What If I Can’t Die?

"What's the difference?"

Song Shi is not very clear about the way of cultivating the demon, and Hei Duzi is not strong enough to get in touch with it at all.

"According to the description of the monks, the meat of the spiritually cultivated monsters is more delicious, and the beasts must be processed before they can be eaten, otherwise they will be poisonous to human monks."

Huang Heyu looked at Song Shi playfully, "Are you interested in eating, my lord?"

"Your description is very true."

Song Shi couldn't help laughing, and regretted, "But I'm not qualified to eat monsters, I've only eaten a little bit of beast meat."

"Sure enough, you humans are all foodies."

Huang Heyu knew it when he saw Song Shi licking his lips. Definitely want to taste it.

"It's the same for you monsters. After all, obtaining food is the instinct of life."

Song Shi was not embarrassed, "You should talk about the orthodox difference."

"Young Master's family background should be good, haven't you heard of it?"

Huang Heyu was surprised.

"Wait a minute, I'll read a book."

Song Shi thought of the foundation of practice that Liu Ruxue gave him, on which he only looked at the things he could touch, and didn't have the time to look at the rest.

Opening the catalog, his eyes fell on the monsters and found the corresponding page.

Demons are not human, they have form and spirit.

The shape-cultivators are monsters. According to their race, they are divided into monsters, monster birds, monster insects, etc. They are often called monsters. There are too many impurities in their flesh and blood, and raw food is poisonous.

Those who practice gods are spirits, and they are also divided into spirit beasts, spirit birds, and spirit insects according to race. They are non-toxic when eaten raw, and their flesh and blood can be used as medicine.

The demon pill is the best material for refining medicine, and the demon pill for spiritual cultivation is the best.

In the method of identification, the shape changer is a demon spirit, otherwise it is a monster beast.

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Huang Heyu and Yang Laoyao were also reading the introduction, but they were quite speechless about how to eat it.

"No matter what you humans record, do you have to specify whether it can be eaten?"

Huang Heyu was a little curious.

"I don't know, anyway, my book is."

Song Shi glanced at the back, all were introductions of various common monsters, and did not specifically mention the difference between the way of demon spirits and the way of monsters.

He withdrew his gaze, "Is the way of demon spirits better than the way of monsters?"

"There is no strict good or bad, spiritual practice is fast, you can have a higher understanding, and even learn your human magic and supernatural powers, and integrate into human society to gain practice experience, but it is easier to be coveted, whether it is a human or a demon wants to eat it. "

Huang Heyu explained the difference she knew, "The way of the beast naturally means abandoning understanding and wisdom, and continuing to cultivate in a primitive way, but the speed is slow. In fact, you can regard demon spirits as human beings, but if you follow the way of the beast, you are still a beast."

"So you treat yourself as a human being, keep in touch with human beings, and learn from human beings."

Song Shi was stunned.

"That's right, I don't know what people are in the mountains, and I think they are more like food, and I can't experience the joy of being a human being."

Huang Heyu sighed, and looked at Song Shi with beautiful eyes: "Just now, my son let me experience the joy of being a human being. The truth you said is hard to hear in the mountains, where the jungle is preyed on every day. Where are there human beings?" Civilized and peaceful, let alone talking about the truth of life."

Song Shi looked sideways, this is a vixen with pursuit.

Well, and a goat.

He coughed: "Since the young lady got what she wanted, shouldn't you let me go?"

"You are not afraid of death, do you still care about staying one more night?"

Huang Heyu gave Song Shi a white look: "I want you to try my handicraft."

"I'm afraid my chastity will be lost."

Song Shi couldn't help but look at Huang Heyu's exaggerated figure.

This woman's style is completely different from Liu Ruxue's. One is cold like a mountain snow lotus, and the other is soft and charming like a ripe peach.

Huang Heyu approached Song Shi, breathed out a burst of fragrant wind, squirmed his body, and said charmingly, "Master, are you so afraid that someone will eat you?"

Song Shi found that he was suddenly limp, and his blood was boiling. He held on: "I'm afraid I can't help it."

"Hehe, the son is really outspoken, he looks so cute."

Huang Heyu pursed her lips and laughed, the flowers and branches were trembling, and the waves were rolling. She suddenly pointed at Song Shi's eyebrows, and the latter's body stiffened.

"what are you going to do?"

Song Shi frowned, what does this goblin mean?

"Young master has understood many truths of others, how can you not reciprocate one or two?"

Huang Heyu looked ambiguous, "Don't be afraid, my lord, they won't kill you, and will give you benefits."

"No, I'm not interested in you."

Song Shi doesn't like being passive, especially a female goblin.

"Really?"

Huang Heyu smiled playfully, walked over and hugged Song Shi, three lumps of softness hit him, and then Song Shi was in a daze as if he had entered a dream.

In the dream, he was born in Wocan Village. His father was a big local silkworm farmer with a rich family property. He read sage books and obtained fame since he was a child.

Time passed quickly. Under the teaching of the private school teacher and his own efforts, Song Shi was knowledgeable and talented.

"No, my young master doesn't like studying very much, especially the books of sages and sages. When did you read them so seriously?"

Song Shi felt something was wrong in his dream, and he could clearly detect that it was fake.

But he just couldn't escape the dream, just like he couldn't wake up from a dream.

And as soon as he has this thought, he will be confused for a while, and will be pulled back into the confusion by the dream.

In the end, he can only accept his fate and live a normal life every day, as if there is an arranged script waiting for him to experience.

He successfully became a scholar, went to the state capital to take the exam, and stayed overnight in the mountains on the way. When there was lightning and thunder, he got up out of fear and recited the holy book.

Perhaps God gave him good luck, he was shortlisted in the subsequent imperial examinations, and he married a beautiful woman when he returned home.

And this wife is Huang Heyu, leaving him speechless for a while.

Suddenly, a **** crow resounded throughout the world.

Song Shi, who was in deep sleep, woke up from his dream.

He subconsciously clutched his chest and looked at the bed curtain. It was already dawn outside, but he was a little dazed.

"Could it be that this is some experience of the young master of the Huang family? It actually made me experience it again. If it wasn't for the crowing of the cock, I probably wouldn't be able to wake up...Huangliang Yimeng is really a good trick!"

Song Shi was speechless, feeling that Huang Heyu's method was very similar to that of the old man Mengmai.

But the former is good, the latter is killing people.

"It's over, I'm a big man, and I lost my virginity!"

He thought of the things in his dream, and his expression became depressed.

Can't he just wake him up and make out?

"No, why do I feel that my essence is not consumed!"

Immediately, he was shocked to find that his cultivation base had broken through and reached the tenth level of Qi training!

And it's not a beginner, it's directly reaching the pinnacle of the tenth floor!

"Going up two floors after sleeping?"

Song Shi was a little surprised by Huang Heyu's methods. This was the first time he didn't die, and he didn't cultivate. He improved so much while lying down.

"Huang Meimei is a good person!"

He admired it from the bottom of his heart, happily put on his clothes and went out, ready to continue discussing life with Huang Heyu.

Pushing the door open, the outside is foggy, and new graves come into view. Where are the servants and the beautifully furnished manor?

He was terrified, turned around and saw a small manor made of paper was placed under the tombstone, and the surname on it was Huang.