His master's cold and ruthless response made Feng Bingwen feel even sadder. He couldn't help but wonder when his master had become so unkind, even though he was clearly not like this at the beginning.
He still remembered that when he first met his master, he saved his master's life. Well, he greatly slowed down his master's recovery time, and then he got the opportunity to give guidance.
That was the beginning of Feng Bingwen's real rise and transformation. In that short period of one month, Feng Bingwen was led by his master to officially embark on the path of spiritual practice. He no longer was ignorant and passively used the power of the dragon beads.
I remember that his master was still very enthusiastic at that time. No matter what kind of questions he asked, he could answer his doubts very calmly.
How can I be so arrogant as now, it's like I have practiced the legendary supreme forgetfulness.
Of course, this kind of practice method that abandons human nature and conforms to the way of heaven is abandoned by monks. Even if it can improve the efficiency of practice to a certain extent and even make up for some of the flaws in talent, few people can do it. After all, there are no seven emotions and six desires.
This immortality doesn't mean much.
"Master, I want to ask you for the method of practicing the incarnation of Dharma!"
His master was so clean and tidy, Feng Bingwen did not mess around, so as not to delay his master's practice.
"..."
There was silence among the seals. Feng Bingwen did not continue to harass, but waited patiently.
"Come to my blessed place!"
Soon, Feng Bingwen received the reply he wished for.
"Which blessed place are you at? I'll go see you right away!"
Feng Bingwen's eyes shone and he stood up impatiently. As for the monkey head on the side, he continued to ignore it.
He had no choice but to let this monkey into his Sumeru Blessed Land. He felt that those little humans would have no way to survive. This monkey's temperament was already too eccentric. If this monkey were to enter, God knows how many little humans would be in trouble.
"master!"
"I'm going to see my master. I'll talk about your business later!"
Feng Bingwen walked out of the Taoist Palace, and at the moment he walked out, a golden rainbow spread from an endless distance, and finally stopped at Feng Bingwen's feet, turning into a spacious avenue of golden light.
"Yuan Sheng!"
Feng Bingwen stepped on the golden rainbow and looked back at the monkey chasing after him, with an embarrassed smile on his face.
"My master has invited me for something, but I have no choice but to take the first step. Don't rush your matter. I promise you that I will do it naturally. Don't worry!"
After a few casual words, Feng Bingwen stepped onto the golden rainbow and disappeared in an instant, leaving behind the grinning monkey and a group of followers who rushed over.
"Master, is this your blessed place?"
At this moment, Feng Bingwen, who had let go of his followers, stood on the top of a majestic fairy mountain, looking enviously at the giants moving below, with a faint green lemon smell filling the air.
"Um!"
Right next to Feng Bingwen, a young Taoist priest who looked about the same age as Feng Bingwen, dressed in simple clothes, was sitting cross-legged on a slanting Thuja tree, feeling a sense of tranquility.
The natural way of doing nothing and not competing with the world is revealed!
"I wish I had a heavenly father!"
Feng Bingwen looked at the giant below and said sourly, his eyes slightly red.
There is no way, they are both blessed lands, and the difference between the blessed land he was assigned and the blessed land owned by his master is too big to be compared at all.
Although Feng Bingwen learned from the Taoist Master that the blessed land assigned by his master was home to a tribe of giants with no more than a thousand people, Feng Bingwen didn't pay much attention to it at that time. After all, for the human race,
Anyone who is about one foot tall can be called a giant.
But today Feng Bingwen shamelessly entered the blessed land run by his father and master, and saw what the giants there looked like!
It's not high, just 100 feet per capita. It might be a little short of being able to carry the sea, but with a few people, there's no problem in flattening a few mountains easily.
If any of these giants picks out one of them at random, even if it is a cub that looks like a child and does not have all the teeth, just throw it into his Sumeru blessed land, and if nothing else, he can easily destroy several countries.
No problem.
What is a gap? This is called a gap!
They also allocate blessed land. His master has a heavenly father, and a group of giants who are suspected to have ancient bloodline are directly stuffed under him. After the Jiazi period is over, they can even take away some of them.
