Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Shen Zhexue huddled in the corner of the lobby of Chunqi Restaurant, finally waited for an empty bench to come out, and sat down shaking her legs.

The hall was crowded with people, and the Lingshi radiated heat to isolate the chill outside.

"Chunqi" is a time-honored brand. The signature feature of their restaurant is not delicacies, delicious wine and delicacies, but a storyteller who has invested heavily in cultivation.

According to legend, every storyteller who comes to the stage of Chunqi can be called Bai Xiaosheng in the world of comprehension.

It coincides with the upcoming World Sect Competition held once every ten years, and the Chunqi Restaurant is full of seats.

Shen Zhexue pressed his forehead, and the whole room made him dizzy.

Ever since the upper realm of cultivation collapsed into the mortal world, cultivators and ordinary people lived together in the human world. Looking at all kinds of guests at this moment, it is really hard to tell who is cultivating the Nascent Soul and who is killing chickens and sheep.

After fleeing for [-] miles overnight, Shen Zhexue used up the remaining spiritual energy in his body. At this time, his legs were sore and his stomach was hungry. The most terrible thing was that he didn't have money to order food, so he could only eat the free water.

After drinking several cups in a row, the surface of the tongue is still bitter.

Three years ago, he transmigrated into this book called "Falling Immortal".

Since then, he has not lived a normal day.

At the beginning, the novel "Falling the Immortal" was popular among the students in the class. They said that the plot was ups and downs, the characters were vividly portrayed, and the writing was excellent. If you don't read it, you will be wrong.

Shen Zhexue, as the class teacher, really couldn't stand the Amway of the melons, so she bought a copy at the bookstore on the way home from get off work, wanting to see what is so wonderful about this novel.

——It's really amazing.

It's so wonderful that it doesn't matter if you don't read it, once you read it, you will pass through it, and you will no longer be a human being who cultivates immortals.

Moreover, the book "Falling Immortals" was huge, Shen Zhexue turned a few pages, but before he could see what was going on, the old man at home asked him to make dinner, and the book was casually placed on the sofa.After he finished his work in the kitchen, he came back to take a look. It was a good novel, which had been torn to pieces by the cat owner with itchy paws.

So in total, he only read four pages of "Falling Immortal".

Coincidentally, among the four pages, there are three pages with illustrations.

...I just want to cry but have no tears.

Coupled with the extremely mysterious paragraph written on the fourth page, he didn't even read the appearance of a single character.

People wear books with their own system, and he read them as if he didn't read them. He didn't know anything and said nothing, and he almost gave away a kill at the beginning of the game.

A few years ago, Shen Zhexue also learned about the themes of several books on transmigration, not to mention transmigrating into a nobleman of an aristocratic family or a great power of the immortal sect. the point.

The reason for this has to start with the role of his body.

The character in the book has the same name and surname as Shen Zhexue, and even his face looks the same, but this "Shen Zhexue" is not a good person, and "his" experience is obviously more tortuous than that of the teacher Shen Zhexue.

The tortuousness is so tortuous that I don’t want to recall it at all, and my bones will hurt when I recall it.

Thinking that when he, a book-wearing young man in the new century, opened his eyes, he found that he was dressed in rags, that there was not a piece of good leather on his body, and that he was bound with a big chain, and that there was a heavy ring full of incantations around his neck. .

The wrists and ankles were even more appalling. Several silver nails were nailed to them, piercing through the wrist bones and tendons, and a long black iron chain as thick as an arm was pulled out from the end of the nail tail rings, extending into the surrounding darkness.

Moving down the line of sight, a pair of knees have long been kneeling, and the blood dripping out has soaked the stone platform with complicated inscriptions bright red.

"Where am I?"

Shen Zhexue hadn't reacted yet, even the pain was half a beat behind.

Changes happen in an instant.

Several white lights suddenly lit up on the stone platform, dazzled his eyes.

After the white light passed, five or six people appeared out of thin air on the pitch-black stone surface that was empty just now.

The middle-aged man in the lead was majestic, and with a wave of his arms, Shen Zhexue suddenly felt suffocated, and the ring around his neck shone with golden light, tightening inward like a living thing.

The feeling of suffocation was overwhelming, and Shen Zhexue was strangled so unclearly that it was too late to howl.

