Uncle is so fierce

Su Fan frowned and stared at him without saying a word.

The teacher slowly got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the resentment in his eyes didn't recede in the slightest.

"You should ask this damn God, why do I teach and educate people without complaint or regret, but don't even have a chance to practice? What did I do wrong?"

"Do you know how envious I was when the children in the village were taken away by you monks? I wish you could turn your head and look at me and tell me that I can also practice."

Seeing the crazy teacher, Su Fan fell silent.

He has seen this kind of thing before, and he has seen many of them. There are many people who want to cultivate immortality, but there are very few who are really qualified.

Practice is not for everyone, after all, for the current monks, their practice is to fight against the sky.

Su Fan has long been tired of seeing such blaming things.

"For a monk, practice is not about improving strength, but about tempering one's character. Even if you are talented, you won't be able to soar."

He has seen too many people who pursue cultivation, but few who really ascended.

Some monks even knew that they had no hope of ascension, so they chose to give up their cultivation and return to the common world, and then disappeared among all living beings in the world.

"What do you know?"

The teacher said angrily: "How old are you, how can you understand the benefits of longevity? Who in the world doesn't want to live forever? Who doesn't want to ascend to the fairy world?"

Su Fan sighed, "You're wrong, immortality is not the same as ascending to the fairy world."

He has lived for thousands of years and is the most qualified person to say this.

Ascension to the Immortal Realm is his quest and initial goal. Maybe many monks want to live forever, but who knows about the Immortal Realm?

In the final analysis, no matter what the purpose is, the premise is to ascend to the fairyland.

If he didn't even have this pursuit, Su Fan might have entered reincarnation ten thousand years ago.

"I can understand that you want to practice. There are countless people like you in the world, but the last thing you should do is to choose such a path, drink human blood to practice, and it will be difficult to soar in this life."

Su Fan shook his head slowly: "If you can't ascend, what are you talking about about longevity? Besides, longevity may not be a good thing."

"You're talking nonsense! Why isn't longevity a good thing?"

The teacher said fiercely: "I killed the mandrill, and after eating his meat, I can practice cultivation. I also became a monk. I deserve it!"

"I teach those children to read and write, and when they practice and leave, their parents should repay me, and this is what I deserve!"

Looking at the teacher who had lost himself, Su Fan sighed, but had no choice but to step forward and grab his shoulder, dragging him to a distance.

Everything has animism, the teacher killed the mandrill, and this sucking of human blood is his retribution.

Without the supplement of human blood, he couldn't live for long.

In the end, Su Fan took the teacher to the village head's house and woke the village head up.

Seeing Su Fan coming with the teacher in hand, the village head was also taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Why is this, sir, this is the only teacher in the village. If he offends me, I will apologize on my behalf. .”

"He didn't offend me."

Su Fan shook his head and said, "Don't people often die in your village? He did all of this."

Hearing this, the village chief also changed his face.

Su Fan explained: "He ate mandrill meat, which caused him to become nondescript. He needs to rely on human blood to maintain his cultivation, so as to maintain his appearance during the day."

Seeing the village head in front of him, the teacher's scarlet eyes flashed with guilt.

The sequelae of his transformation into a mandrill have not gone away. Although he has regained his human form, his blood-red eyes are really scary.

"Monster, there are monsters!"

The village head was even more frightened and took several steps back.

"Okay, he has been injured by me now, so he won't hurt you, let alone I'm still here." Su Fan looked indifferent.

The village head glanced at the teacher, and hurriedly said: "I beg you to kill this monster, and give our Yueya Village peace."

As he spoke, he knelt down with a begging look on his face.

Su Fan shook his head and said, "This way of eating spirit monsters is inherently dangerous. It will consume his vitality all the time. Tonight he can't drink blood, and he was seriously injured by me. I'm afraid he won't be able to see the sun tomorrow."

"Thank you Immortal Elder for saving your life. I thank Immortal Elder on behalf of Yueya Village." The village chief knelt down again.

Su Fan threw the teacher on the ground and said, "Now I'm taking Xiao Jixiang and her daughter away, so you shouldn't be stopping me."

"This is Huang Cuiping's blessing, and the old man will naturally not hinder it," the village chief said hurriedly.

Immediately, Su Fan stood quietly by the side, while the village head called the ruffians during the day to come over and tied the teacher to a tree.

As soon as the sky dawned, the people in Yueya Village already knew about Mr. Teacher, and rushed to criticize him.

"It's really wolf-hearted. I usually see other people looking like dogs, but I didn't expect them to be monsters."

"Fortunately, nothing happened to my dog ​​boy, otherwise I would have run away from his ancestral grave!"

"In the future, you must keep your eyes open when looking for a teacher. This time, it is also thanks to the immortal leader, otherwise we are all in danger."

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A group of people were grateful again, and Su Fan couldn't take it anymore, and waved his hand to tell them not to continue.

Xiao Jixiang's mother and daughter also knew about the things here, and both of them were a little surprised.

