Failed to escape the tribulation and returned to Earth to attend college

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't bully this junior, Hong Rui, I'll hold down the three ghosts for you, and you go get the money!"

The red-faced old man who had not spoken a word quickly held down the ancestor of the Zhao family. There was a gourd wine pot in front of him, and another hanging on his waist. He looked like he was drunk.

However, before the old man with the jug could speak, the middle-aged man had already pocketed the money on the table. He was very familiar with his Uncle Zhao's brand.

"you!"

The old black man pushed down the mahjong tiles in front of him angrily, "Do it again! I still don't believe it!"

"Okay! You and I, old men, have nothing to do all day long. Hongrui is a serious 'King of China'. Being able to play with you is considered a break from the busy schedule. How can we hold him back? In this way, the weather will be dark. It's too late, let Guanying take his place and let Hongrui go home."

The old man in sackcloth waved to the old fishing man.

However, the latter did not move, still quietly guarding his fishing rod, "I don't play cards with people who have bad gambling skills."

"I, fuck you fisherman! You want to come and I won't agree. The Qin family is good at controlling souls. I'm afraid you'll manipulate me into playing cards randomly! It was Hong Rui who won my money last time, and it must be the same today. Win him back!"

The old black man was furious.

"It's okay, Uncle Xiuyuan. Today's government affairs are handled by Hongming for me. I specially asked for a whole day's leave to accompany the four of you. How much money Uncle Sangui wants to give me today, Hongrui will accept it." receive!"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly at the monk in sackcloth, but what he said made the black old man Zhao Sangui half angry to death.

The four people on the table reached out to shuffle the cards in unison, and for a while the sounds of "click" and "click" could not be heard.

Taking advantage of the interval of shuffling the cards, the red-faced drunkard old man picked up the gourd in front of him, raised his head and drank heavily, and saw the white and yellow nectar flowing freely, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and flowing into him accurately. In the mouth, not a drop is leaking!

The red-faced old man even let go of his left hand to shuffle the cards. The gourd stood upright out of thin air and did not fall, as if it was supported by invisible hands and remained motionless.

By the time the four people finished placing the cards, several minutes had passed, but the tilt angle of the gourd had not changed at all. The wine inside seemed inexhaustible!

"what……"

The monk in sackcloth finally realized something was wrong, and his wrinkled eyes opened slightly, "Wu Ming, your weapon refining skills... have you reached the level of immortality?"

When the red-faced old man heard these words, he finally smacked his lips, and the gourd fell on the table with a sound. He looked calm and relaxed, but in fact he snorted with secret joy, "I am ashamed, I am ashamed. I finally mastered the practice of alchemy two months ago." The ultimate in weapon skills, I reached the immortal level by luck! This achievement is not too high, ah, it is only the first person in three thousand years! Hum hum, bah ha ha ha!"

Seeing him looking like he didn't deserve a beating, Zhao Sangui was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He snorted coldly and said in dissatisfaction, "What's the big deal? It's just to live a hundred years longer than other human emperors! You have so many people in the Liu family If our astonishingly talented ancestors could also master the Turtle Breathing Technique and live for three hundred years, not to mention immortals, they would even reach divine levels!"

The red-faced Liu Wuming smiled slightly when he heard this, "Oh? Really! The three ghosts are right, they are just reaping the bonus of age. Then your alchemy skills must have touched the threshold of the late heaven level, right? Is there any chance to go further? Rush up and pierce that layer of 'sky'? You can't be free to play mahjong here without breaking through!"

"you?!"

Zhao Sangui's old face suddenly turned red, and his whole person looked dark and red. He stared, but he couldn't think of anything to say to refute.

Before living in seclusion, he had already reached the level of a heaven-level alchemist and taught a master disciple like Zhao Danxia. However, he did not expect that he seemed to have encountered a bottleneck in the past few decades. His alchemy skills could be upgraded to two levels, and he was still far from the peak of the heaven-level. Deyuan, being stimulated by Liu Wuming at this moment, of course he had nothing to say!

"I... my alchemy is a profound technology, a wonderful way to integrate all the laws of heaven and earth into that little pill. How can you, an old man who makes children's toys, understand it? I have nothing to say to you!"

Zhao Sangui's mouth was not forgiving, but his voice was involuntarily lowered.

Seeing that he was deflated, the monk in sackcloth and the middle-aged man laughed together.

"Congratulations to Uncle Yuan. You have made a step forward. Your breakthrough to the level of Immortal Weapon Refining Master is a blessing for our Chinese people. No one in this world has reached this level in thousands of years! Hong Rui thanks everyone in the world. Older than you!"

The middle-aged man stood up solemnly and saluted respectfully.

The red-faced old man's real name was Liu Yuan, also known as Wu Ming. Although the two were familiar with each other, they were older and younger after all. The other three old men called Wu Ming, and he could only call him Uncle Yuan in a formal manner.

Liu Wuming accepted his worship calmly. As the only master of immortal weapon refining in the world, he had the qualifications.

Then he spoke with half pride and half melancholy, "Alas... It's a pity that even with the Turtle Breathing Technique, our time has come to an end. We have borrowed it from the sky for a hundred years, and it's time to pay it back. I can only I hate that the boundaries of the golden elixir are so unbreakable and don't give us a chance to peek upward. Although the immortal products are completed, they are already fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and there is no possibility of stepping forward... The realm of the divine products is just an elusive journey. Dream……"

When this topic came up, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became much heavier. Everyone fell silent in unison, and even the sound of touching cards was much quieter.

"Uncle Yuan, don't say that... You four are auspicious and in good spirits. There is no end in sight..."

The middle-aged man forced a smile.

"It's useless, Hong Rui, destiny cannot be violated. We are just lonely ghosts living in the end of the Dharma era. We will disappear when the sun comes out. Wuming is right. The end of the road is already visible to the naked eye. With our strength, No matter how hard it is to cross.”

The monk in sackcloth sighed.

"Ancestor..."

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly turned red when he heard this. In his mind, from the time he could remember, these four people were omnipotent gods. They would hold up even if the sky fell. In fact, when the sky in China was about to fall, , the four of them miraculously withstood it!

Therefore, when he heard the god in his heart admit that his life was approaching, the middle-aged man felt that his faith seemed to collapse with it.

"No, Ancestor, China cannot do without the protection of the four of you. It's so turbulent outside. Only the four of you are in charge of the capital, so those young people don't dare to act rashly. I..."

Halfway through his words, the middle-aged man suddenly felt extremely ashamed.

The Four Patriarchs have been guarding China for two hundred years. Now that they are at the end of their lives, the reason why they want to stay is that China cannot live without them...

What follows is really unspeakable!