Lu Ming raised his lips and smiled coldly, holding the stick tightly in his hand, and kept swinging forward. For a moment, several servants could not get close to him, and could only dodge awkwardly, feeling really frightened. Could it be that this young master was crazy today? In the past, he never resisted being beaten, scolded, or bullied, and even faced more extreme difficulties than this. Now he could be so cruel, which was completely unlike his usual style.
The boy who was hit on the head got up from the ground, pulled a piece of cloth to cover the bleeding forehead, and cursed: "A bunch of idiots, he uses firewood, you can't use it too!"
Several people just woke up from their dream, picked up some thick firewood from the ground, and rushed towards Luming. The boy got up from the ground in a hurry, picked up a piece of firewood from the ground, and threw it at the servants without hesitation. Unfortunately, he was beaten too hard just now, and he had no strength left in his body, and soon he fell to the ground due to exhaustion.
Lu Ming had sustained several heavy blows, and his whip wounds had not yet healed, so it was very difficult for him to cope with the situation. However, he managed to hold on for a long time, and his attacks became more and more fierce. He even fought against several strong servants and was unable to win for a while.
The servant was furious, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it directly at Lu Ming's head. Lu Ming was unable to dodge the beatings of several people, and the stone hit his forehead. He felt dizzy and his vision became blurry. Blood slowly dripped down his forehead until it dripped into his eye sockets. Lu Ming's consciousness recovered a little, but his eyes were already bloodshot. The heavy blows on his body did not stop, hitting him again and again, causing him unbearable pain.
The servant saw that Lu Ming seemed to have no strength left, so he waved his hands at the others and sneered, "Don't beat him to death. The eldest young master is the He family's unique genius weapon refiner, and he also has the earth spirit root aptitude that is hard to find in a hundred years. His status is very precious."
Lu Ming supported his shaky body, his handsome face was as cold as ice, and he looked at the group of evil slaves in front of him with a hawk-like gaze, as if it was a cold winter. The anger suddenly took away his reason like a huge wave, his eyes suddenly turned red, and with the blood on his face, he looked like a demon from hell, exuding a terrifying sense of oppression, and the air around him seemed to be frozen, making everyone present feel as if they were falling into an ice cave and their backs were cold.
The boy lying on the ground looked at everything in front of him, tears welling up in his eyes. He whispered to Lu Ming, "Master, please leave quickly and don't fight with them anymore."
Hearing this, Lu Ming smiled slightly, his eyes were like shining stars in the dark night, or even more like two black obsidians, shining with a dark and dazzling luster. He shook his head at the boy and said, "Once some decisions are made, you can't take a step back even if you die."
The boy was shocked, tears welled up in his eyes, and he bit his lips tightly. For the first time, he felt how weak and insignificant he was. His tender face was mature beyond his age, and the angry flames in his eyes were like the dazzling sunlight hanging high in the sky. His soul seemed to be gradually burning. However, everyone's attention was taken away by the deer cry, and they didn't see that the boy's originally black eyes slowly turned red, cold like the devil in hell, and a few wisps of black mist slowly swirled around his body, looking extremely weird.
Meanwhile, Lu Ming suddenly felt his entire body become extremely hot, as if a force suppressed deep inside his body was slowly awakening. The pain from the parts of his body that were hit by the firewood suddenly disappeared, and even the wound on his forehead that was bleeding from the whipping he had received a few days ago healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just a few seconds it became smooth as before.
The boy looked at the scene in horror and stammered, "What, what is going on!"
Lu Ming raised his hand in confusion and looked at it. Suddenly, a faint light appeared in the palm of his hand. The light became stronger and stronger in the astonished eyes of the crowd, and gradually condensed into a huge ball of light, illuminating Lu Ming's entire body, making him look like a god from heaven.
The group of servants were so frightened by the scene that their legs went weak and they could no longer hold on. They fell to the ground with their hearts beating wildly. After a long time, one of the servants said in panic: "The eldest young master... he has recovered his spiritual energy!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of gasps around. After hearing what the boy said, Lu Ming's eyes flashed with confusion. Could this be the spiritual energy mentioned in the book "The Immortal Emperor and the Demon Lord" that is necessary for practicing immortal arts?