Seeing that he was only half breathed, someone beside the man came out to persuade him: "Fellow Taoist Yan, it's almost time, Taiqing Hanshan is in the same spirit, after all, this is also your nephew and nephew."

Only then did the other party remove the spell with a cold face.

Shen Zhexue coughed violently, and her throat was filled with the smell of blood.

The body fell forward involuntarily, and was pulled by those black iron chains. For a while, the ears were filled with the clanging sound of iron chains colliding.

Before he could calm down, a thunderous accusation came from above his head: "You are sorry!"

The sound was as loud as a bell, shaking the ground and making Xue Xue's head buzz and hurt.

The one who tried to persuade him sighed, "Peak Master Shen, what else do you have to defend yourself?"

Shen Zhexue's heart and lungs were in excruciating pain, let alone explaining, she couldn't even utter a single sentence.

But these people didn't really want him to defend himself, and started counting his crimes on their own.

Halfway through the count, Shen Zhexue keenly captured key words such as "Hanshan" and "Taiqingzong".

He thought to himself: Isn't this the sect mentioned in the "Falling Immortal" wedge?

I'm... wearing a book?

The current situation was unclear, so he temporarily accepted this magical reason and forced himself to concentrate on listening to the words of the person in front of him.

After being reprimanded, Shen Zhexue came to a conclusion: "Shen Zhexue" in this book is really a particularly dishonest master.

He thought that the master of Taiqingzong Yifeng was not the right one, and he insisted on striving to be the suzerain, but his ambition was not worthy of his strength, so that he couldn't ask for it for many years, and he became angry. Degenerated into a cultivator.

Once Peak Master Shen entered the evil way, it can be said that he completely let go of himself, did vicious and vicious things, and killed thousands of people. In the end, he was even more frenzied, trying to break the seal of the sect's big formation and release the world of cultivating immortals. Evil.

It is written in the wedge of "Fuxian", this evil thing is called "Xieliu", which is the great evil and filth in the world. It condenses into water and disperses the evil miasma.

After being infected with evil currents, people will lose all consciousness, be as crazy as insane, bloodthirsty and easy to kill, just like walking dead.

The world of comprehension has long had a covenant, and anyone who tampers with the evil seal will be punished if they get it.

"All kinds of crimes should not be left to you." The man holding Fuchen said coldly: "However, there are still doubts about your case."

Singing from the side｜The red face quickly connected: "Shen Zhexue, you have always protected your weaknesses, no matter how crazy you are, you have never attacked the disciples on your own peak, but that day you slaughtered all over Ningxu Peak, but some disciples fought to the death. Before he died, he called for your injustice."

"Have you been robbed of your home, or is there an evil cultivator who lured you into an obstacle?"

Shen Zhexue gasped weakly, thinking to herself what the hell this was, and couldn't understand a word.

But he had a hunch that the conversation was about to change.

Sure enough, after some laying out, the turning point finally came.

"Capital crimes can be avoided, and living crimes cannot be escaped. If you intend to release the evil currents of the northern border and plant the cause, it is up to you to bear the fruit."

After the turning point, Shen Zhexue understood the logic.

The reason why these people kept him was because he was still useful.

After the original owner Shen Fengzhu became evil, his mind and soul were alienated, and those evil currents that flowed out could actually be driven by him.

This has never been seen in the world of comprehension. Not to mention human-driven evil currents, even a small piece of land polluted by evil currents would take at least ten years to purify with spiritual power.

The people in charge of the several great sects conspired together and simply asked Shen Zhexue to atone for his sins and act as a humanoid purification instrument in the cultivation world.

Even if you think about your past, you have done your best for Tai Qingzong, and you may have difficulties when you went crazy for a while, it's just talking.

Shen Zhexue, who is wearing a book, doesn't believe this anymore, they can really let themselves go.

If they pretend to have amnesia, or simply admit that there is a change in the shell, it will make these monks sit down and say it, and they don't know how to play it.

After thinking about it, Shen Zhexue decided to stand still for the time being.

They simply won't do it right away, they will first stabilize the masters of the top-level equipment of cultivating immortals, and then discuss the rest in the long run.

In such a flash, three years have passed.

In the first two years, the monks of Taiqingzong guarded him tightly, and his every move was monitored. He would not let him eat, drink and squat in the toilet.

