Cultivation from entry to abandonment

"Huh? A man? Is he a cook?" You Xi asked curiously.

Jiang Fuqing waved his hands and said, "No."

"Then why does he have so many?"

"Hobby." Jiang Fuqing smiled, swallowed the bait in his mouth, and continued: "No one will believe it. He has a lot of momentum outside. Outsiders don't know that he can cook."

You Xi became interested as soon as he heard it, and pestered him to explain it clearly, but Jiang Fuqing stopped talking, and You Xi couldn't help it, knowing that he was a boring gourd, and he would never spit out things that he made up his mind not to say. After half a word, I had no choice but to give up, just sighed in disappointment, and said: "Men with such cooking skills are rare. It would be great if my future husband can also cook. Then how can I cook?" Isn't it the endless luck of the God of Cookery?"

Jiang Fuqing followed him and sighed.

"I heard that after reaching a certain level of comprehension, you don't need to eat." You Xi looked forward to it.

Jiang Fuqing supported his head with one hand, and said: "But unfortunately, I can't cultivate it anyway. I finally gathered spiritual power, and I can't go any further."

Completed the whole process from getting started to giving up.

"Then you just gave up?" You Xi asked.

"Then what else can I do?" I had no choice but to take the next best thing and choose to take | drugs to continue my life.

Jiang Fuqing yawned, and looked at the bluestone tiles outside the house without blinking. The rain washed the tile floor spotlessly.

The new year has passed in a blink of an eye, and the red lanterns of each household have been withdrawn one after another. The earth is returning to spring, and the flowers are blooming. The flowers and plants in his small courtyard have also begun to sprout new buds. Some blooming in a hurry, there are already buds , a thriving scene.There is no snow this year, and it seems to be a warm winter.

On this day, Jiang Fuqing was about to go out to buy something in the market, but saw a man in yellow shirt standing at the door.Jiang Fuqing walked over and opened the door, only to find that it was Liu Buchen.Liu Buan walked in, saw Jiang Fuqing, very happy, pulled him and talked non-stop, saying: "Sorry, I was arrested again, and I found a chance to sneak out after the New Year. How did you come to Yuezhou?"

Seeing him coming, Jiang Fuqing naturally gave up the idea of ​​going to the market, led him to sit on the stone bench in the yard, then went to the room to bring out a pot of tea, turned up the cup that was upside down on the table, and gave it to him. He refilled his tea, sat down, and said, "That's a lot to say."

Seeing his unhappy expression, he was afraid that there was some awkwardness with Shang Mingqian, so he asked, "That Shang Mingqian of yours fell ill again?"

Jiang Fuqing shook his head and said, "It's not my family anymore."

"What's going on?" Liu Buan blinked and asked.

Jiang Fuqing said: "I pretended to be dead and ran away. He should have thought I was dead."

"He's a ruthless person." Liu Bu'an never expected that he, who looks soft and weak, would actually play this trick.

Jiang Fuqing smiled slightly, and then asked, "Where are you going next?"

Liu Bu'an just ran out, didn't think of a good place to go, shook his head, and said, "I don't know. I think your yard is quite big, so I don't know if you can let me live in it. I will pay your rent."

Jiang Fuqing doesn't care, anyway, he lives alone, there are plenty of rooms, Liu Bu'an has a straightforward personality, and he is a doctor, so he can charge an extra rent, wouldn't that be great?So he nodded in agreement.Liu Bu'an was worried that he had no place to live, and he didn't want to stay in a hotel, so he could discuss "psychology" with Jiang Fuqing here, which was good no matter what he thought.

Liu Bu'an doesn't need to eat, so he doesn't know how to cook. Whenever Jiang Fuqing talks about Shang Mingqian's stove skills, he still finds it incredible.It's just that Liu Buchen is greedy, because he doesn't like Jiang Fuqing's cooking skills, and occasionally brings back some delicious food from outside, the two of them live comfortably.

It's just that Liu Bu'an doesn't like to see a doctor, and never takes the initiative to take the initiative to do work. Only when Jiang Fuqing doesn't understand and asks him for advice, will he give some pointers, or a disease that he has never seen before and that makes him curious. Put your heart into it.He was most afraid of trouble, and only said to the outside world that he was Jiang Fuqing's drug boy, and he didn't know how to see a doctor.

Jiang Fuqing was chopping vegetables again this day, but his technique was really unskilled, and he didn't make much progress after practicing for a long time, so he accidentally cut his hand again.Liu Bu'an happened to be passing by, and was about to go out after picking up tea in the kitchen. When he saw his fingers bleeding, he walked over, pulled his wrist, and blew on his fingers.

The finger healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Fuqing was dumbfounded, stared at him for a while, and said in surprise: "Why do you all know how to blow immortal air?" Shang Mingqian was like this in the past, just blowing a breath is enough.

Liu Bu'an knew that he was talking about Shang Mingqian, smiled slightly, and sighed: "Cultivation is good."

Jiang Fuqing was annoyed, he also wanted to cultivate truth!But he is a cauldron!Annoying!

Cultivators are different. Ordinary people can only spit out carbon dioxide, but they can spit out spiritual power.

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Shang Mingqian had originally made up his mind not to look for Jiang Fuqing, but it has been almost a year, he still thinks about Jiang Fuqing, afraid that he will be cold, sick, hungry, and injured, so he often looks at Jiang Fuqing with a water mirror Clear your eyes.But this time, something was wrong. A man in a yellow shirt lived in his yard, and he must be the man who chatted with Jiang Fuqing before.

what do you say that is?

Liu is not angry.

Shang Mingqian figured it out.

This man is elusive, and his cultivation base is not low, but his name has never been heard in the cultivation world.Jiang Fuqing seems to know him quite well, they often eat together and chat about things.Fortunately, they didn't live in the same room, otherwise he would have to rush over and tear Liu Bu'an into pieces.

Seeing Liu Bu'an grabbing Jiang Fuqing's wrist, he was so angry that he made a fist unconsciously, and punched the table, which instantly turned into powder.I was restless, pacing back and forth in the room, knowing what I should do, but there was nothing I could do for a while.

Shang Mingqian was so upset that he decided to practice in seclusion to stabilize his mind, so he hastily confessed a few words to his confidants and protectors, and went into the secret room alone.Sitting cross-legged in the empty secret room, guiding the spiritual power to travel around the meridians, over and over again, only the shadow of Jiang Fuqing flashed in my mind, and I was in a trance for a while, I only felt a dull pain in my heart and a faint red light in my eyes In a flash, he knew that the nasty person was about to come out again.

There was darkness in front of him, Shang Mingqian opened his eyes and entered the sea of ​​consciousness.Suddenly, at the place where the red light flickered in front of him, a human figure gradually appeared. That person was dressed in red, heroic, with contemptuous eyes, exactly his own appearance.Shang Mingqian stood up and looked at him, and the man looked at him like this.

They are obviously the same person, but their temperament is completely different.

"You are me?" Shang Mingqian asked.

The red one just made a joke, then walked up and said contemptuously, "I can't even keep the things I like. Why don't you let me go out?"

Shang Mingqian settled down, stared at him, and said in a deep voice: "I will not let you go out to harm the common people."

The red one laughed loudly, grabbing his shoulders with both hands, and said viciously: "I am you, and you are me. As long as you exist, I will exist. Can you lock me up forever?"

In a trance.

One red and one white looked at each other in the pitch-black sea of ​​consciousness space.