The others looked at the dazzling sphere in Lu Ming's hand, and a trace of desperate fear flashed across their eyes. If the eldest young master really recovered his spiritual energy, it would mean that his status would change dramatically from this moment on. The eldest young master of the He family would definitely restore his former glory and become the eldest son of the He family who was so noble that even the mistress of the He family had to give way to him.
Moreover, this Young Master He was originally a person of the highest aptitude in earthly spiritual roots, and he had already become famous in the entire cultivation world five years ago. He had even escaped after killing the most terrifying beast in the secret realm by himself five years ago. Even if three Taoists in the middle stage of foundation building joined forces to attack the legendary terrifying beast, they would not have much chance of winning.
But just now, they not only spoke rudely, but also injured him. Even if he killed them hundreds of times, it would not be enough. Unexpectedly, the young master suddenly recovered his spiritual energy. No matter how they looked at it, they were all doomed to die today.
The great fear of death made several people tremble and kneel on the ground, knocking their heads hard and crying: "Master, please have mercy on us! We will never dare to do it again!"
Lu Ming saw that several people had blood on their foreheads, but he was not moved at all. He walked forward a few steps, curled the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly. His eyes were like those of a venomous snake, making everyone present feel a chill down their spines, as if they were falling into an icy cave.
That devilish, cold voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears, like a vicious judge coming to sentence someone to death.
"It's too late."
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On both sides of a winding stream are lush green meadows. Although it is late autumn, the trees here are lush and green due to the spring water flowing from the sacred mountain, and the flowers are vying for beauty, which looks like a unique spring scene.
On the green grass, two teenagers were sitting, their school bags and firewood were thrown carelessly not far away, both of them had smiles on their faces, looking warm and harmonious. These two were Lu Ming and the boy who had just been beaten up.
"Young Master, why don't you kill those people who bullied you?" The boy tilted his head and asked He Qingci in confusion.
He Qingci carefully wiped the dirty mud off the boy's cheek with a handkerchief soaked in stream water, and shook his head helplessly, saying: "Their crimes do not deserve death, so why do we have to kill them all?"
The boy heard this and argued dissatisfiedly: "But not only did they beat you, they also scolded you and called you..."
"Dogs?" Lu Ming chuckled, and then said, "In my eyes, they are worse than dogs. Why should I bother with a bunch of beasts? If we really want to punish them, killing them would be the end of it. It would be better to let them live for now, living in fear every day, afraid that they will lose their heads tomorrow. Isn't that more painful?"
The boy's bright eyes suddenly became clear, and he looked at Lu Ming with his dark eyes that suddenly became sparkling. He looked at Lu Ming with admiration and said, "I understand now. If someone wants to harm me in the future, even if I have the ability to kill them, I will have to spare their lives and keep them in fear all day long. This is the cruelest punishment for them."
Lu Ming patted his little head and scolded with a smile: "Who said that I didn't kill them for this? I just want to tell you that human life should never be taken at will. It's enough to get the due punishment. As the saying goes, there is a god above your head. Don't be too cruel in your actions."
The boy curled his lips and said stubbornly: "Anyway, if it were me, after being bullied today, I would definitely make those who bullied me suffer when I become stronger in the future."
Hearing this, Lu Ming held his forehead and sighed helplessly. Did he teach the kid bad things again?
Lu Ming used a handkerchief to wipe the child's face for a long time before he wiped it clean. The child's face was white and tender, with two shallow dimples on his round cheeks when he smiled, and with his bright black eyes, he looked very cute.
Lu Ming couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pinch his face, circling clockwise, then counterclockwise, until the child's fair and tender face turned red and his eyes gradually became moist. Only then did he reluctantly put down his hand, obviously feeling unsatisfied.
The boy touched his face aggrievedly and complained: "It's all swollen from being pinched."
Lu Ming coughed awkwardly and quickly changed the subject: "Why are you selling firewood at such a young age? Who are your family members?"
The boy's eyes dimmed, and he said, "There are only my mother and I at home. My mother had a serious illness a few years ago, and she had to lie in bed all day to recover. As for my father... I have never seen him since I was born. My mother often said that my father had his own reasons for not being able to come to see me, and told me not to blame him."
