"That's good."

She turned to look at Gu Wen, who was stunned on the spot, and then the light in his eyes was shattered like ashes.

Gu Wen just whispered: "Gu Wen obeys your order."

A hungry person can't be enterprising. If he were asked to choose Gu Wen again, he would still sell it, even if Zhao Feng didn't rob him. In the past few years, Gu Wen has seen too many people starve to death and freeze to death. The joy of high-ranking officials and dignitaries in the Jade Tower.

Beggars, refugees, homeless people...the homeless people in the world are never their fault.

The fault lies with the aristocratic landlords who endlessly occupy the land, the Daqian Emperor who has built Taoist palaces for many years, the exorbitant exorbitant taxes and fees, the scholar-bureaucrats, the royal family...

However, the idea of ​​good and evil in the eyes of immortals is obviously different from mine, but just as the people know that no matter how hard they farm, they will not be able to pay excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes, they still farm year after year.

People have to live after all.

Hold back until death, or I will seize the opportunity and ride the wind.

well--

Fairy Yu Hua sighed secretly and complained quietly, it was obviously the elders in the sect who had done the sin, why was it I who blamed him?

Even in his struggle, he was so neither humble nor overbearing. If he cursed me viciously, I might feel at ease.

He stood up and left his seat, came to Gu Wen, took out the jade bottle from his sleeve, poured out a red pill, and said: "This is the life-protecting elixir prepared by the sect for me. If you swallow it, you can live a long life." , this is also compensation for you."

Gu Wen looked at the red pill, and there was a faint tingling between his eyebrows, as if something extremely important would leave him as long as he took the red pill.

Is it immortality?

But so what, just like when he knew the heirloom was very important, didn't he still have to hand it over honestly?

Fairy Yu Hua said softly: "I won't harm you. If I don't eat you, I'm afraid you won't live past your thirties."

Gu Wen was sickly and his bones were extremely weak. Everything was taken away by chance. Just like a grafted tree, Gu Wen was the root and supported Zhao Feng's Dao fruit.

Since you have lost your destiny, you should spend your life peacefully.

Zhao Feng frowned slightly, but couldn't say much. If the cause and effect could be cut off, then it would be acceptable to lose Gu Wen, the "root" that supports luck.

Perhaps this would be of greater benefit. It is better to be fair than to steal. Moreover, this Fairy Yuhua should be from the Yuqing sect. This sect is the most accepting of death. You cannot argue with her unless necessary.

At this thought, his brows widened again.

Gu Wen raised his head, looking up at her on the Dragon Bridge, and asked: "May I ask the immortal master, can I still practice without immortality?"

Fairy Yu Hua nodded and said: "Of course it is possible. Opportunity is destiny, given by God. And everyone has a destiny. The founder of our sect, Taoist Qingcang, is a man who defies heaven and can become an immortal without destiny."

Zhao Feng watched with cold eyes.

That's what he said, but there are a few Qingcang Taoists in the world. Now that the road to immortality has opened, it is the greatest opportunity in all eternity. If Gu Wen still holds the immortal fate, then ten years later he, Zhao Feng, will also have to ask for help.

He lowered his head.

On the contrary, today he has completely lost his immortality and will never be able to catch up with him again.

It is my precious life in heaven, which he can never ask for in his life.

Zhao Feng said in a commanding tone: "Eat it, and I will give you a hereditary title, even a marquis."

Fairy Yu Hua frowned slightly, but she could only advise again: "If the descendants of the Gu family are qualified in the future, they can join our Sanqing Dao Sect."

As before, Gu Wen had no choice but to take the red pill.

It was as if a string was broken somewhere.

The woman in white returned to her seat and stopped talking. Zhao Feng was very happy and directly promised Gu Wen the title of Marquis, the title of ten thousand households, and a lifetime of prosperity and wealth.

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After welcoming the immortal, a grand banquet was held in the palace. The street at the entrance was covered with tables and chairs, and all comers were welcome to the flowing water table. Even beggars and refugees could beg for food in the alleys.

In the evening, it coincided with the Guyu Lantern Festival. Countless opera troupes performed in the street, and the people were crowded on three levels inside and outside.

The royal singer sings a cappella tunes, and noble people like simple and elegant tunes.

Among the hook bars, people prefer slang songs with erotic jokes.

Gu Wen didn't understand the tunes, but he also heard Zi Shi.

He carried a pot of wine and walked drunkenly on the street. The candlelight flickered in his pupils, and the beautiful and meandering singing sounded to his ears. He had the illusion that the world was at peace and the people were prosperous and the country was prosperous.

Just like war and iron horses, exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, the people were in dire straits thousands of years ago, out of reach, as if they would never come.

But when the wind called "life" blows tomorrow, people wake up reluctantly. They still have to face corvee, tax, war, hunger, cold, death...

There will be no peace in his life.

Walking under the Dragon Bridge, the wind by the river woke him up.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the moonlight made the reflection of the well clearer and clearer. It was ordinary but ugly, wrapped in a cocoon of loyalty and filial piety. Gu Wen smiled to himself.

"Being humble is my way of survival. But if I can live in peace, who would be willing to live in humility?"

When he lost his destiny, he was freed from his shackles and everything about his original body.

He did not have nothing, he still had ten thousand taels in his pocket and the title of hereditary marquis, which was enough for him to have enough food and clothing for a lifetime, and the title allowed him to legally have three wives and four concubines.

When Gu Wenru realized the great truth, he also found happiness in the midst of suffering.

He laughed and poured the wine into the bright moon, treating the moon as a drunken drink.

Suddenly, it seemed as if the tide receded for bigger waves, and finally gathered in the middle of the eyebrows, as if there was some kind of wild beast trapped in it, crashing endlessly.

Break through the calluses of feudal ethics and tear apart the cobwebs that bind the heart.

Destiny can no longer cover up that brilliance. The departure of the so-called immortal destiny is just to wipe away the dust and the stone shell of jade. What is left is the charm of the Tao of auspicious light and feathers, and the destiny that is equal to the sky.

A thought, a ray of golden light, a line of text, a message...

What was beyond words, sight, and speculation finally turned into something he could understand.

[Fate of the Red Dust Immortal]

[Ten thousand years of heavenly marrow, ten thousand years of emperor's essence, after experiencing the world of mortals, knowing that destiny turns mortals into immortals, they should live as long as heaven and earth, transcending all things]

What is heavenly marrow and what is imperial pulp?

A little white light flashed, sending a subtle message.

【Ten Years of Tianmui】

That elixir is the Heavenly Essence.

The thoughts kept going back and forth, deepening the memory over and over again, and there was only one extremely clear thought left in Gu Wen's mind.

As long as he can gather thousands of years of heavenly marrow and imperial essence, he will be able to become an immortal when he is eighty years old!

He will get rid of all constraints, be free and at ease, and ask for immortality!

Gu Wen was like a person who had been thirsty for several years and suddenly found a clear spring. He greedily and crazily licked it endlessly. It didn't matter if he drowned himself, or he didn't hesitate to stretch himself to death.

Damn the glory and wealth, Taoist Master wants to become an immortal!

Wow!

He plunged his head into the river and let the cold water wash away his agitated emotions and distracting thoughts.

On April 29th, the bright moon on Guyu Day was very full.
Chapter completed!