After 300 years of cultivating immortals, he suddenly discovered that he was a martial arts man

Immortal kings are everywhere, and there are countless fierce beasts!

Even a child who only knows how to drink animal milk has a strength of several million catties.

Although the figure that fell from the sky just now looked like a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, who can guarantee that he does not have earth-shattering power?

What if it is the son of the emperor of heaven who pretends to be in the lower realm... No, what about experience?

With a small body of only the sixth level of Qi refining, I definitely can't handle it!

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[Because the novice space wanders in the gaps of the heavens and worlds, it often comes into contact with different heavens, places and planes. The space rules of some planes are unstable, and there will be a phenomenon that creatures fall through the gaps and fall into the novice space.

[Such creatures who accidentally leave the original world will be attracted by the return of the original world, and will leave after twelve days at most and return to their original world. 】

"So it is."

After Cui Heng heard the system's explanation, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

Even in the time and space of high-level Xianxia, ​​there must be low-level planes.

For example, what is the mortal world, the human world and so on.

Generally speaking, the space of this low-level plane is mostly unstable.

He who has read novels knows these things well.

Moreover, after relaxing, he realized that this was a novice space, and he would not suffer any harm here.

Even if you fall into the real boss, it seems that there is no problem.

After thinking about it, Cui Heng felt completely relaxed.

He walked into the farm and carefully observed the figure falling from the sky.

This is a little boy who looks to be only twelve or thirteen years old, with ordinary appearance, ragged clothes, dark skin, skinny and skinny.

There is still a crooked ring scar on his head, he looks like a little monk.

But he has grown a lot of hair.

"Hungry, so hungry, so hungry..." The little boy murmured unconsciously, his body curled up, trembling slightly.

"..." Cui Heng was silent for a while, and sighed, "Whoever told us to be kind, I will save your life."

Staying here by myself for ten years is really lonely.

It is rare to have someone to talk to.

It's not easy.

……

Hong Fugui opened his eyes with difficulty, and then closed them immediately.

Because, he saw a ball of light emitting bright white light above him, which felt a little dazzling.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes again, and after barely adapting to the light, he could see the surrounding situation clearly.

The walls are as white as snow, the decorations are exquisite, the tables and chairs are neat and clean, and the bed where I lie is actually covered with snow-white silk!

"Where is this place?" Hong Fugui was very confused, looking at the big ball of light above, "Is this the world after death? But why do you still feel hungry after death?"

Squeak!

The door was pushed open, and a young man in a snow-white robe walked into the room. He had a handsome appearance and an elegant temperament, as if he was an exiled immortal from heaven and earth.

Seeing him approaching, Hong Fugui was stunned for a moment, and asked doubtfully, "Are you a fairy from the sky?"

"I'm just a mortal on the road to becoming a fairy." Cui Heng smiled, and came to Hong Fugui's bedside, "How about it, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's just..." Hong Fugui hurriedly shook his head, but at this moment his stomach suddenly made a "gurgling" sound.

"Hahaha, you must be hungry." Cui Heng laughed, then looked at the void next to him, and whispered, "Where is the Yellow Turban Warrior?"

"Yellow Turban Warrior?" Hong Fugui was a little confused, not knowing what Cui Heng was saying to the void, but the scene that appeared in front of him in the next moment left him dumbfounded.

I saw that this piece of void was like a calm lake broken by stones, with circles of ripples.

Then, a three-meter-tall, muscular, extremely muscular man in yellow clothes appeared in the room out of nowhere, kneeling respectfully in front of Cui Heng on one knee, "Meet the Immortal!"

Magic!

Fairy!

Hong Fugui looked at Cui Heng in disbelief, his eyes wide open, his mouth wide open, his face full of shock.

You still say that you are not a fairy? !

At this moment, he was so blessed that he knelt down with a plop, threw his body to the ground, and said respectfully: "I beg the immortal to give me the way to save the world!"

"Ah..." Cui Heng suddenly felt numb.

I just wanted to ask the Yellow Turban Lishi to bring some food, why did this kid suddenly kneel down?

Sure enough, it is from the mortal plane of the Xianxia world.

So ignorant.

"Get up, eat something first." Cui Heng gently raised his hand, and the invisible mana directly dragged Hong Fugui to stand up.

Although he doesn't know much about spells, mana itself has certain magical properties, and it's very easy to do things of this level.

But from Hong Fugui's point of view, this is a genuine fairy method!

Standing up from the air!

This is something that the martial arts myths in the legends of the rivers and lakes, and even the land gods can do!

He became more and more convinced that his benefactor must be a hermit immortal!

However, Hong Fugui did not continue to beg Cui Heng on his knees.

Instead, he obeyed Cui Heng's words and waited for the meal.

He lost his parents since he was a child, was deceived and sold into a temple, became a monk, wandered for a long time after escaping, was a beggar, and saw too much cruelty in the world.

Therefore, he is very clear that when he wants to get something from others, he must not force it wishfully.

In particular, we should not use the compassion of the other party to persecute them.

Instead, you should show your own value first.

Talk about other things.

It's best to be submissive before showing your worth.

"I must not leave a bad impression in Xianzun's heart." Hong Fugui thought to himself.

However, when the yellow turban wrestler conjured a large table of delicacies out of thin air.

He couldn't calm down again.

His eyes stared at the roast chicken, roast duck, beef in sauce, etc. on the table, without moving.

Poor Hong Fugui grew up without eating a few bites of meat.

