Realizing This Is A Wuxia World After Cultivating For 300 Years

Hong Fugui's reaction was beyond Cui Heng's expectations.

After some questioning, he finally understood what was going on.

It turned out that Hong Fugui was born in a remote small mountain village. His parents were both tenant farmers of the landlord.

When Hong Fugui was eight years old, there was a drought, and when he was nine years old, there was a plague of locusts and plagues. A severe famine spread, and in some places, people could eat each other.

In this case, the landlord still refused to reduce the rent, but intensified the oppression, causing Hong Fugui's parents, two older brothers, and a younger sister to starve to death.

When Hong Fugui's parents were dying, they had hallucinations, and all they whispered in their mouths were "There is porridge to drink, it's an endless white porridge, Fuguier, come and drink..."

But they didn't really drink even a mouthful of porridge until they died.

Even after his death, he was beaten by the landlord and was almost robbed by the hungry people to cook meat.

It was Hong Fugui who was carrying a sickle and hacked three people to death before barely saving the bodies of his parents, siblings, and cremating them.

Therefore, when he saw this bowl of fragrant white porridge, he was a little moved and thought of his parents, brothers and sisters who passed away.

Cui Heng was silent for a long time after hearing the words. After Hong Fugui's emotions calmed down, he patted his shoulder lightly and said, "Come on, have some porridge first."

Now Hong Fugui's situation is very dangerous, the state of extreme hunger coupled with violent mood swings, it is very likely that he will pass out directly.

"Thank you Xian, Xianzun." Hong Fugui thanked him personally. He didn't know what to call Cui Heng, so he simply called Xianzun along with the Yellow Turban Warrior.

"My surname is Cui, you can call me Mr. Cui." Cui Heng smiled.

"Yes, Mr. Cui." Hong Fugui responded quickly, sat at the table at the same time, looked at the bowl of porridge, then looked at Cui Heng, and asked carefully, "Mr. Cui, I, can I really drink it? ?"

"Drink it, you can slow down, don't burn it." Cui Heng nodded lightly.

"Wow! It's so fragrant! It's so hot!" Hong Fugui exclaimed while drinking the porridge. Even if it was hot, he didn't want to stop. After all, in his more than ten years of life, he had never eaten as happily as today.

Cui Heng didn't stop him, just watched.

The rice used in this white porridge is not ordinary, it is the spirit rice produced in the novice farm.

Not only is it full of color and fragrance, but also contains subtle spiritual energy, rich in nutrients, but moisturizing and silent, and will not replenish excess all at once.

Cui Heng had a good impression of Hong Fugui, a poor man who suffered so much.

A mere bowl of white porridge, for him, is just a small effort, but it has already given this poor man unprecedented happiness.

Besides, he had spent ten years in this novice space alone, and if it wasn't for the Yellow Turbans, he would have almost forgotten how to speak.

But the Yellow Turban Lux is just an obedient robot, and has no real intelligence.

Now that a human who can communicate normally has finally come in, of course he wants to make Hong Fugui healthy, even if it is just talking.

You can also learn about the outside world by the way.

...

Hong Fugui devoured the food.

The whole big pot of white porridge was wiped out by him in less than a minute, and naturally the two small bowls of mustard were also killed.

The belly is warm and bulging, this is the happiness he has never felt.

However, Hong Fugui didn't just think about the aftertaste. He hurriedly stood up and wanted to thank Cui Heng, but suddenly found that he seemed to have grown taller.

"What's the matter?" He looked down at his hands and feet in astonishment, and found that his palms were much larger, his sleeves were shorter, and his trousers were shorter.

I just drank a bowl of porridge, and I actually grew taller, grew up?

Moreover, the body seems to be much lighter, and the injuries all over the body have been healed.

"So this isn't porridge, it's an elixir!" Hong Fugui was extremely shocked, looking at Cui Heng with gratitude and indescribable reverence.

Such an immortal medicine is so generous to give himself such a muddy leg to eat.

This is definitely a great immortal who saves suffering!

"Thank you Xianzun for saving your life, thank Xianzun for giving me the elixir!" Hong Fugui was so excited that he didn't know how to express it, so he knelt down and kowtowed again, and bowed to Cui Heng in a way of thanking the gods and Buddhas.

"It's just an ordinary meal." Cui Heng shook his head and smiled, raised his hand to make Hong Fugui stand up, and said, "Don't kneel again in the future, just call Mr. ."

Have you seen the Immortal Venerable at the sixth level of Qi Refining?

The Yellow Turban Lux belonged to the "system setting", and he couldn't change it. He felt guilty when others called him that.

"It's an immortal, sir." Hong Fugui nodded quickly, and then asked respectfully, "Sir saved my life and gave me an elixir, my life is yours, sir, if you have any orders, just say it. "

Instead of seeking the way to save the world, he first focused on repaying Cui Heng's favor.

"Don't you want a way to save the world?" Cui Heng chuckled.

"I haven't reported the great kindness of Mr., how dare I ask for the holy law." Hong Fugui shook his head.

"Then talk to me first and play games." Cui Heng raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled, "Come with me and teach you what PS5 is."

"Fart Ace Dance?" Hong Fugui looked confused, only to feel that the immortal's words were really mysterious.

...

For the next three days, Cui Heng did not rush to ask Hong Fugui about the situation outside.

He took Hong Fugui to play games, eat, farm, chat about some things, and he was very relaxed.

Compared with the ten years of living alone, Cui Heng felt that these were the three days when he was in the best mood.

In this state of mind, he felt that the bottleneck of his realm that had been stagnant for more than a year was actually loosened!

Yes, he was stagnant for more than a year just at the sixth level of Qi Refining!

This is one of the reasons why he is aware of the reality.

"Sure enough, you have to stay happy to cultivate immortals!" Cui Heng thought in his heart.

And for Hong Fugui.

The three-day experience in Wonderland can be described as mysterious.

He has seen too many bizarre and incredible treasures of the fairy family.

for example:

A fairy door lock that can be opened with a single touch without a key.

A fairy light that can be switched on and off freely without wax oil, just by saying a word.

A fairy jug that automatically boils without ignition, just by putting water in it.

And the most amazing fart ace dance!

Not a dance, but a fairy magic weapon.

This magic weapon can display all kinds of scenes on a light curtain, some are terrifying and gloomy, some are wonderful and magnificent, and there seem to be countless worlds inside.

What is even more bizarre is that a small mortal like himself can actually control the creatures of these worlds through this magic weapon!

It's unbelievable!

I am afraid that only the existence of complete control of these worlds can grant such a great authority to such a small mortal.

In just three days, in Hong Fugui's heart, Cui Heng has been upgraded from the image of a hidden immortal to a supreme being who controls countless worlds.

This morning, Hong Fugui walked out of the room and was about to ask Cui Heng to say hello.

But as soon as he went out, he saw the sun and the moon in the sky, shining brightly.

I saw that there were streaks of golden clouds flowing in the sky.

At this time, a figure was bathed in the radiance of the sun and the moon and the glow of the sky, slowly rising to the sky.

Cui Heng broke through.

Qi refining seven layers!