Chapter 58 Becoming a Immortal on Danglang Mountain
As the saying goes, if a person wants to gain something, he must first lose something.
In the practice of "Menjing", it seems that this principle of life is most vividly reflected.
Not to mention other weird restrictions.
Take the two "strangers" Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei as an example.
Feng Bei's hand was like a curse, conquering the sky and the earth, attacking relatives and friends, and its lethality was invincible. But she couldn't even do such a simple thing as "touch".
Mr. Zheng is even worse. He can create incarnations, soar through the sky and earth, and travel through ghosts and monsters. His consciousness is free, but his body is locked in a cage and he has lost his freedom.
What a theory of relativity.
Rest in peace, Einstein, the coffin is securely covered.
In Feng Bei's words, it is possible for the same person to master other [paths] simultaneously.
As long as you have time, as long as you can fully manage your time.
It’s just that Zheng Xiu doesn’t have this idea at the moment. The [Prisoner] is a natural stranger. A single incarnation can make the fighting beasts of the [Literati] class scream. After being promoted later, he might be able to beat the senior Xingxu Yueyan,
It is possible to hang it up and whip it, which shows that it has great potential.
The evil boy staying next to Feng Bei can indeed ignore the distance limit of [Wandering Soul].
Zheng Xiu felt that he had some vague connection with Feng Bei.
It's like entering a ghostly state.
Zheng Xiu originally wanted to ask about "Gui Xie", but after those words, Feng Bei's lonely back made Zheng Xiu not sure how to talk.
Maybe "lonely" is just something Zheng Xiu made up on his own.
Feng Bei didn't show much strangeness. After so many years, she was used to being alone.
But since Feng Bei stopped talking, Master Zheng could only go back to the carriage dejectedly and chat with Yue Yan.
There were two stops on the way. Zheng Xiu did not miss this opportunity and threw [Provocation] at the Dou Hao, making the opponent take the initiative. Zheng Xiu defended himself reasonably and beat the opponent several times.
Although Dou Xie was angry, he seemed unwilling to give up the killing moves copied in advance in the book.
Zheng Xiu guessed the "restrictions" of Dou Xie.
His abilities come from words.
Words can turn into abilities.
But this ability must be copied in advance. Once used up, it must be copied again.
Every time after beating Dou Xie, after Dou Xie lost a round of bala bala calligraphy, he was crying and bleeding from the nose, and had to write furiously and make up for his homework. That scene reminded Zheng Xiu of looking at his homework on the last day of summer vacation.
A naughty kid with nothing on his desk.
Except for [Intuition], which improves slowly, and [Coiling Dragon's Eighteen Slashes], which has no chance to be exercised, after a few rounds, [Bad Boy]'s other three traits have been trained to varying degrees.
[Inspiration (entering the palace)], [Boxing (boxing)].
What is most worthy of celebration is that [Provocation], with the help of Douxie, broke through the bottleneck in one fell swoop and rose to the level of [Proficiency], which sounds awesome at first glance.
[Provocation (Proficiency)] Your words, deeds, eyes and appearance are more likely to irritate others, making them feel disgusted, wary, angry, and even murderous.
[Provocation] has been upgraded to the level of proficiency. During the period when the trait is in effect, there is no need to talk nonsense, even the eyes can take effect, which is very practical.
Yue Yan and Feng Bei also found it strange that Dou Xie repeatedly "provoked" Master Zheng and was repeatedly beaten on the ground.
But when they saw with their own eyes that Zheng Xiu just said "I'm more handsome than you", Dou Xie picked up a book and performed magic tricks. They were amazed. In the end, they could only attribute it to the fact that the two had incompatible personalities and could not get to know each other without fighting.
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This is a fact. Brother Crab, what can you do if you don’t accept it?
When Yue Yan watched the two of them fighting, she didn't bother to try to stop them, and just ate melon seeds and watched the show.
The horses stopped and rested along the way, and the sun set on the other side of the mountain, reflecting the clouds in the sky.
According to the plan, we finally approached our destination before dark.
Xiangu Temple is a scenic spot in the local area. It is said to have a history of nearly a hundred years and has been built in the mountains since the founding of Daqian.
The name of the mountain is "Danglang Mountain".
There is a small town at the foot of the mountain with more than a hundred households, named Danglang Town.
When Zheng Xiu and others arrived at Danglang Town, the sun had not yet set. They were looking for an inn to store their horses. Feng Bei told the others: "Take a rest for a while. We will enter the mountain in half an hour."
Zheng Xiu patted Douxie on the shoulder.
The latter was so frightened that his whole body bounced a few inches.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Zheng Xiu kind regards.
Dou Xie himself felt baffled, why as soon as the other party made a sound, he couldn't help but want to hit him.
But I still can't beat it.
Dou Xie applied medicine on his face and the swelling disappeared. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you, Master Zheng, for your concern."
"Must, must."
Regarding high-quality wool, Zheng Xiu has always adhered to the concept of sustainable development.
