Hong Fugui’s reaction was beyond Cui Heng’s expectations.
After some questioning, he finally understood what was going on.
It turned out that Hong Fugui was born in a remote small mountain village. His parents were both tenant farmers of the landlord.
When Hong Fugui was eight years old, there was a drought, and when he was nine years old, there was another plague of locusts and plagues. A severe famine spread, and in some places, people could eat each other.
Under this circumstance, the landlord still refused to reduce the rent, but intensified the oppression, causing Hong Fugui’s parents, two older brothers, and one younger sister to starve to death.
When Hong Fugui’s parents were dying, they had hallucinations, and all they whispered in their mouths were “there is porridge to drink, it is an endless white porridge, rich and precious, come and drink…” /
But they didn’t really drink even a mouthful of porridge until they died.
Even after his death, he was brutally murdered by the landlord, and was almost robbed by the hungry people to cook meat.
It was Hong Fugui with a scythe and hacked three people to death before he managed to save the bodies of his parents, siblings, and cremated them for burial.
Therefore, when he saw this bowl of fragrant white porridge, he was a little moved and thought of his parents, brothers and sisters who passed away.
Cui Heng was silent for a long time after hearing the words. After Hong Fugui’s emotions calmed down, he patted his shoulder lightly and said, “Come on, have some porridge first.”
Hong Fugui’s situation is very dangerous now. The extreme hunger coupled with the violent mood swings makes it very likely that he will pass out directly.
“Thank you Xian, Xianzun.” Hong Fugui thanked him personally. He didn’t know what to call Cui Heng, so he simply called Xianzun along with the Yellow Turban Warriors.
“My surname is Cui, you can call me Mr. Cui.” Cui Heng smiled.
“Yes, Mr. Cui.” Hong Fugui responded quickly, sitting at the table at the same time, looking at the bowl of porridge, then at Cui Heng, and asked carefully, “Mr. Cui, I, I really Can I have a drink?”
“Drink, you can slow down, don’t burn yourself.” Cui Heng nodded lightly.
“Wow! It’s so fragrant! It’s so hot!” Hong Fugui exclaimed while drinking the porridge. Even if it was hot, he didn’t want to stop. After all, in his more than ten years of life, he had never eaten as much as he did today.
Cui Heng did not stop him and just watched.
The rice used for this white porridge is not ordinary, it is the spirit rice produced in the novice farm.
Not only is it full of color and fragrance, but also contains subtle aura, rich in nutrients, but moisturizing and silent, and will not replenish excess all at once.
Cui Heng has a good impression of Hong Fugui, a poor man who has suffered so much.
A mere bowl of white porridge, for him, is just a small effort, but it has already brought this poor man unprecedented happiness.
Besides, he had spent ten years in this novice space alone, and if it wasn’t for the Yellow Turbans, he would have almost forgotten how to speak.
But the Yellow Turban Lux is just an obedient robot, and has no real sense of intelligence.
Now it’s so easy to come in a human who can communicate normally. Of course, he wants to make Hong Fugui healthy, even if it’s just talking.
You can also learn about the outside world by the way.
…
Hong Fugui devoured it.
The whole big pot of white porridge was wiped out by him in less than a minute, and the two small bowls of mustard were naturally killed.
His belly was warm and bulging. This was a happiness he had never felt before.
However, Hong Fugui didn’t just think about the aftertaste. He hurriedly stood up and wanted to thank Cui Heng, but suddenly realized that he seemed to have grown taller.
“What’s the matter?” He looked down at his hands in astonishment, then looked at his feet, and found that his palms were much larger, his sleeves were shorter, and his trousers were shorter.
I just drank a bowl of porridge, and I grew taller, grew up?
And the body seems to be much lighter, and the injuries all over the body are healed.
“So this isn’t porridge, it’s an elixir!” Hong Fugui was extremely shocked, looking at Cui Heng with gratitude and indescribable reverence.
Such an elixir is so generous to give myself such a muddy leg.
This is definitely a great immortal who saves suffering!
“Thank you Immortal Venerable for saving your life, thank you Immortal Venerable for giving me the elixir!” Hong Fugui was so excited that he didn’t know how to express it, so he knelt down and kowtowed again, and bowed to Cui Heng in a way of thanking the gods and Buddhas.
“It’s just an ordinary meal.” Cui Heng shook his head and smiled, raised his hand to make Hong Fugui stand up, and said, “Don’t kneel again in the future, just call Mr. Immortal.”
Have you ever seen the Immortal Venerable at the sixth level of Qi Refining?
The Yellow Turban Lux belongs to the “system setting”, so it’s fine if he can’t change it. He feels guilty when others call him that.
“It’s an immortal, sir.” Hong Fugui nodded quickly, and then asked respectfully, “Sir saved my life and gave me an elixir. My life is yours, sir. If you have any orders, just say it, sir. That’s it.”
He didn’t seek the way to save the world, but put his mind on repaying Cui Heng’s kindness.
“Don’t you want a way to save the world?” Cui Heng chuckled.
“I haven’t reported the great kindness of Mr., how dare I ask for the Holy Law.” Hong Fugui shook his head.
“Then talk to me first, and play games.” Cui Heng raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a smile, “Come with me and teach you what PS5 is.”
“Fart Ace Dance?” Hong Fugui looked confused, only to think that the immortal’s words were really mysterious and unpredictable.
…
For the next three days, Cui Heng did not rush to ask Hong Fugui about the situation outside.
He brought Hong Fugui to play games, eat, farm, chat about some things, and he was very relaxed.
Compared to the ten years of living alone, Cui Heng feels that these are the three days when he is in the best mood.
Under this state of mind, he felt that the bottleneck of his realm that had been stagnant for more than a year was loosened!
Yes, he was stagnant for more than a year in the sixth floor of Qi refining!
This is also one of the reasons why he recognizes the reality clearly~IndoMTL.com~ Sure enough, you have to stay happy to cultivate immortals! “Cui Heng thought in his heart.
And for Hong Fugui.
The three-day experience in Wonderland can be described as mysterious.
He has seen too many bizarre and incredible fairy treasures.
For example:
A fairy door lock that can be opened with a single touch without a key.
A fairy light that can be switched on and off freely without wax oil, just by saying a word.
A fairy jug that automatically boils without ignition, just by putting water in it.
And the most amazing fart ace dance!
It is not a dance, but a magic weapon of the fairy family.
This magic weapon can display various scenes on a light curtain, some are terrifying and gloomy, some are wonderful and magnificent, as if there are countless worlds inside.
What’s even more bizarre is that a little mortal like myself can actually control the creatures of these worlds through this magic weapon!
It’s unbelievable!
I am afraid that only the existence of complete control of these worlds can grant such a great authority to such a small mortal.
In just three days, in Hong Fugui’s heart, Cui Heng has been upgraded from the image of a hidden immortal to a supreme being who controls countless worlds.
In the early morning of this day, Hong Fugui walked out of the room and was about to ask Cui Heng to say hello.
But as soon as he went out, he saw the sun and the moon in the sky, shining brightly.
I saw that there were streaks of golden clouds flowing in the sky.
At this time, there is a figure bathed in the sun, moon and sky, slowly rising to the sky.
Cui Heng broke through.
Seven levels of Qi refining!