Chapter 2538 Heaven Is Like a Dragon, Butcher It

"I'm here to offer incense sticks. Although Big Brother Chen is gone, don't be too sad. His life is complete."

Ning Qi patted Chen Huan's hand lightly, then picked up a stick of incense, bowed, and looked at Chen Ahsan's portrait with a complicated expression.

He had already seen that Chen Ah-san was exhausted during the day yesterday, but Chen Ah-san held on until last night with a sigh of relief in his heart. Ning Qi couldn't help asking himself, if it was before, he would use his own means to help Chen Ah-san Three lives?

The answer is no.

In the past, it was impossible for Ning Qi to have any interaction with mortals like Chen Ahsan, and even if he did, he would not extend his life for mortals at will.

There are more than tens of thousands of mortals in the world? Can you save me?

Birth, old age, sickness and death are a process that must be taken in this life for mortals. To escape from this process, the only way to escape this process is to become an immortal. But even immortals have their lifespan exhausted.

Today's Ning Qi is a mortal, and perhaps what mortals have to experience is their own birth, old age, sickness and death and the birth, old age, sickness and death of others.

Ning Qi didn't feel any sadness about Chen Ahsan's death. Perhaps, he already knew that Chen Ahsan would die one day?

This feeling is inexplicable. "Brother Chen is a mortal, but he was able to compete with the sky for half a day with the breath in his heart. Under the same conditions, what is the difference with the immortal? The immortal also used his own means to compete with the sky. , is not cheaper than the ten thousand years taken by the immortal, because in this half day,

To make Brother Chen's life complete, compared to the unwillingness of most immortals before death, the realm is so much higher. "

A hint of understanding flashed in Ning Qi's eyes.

A faint sword intent of understanding life and death enveloped Ning Qi, Chen Huan didn't notice it, and neither did the others in the mourning hall.

Among the three thousand avenues, is there a mortal way? never had.

Since God won't give it, then step out by yourself.

At this moment, Ning Qi is a fairy and a demon, but he knows that his root is still a mortal, a mortal with seven emotions and six desires.

To destroy emotion, what is destroyed is not emotion, but Dao. It is just the two words of destroying Dao. It is too rebellious and immoral.

"You finally know why Mieqing swordsmanship can suppress and kill immortals with a mortal body, because it can even destroy Dao!"

A faint voice sounded in Ning Qi's mind.

It was the silver dragon. "With the way of heaven, there are immortals and demons. But before the way of heaven, there are mortals. Mortals are the earliest existences in this world. Whether they are immortals or demons, they have an irreversible relationship with the way of heaven. Only this mortal has nothing to do with the way of heaven, forming two diametrically opposed

Opposites of Ming, one strong and one weak, one black and one white, one yin and one yang, nothing like this. "

"I already know what a mortal is, but what is the Dao of Heaven?"

"The way of heaven is like a dragon, control the rise and fall of the world, and slaughter it!"

"Slaying dragons... It seems that I am quite good at it."

………

Seven days later, Chen Ah San was buried, and Chen Huan gradually regained his status as the shopkeeper of the silk shop. Chen Xi also often came to Ning Qi's shop to observe the long swords that Ning Qi made with mortal means. There is no aura on the sword, just ordinary.

"Uncle Qi, dinner is ready."

When it was time for dinner, Chen Huan walked into the shop, picked up Chen Xi, and greeted Ning Qi.

After Chen Ah San left, Chen Huan knew that Ning Qi never cooked, so he asked Ning Qi to eat with them. He said very bluntly that Ning Qi had no children, and he would leave it to him.

After seven or eight years like this, some people have begun to privately discuss those people who came to Qingshi Town these years, because the appearance of those people has not changed in these seven or eight years, even Chen Huan, who is on the tenth floor of Qi Refining, The appearance is slowly aging.

However, these discussions are limited to private, even if they have doubts, they dare not speak out in public.

When someone said that Liyang City had many more people who would not grow old, everyone in Qingshi Town felt that something big might happen.

One day, when Ning Qi, Chen Huan, Xiao Qing, and Chen Xi were eating, a figure suddenly fell from the sky. Just like Zhang Chaozhong back then, but this figure is not him, but Chen Huan's uncle, Yan Zhengfeng, Yan Zhengfeng is at least seventy years old, but now it seems that he is almost the same as Chen Huan. Xi was a little terrified, because Yan Zhengfeng was covered in blood

.

Ning Qi frowned slightly and put down his chopsticks.

Chen Huan quickly helped Yan Zhengfeng up, with a dignified expression: "Uncle, what happened?"

"Liyang City..."

Yan Zhengfeng pointed in the direction of Liyang City, and then passed out. His current cultivation is only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, which is far inferior to that of Chen Huan.

"Husband, is he?"

Xiaoqing should have never met Yan Zhengfeng, but when Chen Huan called his uncle, he already had some guesses in his mind.

"It's my little uncle. All my... martial arts come from him."

While hugging Yan Zhengfeng, Chen Huan explained that there was a trace of sadness in his expression.

On the second day, with the help of Chen Huan, Yan Zhengfeng's injury has recovered. At this moment, he is talking with Chen Huan with serious faces. "Xiao Huan, I know that you have had some adventures over the years, and your cultivation is already stronger than mine, but the enemy you and I have provoked this time is really too terrifying, listen to me, and bring your wife and Chen Xi, leave this place together, they will definitely catch up here! As for me, hurt

The momentum is too heavy to leave with you, don't say any more! "

Chen Huan was silent for a while, "I promised my father that I would guard this silk shop."

"Pedantic! The life is more important than the shop, it's all my fault. I was insane at the time, otherwise, I wouldn't have come to you no matter what!"

Yan Zhengfeng looked a little ugly.

He was indeed delirious yesterday, and under the action of his subconscious mind, he ran to the silk shop, and now he regrets it.

"Don't worry, uncle, maybe your enemies haven't found your trace yet."

Chen Huan said.

At the same time, a figure appeared on this street. It was an old man with a gloomy expression. He walked slowly to the front of the silk shop. Where else do you want to escape to?"

Although the old man's voice was very soft, everyone in the whole street could hear it clearly, and the surprised eyes fell on the old man instantly, Yan Zhengfeng? As far as they knew, Chen Huan's name was not Yan Zhengfeng. Could it be that the old man had found the wrong place, or was he an enemy that Chen Huan had provoked outside?

Immortals passing nearby glanced at the old man after hearing the words, and then a look of disdain flashed in their eyes. In their eyes, what is the difference between a monk at the fusion stage and these mortals like ants? However, they felt that this matter might be used as a condiment for this boring wait, so they all stopped and stood, watching with half-smiles.