Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Chapter 148

No matter how smart Cao Ping was, he was still a child after all. Seeing this sudden change, he couldn't help but panic for a moment, but he quickly calmed down.

This is an illusion, there is no need to take it seriously.

It is worth noting why he became like this.

This is probably related to the strange spiritual energy just now.

He propped himself up and sat up, crossed his legs, and looked inward at his dantian.

The spiritual energy has been completely eroded, leaving only a trace of black air lingering inside, which is obviously not a good thing.

His meridians were also forcibly expanded a lot while he was unconscious, causing cracks to appear. This was probably the reason why he was in pain all over his body.

Cao Ping tried to mobilize that trace of black energy, but it was far from being as gentle and docile as spiritual energy. Even though it had entered his dantian, it was still difficult to control.

However, this power is obviously more aggressive than spiritual energy.

Cao Ping tried dozens of times and finally gathered the black energy into his hand, then punched the ground. Slight dents and cracks appeared on the solid rock wall, which were not very obvious and could not be seen clearly in the dim environment. He had to touch it again and again with his hands to confirm it.

On the contrary, Cao Ping's bloody hands were more obvious.

Really different.

Cao Ping muttered to himself. He had tried to wrap his hands with spiritual energy and strike out. The power was not that great, but he would never get hurt easily.

And this black energy didn't seem to protect him consciously. The moment he punched, it... rushed out.

He was murderous and extremely restless, as if he was just a container. He didn't care whether he loved him dead or alive.

Cao Ping looked at his hands and fell into deep thought: ...

So the purpose of expanding the meridians is to hold more and faster, right?

What the hell is this?

No, try again.

Cao Ping knew that this thing was probably not a good thing, but he really couldn't bear to give up its powerful power.

Outside the world mirror, An Xiuze and the others have become numb.

I'm used to them being more capable than the other. I finally saw an enterprising one and was happy for a moment, but then I saw this...

Before they could say anything, Cui Dexing spoke up, "I really can't believe this kid is such a good candidate for a magic cultivator. No wonder he's so slow at absorbing spiritual energy. It turns out he's not learning it correctly. Look how much smoother it is now when he switches to magic energy. He'll definitely become a great cultivator in the future."

It will definitely become a big problem!

Nine out of ten people who practice magic will turn into bloodthirsty lunatics, and the remaining one or two will either be naive fools or eccentric romantics.

No matter how picky they are, they still have to think twice before using magic cultivators.

The aristocratic sects strictly forbid their disciples from practicing magic. Those with a better attitude will keep their distance from magic practitioners and not recruit them, while those with a tough attitude will shout and kill them when they see magic practitioners. The Cui family is a typical example.

When Cui Dexing said this, wasn't it just sarcasm?

Who wouldn’t?

"Haha, I think so too," the head coach Yuan Lecheng, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly spoke up, slamming the table loudly. "This kid is quite thoughtful and can judge the situation. When he was protecting the villagers in Wuxiangshen Village, he spared no effort. Now he wants to protect a group of unrelated people. His heart is good, I think he is right. Even if he really becomes a demon cultivator, it won't matter. He will be a fierce general on the battlefield in the future."

"Good-hearted? General Yuan forgot about the incident where he harmed that old man, and about Wuxiang Shen Village... Didn't he even use his own companions to explore the way, and even knocked another one unconscious for that purpose?"

Cui Dexing was talking about how Cao Ping used buns to lure Old Wu into diving, and how when Hu Shanniang ran back to the village in Wuxiangshen Village, he knew there might be danger but didn't warn her, and even knocked out the child who wanted to warn her.

"Ah~" An Xiu waved his hand nonchalantly, "Those who achieve great things don't pay attention to trivial matters. Besides, this is all fake."

Wang Zhechong chimed in, "That's right. Didn't Brother Cui, in a fit of rage, slaughter the Wuxiang God Village several times in the World Mirror in order to overcome his inner demons? Could it be that Brother Cui has some evil intentions? Things in the World Mirror can't be taken seriously."

