my dignified devil

Seeing that he was not moving, Zun asked doubtfully, "Don't you want it?"

I couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

The Tianyao Sect, which claims to be the eternal light in the cultivation world, has full-time miscellaneous offices in most major cultivation cities. This organization ignores secular disputes and only cares about cultivation matters. If people die, Tianyao Sect will not take a look at them, but if there are demon cultivators or demon cultivators who commit random murders, Tianyao Sect will stand out.

Theoretically, Tianyao Sect’s act of self-sacrifice and righteousness can be regarded as a model in the cultivation world. In fact, it has almost become a tradition for the monks in the Tianyao Sect’s Miscellaneous Office to work hand in hand with the natives in the city. .

Coming out of the teleportation formation, it is directly the Pingmai Miscellaneous Office of the Tianyao Zong. Following the tradition of the Eight Peaks, the Miscellaneous Office will have a different name. The Miscellaneous Office of Pingmai is called... Pingmai.

Yes, it's quite unique.

I looked at the engraved stone tablet with a toothache, and shook my head.

"Ping, An, Mai." Master suddenly read out word by word.

When I turned my head, he was looking at me seriously, nodding slightly.

Illiteracy is hard to get through, isn't it?

"Master, I just don't know rare characters." I tried to restore my dignity.

He blinked: ""Thousand Characters" is a beginner's book."

After finishing speaking, he knew he had made a slip of the tongue: "As a teacher, I won't despise you."

After failing to restore his dignity, Zhang Lingshu had already started laughing.

The head of Ping'an Mai was a middle-aged fat man, dressed like a wealthy man in the world, he stepped forward to give us a big gift, and bowed to us one by one, then respectfully led the way, and took us directly to Zhang Lingshu's secular home.

Sitting on the beast cart, Zhang Lingshu was visibly nervous. He grabbed the corner of his clothes with his right hand, twisted them unconsciously, and said nothing all the way.

Zhang's mansion is quite a big mansion, it must have been honored by Zhang Lingshu.It is said that when he was born, although Zhang's family was not yet poor, it was far from being rich.

In front of the house, there was a row of people standing bustlingly, all of them adorned with colorful clothes and shadows, it gave me a headache to see.If you think about it carefully, Zhang Lingshu has eight brothers and sisters in nine walks. Excluding those who died young, there are as many as five.His mother passed away when he was only a few years old, and the concubines that Mr. Zhang took in gave him many younger siblings.

Before getting out of the car, there were people around. The man in the lead looked at the few of us unobtrusively, and laughed together: "Welcome to all the immortal masters, the immortal master is here, it really makes the shack shine."

He enthusiastically took Zhang Lingshu's hand: "This is the ninth brother, right? I'm your second brother."

There were traces of sweat on Zhang Lingshu's clothes.

He nodded stiffly.

Next came the boring part of identifying relatives. Zhang Lingshu and his relatives greeted each other one by one.

He remembered ghosts.

Like a puppet, Zhang Lingshu nodded and gave a greeting.

Mr. Zhang was the last to see him.

The autumn wind is not yet cold, the doors and windows in the room are closed, and there are heaters embedded with spirit stones hanging around, making it very stuffy.

I don't know how old Mr. Zhang is, but he looks haggard in a beautiful bed, with sparse white hair combed neatly, wrinkles on his face, and his eyes closed.

To say that he is a human being is more like holding dry firewood, he has no energy, and he depends on his filial sons and grandchildren to give him a sigh of relief.

It's rare to see such an old person in the cultivation world. It's funny to say that countless monks are working hard for longevity, and few of them really live long enough.

Zhang Lingshu stood in front of the bed, staring intently at this closest stranger.

"Father has been getting worse these days, and he often falls into a coma for several days in a row. I also invited the fairy master to come and see, and they all said that it is time, let us obey the fate." Zhang Lao Er explained beside him.

Zhang Lingshu rubbed his hands together to feel his pulse.

In fact, there is no need.

He and Shizun planned to play in the city, but were stopped when they were about to go out.

The woman led a seven or eight-year-old boy, knelt down deftly, and raised a flattering smile: "I heard that the immortal master has extraordinary cultivation, I beg you to see if my child is alive..."

"No." Fu Zixi interrupted her.

The woman's smile froze, and she still refused to give up: "Please take a closer look."

Fu Zixi didn't even look at her: "Go away."

I looked back at the embarrassed mother and son.

"Star stream."

I turn around.

"Immortals and mortals are different, it is better to stop thinking about it early."

Xianfan should have parted ways.

Master respects him, he really cares about spiritual root qualifications.

It is not the same as the small town I went to for the mission last time. Pingmai is more or less the territory where Tianyao Sect sits, and there are many shops along the street, which can be regarded as prosperous.

Master seems to seldom come to the mortal world, and he is a little cramped in the traffic: "Where do you want to go?"

