An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Fang Ping reached out and grabbed the old immortal master's robe and pulled hard, and the robe was pulled off the mummified old immortal master's body.

Looking at the old immortal master who was collapsed on the ground, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness, Fang Ping sighed softly.

"Master Immortal, you introduced me to the world of immortality, taught me the common sense of cultivation, taught me the techniques of cultivation, and also spent materials to help me improve my cultivation. In my heart, you are my benefactor, just like a reborn parent.

But why do you have to do this? "

Fang Ping had mixed feelings in his heart. The old immortal master wanted to kill him and drain all his essence and blood. In fact, the old immortal master almost succeeded.

If the old immortal master hadn't been unlucky enough to coincide with the full moon night and the hemolytic crystal was swallowed by the wood toad, Fang Ping would have turned into a mummy like the previous boys. x33xs.com

But looking at the old immortal master who had no power to fight back in front of him, especially seeing that his whole body was shriveled up, and a layer of dry powder fell off with the slightest movement.

After all, Fang Ping was still a little reluctant to take action.

After all, he is just a lonely and helpless young man. He has just regarded the old immortal master as his support in his heart, and in the blink of an eye he will kill the old immortal master with his own hands.

This huge gap had a huge impact on Fang Ping's young mind.

At this time, the old immortal master's storage bag and magic weapon all fell into Fang Ping's hands, and he himself was in such a fragile state.

Not to mention Fang Ping, a monk at the first level of Qi refining, even an ordinary person could easily kill him.

"Fang Ping, for the sake of how well I've treated you these days, give me a way out."

Fang Ping shook his head and said, "You are already in this situation, how can I give you a way out?"

"Okay, you just need to grab a few ordinary people and let me drain their blood, and I won't die."

The old immortal master thought Fang Ping wanted to help him, so he quickly begged.

However, Fang Ping just shook his head and said: "Mr. Chen once taught me that to cut off weeds, we need to get rid of the roots. The old immortal master already knows the secret of my wood toad, and the old immortal master wants to kill me and take away my blood. How can I be human?" Can I still let you recover, old immortal master?”

"Fang Ping, I am already in such a miserable state. Even if someone else's blood can help me recover, it will be difficult for me to return to my previous state."

"Then what state can you return to?"

At this time, the two of them began to use "you" and "I" to each other unknowingly.

Fang Ping no longer calls himself "disciple" like he did before, nor does he respectfully call each other "immortal master".

Moreover, the old immortal master no longer calls himself "I" or "this immortal master".

"It's impossible for me to lie to you now. If I absorb the blood essence of ordinary people, I can only maintain the status quo and survive at best."

But Fang Ping said calmly: "In order to save you, you let me kill others? Then what is the difference between me, Fang Ping, and a bloodthirsty and indiscriminate killing person like you?"

"They are just mortals with a bad life. How can they be compared with immortal cultivators like us?"

Hearing this, Fang Ping sighed heavily again and said: "Master Immortal, in my opinion, everyone's fate is the same.

Although you are an immortal cultivator, you also have a limited lifespan, and you also have seven emotions and six desires. How is this different from a mortal?

What's more, in your current situation, even ordinary soldiers can easily kill you if they see you. How can you have the confidence to despise mortals? "

Fang Ping used to be extremely envious of that aloof immortal.

He also has great respect for immortals.

I think that the immortals are all outsiders who do not eat the fireworks of the world and have no desires or pursuits.

But I got in touch with the old immortal master and listened to the old immortal master's explanation of the common sense of immortality, especially now that I have seen the old immortal master's methods of disregarding human lives in order to extend his own life.

The image of an immortal in Fang Ping's heart suddenly plummeted.

In the final analysis, they are just a group of people who have mastered powerful power by chance.

"Fang Ping, I give you my storage bag, robe, and green wood sword. I just ask you to save my life.

If you don't want to do it yourself, you can give me an order and let the sergeants do it. "

Fang Ping continued to shake his head firmly and said: "Master Immortal, all I can do is to send you on your last journey. There is nothing else I can do."

With that said, Fang Ping carried the old immortal master to the place where he usually meditates.

Disguise the body of the old immortal master into the posture of usual meditation practice.

While Fang Ping was begging the old immortal master repeatedly, he slapped the opponent's Tianling Gai with his palm.

"Master Immortal, please get on your way!"

The spiritual energy shattered the old immortal master's mind, even though he was completely sure that the old immortal master was dead.

But Fang Ping, who was cautious, was afraid that the old immortal master had some other hidden means to resurrect him, so he slapped his heart and dantian with a palm each, shattering the old immortal master's shriveled heart and dantian.

This was not the end. In order to ensure that the old immortal master really had no chance to recover, Fang Ping even waited in the tent for seven days.

In the past few days, in order to stabilize the people outside and prevent them from discovering anything unusual, Fang Ping also sent out the remaining talismans and elixirs left by the old immortal master and asked the sergeant to deliver them to the army sergeant.

Fang Ping wanted to break open the old immortal master's storage bag in the room, but he was afraid that the old immortal master would use special means to collect the blood essence in the storage bag when it appeared.

So Fang Ping could only resist the urge and temptation to open the other party's storage bag, and just put away the old immortal master's robe and green wood sword, and took away the talisman pulp and jade plate used to make talismans on the table.

Fang Ping could not bear to move the rest, such as the large amount of precious materials used in making talismans and refining alchemy.

In the past few days, Fang Ping would occasionally control his spiritual energy to make some strange noises, or say a few words loudly to confuse the soldiers outside, so as not to attract the attention of outsiders because the tent was too quiet.

After seven days, Fang Ping looked at the old immortal master sitting cross-legged, looking like a corpse like withered bones. Fang Ping bowed to him to understand the grudges he had had with him all these days.

Then he walked out of the tent pretending to be normal.

"Brother, what's going on? Is the old immortal master finished refining alchemy?" Sergeant Lin came over to greet him enthusiastically.

Fang Ping nodded and said: "Yes, the old immortal master's alchemy is over. However, the old immortal master has gained something from this alchemy. He is going to be in seclusion for a few days. Let me specifically remind you that no one has been personally informed by the old immortal master in the past few days. , no one can approach the tent, otherwise they will be killed without mercy.”

After hearing this, Sergeant Lin tensed up and asked in a low voice: "Is the old immortal master going to break through again?"

Fang Ping glanced at the other party in surprise and said seriously: "Brother Lin, go and inform others quickly so as not to disturb the old immortal master's practice. Don't ask me about other things. I won't know if you ask me."

After saying that, Fang Ping tried to leave, but he just took two steps and looked back at the sergeant named Lin who was exhorting others.

So he went back to call the other party and whispered: "Brother Lin, the old immortal master has something to tell me. I will go to the military camp later. I wonder if Brother Lin can accompany me?"

"Okay, okay, no problem!"

So, Fang Ping left first and returned to the tent to pack up the talisman papers in the tent and some styptic powder he had left specially. After thinking about it, he left a note on the table for Mr. Chen.

After doing all this, the sergeant surnamed Lin also arrived, so Fang Ping took the name of the old immortal master, and with the old immortal master's guards leading the way, Fang Ping naturally left the military camp easily and headed towards the deep mountains in the northwest.

It wasn't until the two of them walked for three days and three nights that Fang Ping felt relieved. He stood on a mountaintop and whistled loudly, feeling like a bird breaking free from its cage and regaining freedom.

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