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Chapter 258 The Man Who Carries Half the Fortune of the World

These few words of Shen Ming today can be regarded as making him feel better in the future, but what really tortured Xue Qing was that bitter stepmother.

"It's time for me to go back. I'll be scolded again if I'm late."

Xue Qing smiled wryly, looked at Shen Ming and said seriously.

"If I really have no way to leave Chang'an in the future, please take my place and go see the world."

Shen Ming hugged Xue Qing.

"Don't worry, brother, I will definitely take you to see the world, with my own eyes, to see the vastness of this world."

"Actually, I don't expect much of that. Among all people, I have no talent, no ability, nothing. After ten years of practice, I still can't break through in the Qi training period."

"I don't have the ability to lead troops to fight like Quan Chao."

"I don't have Lin Tao's courage to study and become a saint, let alone your talent."

"Even if you are in the outside world, you will probably be bullied."

"In my whole life, I may not be able to break through the Qi training period. I will always be in this state, and I will be unable to move an inch. I have tried to practice hard, but day after day, year after year, it is not as good as others' cultivation results in a few days."

"No way, this is life."

Shen Ming didn't know what to say. Xue Qing's two older brothers had talents in cultivation that were indeed different from ordinary people. As early as two years ago, they had stepped into the fairyland.

But Xue Qing really doesn't have much talent in cultivation.

Different from Shen Ming back then, Shen Ming was completely unable to cultivate, probably because the origin of the world was different, but Xue Qing's cultivation speed was extremely slow.

"It's okay, everything will be fine."

"Don't worry, no matter what time it is, I will be there."

Xue Qing left, and returned to Xue's house alone.

The sun was setting on the western mountain, and the sky was all yellow. Shen Ming was sitting at the window, watching the setting sun outside the window. This kind of tranquility could only be experienced in Chang'an City.

Three years.

Three years later, Xie Jianxian came back to take his own life.

Shen Ming didn't know what to say, that Immortal Xie Jianxian seemed to be sick, there were so many swords in the sword mound, if he threw out one, what could he do, he insisted on killing him.

But Shen Ming was not in a hurry.

It's useless to think so much now, what if I worry about it every day, but Xie Jianxian suddenly thinks about it, what should I do if I don't kill him?
Besides, even if Xie Jianxian wanted to kill him, he couldn't stop him.

Therefore, in the following days, you should eat, drink, and don't care about anything.

Just when Shen Ming was lost in thought, Tao Hua Niang walked to Shen Ming's side and rubbed his little head.

"Some things have to be faced. The sword you took from the sword mound is just an introduction."

"Do you believe in fate?"

Peach Blossom sighed.

"Xie Jianxian once told me that in this world, there is one person he must kill, because that is fate."

"Liu An went to die for you, because he knew that the moment you picked up the sword, you were destined to have an inevitable life-and-death battle with the evil sword fairy."

Shen Ming lowered his head, fate, what exactly is it?
Liu Ping once said to him, fate.

The Northern Emperor also once said that everything is due to fate.

But what exactly is that.

Now, Taohuaniang also said to him, fate, everything is because of fate, Shen Ming was silent.

Could it be that he came to this world because of fate...

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's here, let it be. After three years, it depends on which side fate is on." Shen Ming shrugged, but he became curious about Peach Blossom's identity.

Able to have a direct dialogue with Xie Jianxian.

What kind of existence is that Peach Blossom Girl?

"Evil Sword Immortal, a man who carries half the luck of the world is not as simple as you imagine."

Carrying the luck of half the world?

Shen Ming was slightly taken aback.

"On the day Xie Jianxian became an immortal, when he turned back from the immortal gate, he took half of the world's luck. Since then, the cultivation of monks in the world has become more and more difficult."

"If he dies."

"The luck of the world will be fed back. I am afraid that it will be another unprecedented prosperity."

"There are still many people who, because of the existence of the Evil Sword Immortal, have forcibly suppressed their cultivation at the peak of Immortal Realm and dare not take even a step forward."

"There are even some sword masters who simply abandon their swords."

"So far, Liu An is the only one who dares to take that final step to compete with Xie Jianxian."

"Hey, it's a pity. In the end, it was still so short."

Tao Huaniang sighed, cleaned up the food leftovers on the table, Shen Ming drank the last sip of wine, and left the mandarin duck building.

A Northern Emperor left, and another Evil Sword Immortal came.

"It's too difficult for me." Shen Ming helped his forehead.

The construction of the project is in full swing, and it should be completed in four or five days.

Shen Ming is quite looking forward to this. If the effect is good, then he will invest a large amount of money in the construction, but if the Shen family only pays for it unilaterally, it will be a bit of a loss.

We have to find a way to win over some investors.

In the next few days, apart from occasionally going to see how the building was being built, Shen Ming would go to the Erha of Wang Butcher's house to chat about his feelings.

The relationship between the two brothers is heating up.

"Brother Ha, are you really a breed native to this world?" Shen Ming was a little puzzled. Shen Ming had seen many dogs in the entire northern border, but Erha was the only one.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Shen Ming didn't understand what Erha was talking about, anyway, the two of them were just chatting with each other.

After clearing the daily tasks for a few days, occasionally refining the elixir, the rest of the time, Shen Ming wandered around Chang'an City, in a good mood, the third prince and the others were recuperating in Luoxing City, and handed it over to the third prince. I am very relieved.

Shen Ming plans to stay at home for a year first, and then go on a long trip, aiming at the West Pole.

Before he knew it, Shen Ming walked to Lanxi Temple.

He thought of that time, when his life was hanging by a thread, it was the little monk in Lanxi Temple who saved his life by knocking wooden fish and chanting sutras.

That strange monk doesn't know how the past three years have been.

Shen Ming knocked on the door, but no one answered.

So Shen Ming pushed open the door and walked in. As soon as he stepped into Lanxi Temple, he immediately felt an extremely heavy feeling, as if the sky was pressing on him.

I feel even more inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Why, it's still like this..." Shen Ming's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He originally thought that with the improvement of his cultivation, the original feeling would gradually weaken, but who knew, it was far more intense than when he first came here.

Shen Ming felt that it was a bit strenuous to stand up, his body was constantly stepping down, and he might get down at any time.

At this moment, the little monk in Lanxi Temple walked up to Shen Ming, looked at Shen Ming with those clear eyes, and clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha……"

(End of this chapter)