And what about him? He was assigned a group of villains under his command. Although the number was large, there was no advantage other than quantity. After decades of hard work and hard work, it was very possible that he would not be able to compare with his master.
Catching fish for a period of time.
There is no way, the gap between races is really too big. Although it is not insurmountable, the price that needs to be paid to make up for this gap is too great.
How can a little man with a height of only three inches defeat a giant whose average height is a hundred feet?
almost impossible!
Looking at the giants moving in the mountains, Feng Bingwen's eyes became more and more strange. Each of these giants was like a furnace of blood and energy. Even if they did nothing, the aura they exuded could distort the void.
Feng Bingwen looked extremely envious. This group of giants definitely had a very good bloodline. Even if they did nothing, they could still compete with the immortal monks.
"Gene Era"
What makes Feng Bingwen envious the most is that his master can select some of them and pay them to his guests.
In such a comparison, those villains in his blessed land who are not even as good as figures are simply indifferent.
How much resources did he have to put in and how much energy did he have to spend to prevent those little guys from being blown away with a single punch when they faced the giant that his master was sitting on?
Oh, no, the prerequisite for the explosion is to let those giants see it. To those giants, a three-inch villain is no different from dust and can be ignored.
"Um!?"
Hearing Feng Bingwen's sour voice, the young monk sitting cross-legged on the Thuja cypress turned his head in confusion.
"What are you talking about?"
"Master, do you know what kind of ethnic group lives in the blessed land I was assigned?"
Feng Bingwen said in a faint tone, his eyes already a little blue.
He was thinking that if he relied on his status as the founder and only disciple of his master and asked for it, there was a slight possibility that his master would ask for it, and he wouldn't want more than a few giants.
Ninety-eight people will be enough. He doesn't know whether this number is correct, but he knows that this number can definitely ensure the continuation of the bloodline of a ethnic group!
Of course, Feng Bingwen also knew that he was thinking nonsense. Even his master might not be able to take away nearly one-tenth of this giant clan, let alone him.
"What ethnic group?"
Zhao Junxian's head had been turned back, and his eyes were empty, looking at the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in front of him, as well as the giant tribes that lived and thrived in them, and the wild relics that they used for hunting and preying.
"Little humans!"
As he spoke, Feng Bingwen gestured with his hands, revealing a bit of grievance in his words.
"Three inches tall little man!"
"Three inches?"
Zhao Junxian, who originally had a look of indifference on his face and felt the Taoist charm everywhere in the blessed land, was also shocked. He turned his head in surprise, and then he looked down at a giant who was walking down the mountain with a height of 180 feet.
, and then I understood why my apprentice was like this.
"Since they can enter the blessed land, there must be something special about these little humans!"
"There is something special indeed. Their qualifications are similar to those of the human race and they can practice. It took me ten days to collect sixty-five villains who have the qualifications to become immortals!"
Feng Bingwen told the truth about the situation of his blessed land.
He had no other meaning, he just wanted to show off his misery and inspire his master's sympathy and desire to lick the calf. If possible, Master Jia felt that he was in such a miserable state, so he asked his immortal father to
, maybe help him find a better place.
"Sixty-five, this is pretty good!"
Zhao Junxian nodded, and the astonishment on his face gradually faded away. This was the right thing to do. Being able to sneak into the Taoist Blessed Land, there must be something special about it.
"Master only has the qualifications to become an immortal, not an immortal. The number of people who can truly unleash this potential is probably less than one tenth!"
Feng Bingwen said sadly, he really felt miserable.
Talent only determines the upper limit of a person's ultimate achievement, but in fact, most people spend their entire lives unable to reach this upper limit.
"Time is still short. You will definitely be able to find more talented villains in the future. After training them, you will naturally have useful power in your hands!"
Zhao Junxian said casually that he actually didn't pay much attention to these, including the giants below who made Feng Bingwen greedy and even his eyes started to glow green. He didn't care much, after all, his father was an immortal king!
