So What If You've Been Reborn?

When Shi Feng came back, it was already dark and Yuzhou city had a curfew.

The snow stopped, and the watchman took a sip of the jug from his waist, rubbed his fingers and walked past Shisanfang, Xicheng. He didn't even see a stray cat on the road, and he didn't even see a small courtyard at the bottom of the alley standing on the wall. silhouette.

The reason why Shi Feng didn't go in immediately was because he saw his junior in the courtyard.

I haven't been back for two days, and there is a rough stone table in the courtyard, on which there are some things for New Year's sacrifices, which are commonly used by ordinary people.Standing by the tree, Chen He was holding the deep celadon ampoule with round mouth and big belly, changing the water for the fish tank.

It has snowed for two days, and even though it is thin, there is still a layer of white on the tiles of the house.

The shadows of the trees in the cold wind and the twilight in the snowy night make the young men who are busy in the courtyard stand tall and handsome.

Chen He held the fish tank carefully with both hands. He wanted to use spiritual energy to support the fish but was afraid of shocking the fish, so he could only tilt the mouth of the ampoule slightly, and poured the fish and water into another slightly larger container. Fine gauze.

This process is extremely slow, and there is not even a sound of water.

The water flows down the tank wall, and the fish hidden under the leaves involuntarily follow the water to the dish, and only when they touch the gauze net do they turn upstream.

Shi Feng smiled unconsciously.

——Cultivators understand the aura of heaven and earth, making everything unaware.

And the magic cultivator will take away the aura of heaven and earth, and the law of heaven will not tolerate it.

How could Shi Feng be unhappy as his junior brother cultivated diligently and made great strides by the day?

In the courtyard, Chen He put the empty celadon deep ampoule on the table, unintentionally raised his head, and saw the familiar red shadow, his eyes lit up immediately.

Chen Ho was still patting his clothes, and Shi Feng was already standing in front of him in a flash.

"Brother, you are back." Chen He was full of curiosity.

The cultivator's market under the jurisdiction of the Heluo Sect doesn't know what they sell. Do they set up stalls like ordinary people?Or is everything put in the mustard magic weapon, and everyone stands in front of the booth in a daze, holding a sign?

Is there anything to eat at the market?What do you use to buy things?silver?

Do monsters roam around with their own bodies, or is it stipulated that they must become humans?Wait until they appear in the market, will they be stunned, stunned, abducted... In short, sold?

——Since senior brother doesn't take him there, it should be very dangerous.

"Brother, are you alright?" Chen Ho caught a glimpse of Shi Feng's sleeves being damaged, and immediately became nervous.

Shi Feng's clothes were not cut from mortal fabrics, they wouldn't get wet when exposed to water, and they wouldn't burn if thrown into fire.To damage it, the other party at least used the Magical Artifact Spirit Treasure.

Even masters like senior brothers have to fight in the market. It seems that it is very difficult to buy things in the realm of comprehension.

Just like trying to buy vegetables from the Yuzhou city market in this snowy day, the order is fast, ruthless, and accurate, and you have to be willing to spend money. This is how Aunt Wang next door carried back two bundles of cabbage. Can I buy pickled cabbage, can it be the same?

Chen He silently added one item to his practice list: Without strength, you can't even buy good things in the market.

Of course Shi Feng didn't know that the thoughts in his junior's mind could run farther than a wild horse.

He lowered his head, and what he saw was Chen Ho's worried expression, and he couldn't help but pat his head: "It's okay, it's a common thing for cultivators to compete."

This kind of understatement made Chen He think again of how hard it was for Aunt Wang next door to grab cabbage...

Chen Ho shook his head. He couldn't imagine his senior brother's appearance. With his senior brother's strength, as soon as he made a move, others would automatically dodge it.

"That...brother, are there many Mahayana masters in the cultivation world?"

"Not many, not too few, there are always dozens, but half of them live in seclusion all the year round." After Shi Feng finished speaking, he saw Chen He's relieved expression, his heart moved, and he touched his junior brother's forehead in a funny way.

It seems that the younger brother is worried about him.

Shi Feng asked the puppet to hold out a bowl, and then threw the mirage pearl wrapped in aura into the bowl.

——It turns out that this is Chinese cabbage.

Chen Ho looked thoughtfully at the bead that seemed to be emitting white smoke, and then looked up at Shi Feng.

"This is a mirage pearl. The mirage breathed out by the clam monster in the South China Sea has been transformed over the years." Shi Feng was very pleased that Chen Ho did not reach out to touch something he didn't know. He explained patiently, "The mirage can make people see many illusions. The mirage can not only record everything that happened around it, but also record the phantoms seen by the people who broke into the mirage. In the place where the mirage is entrenched in the South Sea, once a mortal breaks in, he will never be able to get out again. .”

Chen Ho blinked, and he saw a ring of spiritual energy around the bead, tightly wrapping the white smoke.

He suddenly raised his head and said unexpectedly, "Senior brother, I have learned the technique of opening up the mysteries with a hundred orifices now, so you don't have to re-cultivate the introductory mentality every day."

"Snapped."

The mirage beads rolled directly on the bottom of the bowl.

Shi Feng's expression was sullen and unpredictable: "What did you say?"

"I didn't know before, but later my senior brother told me that the kung fu of this sect has been practiced beyond recognition by you. The Nirvana Destroying Yuan Kung Fu is so terrifying that even your blood can destroy the vitality of all souls. True Qi must be more powerful than blood essence. Great! The masters of the sect all transform their true energy into spiritual energy to help their disciples practice, senior brother, you—”

"I have already said that your and my skills come from the same source, so why is there any hindrance?" Shi Feng's voice was harsh.

