I am omnipotent because of wine

The senior brother smiled and said, "Humans are like this. When facing ants, I only feel that I am so powerful. When facing strong people, I also feel that I am no more than ants in the eyes of others."

Then he saw the style upgrade again...

The brother's heart is really very complicated, but the style is thinking in his heart, it's just a young idea, and after experiencing a lot, he realizes that he is worthless, ordinary and incompetent.

Sometimes the chicken soup for the soul is really inferior to the poisonous chicken soup. The poisonous chicken soup represents a clear self-awareness, and the chicken soup for the soul often has unrealistic delusions when cheering yourself up.

In the end, I was deeply hurt by reality.

Reality is a scumbag, who brought you curiosity and surprises when you were young; when you grow up, you are captured by reality, and you are just an expired snack that has not been opened. It is tasteless to eat and it is a pity to discard it. .

Of course, Shi Feng also intends to disguise himself as a well-behaved child.

Of course, it is impossible to tell the brother what is in his heart, but he said to the brother with a simple face, "Brother, what are we eating today?"

And Senior Brother Wuyu said, "It's Senior Brother's fault, he forgot that Wufeng might not be used to it... Uh... Golden Core Stage actually doesn't need to eat anymore."

Even if he saw Brother Wuyu's expressionless face, his style was still pure. He was just a simple baby who didn't know what it meant to hit someone.

Obviously, a quarter of an hour ago, it was not even a Qi refining period, but after a quarter of an hour, it was directly marked as the Jindan period. This is probably what the master said about the extraordinary talent.

Brother Wuyu sighed, pulled his style and went to make vegetarian food in the kitchen built by the thatched cottage.

Maybe he would complain about spending money to be a vegetarian, and let others make food for him for free, as long as it is not so bad that he can be sent to the hospital, he will praise the style.

Especially when the food is very delicious now, "Brother, your cooking skills are really good, and the cooking is really delicious."

"Senior brother's culinary skills are not as good as your helpless brother. You learned the cooking skills from your helpless brother." Wuyu said while washing the dishes with the water flowing from the bamboo tube.

Style felt that if this absolutely delicious vegetarian meal was not the most beautiful, then the delicious one might make him swallow his tongue in his stomach.

Vegetarian is good!

I love to be vegetarian.

Ah, how delicious!

Studying is hard, at least Brother Wuyu thinks that the style is young, you can stay in the scripture pavilion, but you can't stay there for too long, the books left by the sages may have some effect on their epiphanies, but the words in them are too Obscure, it is easy to hurt Wufeng's still young mind.

Then Brother Wuyu said that his young heart was hurt, okay?

It only took half a month for Style to read most of the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, and he casually said a sentence full of philosophy, but in fact there are no words.

"Looking at the mountains is not the mountains, and looking at the water is not the water." Looking at the mountains is like a spinach steamed bun inside a rainbow steamed bun. Looking at the water, I wonder how many fish are in it, grilled fish, fried fish, small yellow croaker... No, I have to control my saliva.

"The mountain is still the mountain, but the water is still the water." Brother Wuyu felt that such a philosophical sentence, uttered from his own brother's mouth, really made him, a half-god-turned-god, feel very sad.

When I first knew the strength of the people here in Mingxinzong, their style was serious.

Brother Wuyu is the chief disciple of Mingxin Sect. He is more than 400 years old this year. In the eyes of most cultivators in this world, he is still a child.

Really talented.

In addition, there are only about twenty people in the entire Mingxin Sect.

Really hot eyes.

There are three elders, one head, six elders, four masters of each peak, and thirteen disciples in total.

Helpless, speechless and windless, the three are disciples of the head of the sect.

The reason why Mingxinzong can be ranked among the three is that although they are few in number, they are all top-notch.

Style felt that his golden elixir period was really a hindrance, so he had to work hard to finish reading all the books about Buddhism in the Sutra Pavilion within a month, but he didn't expect to finish it in half a month.

Ugh.

So sad.

Style doesn't dare to think about some poisonous chicken soup now, for fear that it will be upgraded in place, if it scares Brother Wuyu to a good extent, if he is not careful, the master, elder, and grand elder will all come out.

Today Style is haunting Senior Brother Wuyu again, the purple energy is coming from the east early in the morning, this is the most suitable time to consolidate cultivation, Senior Brother Wuyu is sitting on the top of the mountain, Style is striding on his short legs, and he pounces on his back all at once superior.

Brother Wuyu sighed, and was not angry at all when Style's arrival interrupted his cultivation, "Wufeng, you have a good talent, but you must remember to consolidate your cultivation. Master often said that women at the bottom of the mountain are like tigers, and men at the bottom of the mountain can also conquer you." Tiger, if you go out to practice so bravely, how can you reassure senior brother?"

"Experience? Helpless brother, did you go to practice?" Style's eyes lit up. After reading the book, he became very bored. Style deliberately controlled his brain hole so as not to upgrade too quickly. Classify in my mind, and then there is endless boredom.