Shen Zhexue can only work hard for the bosses first, pretend to be obedient and stupid, and work hard without complaint.

But this human-shaped purification instrument is not so easy to use.

His work arrangement can be called the ultimate squeeze, all year round, clock in when he goes out, clock in when he is off work, and his salary is disguised to pay off debts.

Fight against evil currents, monsters, ghosts, wild boar spirits, and colleagues who treat him as an evil cultivator.

For thousands of days and nights, Shen Zhexue gained thousands of scars and a good ability to escape from the ground.

However, it was not without luck, Shen Zhexue roughly figured out the background of the situation, and accidentally found out some clues in the case of the original owner's infatuation.

It's just that people really can't afford it.

When he climbed out of the mist of evil flow again, he had to admit that if he continued like this, his old life might be lost halfway before Tai Qingzong took action.

He decided to take a gamble and seek change.

On a certain day in the third year, when the right time, place and people gathered together, Shen Zhexue put all his eggs in one basket and defected with his life.

There is also the situation of drinking water in restaurants today.

The Chunqi lobby is warm and harmonious.

Shen Zhexue patted the dust on his sleeves, thinking that he is now located at the big crossroad where the four worlds meet, east, west, north, south, and tens of thousands of people pass by here every day, so it is relatively safe.

He wanted to find a bridge hole here to settle down first, to get a job, earn enough travel expenses, and then find a way to leave this book.

The world in this book is indeed wonderful, but he doesn't want to get stuck in it.

Outside the book, he has two adoptive fathers to take care of, and a graduate student who is about to take the college entrance examination in a few months, and there is also a cat owner at home, who squats at the door every day waiting for him to rub his head.

Besides, he just slipped in after sleeping, and the state of his body is not clear.

If the flow of time in the book and outside the book is different, he will still be the teacher of the third year of high school who works from nine to five when he returns to the present world.

"Deng—!"

Shen Zhexue regained consciousness.

Xingmu patted on the high platform of the restaurant.

The professional storyteller of Chunqi Restaurant had already sat on the Taichung wooden chair at some point.

Accompanying Xingmu is a continuous spiritual breath, like spring breeze blowing willows, cool rain nourishing, easily dispelling the noise of the guests in the audience.

Shen Zhexue only felt a lightness on her body, most of the fatigue caused by running away disappeared.

The storyteller gave a symbolic cough, and opened his throat: "The four directions of heaven, south, sea, and north, the son of the emperor descended to Hantaiqing."

An opening remark, anyone who knows how to do it will understand that what I am going to talk about today is the history of cultivation.

"Last time, I said that the evil flow from the Immortal Court empowered the gods and eroded through the upper realm of cultivation. I saw that Nuoda's floating upper realm, like an upside-down porcelain bowl, smashed into the mortal world!"

"That scene is enough to change the color of the world, the interface cracks, and the cause and effect change!"

Shen Zhexue thanked the young man who handed him sunflower seeds, and listened carefully to this history of cultivation.

In fact, he had read this passage on stage in the original book, that the catastrophe thousands of years ago was the beginning of "Overturning the Immortal".

That smash, which could be said to destroy the world, almost completely emptied the world.

Fortunately, with the support of the "Xianting" of a higher level, and the help of the upper and lower realms of cultivation, this has preserved thousands of lives to the greatest extent.

But the evil current that was the culprit still inevitably flowed into the lower realm.Moreover, the causal changes caused by the broken interface have wiped out most of the common setting in Xiuxian novels that "cultivators should not be contaminated with secular karma".

After the catastrophe, the upper and lower realms of cultivation were wiped out, and there was no longer a theory of upper and lower realms of cultivation. Only the east, west, north, south, and north were used as geographical divisions.

It is the sentence in the storyteller's mouth, "the four directions of the sky, the south, the sea, and the north".

After many years of reorganization of the surviving sects in the Upper Cultivation Realm and the Lower Cultivation Realm, along with the establishment of the North, West, and East Sealing Evil Formation, there is a default division of ranks.

The status of the three sects is undeniable in the whole world.

The storyteller said in a loud voice: "Back then, when there was a catastrophe, there were many people who sacrificed their lives for righteousness in the upper sect, and the remaining remnants worked hard to build a new sect with the lower cultivators. Alas... Unfortunately, due to differences in ideas, one built Hanshan, and the other set up Taizong. Qingzong."

