Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Master Hollyhock did not notice the strangeness of the three people, and said to himself:

"I heard that there are three hundred immortal sects in the ancient immortal road, and these three hundred immortal sects are the first-class sects in the immortal world.

If we become immortal seedlings, our status will be higher than ordinary disciples in these immortal sects. We can directly enter the inner sect and become the core. After all, not all monks born in the immortal world can master the immortal will. "

"Old man, I wonder where these Three Hundred Immortal Sects come from? From what you said, it seems that you know a lot about the Three Hundred Immortal Sects."

Bu Qingyu asked calmly.

Fang Yunmeng seemed not to care, but the tips of his ears twitched slightly.

"I didn't know that. Those who became immortal seedlings all went to the fairy world, and those who didn't become immortal seedlings just heard some information related to the immortal sect. Whether it is true or false, I can just listen to it as a joke."

Master Hollyhock smiled lightly and said: "If you want to know, when you become a fairy seedling and go to the fairy world, you will know everything clearly. It is better than guessing here."

The two girls were thoughtful, then smiled and nodded: "Yes, you will know when you become fairy seedlings and go to the fairy world."

Master Hollyhock yawned, with a wry smile on his face: "I'm sleepy, let's go and take a nap first."

He stood up and left, his steps staggering a little.

"Master Hollyhock's lifespan seems to have reached the limit of the golden elixir. Now he has become a mortal here. If he doesn't get out of trouble early, I'm afraid he will run out of lifespan and die."

Fang Yunmeng said.

Bu Qingyu nodded lightly: "Yes, we have to leave here as soon as possible. Even though we have a long life, we can't bear to waste it like this."

The two women also stood up and left. Fang Yunmeng is now working as a prostitute in a large family to support the family.

Bu Qingyu also found a way to make money. She now tells people's fortunes at the Town God's Temple in Ishikawa County. Because of her professional terminology and a little knowledge of physiognomy, she can easily fool ordinary people. Now some people call her Bu Xiangu.

During the next period of time, Zhao Hu remained unfazed, coming for two hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon. After Fang Chen finished teaching boxing, he would leave the yard alone and walk around Ishikawa County.

Sometimes Zhao Hu would follow him to lead the way.

The sky turned cold without realizing it. Fang Chen stood not far from the City God's Temple and gently touched his cheek, feeling the coldness.

The sky has white floating catkins falling slowly.

"Master, it's going to snow. I heard from dad that the weather is good this year. I will go to the mountains to pick 'Xue Jian' and wait until next year to sell this tea at a big price."

Zhao Hu looked up at the sky, a touch of excitement flashing in his smart eyes.

Many children nearby were already shouting with excitement. It seemed that snowing was an exciting and happy thing for them.

Fang Chen smiled and nodded: "Since it's winter, from now on you can come for two hours in the morning and not in the afternoon."

"yes."

Zhao Hu nodded quickly.

"Bu Xiangu, please remember to come to my house tomorrow to show my daughter-in-law whether the baby in her belly is a boy or a girl."

"Bu Xiangu, my family has been having nightmares recently. Is there something evil? Come and see if you have time."

"Bu Xiangu..."

After a while, Bu Qingyu finished dealing with these people and came to Fang Chen, "Fellow Daoist Ji, did you find anything today?"

Fang Chen shook his head gently.

Bu Qingyu sighed, glanced at the floating catkins in the sky, and said in a low voice:

"It's been several months..."

"Let's go, we're going to prepare some charcoal fire for the winter."

Fang Chen said.

Bu Qingyu nodded. Now that they have become mortals, they also need charcoal fire to survive the cold weather. Otherwise, if something goes wrong due to the cold, there won't be many skilled doctors here.

It was snowing heavily, and what Fang Chen had to do every day when he got up, besides teaching Zhao Hu boxing, was to sweep the heavy snow from the entrance of the courtyard.

Now he is wearing two thick cotton-padded jackets. Fang Yunmeng earned a lot of subsidies from being a female celebrity, so he personally made several cotton-padded jackets for everyone to spend the winter.

At night, a bonfire was lit in the yard, and the light of the fire shone erratically on everyone's faces.

Bu Qingchen's face was solemn, "I've been on several escort trips during this period, to places far, far away. The illusion here... is too real. Sometimes I suspect that this place is not an illusion at all."

Fang Yunmeng nodded lightly: "The details... are indeed too subtle, but if not the illusion, where would this place be? Is it possible that there is another world in the ancient immortal road?"

Bu Qingyu fell into deep thought.

The real Hollyhock wore a thick cotton hat, put his hands in the sleeves of his robe, and buried half of his face under his scarf, with only two eyes exposed and staring at the bonfire:

"Since it is the Ancient Immortal Road, it is not surprising that there is a world. It's just that I can't figure out what it wants us to do."

"I regret a little. If I had known this, I shouldn't have come this time."

Bu Qingchen smiled bitterly and said: "Being a carefree golden elixir, even if I don't follow this ancient immortal path, I will still be 60% sure of condensing the Nascent Soul in the future. By then, the world will be huge and everyone can go there, so why bother being trapped in a corner. "

Everyone fell into silence and stopped talking.

Fang Chen suddenly smiled and said: "I'll settle down now that I'm here. Maybe this place is to teach us how to be a mortal. If we can't even be a mortal, what qualifications do we have to become an immortal?"

"Everyone is an ant. You have to avoid being an ant to become an immortal. I think there is a deeper meaning here."

Bu Qingchen shook his head slightly, not agreeing with Fang Chen's words.

Winter passed quickly, and when spring came, Zhao Hu had grown a lot in size, and he had mastered 30 to 40% of the boxing skills taught by Fang Chen.

Occasionally, when Zhao Hu was practicing martial arts and he had no work to do, Blacksmith Zhao would bring two bottles of shochu to Fang Chen and Hollyhock for a few sips.

Master Hollyhock's face turned red after drinking, with a slightly drunken smile on his face. He glanced at Zhao Hu and smiled at Blacksmith Zhao:

"It's a pity that Xiaohu can't learn my skills, otherwise I would teach him two moves without saying much."

"Oh? The old man also knows martial arts?"

Blacksmith Zhao was a little surprised.

"The old man doesn't know martial arts, but the old man understands..."

Master Hollyhock frowned and whispered to himself: "What do you know...Why can't I remember it all of a sudden? My mind is getting more and more confused..."

Fang Chen was slightly startled, looked at Master Hollyhock and said softly: "Old man, can you think about it again?"

"I don't want to think about it anymore, I have a headache thinking about it. Come on, drink and drink."

Master Hollyhock smiled and clinked glasses with the two of them, then took a sip of wine, picked up a peanut, threw it into his mouth and smashed it twice, with a satisfied smile on his face.

That night, Fang Chen and four other people stood in front of Master Hollyhock. When they mentioned cultivation, the immortal way, and the ancient immortal path, Master Hollyhock's face was filled with confusion.

Bu Qingyu's eyes were red and she buried her head in Bu Qingchen's arms, as if she was afraid of something.

Fang Yunmeng murmured to himself: "One day...will we also forget who we are?"

"No! Definitely not! The old man only became confused when his life was about to end."

A look of determination appeared on Bu Qingchen's face.

Fang Chen remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.