After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 248

The child lived up to Yuanjia's expectations and walked smoothly along the way. He did not stay in the illusion for too long. He just covered his abdomen with his hands and was sweating profusely. He looked shaky, but he woke up after a while.

As soon as he woke up, he quickly took out the steamed bread in his arms and took a few bites of it, chewing it quite carefully. The two examiners who were watching secretly guessed what happened in the illusion.

The child is pitiful, he is afraid of being hungry.

Yuanjia's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he followed the child all the way to the top of the mountain.

Ni Yangzhou shook his head, hoping that Yuan Jia would stop torturing him with homemade food.

Don't cause any harm to the child.

The wind rustled the bamboos and the shadows of the trees were slanting. Ni Yangzhou held his chin and looked at the long steps, thinking that perhaps he was still lucky.

The master came like a god and saved me in my despair.

Otherwise, given the environment where he grew up, it would be difficult for him to survive, let alone become an immortal.

I don’t even know which direction the gate of this Taoist temple faces.

Just as I was daydreaming, a familiar figure appeared.

That was Yi Yuanzheng, the son of King Xiding who had come to provoke us a few days ago.

Yi Yuanzheng had been in trouble recently. First, he was ordered by his master to invite a Taoist priest from Minghong Sect, but he returned empty-handed. When he returned to the palace, he went to report to the ancestor without stopping. Although the ancestor was not angry, he did not tell him that he would come to participate in the Minghong Sect's disciple recruitment meeting, and did not say what magic weapon he would give.

Yi Yuan was feeling depressed, thinking that his ancestor was too stingy and that it was not worth it to offer his gold, silver and treasures. Later, when he was about to set off, he didn't see any of his ancestors again.

If the spiritual energy in the mortal world was not insufficient, why would he need to travel thousands of miles to the Minghong Sect to worship his master again?

In a state of frustration, he left behind several servants who were lower in rank than him, and one of them climbed to the higher place first.

When he looked up, he saw Ni Yangzhou, who was bored, sitting on the silver-blue sword.

Yi Zhengyuan thought that enemies often meet on a narrow road, so he glanced at them, said nothing, and continued to walk up with his head down.

Ni Yangzhou smiled: "My Lord, I haven't seen you for a few days. Are you feeling better?"

Yi Zhengyuan was so angry that he couldn't catch his breath and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

The boy used his other hand to support his chin: "Deaf and blind."

Ni Yangzhou still remembered the other party's extremely contemptuous look that day, looking at him like an ant and treating him like grass.

Yi Zhengyuan was so angry that his chest heaved and his face turned red. He slammed the fan magic weapon in his hand shut and comforted himself by saying "When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head." He didn't retort again and just walked on.

When there was no resistance, Ni Yangzhou suddenly felt a little pointless. Yi Yuanzheng was not the only one who took advantage of his power to bully others. What's more, the Nascent Soul ancestor worshipped in his home had been stewed in a jar by Yuan Jia. Why should he compete with him?

The young man drew a few strokes in the air with his fingers, feeling the wind flowing through his fingertips, and tried to tell himself to "avoid greed, anger, and ignorance, and calm his mind and heart" and not to argue with people who don't need to.

Being an invigilator was boring, so Ni Yangzhou took this opportunity to examine himself. It was not that he had never been bullied by the powerful, but no matter how many times he had experienced it, he had never felt so bad about such a look.

If he himself were to enter the illusion, what would he see? Was he afraid of being powerless and at the mercy of others?

The boy scratched his head irritably.

Yi Yuanzheng didn't know that the people behind him had started to reflect on themselves because of his avoidance. He just walked forward angrily, and after a few steps he stepped into the illusion.

Ni Yangzhou looked up when he heard the voice, only to see Yi Yuan's hand, which was half raised, stopped and suddenly grabbed his neck, as if he wanted to pull something off, while kicking him wildly with his feet.

Judging from the posture and angle, there should be a person in the illusion.

wrong.

Ni Yangzhou watched for a while. Yi Zhengyuan attacked left and right, hitting and kicking. The fan in his hand fell to the ground. He excitedly punched the air with a ferocious expression.

Not alone.

Ni Yangzhou slowly approached from behind, and heard the other party muttering in a cold sweat:

"You deserve it! You deserve it. How can a bitch like you touch my things?"

"And you, you're just a horse breeder, so what if you're trampled to death? If you have another child, I'll kill him without mercy!"

"You all deserve to die! You all deserve to die!"

Then his expression suddenly changed and he looked very frightened.

"But... Father, Father, please look at me..."

"Father, please listen to my explanation... they deserve it!"

The proud young man in fine clothes in my impression, in the illusion, was like a poisonous snake that had shed its skin, revealing its rotten and dirty inner self, which was dazzling in the sunlight.

Ni Yangzhou watched coldly as Yi Zhengyuan finally pulled out a sharp sword from his waist and slashed it high, and the illusion appeared.

Yi Zhengyuan was in a trance. When he came to his senses, he had woken up from the illusion of being possessed by ghosts and then killing his father and usurping the throne.

Yi Zhengyuan tightly grasped the sword in his hand and exchanged glances with Ni Yangzhou. There was a hint of hatred in his narrow eyes, but he forced himself to hold it back. He lowered his head, touched the treasure fan, and hurriedly climbed up the stairs.

Ni Yangzhou, who had watched a big drama, knew the source of the hatred. It was just that he had seen too much.

The young man looked at the back of the person walking away, and thought that self-examination was not without effect. He discovered one of his shortcomings - he was not direct enough and cruel enough in scolding people.

The words I said just now were not harsh enough. Such a wicked person should be drowned in his spit.

Ni Yangzhou turned his head, secretly remembered this incident, and regained his spirit, continuing to watch these people walking alone on the Avenue of Immortality.

One day, Yan Congzhi was sitting in the house playing with the chess pieces in his hand, while on the other side, Master Haoping had just accepted his new disciple.

When Ni Yangzhou came in, Yuan Jia was leading the skinny kid out. Seeing the young man, Yuan Jia pointed and said to the new disciple, "Chengwang, call me uncle-master."

The child bowed, learning the etiquette properly and in a very standard manner, and then called out, "Master Uncle."

Ni Yangzhou clicked his tongue: "Okay, okay. Am I already this generation?"

Yuan Jia raised his chin and said, "What's the big deal? You should call your master Grand Master Uncle!"

The young man nodded and asked one more question: "Daohao wakes up so early? Which one is 'Cheng' and which one is 'Wang'?"

"Well, my master will lock me up again when I go back. If I don't get up quickly, the signature of my last disciple will not wait for me. '承望' in '承望'."

Ni Yangzhou looked at the skinny but serious-looking child and whispered, "It's not easy for them to have enough food to eat. Don't bear your expectations."

Yuan Jia looked down and saw the child looking up at the master who was holding his hand, his eyes full of innocence.

The white-haired fairy grass spirit looked at those eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. He changed his mind, which was unusual for a person who always did what he wanted. He said, "That makes sense. Let's change it to 'Chengwang', to fulfill our own wishes. Are you willing?"

The second half of the sentence was directed at the child. There was no reason for the child to disobey. The master said that he would have enough meals to eat every day in the future and would not let others snatch his food away. The master was the best master.

The child nodded: "Chengwang is willing."