The morning light shines, the breeze is gentle, and the sunny sky can always give people a good mood, even if it is a killer who walks in the dark for a long time. ▲∴

Sitting at the wooden table, Chen Weiming slowly finished a plate of food and ate it clean. The experience of almost starving to death in the despair plain in the past has made him develop the habit of not wasting food, and has also made him develop the habit of eating on time in the right environment.

As his cultivation level improves, if he reaches the stage of elixir formation, he can better utilize the vitality of heaven and earth. Although he still cannot reach the level of fasting, it will not be a problem if he doesn't eat for a month or two. It's just that he likes to eat, and he always feels that when he eats, he will feel the reality of living.

Although Empire and Yanyun Pavilion are different forces, Yuan Crystal Stone is still a common currency. The things for practitioners are indeed very expensive, but this kind of ordinary food, clothing, housing and transportation is relatively cheap. Mingdao does not have too many Yuan Crystal Stones, after all, those things are not very meaningful to him. Fortunately, Chen Weiming prepared a lot, so there is no need to worry about the cost of eating, drinking, and having fun along the way.

After eating, he also made a pot of tea, which was fragrant. Although he actually didn't know tea, the tea mixed with the fragrance of tea leaves and the steaming hot tea always made him feel that life seemed to be very hopeful, especially after the disaster.

Ming Dao sat opposite him, eating meat in big mouthfuls. This is a person with a paranoid appetite for meat. If there is no meat in the food, he will feel like he has eaten a ball of air and it is meaningless. As for Chen Weiming's tea drinking behavior, he only used four words to describe it: self-righteousness.

"Why do I feel like you are enjoying your current life!" Ming Dao muttered the flesh in his mouth and said vaguely.

Chen Weiming put down his teacup and smiled faintly: "If there were any choices, I would have long since stopped being a killer. If I became stronger in my practice just to kill people, it would be better to find a piece of land to farm and live the life of an ordinary person."

Ming Dao stopped, shook his head and said, "If the Shadowmen and the others hear you, they will definitely ask you to eat a few more Heart-Eating Gu, which is too uncontrollable."

Chen Weiming shook his head and said, "What is the difference between eating one and ten? He will die the same way when he wants to die."

"Then have you ever thought about what your practice is for?" Ming Dao asked again.

Chen Weiming thought about it, shook his head and said, "I don't know yet, but it's definitely not for being a killer..."

Perhaps he would never say these words to the second person except Ming Dao. For the killer, trust is a very luxurious thing, but for no reason, he believed that Ming Dao would not say these words to anyone.

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered the woman in green in the dream. Who was that, where was that, why were she looking for someone, who was she looking for? Is it her own...

There was nowhere to solve many questions. It seemed that only by constantly becoming stronger and stronger to a certain extent could these secrets be solved. After thinking, for no reason, he remembered the fantasy he saw in the Pangu Temple. What happened once, the crying true man Jiuyang.

Pangu, Fuxi, Nuwa, the most saintly master... Who are those ancient gods, and why did the Nine Yang Zhenren say that they were the ancestors of the human race? If this is true, what they have done, and why did not leave any legends about them?

"There is nothing wrong with the killer!" Ming Dao on the opposite side said while eating: "I never thought of getting rid of the identity of a killer, but I want to be the kind of killer I want to be, rather than a killer I am manipulated..."

"Actually... the world of cultivation is a fight and killing. Even if you are not a killer, you still have to kill people if you want to survive, and you will kill many people. Since that's the case, why bother so much about whether you are a killer?"

"You may be right..." Chen Weiming was silent for a moment, suddenly not wanting to talk about this topic, and asked instead: "What about you, have you ever thought about what your practice is for?"

"Become an immortal!" Ming Dao said without hesitation: "Of course, it's not to become the legendary immortal clan. I am a human clan, so why do I become an immortal clan? I just feel that being bound at this time is like a world in a box. There may be many wonderful things, but it feels like a toy in the hand of some powerful existence."

"I want to go out of the world in this box, just like Li Qinglian. Although I don't know what kind of world the outside world is, I think... it must be more exciting than the world in this box."

Chen Weiming was stunned. He didn't expect that Ming Dao had such a dream, which was incredible.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

At this time, there were waves of shouts coming from downstairs, and a large number of golden-armored soldiers protected a red carriage and walked past the city avenue. The group of soldiers were extremely powerful, all of whom had the level of the Killing Dan stage, and the leader even reached the Nascent Soul stage.

There was a murderous aura on these soldiers, which was obviously a long-standing battle. They protected the red carriage without saying much. Except for someone who shouted and asked someone to give way, everyone else was silent.

A large number of people and monks in the city whispered, all guessing who was in the carriage.

The same is true for Chen Weiming and Ming Dao. Although the empire has the largest population, it is not very common for all troops in the Jidan stage. At least they did not see a single one along the way. Most of them are leaders in the Jidan stage, most of which are the Foundation Establishment stage. After all, this place is still far away from the center of the empire.

Everyone watched the troops leave with confusion until they left the city gate.

Chen Weiming and Ming Dao looked at each other and were about to say a few words when suddenly someone shouted loudly: "Everyone, please pay attention..."

Then he saw a man riding a horse through the street and stopping until he reached the front of the city gate. Then he took out two pieces of paper and pasted it on the bulletin board on the side of the city gate, and said loudly: "The second-level wanted order will arrest two Yanyun Pavilion killers. Don't do it, just provide information to get ten high-level Yuan crystal stones."

As soon as this statement was said, everyone was in an uproar, and even Chen Weiming couldn't help but feel aroused. High-level Yuan crystal is not an ordinary thing. One can be exchanged for 100 million low-level Yuan crystals, which is of extraordinary value. For formation masters, their preciousness is not only valuable, but more importantly, the arrangement of certain formations requires advanced Yuan crystals, which cannot be compensated by a large number of low-level Yuan crystals.

The second-level wanted order is extremely rare in the empire, and the wanted ones are often extremely important figures in Yanyun Pavilion or the Demon Sect.

Everyone was talking and surrounded him. In just a moment, the already lively city gate suddenly became irrigated.

Ming Dao also wanted to go over and take a look, but was pulled by Chen Weiming. Because of the delusion and truthful eyes, his eyesight was much higher than his peers, and he could see clearly even when he stood in this distance.
Chapter completed!