I can't say that I want to go to the Goulan Courtyard opened by our Mozong.

"My disciple has never been to such a place." I replied.

"Have you... ever thought about avenging your parents?"

I have never been able to keep up with his train of thought, and was taken aback by the question.

"Do you hate him?" Fu Zixi didn't look at me, but looked elsewhere.

Thinking about how to answer this difficult question, I thought for a while before answering: "Naturally, I hate it. At the beginning, I couldn't hate it every day, but as time went by, those hatreds lost their clear roots, and gradually returned to forget."

His lips moved slightly, but in the end he said nothing.

As it was getting late, the lanterns on the long street were lit one by one, and the warm orange light converged into an endless river, stringing together the smell of fireworks throughout the city.

There was a full moon on my head, and in the current atmosphere, I unconsciously said some irrelevant words: "Sometimes, I feel that it is good to be a mortal, a mortal who is not disturbed by monks. There is no need to be precarious, the spring breeze blows, the autumn moon shines, and finally returns to the ashes." Ashes, ashes return to ashes, and a lifetime is over."

But my father is a demon cultivator, my mother is a demon cultivator, and my brother is a demon cultivator, so I was born a demon cultivator and I have no choice.

"Don't you want to live forever?" Fu Zixi asked, "Everyone wants to live forever."

"What is the meaning of longevity? A boring life is like a day for a thousand years, and longevity is nothing but eternal loneliness."

Fu Zixi seemed to be touched: "If you don't cultivate, what can you do?"

I asked a stupid question: "Do you have a dream?"

His eyes wandered with thought: "Let the whole sect practice swordsmanship?"

The answer really blew me away.

Very good, all those coquettish things in spring and autumn have been thrown out of my mind.

Cultivators should engage in business.

22. Chapter 22

Not feeling that there was anything wrong with her, Fu Zixi asked, "Xingliu, what is your dream?"

"Live well in Tianyao Mountain." As the master of the cultivation world, I added in my heart.

A look of struggle flashed across Fu Zixi's face: "If you don't want to practice, you don't need to practice, but you must practice until you have condensed alchemy, is that okay?"

How could anyone ask my disciples like this, I was a little surprised: "Why do you say that?"

"The lifespan of the foundation-building period is too short." He dodged his eyes, "Your spiritual root is pure, and there will be no bottlenecks before Yuanying. It's not difficult."

I explained: "I don't mean that I don't want to practice."

"Don't force it, I was the one who took you on the road of practice."

I don't force it, really.

The streets are bustling with people, there are urchins jumping and making noise, there are men and women holding hands, you and me, and there are groups of youthful partners.

Fu Zixi watched quietly.

Fu Yuzheng said that he has weak feelings, and he is right. He lacks empathy and is very self-centered. He often speaks bad words to people, kills people without mercy, and is more like a demon who behaves as he pleases.Let alone what he likes, he has never seen him pretending to others.

There is a balance between love and hate, what does he want from me.

Someone passed by, holding a cute little girl in her arms. The little girl was lying on her shoulders and licking the candy figurine in her hand with red eye circles. It should be that her father didn't buy it, and her eyes were red from rolling around and crying.

Fu Zixi stared intently at the sugar figurine in his hand.

"Master, it's a sugar man."

"I know it's a sugar man...do you want one?"

Looking at the group of children surrounding the stall, the corners of my mouth twitched: "How old am I?"

Standing beside Fu Zixi, I am already as tall as him

Finally bought one.

Master bit off the tail of the koi carp and savored it carefully: "The taste is very ordinary."

It's just sugar, nothing unusual.

The servants of the Zhang family came to report that the master was dying.

In the past few days, Mr. Zhang woke up several times, but soon fell into a coma again.

Zhang Lingshu sat by the bed and held his hand, surrounded by a group of people with different expressions.

Mr. Zhang only had the last twilight of his life left, his dim eyes rolled with difficulty, trying hard to break through the barrier in front of him and take a look at his ninth son.

He hummed a few times in his throat, and finally spit out a few complete words with a sliver of strength: "It's... Spiritual Pivot..."

"Father... having a son like you... is very satisfying..."

Trying to catch his breath, he continued: "I... have no regrets... It's just a pity that the relationship between father and son is not good... I didn't raise you..."

"You... good... practice hard..."

"Pingping...An'an..."

He died, like a fallen leaf, silently.

Everyone around began to cry, whether it was false or real.

Zhang Lingshu sat there blankly, holding Mr. Zhang's hand motionless, no one knew what he was thinking.

Fu Zixi looked at this scene thoughtfully, and said, "Xingliu."

I'm curious to know what he figured out.

He said, "Will you cry when I die?"

Put your index finger against your lips: "Master, don't say such things."

"When I die, don't cry for me, life and death have a fixed time." He didn't take it seriously, "As you said, ashes to ashes, dust to dust