Apart from anything else, he knew that in the hands of his heavenly father, there was a divine army composed of gods. Those divine generals were not incense gods who would become weak without the incense sacrifices of mortals. They had serious orders.
The god of mountains and rivers.
There is no way, the immortals can open up a cave, if they are willing, it is not difficult to mass-produce a group of landscape gods. Compared with these, even these giants with long bloodline are not enough.
"..."
Hearing what his master said, Feng Bingwen resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He felt like a hungry man who had been hungry for several days, watching the rich young man in front of him telling him why he shouldn't eat minced meat.
So what if he worked so hard to train those little people with good qualifications, but it wasn't enough for the giant who just walked past them to slap him in the face. The gap between the races was so big that he despaired.
"I shouldn't have asked the Taoist Master to choose for me in the first place, I should have chosen it myself!"
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but murmur to himself. Originally, he didn't have such sentiments as resenting his wife, but after seeing his master's blessed land, he changed his mind. There was nothing he could do, the difference was too big.
When he is old enough, it is difficult for him not to think about whether he is missing a heavenly father compared to his master?
The No. 1 Immortal Sect in the Taoist sect, turns out to be engaging in nepotism behind the scenes. Of course, the most annoying thing is that because he started out in a short fashion and now does not have strong thighs, he cannot engage in nepotism, so the Taoist master follows reasonable procedures.
"Did the Taoist master help you choose the blessed land you are in charge of? I think it's good!"
"Yes, I should choose one of the two. I should do it myself. I haven't asked what kind of ethnic group lives in the other blessed land that I can choose!"
Feng Bingwen felt that his Taoist master had betrayed his trust in him. Any other ethnic group would be better than the small human race. Anyway, any ethnic group that could sneak into the Taoist blessed land had its own unique features.
"Are you choosing one of the two? That's a coincidence. When I was a teacher, I also chose one of the two!"
Hearing Feng Bingwen mention Taoist Master, Zhao Junxian suddenly started talking about it.
"But I made my own choice and didn't let the Taoist master do it for me!"
"Master, you chose this blessed land back then, so what's going on with the other blessed land for you to choose from?"
Feng Bingwen asked curiously. Even though he knew that the situation would be very shocking, he couldn't control his restless curiosity. He wanted to know how degenerate and corrupt this dignified human race's No. 1 Immortal Sect would be.
"The second blessed place for me to choose was called Wanlong Pond. It was a vast ocean with few places to stay. The water vapor was too heavy, so I didn't like it very much, so I chose this place.
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"Wanlong Pond?"
Just by hearing the name, Feng Bingwen knew that this blessed land that was despised by her master at that time must be a hundred times more powerful than the Xumi blessed land that he currently controls.
"This name comes from Hu Nongren. Don't worry about it. There isn't even a real dragon in it!"
Zhao Junxian had a look of disgust in his eyes, and explained to his apprentice that there was no need to feel bad about it, Lilliput was really quite good, at least he thought it was quite good.
"Even if there are no real dragons, there must be dragons, and there are not a few of them!"
Feng Bingwen said quietly, he has clearly seen the corrupt and degenerate world, nepotism is everywhere, and the Supreme Immortal Sect, this holy land of immortality, is not exempt from vulgarity.
"There are only a few hundred dragons in it. There are also some dragon species thrown in to make up the numbers. They are actually some big snakes. The Wanlong Pond is purely created by Hu Nongren. I don't know which senior ruined the blessed land left by the Taoist Master.
This look!"
Zhao Junxian had a look of sadness on his face, which made Feng Bingwen feel scratched in his heart. When the master put the option of Wanlong Pond in front of him, he must have chosen it with his eyes closed.
He has never seen anything good, and he doesn't dislike Wanlongchi, which is useless even for real dragons!
"Okay, master, let's get down to business. Stop showing off to me about your fairy father!"
Feng Bingwen raised his hand and pressed his chest. It's okay. There are still some good aptitudes among the villains. They have practiced to the extreme and have never been able to kill gods and demons one day.
"When did I show off to you about my father?"
Zhao Junxian frowned and asked.
"Although you didn't mention a word, you said it in every sentence!"
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