"You took it wrong. This is what I usually eat." Cui Heng rolled his eyes and said to the Yellow Turban Lishi, "Bring that bowl of health-preserving white porridge."

Isn't it just a joke to feed such a table of big fish and meat to people who are about to starve to death!

"It's the immortal!" The yellow turban warrior nodded.

Immediately, with a big wave of his hand, he put away the dishes on the table and replaced them with a large bowl of fragrant white porridge, accompanied by two small bowls of pickled mustard.

"Hey, let's eat." Cui Heng pointed to the porridge and pickled mustard, and said to Hong Fugui, "It's not suitable for you to eat too much meat now, so drink some porridge first."

"..." Hong Fugui was silent at this time, staring at the white porridge on the table in a daze, his eyes were sad, his reaction was bigger than the fish he saw just now, he seemed to be caught in some kind of memory.

Pfft!

He suddenly knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed deeply to the bowl of porridge, his voice was a little hoarse, "Father, mother, my child is not filial, so you didn't drink a bowl of hot porridge when you died!"

Chapter 3 This is a supreme being

Hong Fugui's reaction was beyond Cui Heng's expectation.

After some questioning, he finally understood what was going on.

It turned out that Hong Fugui was born in a remote mountain village. His parents were both tenant farmers of the landlord.

When Hong Fugui was eight years old, a drought occurred, and when he was nine years old, locust plagues and plagues occurred again. Severe famine spread, and some places had reached the point of cannibalism.

Under such circumstances, the landlord was still unwilling to reduce the rent, and instead intensified the squeeze, causing Hong Fugui's parents, two older brothers, and a younger sister to starve to death.

When Hong Fugui's parents were dying, they had hallucinations, and they murmured, "There is porridge to drink, there is endless white porridge, Fugui, come and drink..."

But they couldn't really drink even a mouthful of porridge until they died.

Even after his death, he was brutally murdered by the landlord, and was almost robbed by the hungry people to cook meat for food.

It was Hong Fugui who took a sickle and hacked three people to death before barely saving the bodies of his parents, siblings, and cremating them.

Therefore, when he saw this bowl of fragrant white porridge, he felt a little emotional and thought of his deceased parents, siblings.

Cui Heng was silent for a long time after hearing the words, and after Hong Fugui calmed down, he patted his shoulder lightly and said, "Come on, have some porridge first."

Hong Fugui's situation is very dangerous now, the state of extreme hunger coupled with violent mood swings, it is very likely that he will pass out directly.

"Thank you, Xianzun." Hong Fugui thanked him personally. He didn't know how to call Cui Heng, so he simply called him Xianzun along with the Yellow Turban Warrior.

"My surname is Cui, you can call me Mr. Cui." Cui Heng smiled.

"Yes, Mr. Cui." Hong Fugui answered quickly, and sat at the table at the same time, looked at the bowl of porridge, then at Cui Heng, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Cui, can I really drink it?" ?”

"Drink it, you can slow down, don't burn it." Cui Heng nodded slightly.

"Woo! It smells so good! It's so hot!" Hong Fugui exclaimed while drinking the porridge, even if it was very hot, he didn't want to stop. After all, after living for more than ten years, he had never eaten so happily like today.

Cui Heng didn't stop him, just watched from the side.

The rice used for this porridge is not ordinary, it is the spiritual rice produced in Xinshou's farm.

Not only is it complete in color and fragrance, but it also contains subtle aura, which is rich in nutrition, but it moisturizes things silently, and will not replenish excess at once.

Cui Heng had a good impression of Hong Fugui, a poor man who had suffered a lot.

A mere bowl of white porridge is just a small effort for him, but it can already give this poor man unprecedented happiness.

Besides, a person who has been in this novice space for ten years would have almost forgotten how to speak if the Yellow Turban Warriors were not there.

But Yellow Turban Lux is just an obedient robot, without real intelligence.

Now it's finally easy for a human being who can communicate normally to come in. Of course, he wants to make Hong Fugui healthy, even if it's just talking.

You can also learn about the outside world by the way.

……

Hong Fugui wolfed down the food.

The entire large bowl of porridge was wiped out by him in less than a minute, and the two small bowls of pickled mustard were naturally killed.

His stomach was warm and bulging. This was happiness that he had never felt before.

However, Hong Fugui didn't just think about reminiscing, he hurriedly stood up and wanted to thank Cui Heng, but suddenly found that he seemed to have grown taller.

"What's going on?" He looked down at his hands in astonishment, and then at his feet, and found that his palms were much bigger, his sleeves were shorter, and his pants were also shorter.

I just drank a bowl of porridge, and I grew taller, grew up?

And the body seems to be much lighter, and the injuries all over the body are almost healed.

"So it's not porridge, it's a fairy medicine!" Hong Fugui was extremely shocked, and looked at Cui Heng with gratitude and indescribable reverence.

Such a fairy medicine was so generously given to such a muddy leg of himself.

This is definitely a Great Immortal Venerable who saves the suffering!

"Thank you for saving my life, and thank you for giving me the elixir!" Hong Fugui didn't know how to express his excitement, so he knelt down and kowtowed to Cui Heng in a way of thanking the gods and Buddhas.

"It's just an ordinary meal." Cui Heng shook his head and smiled, raised his hand to let Hong Fugui stand up, and said, "Don't kneel anymore in the future, just call me sir, don't call me Xianzun anymore .”

Have you ever seen the Immortal Venerable at the sixth level of Qi Refining?

Yellow Turban Lishi is a "system setting" and it's fine if he can't change it. He feels guilty when he is called that.