"Hanshan and Taiqing are the places where rookies come forth in large numbers in the world of cultivating immortals, and some arrogant people once said: If you don't enter Hanshan Taiqing and become a disciple, you are all fools!"

...the words are quite humorous.

However, Shen Zhexue can't listen to Taiqingzong now, and when he hears Taiqingzong, he reflexively feels pain.

At this moment, the boy sitting next to him let out a "sneak".

Shen Zhexue retracted her arms, thinking that she touched him?

The young man looked back, and after seeing Shen Zhexue's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but startled, his cheeks blushed slightly, and he said: "I am not targeting you, I laugh at this storyteller who hides and dare not tell the truth. "

"Real thing?" Shen Zhexue was puzzled.

The young man approached and said quietly: "I'm afraid this person took money from Han Shan. Now in the cultivation world, no one knows that the Taiqing Sect is the only one, and Han Shan's self-directed sect leader has fallen. It's not as good as it used to be."

While talking, the boy looked at Shen Zhexue.

Although this person has a good appearance, he is only covered with coarse linen clothes, which are a little dusty. He may be an ordinary person who came to join in the fun.

Since they are not comrades, there is no risk of small talk.

It was the first time for the young man to travel away from home, and he didn't have a word of mouth, so he pulled Shen Zhexue and started chatting.

"This time the Zongmen Grand Competition, I just want to go to Taiqing to try. A good man is determined to cultivate, so I don't want to guard the land and rooms at home."

Shen Zhexue thought to herself: The escaped Taiqing Zongfeng Master advises you to run quickly!

"Oh, it turned out that Hanshan was close to my home, but it's a pity that the style of Hanshan's apprenticeship in Taiqing has been reversed." The young man sighed, "In the past, Hanshan taught without distinction, even ordinary people could go to listen to the Tao and keep healthy, but now they are the same. Fortunately, the recruits are all the children of the cultivating family, and they have to be rare geniuses with ordinary backgrounds to catch their eyes."

The young man said angrily: "Fortunately, there is Taiqingzong, which used to be the place with the most elders in the cultivation world, but now it is very close to the people."

"So that's how it is." Shen Zhexue didn't want to hear the words Taiqingzong any more, so she changed the topic and asked: "I just heard that 'the emperor's son descended to Han Taiqing', Hanshan Taiqing has them, so what?" Who is this emperor?"

The young man stuffed Shen Zhexue with a handful of melon seeds, and asked him to kowtow and listen, which showed that he had a long speech to blow.

"Then this Emperor Jiangxi has a lot of background again!" The young man beamed with joy, "It is said that the Immortal Court True Immortal can break through the boundaries of the void and pass through the world in all directions. He is the closest cultivator to the way of heaven. That Emperor Jiangxi is the only They still continue to use the old name of the sect, just because their founding lord is the true immortal of Xianting!"

The emperor's son came to guard the western evil formation. Because of the literal sense of the sky, the cause and effect related to other sects is more important. The sect has been closed for many years and isolated from the world.

The more mysterious they are, the more curious they are, and the more mysterious they are.

The young man made a top-to-bottom gesture, "Their family chooses disciples, so it really corresponds to the word 'drop'. It's all based on fate. It's said that they are guided by the way of heaven, and all the weird spiritual roots come out. Legends can predict the future, even if Taiqing Hanshan, we must respect them three points..."

Just as he was talking about excitement, a white light flashed in his sleeve, and the boy reached out and took out the mirror from his sleeve, "Hey, wait a minute, my mirror is on, let me see what's new."

Shen Zhexue let the young man play with his water mirror that conveys news, thinking at the same time, since Dizi Jiangxi's sect claims to be able to break the boundary of void, can it deal with his own soul that can pass through books?

But no matter what method is used, Shen Zhexue is facing a big problem.

He is short of money.

Very very short of money.

The realm of comprehension and the ordinary world are interoperable, and each currency is still used in its own way. Although there is an algorithm similar to the exchange rate in the middle, there is a huge difference.

He roughly calculated that the salary of a teacher who does not eat or drink for five years is only worth the price of a low-grade spirit stone.

It can be seen that when looking for a job, you still have to look for the cultivation world.

