Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 136 It’s just a disease, not life!
A simple courtyard with walls made of pebbles mixed with mud on all four sides. Inside the courtyard is a wooden and brick house.

Wang Xiaoer was sitting on a stool and making a small fire in the yard. A sand pot was placed on the fire, and a pungent smell of medicine was wafting from the pot.

But he was already used to it. He fanned himself gently with a palm-leaf fan, and stirred the charcoal fire with a small wooden stick.

Suddenly, the soil next to the firewood pile surged, and a head popped out.

It's like crops growing out of the ground.

What’s even more peculiar is that this head seems to recognize itself.

How could I not know him?

This was the third time Han Yu had seen him.

This city is so big that two idiots can't find themselves.

The city is also small, small enough that you can run into the same person over and over again.

However, the way they met for the third time was rather awkward. Han Yu had come here underground relying on his intuition, and he just estimated the location in his mind before sticking his head out.

As a result, as soon as the head came out, there was a pile of firewood in front of it. If it was a little bit off, it would probably have hit its head.

Wang Xiaoer in front of him showed unusual calmness. He looked at the head that suddenly appeared without shouting or crying. He just stared at it quietly for a while, then got up and left.

After a while he came back carrying a hoe and asked softly.

"Do you need help digging it out?"

Uh……

"That's not necessary."

Han Yu smiled awkwardly and stood up as if from the pool. When he came out completely, a hint of shock flashed in Wang Xiaoer's eyes, but there was still no change on his face.

A pungent smell of medicine permeated his nose, with a sour and bitter taste. It seemed that it was almost done. Wang Xiaoer turned around and brought back a wet cloth and a porcelain bowl.

After carefully pouring the medicine soup into the bowl, he took the sand pot outside to pour it out, and when he came back, he washed the sand pot himself.

When doing all this, he was never in a hurry or slow, and of course, he treated Han Yu as if he didn't exist.

Han Yu never looked away, seeing that he was doing everything calmly. When he had nothing to do, he came over and blew gently into the bowl on the stool.

Such a pungent medicine seemed like nothing special in his mouth, and he drank it without changing his expression.

"you are sick?"

Han Yu asked softly.

After Wang Xiaoer put down the bowl, he turned around and looked at him again, as if he was wondering whether to pay attention to this strange monk.

From the moment Han Yu broke out of the ground, he knew that he was a cultivator, and only cultivators could have such means.

"Yes, it's a disease that can kill you at any time."

Seeing that Han Yu was not much older than himself, Wang Xiaoer finally spoke slowly.

Even though it was a matter of life and death, his expression remained calm.

"Is it serious?"

Han Yu frowned for no reason.

Since his life could be in danger at any time, how could it not be serious? Han Yu felt that his question was too stupid as soon as he asked it.

Wang Xiaoer was very calm. He pointed to his chest and said.

"I was born with a missing heart meridian. I can't have big emotional ups and downs, I can't laugh or cry."

After saying this, he paused slightly.

"I probably won't be able to hold on for long. I can feel my heart getting stronger and stronger, and my pulse is becoming less and less able to support it. The doctor said that I'll die the day I have a heart attack."

Han Yu's face was filled with shock. Seeing the person in front of him talking about death so calmly, he found it extremely absurd.

"So you are in this state, and you are still going to participate in the court selection?"

"Because the doctor said that becoming a monk and practicing cultivation might give you a chance to save your life."

Wang Xiaoer chuckled and said, "So, others may have various purposes to participate in the selection and become monks.

He went up again and again, but was turned away again and again, just to save his life.

Only by becoming a monk could he have a chance of saving his life, but he didn't have any possibility of practicing at all.

This is no longer a disease, it is life.

"No, it's just an illness. I never believe in fate."

As if he saw through Han Yu's thoughts, Wang Xiaoer's calm face showed a stubborn expression for the first time.

Maybe more than one person told him that this was his fate!

Han Yu withdrew his pitying gaze. To such a person, pity was like an insult.

The two fell into silence.

Han Yu slowly stood up and walked towards the door. He soon left the yard, but after a while he came back. He looked up at Wang Xiaoer with a complicated expression.

"If I say I have a pill in my hand, after you eat it, you will experience three disasters and six tribulations within seven days, and you may even survive a near-death experience. But as long as you can survive, not only will you not die, but you may even become very powerful. However, the side effects will be hated by your luck. Do you want to eat it or not?"

In the courtyard, one could see Wang Xiaoer’s increasingly stunned face, as if he was listening to a fairy tale.

Han Yu's gaze finally stopped and he sighed.

"If you believe it and are not afraid of death, come to the inn in the city to find me tomorrow."

After saying that, Han Yu really left without looking back.

On the way back, he suddenly spoke into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Do you think this pill appeared specially for him?"

In her sea of ​​consciousness, Xiao Liuli rolled her eyes at him and sneered.

"If you think so, it only shows that you are naive. The Niyun Pill will not change for anyone, the bottle will not open the door to convenience for anyone, and I will not change the price of Hexi Pill for anyone."

"You are powerful because you have made sacrifices. His life and death must also be determined by the rules of the Reverse Fortune Pill."

Especially the spirits of the weapons were quite dissatisfied with this.

Judging from the effect of the Reverse Fortune Pill, it can even be used as a poison pill. If those two guys had eaten it, one of them would have been killed for sure.

One pill can kill an ordinary person and a person who has reached the Great Perfection of the Spirit-Seeking Realm. In terms of value, Han Yu's behavior was not very smart.

Han Yu smiled without comment.

Perhaps for most people, the reverse luck pill is indeed almost as poisonous as poison.

But for people in such a desperate situation, why can't it be the last straw...

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Twenty miles outside the city, Zhao Yulin was almost digging three feet into the ground. He and ten other people patrolled in the air for a whole hour, but they could not find any trace of Han Yu.

In a fit of rage, the nine cultivators in the God-Gaze ​​Realm suffered first, and were scolded terribly one by one.

"From today on, keep your eyes open. I want peace not only inside the city, but outside the city as well."

The nine cultivators in the God-Gazing Realm immediately cried out in pain.

Isn't this too difficult? It's easier in the city. After nine people divide the areas, they can really keep a close eye on them.

But it is extremely difficult outside the city. A provincial capital is so big. Not to mention the entire provincial capital, it is also a huge task for nine of them to be responsible for surveillance within a radius of 20 miles.

Zhao Yulin listened to his men's complaints and couldn't help but yell.

"This is a military order. I have to obey it as well. I will also keep an eye on it."

He had a hunch that this matter was definitely not over yet, because besides Han Yu who ran away, there were still two guys hiding their heads and showing their tails.

No matter what they want to do, we must not let them cause trouble in the city...

(End of this chapter)