Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Li Wudao and the Red Flame Sage noticed Fang Chen's arrival and stepped forward one after another.

The former glanced at the scene in the curtain of cause and effect. Seeing that Ao couldn't wait for more than a dozen celestial saints to gather together and whisper, he couldn't help but curiously asked:

"Immortal Lord, what are they doing?"

Fang Chen said casually: "They are fishing in the wild, don't pay attention to them, this matter has nothing to do with us."

After a pause, "What's the current situation of those nine little guys?"

The Red Flame Sage heard this and gloated:

"More than thirty years have passed inside. The other seven are fine, but the two, Li Honghong and Mingjing, have been beggars for almost half their lives."

Fang Chen nodded and came to the sky above the city with Li Wudao.

It is now the dog days of summer in the city.

Li Honghong was wearing a pair of rag shorts, lying under the shady eaves, looking at the passers-by, and said listlessly:

"Kind uncle, aunt, nephew, please give me some coins to buy some food~"

After saying that, he licked his toes, then put it in front of his nose and smelled it. He suddenly became more energetic and his voice became louder.

"Stinky beggar, who are you calling your nephew?"

A piece of dog shit was thrown over and hit Li Honghong between the eyebrows.

Li Honghong shook his head indifferently, smoothed the ends of his messy hair with his hand, and continued shouting.

More than thirty years have passed, and he is no longer as young as he once was, and his temples are a little gray.

Sometimes he couldn't understand why he was born a beggar.

At this moment, a figure hurriedly ran from a distance. He was holding a piece of iced watermelon in his hand and shouted:

"Master, there is watermelon to eat!"

The ice-cold watermelon exudes white mist in the hot weather.

Although it can be seen at a glance that most of the fruit has been eaten, the remaining pulp is also mouth-watering!

Li Honghong straightened up subconsciously and his eyes widened.

But the next second, a large group of people chased Mingjing. They pressed Mingjing down and beat her violently.

The iced watermelon also fell to the ground and was trampled to pieces in an instant!

"Damn stinky beggar, I let you steal! I let you steal!"

"Beat him to death! Beat him to death for me!"

"No, don't fight. I didn't steal it, I picked it up. You don't want it anymore!"

"You dare to touch my daughter's leftovers, so die!"

The clear cry for mercy was soon drowned in the fists, kicks and curses.

Li Honghong stared at this scene blankly. After the group of guys dispersed, he slowly came to Mingjing.

"Mingjing, are you okay?"

He subconsciously wanted to help Mingjing up, but found that his head was already drooping to one side.

Li Honghong was stunned for a moment, and then he tried his best to drag Mingjing under the eaves.

When nearby passers-by saw this scene, they shook their heads and continued to do their work.

No one wants to pay attention to these two stinky beggars.

In the shadows, Li Honghong has been trying to awaken Mingjing.

After a while, Li Honghong looked around blankly, then suddenly got up and ran towards a nearby pharmacy.

As a result, as soon as he entered the shop, he was beaten out and fell heavily to the ground.

Li Honghong quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed:

"Sir, save my brother, sir, save my brother, sir..."

After just a few blows, his forehead was already red and blood was flowing down.

Perhaps it was because it was so pitiful to see Li Honghong so pitiful.

A middle-aged doctor came out, then sighed and walked towards Mingjing.

Ming Jing was beaten just now, and everyone in the street saw it, but no one dared to care.

What's more, the one who was beaten was just a stinky beggar?

Li Honghong was so pleasantly surprised that he quickly stood up and followed the middle-aged doctor.

Soon, the middle-aged doctor looked at Ming Jing's situation, checked his pulse, raised his eyelids, and then shook his head gently:

"If he's dead, you'd better drag him outside and bury him. At this time of year, it doesn't take more than a day for it to stink."

After saying this, he stood up and left.

As a result, as soon as I took a step, I couldn't move anymore.

Li Honghong hugged the middle-aged doctor's thigh with both hands and said with a flattering smile:

"Sir, look at it again. My brother is very tough. He will definitely not die so easily."

"It's really dead, just let it go!"

The middle-aged doctor frowned slightly and looked at Li Honghong with disgust.

Li Honghong met his eyes, and after a few breaths, he slowly let go of his hand.

He seemed to be crazy, muttering to himself:

"Why did you die? Why did you die... It was just for a piece of watermelon. I just said this casually a few days ago. How could you... be so stupid!? I am a stinky beggar, why should I eat watermelon? what are we eating!"

As Li Honghong spoke, he glanced at the clear corpse.

He was silent for a few moments, then stood up and carried Mingjing on his back and walked out of the city.

It was already midnight when Li Honghong buried Mingjing's body.

Li Honghong was exhausted a long time ago. He was lying next to the earthbag, breathing heavily.

My stomach also made a growling sound because of hunger.

"Mingjing, young master, I am penniless now and cannot build a monument for you.

But you wait, sooner or later one day, young master, I will bury you beautifully.

Then send those guys down to accompany you. "

Li Honghong murmured to himself and slowly fell asleep.

When he got up early in the morning, he dragged his tired body and limped to the river.

He squatted down and planned to drink water, but when he saw his face in the river, he suddenly froze.

Is this old, weathered face really his?

A strange feeling surged in Li Kongkong's heart.

He felt that everything here seemed fake.

He was not a beggar!

This unreasonable thought made him suddenly smile:

"I am really crazy. I actually doubted that all this was fake? It seems that I can't accept Mingjing being beaten to death because of a piece of watermelon."

Then he jumped into the river, washed off the dirt on his body, tied his hair with a straw rope, and then walked towards the city.

After he entered the city, he asked many stores if they would accept people, but when the other party saw Li Kongkong's appearance, they would not invite him at all.

Li Kongkong felt a little desperate. If he had worked hard earlier instead of just wanting to be a free and easy beggar, maybe Mingjing would not die.

He would not become a person.

"Who is that? Are you looking for a job? My family needs a manure carrier. Are you coming?"

Someone shouted at Li Kongkong.

Li Honghong's eyes lit up: "Come!"

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"Lord Fang, if they wake up, they will definitely hate you, right?"

The Red Flame Saint looked at Fang Chen and said with a strange look.

"What is there to hate? This is an experience. Mingjing is not really dead."

Fang Chen smiled faintly: "Speaking of which, I also had this experience when I was young, but I have never forgotten everything from the beginning."

Thinking of this, Fang Chen looked at Li Wudao and the Red Flame Saint:

"Do you know the Samsara Immortal Gate?"

Li Wudao and the Red Flame Saint looked blankly:

"What Samsara Immortal Gate?"

"Nothing."

Fang Chen smiled, turned around and left. He planned to find Luan Qiutian to chat. (End of this chapter)