"Pfft." The boy suddenly covered his mouth, and handed the water mirror to Shen Zhexue's eyes.

He shook his shoulders and pointed to the mirror, "Look, someone is actually looking for a master in the Shuijing Square!"

The young man's thoughts jumped very fast, and he said happily: "They all go to the sect to learn from the teacher, how can there be such a teacher in the big square like this, what is the master in the world of cultivating immortals, and you can pick it up wherever you want?"

Shen Zhexue took a look, and there were a few lines of small characters floating on the water mirror.

Wanted:

Master alone.

Lectures related bibliographies such as elementary fairy art, sword art, history of self-cultivation, and general history of the human world.

No cultivation is required, but patience, easy-going, and humorous are required.

Board and lodging can be provided, seven spirit stones per month.

The place of teaching and accommodation is located at the [-]th Road, Longjing Street, Yuncang City, South Territory.

Once you are a teacher, you will be treated with courtesy.

"Seven spirit stones? Who are you going to send?" The young man rolled his eyes, quite disdainful, "Being a teacher for one day and being a father for life, they take it as a trifling matter, don't be a spoiled and foolish son The idea that the landlord master came up with?"

After a while, he complained: "Which fool would become a teacher for such a person... Hey, don't you think so?"

"Yes."

"...Then what are you doing?"

Shen Zhexue: "I copied the address."

At this time, the storyteller didn't know where he was talking, so he slapped the wood and exclaimed: "It's me who is stupid!"

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The author has something to say:

The old god sticks fingers and counts, today it is advisable to eat wildly without getting fat, take a sudden vacation, start a new article, and ask for a favorite.

A new attempt at the theme of fairy tales, hold on to the cute master and apprentice and never let go, and finally have a free space, it's my turn to have fun!

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The next book is pre-collected and has already been published in the column, weapon anthropomorphism is always cute!Let's have a good time again hhhh

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Because Chu Lan is recognized as a good-for-nothing beauty in the cultivation world, she has a beautiful appearance, is frail and sickly, and has a spiritual energy in her body. She is born with the best physique.

It is rumored that if you get nourishment from it, you will be able to ascend to immortality just around the corner.

Those who have been coveting others for a hundred years are like crucian carp crossing the river, but no one has really succeeded. There are two reasons for this.

First, he is the sword spirit incarnation of the late Sword Master, who had no sons and disciples, and only one Lan Yin sword remained after his death, and the rounded sword is the widow of Sword Master.

Second, Ling Huazong, the number one sect in the world, regards him as a treasure on the apex of his heart.

Just when everyone thought that this sword spirit would be lucky all his life and be his good-for-nothing beauty for a long time, the battle between immortals and demons broke out.

The whole family of Ling Huazong was killed in battle, and thousands of soul lamps were extinguished overnight.Chu Lan, who had just left the customs, had all her backers collapsed, and she was dressed in plain white clothes, and she wore sackcloth and filial piety for the whole clan by herself.

The demon army is approaching the city.

The demon general intends to humiliate the Xianzong alliance, and proposes to use Jianzun's widow Lan Yinjian as a pledge in exchange for a ten-day truce between the two armies.

After reading the peach blossom letter paper full of humiliation, Chu Lan smiled slightly: "I'll go back as soon as I go."

The monk feels sorry for him, he has entered the demon world as a weakling, he must be tortured and played by the demon generals every day, how can he get back?

Who knows-

On the first day and night of sending him away, a majestic sword energy shot up into the sky, the earth veins in the demon world collapsed, and half of the keel of thousands of miles was cut off!

On the morning of the third day, the seven great demons completely destroyed their bodies, and their souls were couriered back to the cultivation base camp.

At noon on the seventh day, the ten thousand soul lamps of the Linghua Sect re-ignited in daylight, and the flames soared into the sky.

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On the evening of the tenth day, the demon king saw that our clan was going to die, so he sacrificed himself to break the seal of the great demon in the forbidden area, just to prevent Lan Yinjian from killing him madly.

The big demon was so terrifying, his eyes were scarlet, and the first sentence shocked the audience - "Who bullied my little Lan Yin? Master will vent your anger on you."

The demon king who is burning his life: Sword Master!why you? !

Howling Demon Race: Where is the promised bloodthirsty demon? !

Helping monk: Big brother Xipikola! ! !