Since Seventeen followed the three children, some of them were thinking, could Seventeen be dead?After all, you have to protect the three children, and the place you are going to is probably not knowing the danger, but you don't want to. Seventeen is alive and has gained a fairy relationship. It really makes them envious.
Seventeen looked at them, and said: "The world of immortals is the same as the mortal world, and it can even be said to be more dangerous. With my skill in front of those immortals, there is almost no chance to fight back. Moreover, the immortals don't even need to kill people. A single coercion can crush a person, you don’t know, those beasts all have spiritual intelligence, and the combat power is still amazing..."
That night, Seventeen told his former brothers about the world of cultivating immortals, both beautiful and cruel. While marveling and admiring them, they also felt shocked in their hearts. Unexpectedly, the world of immortals would be the same as their mortal world. There is cruelty that can't escape.
It’s just that, even if they know there are killings there, they still yearn for them. After all, stepping into the avenue of Xiuxian will have twice the lifespan than a mortal, and they can also see so many things they have never seen before. I know the cruelty, and I regret that I don't have such a fate.
In the early morning of the next day, Feng Jiu helped Pan Hong inject the spiritual energy breath with silver needles to activate the blood vessels and meridians of his legs. On the one hand, he had a medicinal bath for him to soak. After returning to the hospital for a while, he saw Pan. The father took the people to send over the apocalypse that the emperor had ordered.
"Madam, these are all apologizes sent by our sage." Father Pan ordered people to send the things into the courtyard where Feng Jiu lived, put them on the table, and said: "These are not as good as the treasures that Madam has seen, but It is also a little heart from the Holy Spirit."
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "I will give you the things! These things are of no use to us."
Seeing this, Penning on the side asked people to send those things to the main courtyard.Because they also knew that these things they regarded as treasures were really useless to the immortals.
Feng Jiu came to sit outside the courtyard slowly, watching a few children playing outside the courtyard, Father Pan and Pening came to sit at the table under Feng Jiu's signal.
"Pan Hong's legs can be punctured with silver needles for only three days. The medicated bath in other times will slowly recover. After his legs can stand up and walk around, let him walk more early in the morning every day. You will recover faster if you practice."
Hearing Feng Jiu's words, Pan's father and Pening hurriedly responded: "Okay, we've written it down."
"Father! Grandpa, I want to cultivate immortals like Sister Yue'er and Mu Chen!" Bo Qing ran over and took Pening's hand: "I want to be as good as them, daddy, not only can I not beat Mu Chen, I also beat But sister Yue'er."
He recognized that he couldn't beat Mu Chen, but how could he not even touch the corner of sister Yue'er's clothes?
"Don't mess around!" Penning scolded.
"I didn't mess around, I just want to cultivate immortals!" He did not admit defeat, and was not afraid of his father's scolding. Instead, he came to his grandpa and pulled his sleeves: "Grandpa, I want to cultivate immortals. I want to be great."
"Little kid, don't mess around." Father Pan also said, patted his hand to soothe.
Seeing his grandfather did not help him, Bo Qing rolled his eyes and looked at the aunt who looked like a fairy. He walked up to her and looked up at the person sitting still taller than him. Looking at her hopefully: "Auntie Feng, can I also cultivate immortals? Can I be as good as Mu Chen and sister Yue'er?"