Hybrid Spiritual Plant Cultivation

Chapter 75 You still have to practice!

Rice grains are different from ordinary cattle and horses.

He has the same surname as the Mi family, a wealthy family in the inner city.

Although it is a branch of a branch of a branch, it can still get some extra support from the clan.

For example, he was able to attend the clan school and study with children of the same surname, so he was actually a scholar.

The book has its own house of gold, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu.

Mi Li learns about the past and recognizes the environment he lives in through reading.

This is a stable era, but also a stagnant era.

Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and mice’s sons can dig holes.

But Mi Li is obviously not a scholar who is content with the status quo. He yearns for the magnificent and wonderful world in books and feels very depressed by the endless labor in the real world day after day.

He wants change.

In Anning Mansion.

If cattle and horses want to climb up, there is only half way - learning martial arts.

If one is extremely gifted, and enters the Dao through martial arts, becoming a practitioner, then one can achieve a class transition...

But this path is not one that ordinary people can take. It should be said that only landlord families and wealthy merchant families among ordinary people are qualified to take this path. The saying "poor in literature and rich in martial arts" is not just talk.

Mi Li felt that this era was terrible. In the Divine Dynasty in the books, people could still study and take the imperial examinations, and change their fate with knowledge. But now, there is no way to turn things around...

He was unwilling to accept it numbly.

Every time I feel pain, the books I have read come to my mind.

He pondered over every word and sentence in the book.

One sleepless night, he suddenly had an idea.

--filial piety.

Although the Divine Dynasty collapsed, its spiritual culture was passed down, and the virtues of loyalty and filial piety are still the basic rules today.

Mi Li understood.

He wants to be famous.

After becoming famous for his filial piety, he is no longer just an ordinary farm boy, and there may be more opportunities in the future.

This was the only possibility he could see of climbing up.

But in this day and age, every household emphasizes filial piety. It is easy to get a good reputation through filial piety, but it is not easy to become famous through it.

Therefore, filial piety cannot be ordinary.

Be extremely filial.

It makes people dumbfounded and shocked when they hear it!
In this way, Mi Li learned the magic skill of creating stars through traffic without any guidance.

Let mosquitoes suck blood, taste feces with worry, bury the child for the mother...

One by one.

He read ancient books, found many cases, and personally designed many outrageous plots, thus starting his journey as a filial star.

From youth to adulthood, from being single to getting married and having children, after decades of marketing, Mi Li has become a well-known moral role model.

Just by virtue of his reputation as a filial son, he can run rampant everywhere.

Bandits dared not use weapons when they saw him, bullies had to hide away when they saw him, respected elders did not dare to take advantage of their seniority, and high-ranking masters invited him to be their guest of honor.

Mi Li only needs one sentence to nail someone to the pillar of shame, never to be able to turn over.

This is the power of social rules.

Until the disaster came.

What others see is suffering, but what he sees is opportunity!
Everyone worships the gods in the temple.

He wants to become the god of the new world through this.

……

"Brother Chan, why do you look so distracted?"

A middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples asked with a smile.

However, Jing Chan, with his empty eyes, seemed not to have heard his words and just walked forward blankly.

Everything he saw through the Secret Method of Mind-Judgement was still echoing in his mind.

His originally peaceful heart seemed to be emptied in an instant, and something empty and terrifying spread all over his body, making him at a loss.

"Brother Chan!"

The man shouted loudly, and finally Jingchan came back to his senses.

"What happened? Tell me, brother?"

Jing Chan didn't know this man.

But it’s always like this in Huaiyin Club, we are all brothers and sisters, so there’s no need to worry about so much…

Jingchan seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

Although he saw Mi Li's true face, he had no intention of leaving Huaiyin Society, or rather, he had not figured out what to do.

"Brother...if I say anything bad about Mi Li..." "Before the Huaiyin Society was established, many people came with false intentions, but we won't care."

To Jingchan's surprise.

He looked like he was going to have something against Mi Li, but the man in front of him did not respond.

"Since I have said that I will treat you as my dearest, I will not regret it. It doesn't matter if that person is you, him, or Mi Li. Even if you betray me, I will not blame you."

"what?"

"...I would rather be betrayed by others than betray others again."

The man's eyes were deep, as if there was a whirlpool in his heart that was pulling him down.

Jing Chan's heart trembled.

He didn't quite understand, but it seemed like something was breaking.

My breathing suddenly became rapid.

"I, I still have something to do."

Jing Chan left here in a hurry as if escaping. Looking back, he felt a sense of suffocation at the place that he had given himself as his home.

He went straight to the outside of the Chen family formation and spread his aura.

Don't think about it, don't think about it.

Get rid of Chen Jing quickly and everything will be back to normal.

Then a woman in green came out and looked him up and down with curiosity.

"May I ask where Chen Jing is?"

"Chen Jing went to Hualian Lake. Go look for him there."

Hua Qingxia waved her hand and turned back.

Hualian Lake?
How did you end up at the old place of the Jing family?

Jing Chan didn't want to think too much. His mind was very confused at the moment, and he just wanted to use something to block out his thoughts.

He ran wildly all the way, his expression sometimes painful, sometimes confused, and his steps were messy.

at last.

Returned to the place where the Jing family used to live.

Soon he found Chen Jing, who was standing by the lake, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his long hair stained with snow, he was looking at the lake calmly, with his hands behind his back, admiring the beautiful scenery in the lake.

"Chen Jing, I'm here."

"You shouldn't have come."

"Why shouldn't I come? Are you scared?"

Tsk, what the hell is this natural born saint? The words don't even make sense...

The veins on Chen Jing's forehead were throbbing slightly.

Turn around.

call.

"It's okay. When I, Chen, publish my autobiography, I'll hire a storyteller to polish this part."

"What the hell are you talking about? Never mind, let's fight!"

Jing Chan had been feeling depressed for a long time, so he attacked with a shocking punch.

A vast spiritual force rose from behind him, and his essence combined with it to outline the silhouette of a half-Buddha, half-demon.

With a certain sense of immortality, the diamond-like fist came at me like a unstoppable force.

Boom~~~
Chen Jing turned into pieces and disappeared on the spot, but his fists continued to strike, overwhelming the entire field of reeds and creating waves several meters high.

What about people?

It was the first time that Jing Chan had a head-on fight with Chen Jing, but he had no idea how powerful his illusion skills were.

Because those who knew about it were already dead, and Mi Li, who was not dead, was not a serious practitioner, so his focus was on the flying sword and he did not notice the illusion.

Jing Chan realized that he had hit the phantom.

A human silhouette appeared behind him.

"Here it is."

Chen Jing twisted his neck and stretched his muscles, making a crackling sound of frying beans. His martial arts energy and blood burned like a furnace, and smoke rose into the sky.

The true form of martial arts!

He grabbed Jing Chan's neck with his big hand and held him tightly like an iron clamp.

"boom--"

Grabbing the cicada is like swinging a rag doll.

He slammed his head hard on the bluestone slab by the lake.

"You still have to practice!"

(End of this chapter)