After walking out of the inn, Feng Bei wanted to do things alone, but Zheng Xiu followed him shamelessly.
The ghosts around Feng Bei were not very large, so Zheng Xiu naturally did not dare to stay away.
Feng Bei only said that the young man entered the world for the first time, and he was frightened and didn't think much about it.
They separated in front of the inn and agreed on a time to go up the mountain. Zheng Xiu followed Feng Bei to a cloth village.
Zheng Xiu looked up and saw that it was not his own cloth shop, which made him feel uneasy.
Feng Bei entered the cloth shop and picked out a few pairs of ready-made silk gloves.
It wasn't until Feng Bei took out the cloth bag from his body and neatly stacked black silk gloves inside that Zheng Xiu realized how serious Feng Bei's reluctance to be in contact with others was.
Zheng Xiu, who knew the executioner of Fengbei well, pretended not to know.
But what was a little strange to him was that those hands could be protected with just a pair of ordinary gloves?
"Sister Fengbei, I want to buy a knife!"
Zheng Xiu didn't have any money with him, and this was not within the Zheng family's business circle, so Zheng Xiu could only shyly ask Feng Bei for money.
Eat soft rice but eat it hard, not shabby.
Feng Bei nodded and said it would be good if you had a weapon to defend yourself, so he happily bought an ordinary long knife for Zheng Xiu.
Now I can finally increase the experience level of [Eighteen Coiling Dragon Slashes].
The sun sets over the western mountains and the sky becomes dark.
There was still a little while before the appointed time. Feng Bei was worried that Master Zheng was weak, so he took Zheng Xiu to a noodle shop to eat noodles.
The noodle shop has a good business, most of them are locals, and people come and go.
The two found a corner and sat down, and soon the hot meat slices were served, dispelling the chill on the table.
The waiter, who had a greasy sweat towel on his shoulders, turned around and was about to leave. Zheng Xiu pulled him and pointed to a strange sculpture enshrined on the sacred tablet on the wall and asked, "Excuse me, what is that you enshrine?"
In fact, Zheng Xiu noticed it when he first entered the store, and even secretly passed an [Inspiration] without noticing it.
He was the only one working in the store. The waiter looked impatient, so Zheng Xiu slapped the few pieces of silver he had left to buy the knife on the table.
Feng Bei lowered his head to eat the noodles and remained silent.
"This young master doesn't know something." The waiter in the shop said forcefully after taking the money, rubbing his hands and smiling: "Look at the two masters, you are not local, are you? Do you know what town this is called?"
"Danglang Town."
"That's right! Look at that mountain, called Danglang Mountain. Our place has believed in Danglang Xianer since ancient times. Danglang Xianer is so miraculous. Don't believe it. Look at that mountain twenty years ago. Bandits were everywhere, and the world was in chaos. At that time, even the town master was so scared that he ran away. Later, a fairy girl said that she had a dream and said that our town would be safe and sound. Some people didn't believe it and ran away. Later, when the world was at peace, I saw that it was indeed a miracle!"
"That's it?" Zheng Xiu glared, now he's crazy?
There are so many outsiders like Zheng Xiu in the store, so he immediately sneered. He was about to ridicule, but for the sake of money, the waiter gave him a few words of advice: "If nothing else, I will tell you something that I saw with my own eyes."
"." The waiter pointed to a stall of hawkers opposite: "Did you see the couple opposite?"
Feng Bei was still eating noodles with his head down, eating very quickly.
Zheng Xiu followed the waiter's gaze and looked over.
It was a stall selling sesame cakes.
The stall owners are a middle-aged couple.
At this moment, the middle-aged woman was beating her husband with a stick and scolding her husband for his slow work. The husband's eyes were dull and he suffered silently, looking like an honest man.
A classic scene of a housewife beating up a tortoise husband.
Zheng Xiu turned around and wondered: "You mean, they are like this because they are not protected by the immortals?"
"Look at what you said, it's just the opposite!" The waiter smiled and said, "When I was just here, Lao Qiu, that is, that man, beat his wife every day, day and night. His temper was extremely explosive.
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Zheng Xiu was stunned.
Fengbei paused for a moment while eating noodles.
The waiter in the shop said to himself: "Later, his wife couldn't bear it anymore, so she went up the mountain to beg a fairy."
"In just seven days, Lao Qiu seemed to be a completely different person."
"Tsk, tsk, his explosive temper is gone, he works honestly and honestly, and his wife never retaliates when she is scolded. No, his wife was beaten badly before, but now it's the other way around."
An inexplicable chill surged up Zheng Xiu's back.
The waiter grinned: "Tell me, this is a doctor."
"Working, or not working?"
Zheng Xiu was silent.
He looked back at the God's tablet in the noodle shop.
The so-called "Danglang Immortal" they worship.
His eyes are slightly protruding, his cheeks are thin, his back is stooped, and his arms are long and sharp at the end, like a knife.