"Yes, I have already reached the Great Consummation of the Nascent Soul Stage before I had no choice. Although the cultivation in the mountains is good, you need to enter the world to be truly born." Brother Wuyu pulled the style from behind to the front.

"Then why do you still stay in the mountains, brother?" Style could only be at eye level with the man sitting cross-legged in front of him when he stood upright, feeling a bit of kidney pain.

"If I go out to practice too, won't I miss Xiao Wufeng?" Brother Wuyu nodded his head and said with a sigh.

"But Senior Brother, I want to go out and practice!" Style's eyes were full of hope, and he tried to use his eyes to tell the always in front of him how much he wanted to go down the mountain.

Moreover, he also wanted to lure his senior brother down the mountain for a ride. He felt that by joining Ming Xinzong, he definitely found an invincible golden thigh for himself.

The senior brother is powerful, and he can't beat Xiaojian, but Xiaojian will definitely not be able to hurt Mingxinzong, who is known for its high defense.

As for this weak chicken, once he is beaten, Xiaojian will definitely be chased and beaten by other masters and uncles of Ming Xinzong.

Since Xiaojian traveled through time, even if he was an atheist, when he came to such a strange world, he would feel that there were some gods hanging three feet above his head.

And the monk and Taoist leader are obviously the ones that Xiaojian doesn't want to offend.

"Hey, then come with me to report to master, uncle, master, and ancestors." Brother Wuyu knew that he probably couldn't let his style get rid of this idea.

However, this year's appointment is really only Wufeng, a newcomer, and it doesn't hurt to go out for a few years.

"Okay." Feng Style took his outstretched hand, bounced and followed him away, without any pressure to pretend to be a child.

There is a feeling of holding my father's hand, which is inexplicable.

Style refuses to create the identity of a son for himself, he feels that he only wants to be someone else's father!He quickly shook his head, shaking out this strange thought.

I told those grown-ups with beards that I was going out to play, and the grown-ups just said, "Be careful outside, if something happens, smash the jade badge of identity, and I will go to help."

Then another person threw a storage bag, which was full of spirit stones.

Style deeply understands what it means to be taken care of by elders, one word.Cool!

Holding a lot of small money, holding the senior brother's hand, the silent senior brother didn't know how to move, and he attracted a lotus flower, sitting on it with style, compared to when he first started climbing the mountain, the style has climbed for a long time. Thousands of steps, now it is almost an instant to go down the mountain.

This is an era where all people practice cultivation. The difference is that some people have good talents, some people have poor talents, some people are strong, and some people are weak. There are no ordinary humans here.

Probably the people who created this world have another level of human kindness. In this era, ordinary people have no way to survive with independent personality except to become slaves.

When you hug your thighs, you also have to give up some things. For example, if Style goes down the mountain alone, you can see what the brothel among the cultivators looks like, as well as the auction house, even if Style is a monk now.

But pulling the senior brother out together, in addition to finding some secret realms that can make him stronger, the other is to eat!

Brother Wuyu also said that although Su Zhai tastes good, it is not good to eat it every day. Occasionally, you have to try the food made by the people from the mountain.

Xiaojian doesn't know where he is now, and he doesn't talk to the system when he asks the system. Brother Wuyu really has no other ideas except to drag him down the street like an ordinary person.

It doesn't matter if it's boring, because Brother Wuyu can really get a spiritual sublimation from this ordinary scene, and Style just watched him sit down cross-legged again with a face full of pain.

Caught in a state of epiphany...

Feng Style picked up a small stick from the side of the road, and kept poking at the dirt next to Brother Wuyu to play.

The identity of the monk is very good!

Especially good.

Brother Wuyu fell into a state of epiphany, with a casual and boring style. He took a small stick and poked there to play, and then someone came over and threw a few pieces of Lingshi...

Style feels that he should also fall into a state of epiphany to a certain extent. Should I pick it up or not?

The person who threw the spirit stone also said, "You little monk, don't you think it's too little?"

Style... simply said, "If I don't like it, what can you do?"

The man froze for a moment, then bent down, "Then pick it up."

The style is also confused, and there is such an operation?Shouldn't more be thrown to him in this case?

"Shouldn't you throw me more?"

"Don't you think it's too little? If you don't think it's too little, I won't give it to you. You hate it anyway."

"I hate it, shouldn't you give me something better?"

"I don't have anything better, so you can dislike it."

"Brother, what's your name?" The style was sad.

"Little monk, what's your name?" the man also asked.

"No wind."

"Cold policy."

Oh, Leng Ce.

Pooh!cold strategy?Discovered that Xiaojian is Xiaojian's younger brother who counterfeit and shoddy products?

"Do you know Leng Shao?" Style asked, and sure enough, Leng Ce frowned, quickly changed the subject and said, "When do you think my brother will wake up?"