeng Xian. Isn¡¯t that a misunderstanding?¡± After saying that, he said to another guard beside him: ¡°Give Brother Di a temporary household registration, so that no other brothers will know about it in the future.¡± After that,  After chatting with Zeng Xian for a long time, he confessed and left.  Zeng Xian stood there, watching the three guards walk to the corner, kicking open the door of a room, and carrying a shivering monk out of the house like a rabbit. An unspeakable feeling arose spontaneously.  The taste of absurdity.  "Brother Zeng thank you" Seeing Di Zhong holding the ordinary white book tightly with both hands and kneeling down with gratitude, Zeng Xian suddenly felt that his mood was waning.  ??The two people who were enjoying their lives while drinking and singing are now dead.  It¡¯s just that I have been reborn, where is Di Zhong?  Can he be reborn?  Where is the torch that can ignite the fire of his rebirth?  Zeng Xian suddenly lost the ability to speak. He patted Di Zhong on the shoulder and said, "Take care of yourself." Only then did he realize that he no longer belonged here.  They are already two worlds.  Zeng Xian turned around and strode away. The shabby Taoist robes had an unruly feel to them.  Walking, walking??He suddenly opened his voice and sang.  That was a strange piece of music that he heard from Zi Baifeng. He could not tell whether it was heroic or sad. He once wondered why Zi Baifeng had such sentiments at such a young age.  Today, I suddenly realized it.  "I'm so old. I've been depressed all my life, and my friends have been scattered. Only a few are left now! My white hair hangs three thousand feet in the air, and I smile at everything in the world. What can make you happy? I see how charming the green mountains are, and I don't expect the green mountains to see me like this. Love and  The appearance is slightly similar. A statue is scratching its head in the east window. Thinking of Yuan Ming's "Standing Clouds" poem, how can those who are deep in the river and seeking fame know the truth about the clouds flying in the wind?  I don't see the ancients, and I hate that the ancients don't see me. "Those who know me, Ersanzi." As they walked along, Zeng Xian went crazy in front of everyone's surprised eyes.  In the cracks of the door, in the courtyard wall, and in the woods, countless beautiful cultivators secretly watched Zeng Xian singing as he passed the market. They envied Zeng Xian's heroic spirit, wondered about Zeng Xian's publicity, and were surprised by Zeng Xian's insights, but they did not dare to  He just rushed out and chased Zeng Xian.  In this world, there are always many things that constrain people, making them afraid to pursue the right things and not dare to give up everything to pursue them.  I can only look at others through the crack in the door, feeling envious, jealous and hating.  Arriving at the back door of Zhizhengyuan, Zeng Xian knocked on Zi Baifeng¡¯s door for the first time.  The door opened almost immediately.  Zi Baifeng stood behind the door, with Xiao Shitou hiding behind him. Seeing Zeng Xian, Zi Baifeng smiled: "Good man Zeng Xiaoxian, you are finally back." Previous Chapter Return to Table of Contents Next Chapter
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