"It is now, but what about when I first entered the valley?" Chen He lowered his head lower and lower, and his last words were as light as snowflakes blown off the eaves by the wind, "When there was no period for nourishing Qi..."

Even if Shi Feng's true energy was turned into spiritual energy, it could only kill people.

The blood dripping on Chen He's body is from the same source, it doesn't matter, but a six-year-old child can't remember what happened yesterday, and he can't practice step by step at the beginning, so who can dredge his meridians and nourish his qi? Pei Yuan?Other people in the Black Abyss Valley?No, a mental method can only be assisted by fellow students, and Shi Feng is the only one left in the Beixuan School.

There is only one answer.

When Shi Feng needed to use the "true Beixuan school spirit energy", he let the true energy enter the dantian, empty the meridians, and re-raise the energy - because the true energy is special, the newly cultivated spirit energy will eventually be swallowed up, and can only be used as a For consumables.

The cold wind blew the snow from the eaves, and the small courtyard was silent.

After a long time, Shi Feng slowly asked, "When did you find out?"

Chen He didn't dare to say anything.

"Speak."

"After coming to Yuzhou." Chen He grabbed Shi Feng's sleeve anxiously, "Senior brother, I will soon be able to form the alchemy, I will work hard to cultivate, and when I am like senior brother in the future—"

"shut up!"

It was the first time Shi Feng scolded him so harshly, but Chen Ho calmed down and stood firmly with firm eyes.

"It's not like that." Shi Feng was confused.

The Beixuan School has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and the ancient records have long been lost.But in the past 3000 years, there have also been ancestors who have transcended the catastrophe and ascended. Their cultivation base is higher, but they have not experienced the situation of over-training like myself.

The problem wasn't with Beixuan's kung fu at all, but with Shi Feng himself.

——No matter how much Chen Ho cultivated, he would never become like Shi Feng, with his true essence gone and his life lost.

"I retrain my mind every day to find a way to break through, maybe I can change it back. These new true essence and spiritual power will disappear soon. Wouldn't it be good to help you practice?"

"Brother didn't lie to me?"

"I'm not lying to you." Shi Feng was in a complicated mood, but he had no choice but to take Chen Ho, who was standing in a daze, into his arms.

Since the younger brother grew up, except for the time he met Liang Qianshan, he hadn't hugged him like this before.

"Mirage Pearl..." Chen He muttered.

Shi Feng had no choice but to continue to explain: "This bead can only be stored in a special container. Wrapping it with spiritual power is not to show it to you, but to let you eat it."

"Eat it?" Chen He was startled.

Shi Feng let go of his arms and motioned for Chen Ho to sit beside him.

"This bead can create hallucinations, so it should be used to practice magic weapons!" Chen He probed to see that round bead was full of danger, and it was not a sugar ball no matter how you looked at it.

"Yes, eat it, and seal it in the Zifu of the Shentai with the fire in the stone!"

Shi Feng tapped Chen He's eyebrows, and said softly, "From now on, you will be able to remember everyday things."

Chen Ho was stunned.

Fortunately, the bowl was not in his hands, otherwise he would have dropped it by mistake.

"Okay, you can eat tonight." Shi Feng turned his head and looked at a pile of strange New Year sacrificial items on the table, "What is this?"

"...I saw those offering sacrifices to the God of Wealth and the Stove. Shouldn't we... Well, the Beixuan Sect has a Patriarch, right?"

Chen Ho was worried that Shi Feng would think of something bad, so he could only answer evasively.

Shi Feng nodded, without saying a word, he led his junior into the room.

When it was almost dawn, Shi Feng reopened the door and walked into the small courtyard.

When he was not in front of Chen He, he always looked indifferent, brushed his sleeves, and Chen He's door was closed silently, and through the gap, one could see Chen He's cheeks flushed while sleeping in the thick quilt.

Shi Feng stood alone without saying a word.

Two days ago, he drove back and forth from Yuzhou to the capital, and even had a fight with Venerable Huanjian.

Even though both sides didn't make any serious moves, the confrontation with the top masters who were far superior to the Mahayana stage, the power and influence were not easy to bear.

Shi Feng rubbed the corners of his eyes wearily. He believed that Venerable Huanjian would not be able to catch him. Similarly, he didn't know whether the number one master of the Demonic Dao still had a deadly trump card. It would be unwise to be an enemy of Venerable Huanjian. .Anyway, he just wanted the Mirage Orb, and if he got it, there was no need to keep pestering him.

Shi Feng silently walked to the stone table and began to sort out the things Chen He had bought.

Candlesticks, sacrificial offerings, incense burners... are all commonly used things by ordinary people, only one tablet is empty, and there is no time to write on it.

Shi Feng also had no plans to engrave the words upwards.

He slowly took the red box out of the mustard magic weapon, and placed it neatly in the center of the tablet. After a long silence, Shi Feng took three steps back, deeply apprehensive.

"The ancestors have knowledge in the upper realms, but Beixuan may be destroyed. My master Nan Hongzi was killed by me. Shi Feng is incompetent. I only hope that my junior brother is safe."

Then he left the yard without looking back.

The author has something to say: The meaning of Shi Feng's blessing is: his junior brother's fatal fate is not suitable for accepting apprentices, so the Beixuan sect may be extinct—or maybe it means.

Why is it not suitable to accept apprentices? Shi Feng used himself as an example