Lu Ming's heart tightened, looking at the child's gloomy face, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, the whole person seemed like an abandoned child, with his head drooping and not speaking. Lu Ming reached out and touched his head, comforting him: "Since your mother said this, it means she doesn't want you to show this expression, and she doesn't want you to hate your father."
The boy nodded and hummed. Lu Ming scratched his head, not knowing how to comfort the child, so he stretched out his hand and injected spiritual energy into the palm of his hand. Gradually, a bright ball of light appeared in the palm of his hand, and was manipulated by Lu Ming to roll around, looking very cute.
The boy was only in his teens, and still had a childish nature. When he saw the ball of light in Lu Ming's hand, he was immediately attracted to it. His eyes followed the ball around, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's so beautiful! Is this the spiritual energy that the man just mentioned?"
Lu Ming smiled softly, nodded and said: "All cultivators have spiritual energy in their bodies, but the strength varies. If the spiritual energy is purer, it proves that the aptitude is better and the cultivation is stronger. In this way, it will be relatively easier to learn the method of refining equipment."
The child looked at Lu Ming with envy and asked softly, "Can I also have spiritual energy?"
Lu Ming was touched by the child's moist eyes and patiently explained: "It depends on one's aptitude. The best ones are those with natural spiritual roots. Not only can they learn the art of cultivation several times faster than ordinary people, but they can also upgrade smoothly without any bottlenecks. In the world, it is difficult to find such a person in thousands of years. It can be said that there is only one in ten thousand. However, everything varies from person to person. Although some people are born with deficient spiritual roots, they are persistent and practice hard for many years. In the end, they can also become immortals and fly into the fairyland."
The boy's eyes lit up and he said, "I seem to have heard my mother say that the previous Immortal Emperor Ze Yu was a person of the lowest caliber with mixed spiritual roots, but he never gave up and was able to fly hundreds of years later. When he flew, thunderclouds covered thousands of miles, and thousands of golden lights shot from the clouds to the earth. The thunderclouds struck down 108 terrifying thunderbolts, but they could not stop him from successfully flying into the Immortal Realm and eventually becoming the most honorable Immortal Emperor in the Three Realms."
Lu Ming touched his head, thinking about the plot mentioned in the article. The protagonist Sang Wusheng not only had a rare talent for spiritual roots, but later he got a chance to find an excellent spiritual spring, where he practiced immortal arts all year round, and under the guidance of a master, he practiced in the right way. In just two hundred years, he had reached the late stage of Mahayana. He could be said to be the first person in history who had no predecessors and no successors, even the legendary Ze Yu Immortal Emperor could not compare to him.
Lu Ming's eyes turned, and he tried hard to search for the location of the spiritual spring in his memory. If he could find the spiritual spring first, it would be of great benefit to his future cultivation.
Lu Ming was ashamed. Is this considered a cheat for time travelers? Although it feels like he is trying to steal the gold finger from the protagonist...
Thinking of this, Lu Ming could not help laughing. His brows relaxed immediately, his clear eyes were like the finest uncut jade, and his whole body looked like the warm sunshine.
The child next to him couldn't help staring at Lu Ming's self-absorbed smile. After a long while, he said stupidly: "Master, you look so good when you smile."
Lu Ming's smile suddenly stopped, and he reached out and slapped the child's head hard. The child immediately grimaced in pain and looked at Lu Ming with tears in his eyes. Lu Ming said helplessly: "How can you describe a man with the word good-looking? It's not right. Besides, don't you have to carry firewood to sell to the He Mansion? Why are you still sitting here and being lazy?"
The child said aggrievedly: "I was just about to go, but I accidentally got lost. Those people said they were leading the way for me, but they brought me here for no reason and forced me to hand over the spiritual stone chain around my neck. I refused to obey, so they insisted on taking it away, and then they came up and beat me up."
Lu Ming then noticed the ice-blue spiritual stone necklace on the child's neck. The style of the necklace looked very ordinary, but the whole chain faintly exuded a faint dark luster, which looked very special. No wonder the group of servants suddenly had evil intentions, and it seemed that this necklace was not an ordinary item.
Lu Ming frowned slightly. For some reason, a strange thought suddenly flashed through his mind, but it quickly disappeared. He searched his memory again but found nothing.
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