Afterwards, Su Fan led them out of Yueya Village and walked towards Haotianzong. The disciple in charge of contact also hurriedly notified the sect.

Zhang Shanfeng and Li Xiwang came out to greet him together. They had made a great covenant yesterday, and Li Xiwang also planned to greet Su Fan in person before leaving.

"Welcome Master Uncle back to the sect."

"Welcome senior."

The two bowed their hands together.

Su Fan said helplessly: "You don't need to be too polite, you don't have to see me keep doing it, don't you think it's troublesome?"

Both Zhang Shanfeng and Li Xiwang smiled awkwardly. After all, in the world of cultivation, it is a norm for younger generations to salute elders.

"Nephew Shanfeng, this is Xiao Jixiang's mother. She will live in the back mountain from now on. You can make arrangements to deliver an extra copy when delivering meals in the future." Su Fan introduced.

After all, Huang Cuiping is an ordinary person, standing aside stiffly, showing embarrassment.

Now that Su Fan said so, Zhang Shanfeng naturally wouldn't say anything more, after all, Haotianzong is not the kind of sect that doesn't allow ordinary people to enter.

Little Jixiang also left with him, and when he returned to the sect, he let go completely and started running around.

Seeing that everyone had left, Li Xiwang stepped forward and asked, "Senior, if you let a mortal go up the mountain, it may affect Xiao Jixiang's practice in the future."

Sooner or later, monks have to bid farewell to the common people, and that is the most painful time.

"She is still young, there is no need to experience this step so early."

"Senior is very optimistic about this little girl?" Li Xiwang asked suspiciously: "Now that she is inactive, it is even more difficult for a monk to ascend. Maybe there will only be one person who ascends in these thousand years."

"It's hard to say if he's alone, but the age of stagnant spirits won't be too long." Su Fan looked up at the sky and said.

A gleam flashed in Li Xiwang's eyes. If what Su Fan said was true, wouldn't it mean that the great era of cultivator's ascension is coming?

The extremes of things are reversed. The age of stagnation lasted for nearly 3000 years. Countless monks tried to prolong their lives, especially those who passed the catastrophe period. They wished to live for thousands of years.

Now that Su Fan is out of customs in this era, I'm afraid he really guessed something.

As expected of a senior, he even knows such secrets.

How could Su Fan know when the age of stagnant spirits would end? For an immortal like him, the age of stagnant spirits would not be too long.

No matter how long the age of stagnant spirits has, it will have no effect on him. Do you need to worry about this if you live forever?

Time is like a number to him.

"The junior will not disturb the senior's cultivation, and I hope that the senior will come to visit me more often in the future." Li Xiwang cupped his hands.

Su Fan nodded and said, "You and our sect have made a covenant, so we should communicate with each other."

"In this way, the junior will bid farewell."

After Li Xiwang said goodbye, he boarded the flying boat in Linlangfudi, and flew slowly towards the distant sky.

Su Fan looked at the clear sky above his head, and his mind was filled with the struggles and debates of the teachers in Yueya Village.

The last time he left the customs, there seemed to be such a person, but it was a pity that he died tragically under the catastrophe when he finally crossed the catastrophe.

"Calculating the time, it's time to pay homage. Why do I still owe you a drink?"

At this time, Zhang Shanfeng flew over from the back mountain and landed directly in front of Su Fan.

"Uncle, this junior heard that there are mandrills in Yueya Village. These mandrills usually appear in pairs. Why don't you get rid of them now?"

Zhang Shanfeng said with an upright face.

Su Fan shook his head and said, "No need, mandrills are indeed terrifying, but no one disturbs them. They are no doubt ordinary beasts. Sometimes it's not monsters that are wrong, but humans."

"Uncle Master has great righteousness in his heart, and the younger generation sighs that it is not as good as it." Zhang Shanfeng also came to his senses.

"I may have to leave recently. You can watch inside the sect first, and you can also take care of Xiao Jixiang's cultivation. I will hurry back as soon as I finish my business." Su Fan turned his head and said slowly.

Hearing that Su Fan was going to leave alone, Zhang Shanfeng still wanted to follow, and hurriedly said: "Your junior, let's go together, what if there is anything I can help you with?"

"I just went to pay homage to my friends. I've been in seclusion for a long time, and I'm almost forgetting my former friends."

Su Fan said with a smile: "You should take good care of the sect. Remember to walk around with Lin Langfu more often. Their aura is good. It's not bad to take the disciples to take turns to practice and compete."

"This junior understands." Zhang Shanfeng said with bright eyes.

"Lend me your cloud-piercing boat. It's a long way to go. I'm afraid it will take a lot of time if I travel alone."

Su Fan would die if he walked by himself.

This trip he was going to the other side of the Northern Wilderness, the journey was so long that he didn't know how long he would have to go with just one pair of legs.

Zhang Shanfeng handed the cloud piercing boat over, said the manipulative formula, and asked, "When is Master Uncle planning to set off?"

"Three days later."