Super Dragon Slaughtering System Chapter 2538: The Way of Heaven is like a dragon, Tu Zhi

"I'm here to go to Zhuxiang. Although Brother Chen is gone, don't be too sad. He has been consummate in his life."

Ning Qi patted Chen Huan's hand lightly, then took a stick of incense, and bowed his respects, looking at Chen Asan's portrait with a somewhat complicated expression.

He had seen that Chen Asan was exhausted during the day yesterday, but Chen Asan relied on a breath in his heart and kept going until last night. Ning Qi couldn't help asking himself, if it was before, he would use his own means. Will you continue to live for Chen Asan?

The answer is no.

In the past, Ning Qi could not have any intersection with mortals like Chen Asan.

There are more than tens of thousands of mortals in the world? Can it be saved?

For mortals, birth, old age, sickness and death is a process that must be taken in this life. If you want to escape from this process, only becoming a fairy is possible, but even a fairy has a time when the lifespan is exhausted.

Nowadays, Ning Qi is a mortal. Perhaps what a mortal has to experience is his own birth, old age, sickness and death and the birth, old age, sickness and death of others.

Ning Qi didn't feel the slightest sadness in Chen Asan's death. Perhaps he already knew that Chen Asan would die one day?

This feeling is unclear. "Big Brother Chen, as a mortal, can rely on the tone in his heart to fight against the sky for half a day. Under equal conditions, what is the difference with the immortal? The immortal also uses his own means to fight against the sky. This half-day time , It’s not cheaper than the ten thousand years captured by the fairy, because this half day,

To make Brother Chen's life complete, compared to the unwillingness of most immortals before dying, his realm is far higher. "

A trace of enlightenment flashed in Ning Qi's eyes.

A faint sword intent of comprehension of life and death enveloped Ning Qi, Chen Huan did not notice, nor did anyone else in the mourning hall notice.

Three Thousand Avenue, is there a way for mortals? Never have.

Since God won't give it, then step out by yourself.

At this moment, Ning Qi is an immortal and a demon, but he knows that his root is still a mortal, a mortal with seven emotions and six desires.

Destroying emotion, it is not emotion, but Tao. It is just the word extinguishing Tao. It is too rebellious and not Tao, just like the law does not spread to the six ears, it should not be rashly stated.

"Finally, you know why Qingqing Swordsmanship can kill immortals with the body of a mortal, because it can even be destroyed!"

A faint voice sounded in Ning Qi's mind.

It's the silver dragon. "With heaven, there will be immortals and demons. But before heaven, there were mortals. Mortals are the earliest existence in this world. Whether they are immortals or demons, they have a trace of irreversibility with heaven. Only this mortal has nothing to do with the way of heaven, forming two freshness

The opposite of Ming, one is strong and one is weak, one is black and one is white, and one is yin and one yang. "

"I already know what a mortal is, but what is the way of heaven?"

"The way of heaven is like a dragon, and the world will rise and fall, and slaughter it!"

"Slaying dragons... I seem to be quite good at it."

………

Seven days later, Chen Asan was buried, and Chen Huan gradually recovered his status as the shopkeeper of the silk shop. Chen Xi also often came to Ning Qi’s shop to observe these long swords that Ning Qi used mortal methods to create. , These long swords don't have the slightest aura, they are ordinary.

"Uncle Qi, it's dinner."

When it was time for dinner, Chen Huan walked into the store, picked up Chen Xi, and greeted Ning Qi.

After Chen Asan left, Chen Huan knew that Ning Qi never cooked, so he asked Ning Qi to eat with them. He said very bluntly that Ning Qi had no children, and that Ning Qi had no children, and that he would end up in retirement in the future. Just leave it to him.

After seven or eight years, some people have begun to discuss the people from Qingshi Town in private, because the appearance of those people has not changed in these seven or eight years, even if it is Chen Huan’s refining qi. On the tenth floor, the appearance is slowly getting old.

But these discussions are limited to private, even if they have doubts, they dare not speak out in public.

When someone said that in Liyang City, there are many more people like this who will never get old, the people in Qingshi Town think that maybe something big will happen.

One day, when Ning Qi, Chen Huan, Xiao Qing, Chen Xi, the four of them were eating, a figure suddenly fell in the sky. It is like Zhang Chaozhong at the beginning, but this figure is not him, but Chen Huan’s uncle, Yan Zhengfeng. Yan Zhengfeng is also at least 70 years old, but now it looks like Chen Huan is almost the same. His arrival made Xiaoqing and Chen Xi is a little scared, because Yan Zhengfeng is full of blood

.

Ning Qi frowned slightly and put down his chopsticks.

Chen Huan quickly helped Yan Zhengfeng up with a solemn expression: "Uncle, what happened?"

"Liyang City..."

Yan Zhengfeng pointed in the direction of Liyang City, and then fainted. His current cultivation is only Qi refining the seventh level, which is far inferior to Chen Huan.

"Husband, who is he?"

Xiao Qing should have never seen Yan Zhengfeng, but after hearing Chen Huan call his brother-in-law, he already had some guesses in his heart.

"It's my little uncle, my... martial arts come from him."

Chen Huan hugged Yan Zhengfeng and explained that there was a trace of sorrow in his expression.

On the second day, Yan Zhengfeng's injury has improved with the help of Chen Huan. At this moment, he is talking with Chen Huan in a serious face. "Xiao Huan, I know that you have had some adventures over the years, and your cultivation is stronger than mine, but the enemy I provoke, your uncle, is too terrifying, listen to me, take your wife and Chen Xi, leave here together, they will definitely chase here! As for me, hurt

The momentum is too heavy to leave with you, stop talking! "

Chen Huan was silent for a while, "I promised my father, I will guard this silk shop."

"Petition! Fate is more important or shop is more important. I blame me. I was unconscious at the time, otherwise, I would not come to you anyway!"

Yan Zhengfeng looked a little ugly.

Yesterday, he was really delirious. Under the influence of his subconscious mind, he ran to the silk shop. Now he regrets it.

"Don't worry, my uncle, maybe your enemy hasn't found your trace yet."

Chen Huan said.

At the same time, a figure appeared on this street. It was an old man with a gloomy look. He walked slowly to the silk shop, with his mouth raised, and said softly: "Yan Zhengfeng, ran into my house. Young master, where else do you want to escape?"

Although the old man’s voice is very soft, people in the whole street can hear it clearly. Suspicious eyes fell on the old man in an instant, Yan Zhengfeng? As far as they know, Chen Huan is not called Yan Zhengfeng. Was this old man looking for the wrong place, or was Chen Huan an enemy outside?

The immortals passing nearby took a look at the old man after hearing the words, and then a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. In their eyes, what is the difference between a monk in the congenial stage and these ant-like mortals? However, they felt that this matter might be used as a condiment in this boring waiting, and they stopped and watched with a smile.