Chapter 118

Watching Ren Feifei go to the registration office, Zhao growth breathed a sigh of relief.

If he is like Ren Quan, or Ren Feifei is a very considerate woman, he will never be so tired in these 20 days with Ren Feifei.

"Alas, money and debt are easy to pay, but love and debt are difficult to pay..." murmured in a low voice. Zhao Sheng deliberately closed his eyes and "rested".

At the same time, his brain did not stop.

"The land of law and wealth..."

Zhao Sheng thought silently, and his heart was distressed again because of money. It is no exaggeration to say that Zhao Sheng has been distressed for hundreds of years because of his wealth.

The existence of Xuantian Jue and Zhao Qing's previous behavior of deliberately sealing Zhao Sheng's meridians have made Zhao Sheng's Dantian able to accommodate the amount of Reiki to an extremely terrible level.

Of course, more aura may not represent a breakthrough in cultivation. But there is one thing, that is, as long as there is enough Reiki stored in the elixir field, it will be much easier to break through the barriers on the way of cultivation.

There is only one month left from disciple Dabi. The practice room is just long enough.

Although three thousand spirit stones can not be consumed in one month, Zhao Sheng is also confident enough to improve his body cultivation to the early stage of congenital and his Qi cultivation to the middle or even later stage of congenital.

But then? Zhao Sheng is absolutely unwilling to accumulate aura for Dantian without spirit stone, so as to break through the barrier. Want to follow the common practice of ordinary people? It will take more than ten years or decades to make a breakthrough from congenital to golden elixir alone.

Using his method, he consumes the spirit stone extremely. The speed of obtaining the spirit stone can't keep up with the speed of consumption.

Zhao Sheng did not consider doing some sidelines in his previous life. For example, refining pills or utensils to earn some spirit stones, but unfortunately, Zhao Sheng is not an all-round talent against the sky.

Even though it took him only a few hundred years in his previous life to break through the cultivation of fitness, in other aspects, Zhao Sheng can really be called the weak chicken among the weak chickens.

Of course, this can be seen from the fact that Zhao Sheng practiced a pot of Fu explosive pills called waste pills in order to refine some ordinary pills.

"Zhao Sheng?" in a counter not far from Zhao Sheng in the hall, a woman shouted in a daze.

The voice was so small that almost no one could hear it except herself.

Just... Zhao Sheng, who "deliberately" rested, heard it.

Yes, the owner of this voice is Feng Shuchen who had some "accidents" with Zhao Sheng on the day he just entered the Daoqing gate.

As early as they entered the hall, Zhao Sheng had seen the girl whose name he didn't know.

But he has no idea what he should do. Go up and apologize to this? That's death. And directly leave, it is easy for Ren Feifei and others to find themselves. That's why he chose to sit in a chair and rest with his eyes closed.

"Zhao..." Feng Shuchen put down the bamboo slips and wanted to call Zhao Sheng louder.

But just before her words left her mouth, a voice called Zhao Sheng sounded in the other direction.

"Zhao Sheng! We're done, ha ha, the three of us are all outside disciples now!" Ren Feifei hopped to Zhao Sheng's side, and then took Zhao Sheng's arm very habitually.

Zhao Sheng, however, did not shake off his arm this time.

"Well, let's go. Dust poison smell and Zhang Daniu, you two also go with me first. I have something else to ask you."

"Hua la..." a voice like a broken heart suddenly sounded in Feng Shuchen's chest.

She didn't know what had happened to her, even though she tried to deny who she liked when she was fighting with her sister Yun. But her performance at this time betrayed her heart exactly.

Staring at the man she always saw in her dream, Feng Shuchen seemed to have made up his mind.

"External disciple... Identity... Strength..." muttered in a low voice. She left the counter directly. Where did she go? No one knows.

Feeling the sad look behind him, Zhao Sheng said sorry in his heart.

Long pain is better than short pain. Zhao Sheng doesn't want to make a girl uncomfortable for a long time because of him.

But what he didn't know was that his kind-hearted behavior buried a huge hidden danger for one thing in the future.

"Sir, do you have any orders?" the dust poison smell, who has made a choice, is no longer close to Zhao Sheng as before.

"Wait until you're in the room."

In the whole Daoqing gate, Zhao Sheng doesn't know many people.

Yunyi is not willing to use it. Master Qingyuan can't use it. Zhao Sheng, an obscene group of three, dare not use it. Then the only thing that can do what Zhao Sheng has long wanted to do is to choose one from Ren Feifei, Zhang Daniu and Chen Duxiang.

But even if Zhao Sheng at this time thought for a thousand times, he would never have thought that his plan would soon have a great change.

"Zhi ~" the door of Zhao Sheng's room slowly opened.

"Sleeping trough?!" when he opened the door, Zhao Sheng looked at his house in a daze.

"Hungry... Help... Me..." a very thin man lay powerlessly on the floor of Zhao Sheng's house.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Sheng subconsciously looked at his room number.

"Junior brother Zhao... It's me..."

"Brother Lu?!" stared. Zhao Sheng looked at the man in front of him and compared with the image of Yong Shoulu in his impression. When Zhao Sheng finally compared the skinny man in front of him with the one 20 days ago, Zhao Sheng affirmed that the man in his room was yong Shoulu!

"Brother Lu, what's the matter with you! Why are you so thin!" Zhao Sheng said with "righteous indignation".

"Hungry..." Yong Shoulu just thought of another word of hunger and fainted.

"Feifei, go to the kitchen and make some food for Yong Shoulu!"

As soon as Zhao Sheng took out his right hand, many ingredients appeared on the floor of the room from Zhao Sheng's demon refining pot.

"OK." Ren Feifei glanced at Yong Shoulu, who had passed out. Without saying anything more, she walked into a small kitchen equipped in each disciple's room with food materials.

"No!" dust poison smell directly stood up and shouted to stop Ren Feifei who was going to do something: "he can only drink some porridge at most in this situation. If you follow the food you just took out, he will definitely die!"

"Oh? You still know this? Feifei, do as she says and prepare some porridge for brother Lu."