"No wonder! Can monasticism really preserve youth forever?" Meng Hui was awakened by a book that was accidentally thrown out by the small ribs and slammed on the back of his head. He was also concerned about the little guy's unreasonableness and asked in a trembling voice.
"Although I don't know what the other ascetics are doing, my practice can indeed make me always the way I am now." Zhang Xiao resumed his indifferent expression, and his tone was flat.
"Are you going to ascend in the future? Will you be able to return to Earth after ascending?" Meng Hui's tone became more and more eager.
"The ultimate goal of every ascendant is to ascend, but I can't say whether it can return to Earth after ascending. However, I will definitely find a way to return." Zhang Xiao's tone was firm and solemn. His goal has always been to return to Earth. Even if he can no longer see his parents, he can take a look at the land where he was born and raised. This is what he has always expected.
"Then can you also teach me how to cultivate demons? I also want to go back and see my wife on Earth, and my son. He was only three years old when I left. I am afraid that my grandchildren are all Three years old now!" Meng Hui's eyes sparkled with extreme demands. He wanted to come over and grab Zhang Xiao's hand while he was speaking, but he did not dare to make any further progress after reaching half of his hand.
Looking at the 60-year-old man in front of him, there were already faint tears rolling in his eyes, and Zhang Xiao felt a little sadness inexplicably. But the other party's age is indeed too large, and his body is not suitable for cultivating demons. Even if Zhang Xiao teaches him to cultivate demons, he has no hope of ascending, and it will always be a distant and beautiful dream for him to return.
Zhang Xiao is unwilling to give Meng Hui an unrealistic dream. This is a kind of cruelty to him and a torture to Zhang Xiao himself.
"It's not that I don't teach you, but that you are really not suitable for practicing my exercises. I'm really sorry." Zhang Xiao patted Meng Hui's shoulder gently, feeling sad for this man who wanted to go home to see him.
"Hey!" Meng Hui sighed, as if he was a lot older for a while, his face was full of loneliness.
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he said eagerly again: "Then can you teach my son? My son is in good health. He is now a high-level armor warrior." Said his son, this one in front of him. The eyes of the middle-aged man in his 60s evoked a look again.
He wants to do something for his son in this world, even if it just makes him stronger, there is nothing wrong with it. Maybe; maybe; maybe, he can also ascend, and then let him and Zhang Xiao go to another world to meet his half-brother for themselves, which is also a wish of his own.
"Not everyone is suitable for cultivating demons." Zhang Xiao looked at the man in front of him faintly, and slowly said: "Furthermore, cultivating the Tao is against the sky, and cultivating the devil is a shortcut to the sky. Cultivation, the level of ascendance, is even more dangerous. There may be one or two people who have succeeded in flying through the catastrophe, but I am afraid that only one or two people will be able to survive. Moreover, I am now the enemy of all the gods in this world, and I am not sure if I can get to the ascent." Zhang Xiao said, staring at Meng Hui with extremely serious eyes: "In this way, you are sure to hand over your son to me. ?"
Meng Hui was silent again.
Zhang Xiao was right, because the road of cultivating demons is a shortcut against the sky. Compared with other cultivators, Heavenly Tribulation is extremely dangerous. Other cultivators who are weak may still rely on the help of friends and teachers to cultivate demons. But the vast majority of them are unique. According to the master once said, the disciples of the largest cultivator sect he has ever met are only a few people, and the help he wants is of course almost impossible. Moreover, most of the cultivators have grotesque temperaments, and friends say it is even more so. Nearly extravagant. Therefore, the demonic cultivators used their own power to support the tribulation, and all those who could succeed were powerful people.
In a word, if you want to ascend, you can only rely on yourself!
Don't expect your master to give you any help. By the time you ascend, your master will no longer be there, either dead or gone to the Demon Realm. Even if you are taken to the Demon Realm by your master, you still have to face the Tribulation. At that time, your master may be able to give you some help, but you should not expect too much. The ascending Demon Realm is also dangerous and abnormal. If you can't pass the first level, it's better to die as soon as possible.
What's more, how many demonic cultivators can take their apprentices with them when they have enough energy to ascend after crossing the Tribulation? Zhang Xiao's master did it, but Zhang Xiao himself was not sure. At that time, it is impossible for him to leave the small ribs. If another person is brought along, Zhang Xiao feels that even if he is lucky enough to die, he will be dragged to death in the passage of the Ascending Demon Realm.
In fact, there is still a small difficulty in cultivating Taoism, and that is the demons. However, in the two difficulties Zhang Xiao mentioned earlier, this can only be regarded as a small catastrophe, which Zhang Xiao automatically ignored.
Meng Hui stopped talking after hearing Zhang's joke. He was not worrying about whether his son would be able to survive the calamity safely after he cultivated the devil. What he was thinking about was the enemy Zhang Xiao was facing.
That is a god who does exist in this world!
Like Zhang Xiao, he was educated by the earth before coming here, and he was a complete atheist. Although he had heard of gods after coming here, he hadn't seen him with his own eyes after all. He didn't believe in gods, and thought it was just a religious belief just like the earth.
However, now he saw Zhang Xiao, a living demon cultivator, who even had a fairy demon, how could there be no god
And this was said from the mouth of Zhang Xiao, a demon cultivator, so he didn't believe it.
"Please think about it. Let's not talk about this issue. I will find you again later, and then you will give me an answer." Zhang Xiao said calmly, "Now let's talk about the problem at hand. , The problem between the Singa Empire and the Tob Empire.” As he said, he sat down on a chair next to him. It has been so long since they have been in the account, and both of them have been standing and talking. It can be seen how excited and pleasant Meng Hui was at seeing Zhang Xiao.
The small ribs were already full of noise, and he held his big guillotine and sat down on the main seat of the big tent. It was wearing the marshal's gold-rimmed helmet on its head and the marshal's gold wire armor on its body. Its thin waist was straight and it looked like the man who was discussing the matter a while ago.
On the ground, all kinds of books, pens and papers, and even some weapons and armors were littered everywhere. Several long guns were broken by the waist, the heads of the guns were stuck on the top of the tent, and the back of a chair was even slanted. A single knife was inserted obliquely. If it is not taken down, the person sitting on this chair is like a prisoner who will be beheaded at any time.
This chair is just the only slightly complete one next to Zhang Xiao. The other ones either lack the back of the chair or lack the legs. There is no lack of arms or legs. Most of the chairs are not big or small. hole.
Zhang Xiao looked at the small ribs that was sitting upright in the first place, and shook his head helplessly and amusingly.