Cui Dexing is still supporting the survivors of Wuxiangshen Village. Some of them are barely alive, and they are only able to survive because of his willingness to invest real money.

The Frost Blade Sect also received many benefits from the Cui family.

No matter how he looks in the mirror of the world, at least he is on the road to atonement outside, which is good.

No one can tell who was right and who was wrong in those days.

At that time, everyone was very impulsive and wanted to chop down the monsters when they saw them. It was certainly not wrong for him to slay the monsters. Meng Yunhe committed suicide, and if that incident had not happened again afterwards, he could not even be called guilty. At most, he could be considered to have done something inappropriate.

With the Cui family around, the young men who wanted to cover up the matter just had to come out and make amends and apologize.

But something like that happened.

Everyone who saw it felt a little...

Although nothing could be done to him, he was still punished by God.

After killing the Wuxiang True God, his hair just turned white. After visiting the Wuxiang God Village, he became an old man. In the years that followed, he was haunted by his inner demons and could not get rid of them.

He was struck by lightning more times than an ordinary person during the heavenly tribulation. If his cultivation was not high enough, he would have died long ago. He was alive, but he could not break through the Mahayana stage. He felt that his life was coming to an end, so he thought of looking in the world mirror. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he thought that killing them all would make him feel better. He killed them several times, but it was no use.

It was also spread out.

Now that he was being casually mentioned, Cui Dexing's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, but his expression remained calm as he said, "The small details reveal the big picture."

"As for children, there is always hope if we teach them well." An Xiu said in a neither soft nor harsh tone.

Cui Dexing: "I hope so."

His tone didn't sound like a blessing at all.

But what everyone was thinking was similar to his tone. Maybe his cunningness could be saved, but if he became a demon, he would be finished.

Even an adult may not be able to bear it, let alone a child.

Everyone looked at the World Mirror again.

When the good material of the magic cultivator was discovered, he had already noticed the strangeness of this thing.

As soon as Cao Ping's Dantian was full, it began to run around uncontrollably, trying to expand the Dantian and meridians.

It was just expanding and tearing apart, not caring about repairing itself at all, and even trying to rush into other organs. It felt like it wanted to turn every part of his body into a place to store it.

Cao Ping was vomiting blood, but he was still thinking about how to put more in.

For a moment, Cao Ping thought he would die in this broken place, so he started pounding the ground and scattering this thing out.

It is still somewhat useful. Except for the hands, other parts of the body feel much better. After it has spread to a certain extent, it suddenly seems to have figured it out.

He shrank back and stayed quietly in his dantian.

If it had a human face, it would definitely look honest at this moment.

Cao Ping: ...

He stopped, and the black energy in his dantian began to stir again.

"What the hell is this!"

He cursed through gritted teeth.

The child on the other side also woke up and took a fasting pill while feeling dizzy.

Holding the dim but long-burning oil lamp, he walked around the room. There was indeed nothing visible, but there were a few cracks in the stone wall opposite the bed, which looked like a door. The child pushed it and it turned inward.

Half of it is a pit.

There is a stone platform on the other half, on which are placed a wooden basin and a bamboo tube. On the basin is a piece of bamboo blocked by a wooden stopper, which is sticking out from the stone wall and inserted at an angle. There is also a word engraved on the stone wall, which is quite ugly.

"It should be water." The child pulled out the cork, and sure enough, water flowed out.

The water flowed very thinly, which made people anxious. The child rinsed the water in a bamboo tube and took a sip. It was quite sweet.

The child put the wooden stopper back in to see what the hole on the other side was used for. He then leaned over to take a look.

Two words were also carved on the stone wall - Chong Shui.

What do you mean?

The child looked at the pit. It was a long, round pit with a bottomless hole inside. It was polished very smoothly.

It just... has a certain smell, very familiar.

The child suddenly realized something and retracted his hand that wanted to touch it, and even praised it:

"This is a good thing."

No need to pour.

And the bamboo for collecting water is also very good.