Chapter 3 This is a Supreme Being
Hong Fugui's reaction was beyond Cui Heng's expectations.
After some inquiries, he finally understood what was going on.
It turned out that Hong Fugui was born in a remote mountain village. His parents were tenants of a landlord. The landlord withheld money severely, and his family had never had a full meal.
Therefore, when he saw this bowl of fragrant white porridge, he was somewhat moved and thought of his deceased parents and siblings.
Cui Heng was silent for a long time after hearing this. After Hong Fugui calmed down, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, drink some porridge first."
Hong Fugui's condition is very dangerous now. He is extremely hungry and has violent emotional fluctuations. He is likely to faint directly.
"Thank you, Immortal, Immortal Venerable." Hong Fugui thanked him personally. He didn't know how to address Cui Heng, so he simply followed the Yellow Turban Warrior and called him Immortal Venerable.
"My last name is Cui, you can call me Mr. Cui." Cui Heng smiled.
"Yes, Mr. Cui." Hong Fugui quickly agreed and sat down at the table. He looked at the bowl of porridge, then looked at Cui Heng, and asked carefully, "Mr. Cui, can I, can I really drink it?"
"Drink it, but you can drink it slowly, don't burn it." Cui Heng nodded gently.
"Wow! It smells so good! It's so hot!" Hong Fugui exclaimed while drinking the porridge. Even if it was very hot, he didn't want to stop. After all, he had lived for more than ten years and had never eaten as happily as today.
Cui Heng didn't stop him, but just watched from the side.
The rice used in this porridge is not ordinary, it is the spiritual rice produced in the novice farm.
Not only is it delicious, but it also contains subtle spiritual energy, rich in nutrients, yet moisturizing quietly, and will not replenish too much at once.
Cui Heng has a good impression of Hong Fugui, a poor man who has suffered a lot.
A bowl of white porridge is just a piece of cake for him, but it can bring unprecedented happiness to this poor man.
Moreover, a person has been in this novice space for ten years. If it weren't for the Yellow Turban Warrior, he would have almost forgotten how to speak.
But the Yellow Turban Warrior is just a robot that obeys orders and has no real intelligence.
Now that a human being who can communicate normally has finally come in, he must make Hong Fugui healthy, even if it's just to talk.
He can also learn about the situation in the outside world.
...
Hong Fugui wolfed down the food.
The whole bowl of white porridge was wiped out by him in less than a minute, and the two small bowls of pickled mustard were also eaten.
His stomach was warm and full, which 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 found that he seemed to have grown taller.
"What's the matter?" He looked down at his hands in astonishment, then at his feet, and found that his palms were much bigger, his sleeves were shorter, and his pants were shorter.
He just drank a bowl of porridge, but he actually grew taller and bigger?
Moreover, his body seemed to be much lighter, and all his injuries seemed to have healed.
"It turns out that this is not porridge, but a magical medicine!" Hong Fugui was extremely shocked, and looked at Cui Heng with gratitude and indescribable respect.
Such a magical medicine was generously given to a peasant like him.
This must be a great immortal who saves people from suffering!
"Thank you for saving my life, thank you for giving me the magical medicine!" Hong Fugui was so excited that he didn't know how to express himself, so he simply knelt down and kowtowed to Cui Heng in his way of thanking the gods and Buddhas.
"It's just an ordinary meal." Cui Heng shook his head and smiled, raised his hand and let Hong Fugui stand up, saying: "Don't kneel anymore in the future, and just call me Sir, don't call me Immortal Venerable anymore."
Have you ever seen an Immortal Venerable who has reached the sixth level of Qi Refining?
The Yellow Turban Warrior's "system setting" is fine, and he feels guilty when others call him that.
"Yes, Immortal, Sir." Hong Fugui nodded quickly, and then asked respectfully, "Sir, you saved my life and gave me the elixir. My life belongs to you, Sir. If you have any instructions, just tell me."
He did not seek the way to save the world again, but first focused on repaying Cui Heng's kindness.
"Don't you want the way to save the world?" Cui Heng chuckled.
"I haven't even repaid the great kindness of the master yet, how dare I ask for the holy law." Hong Fugui shook his head.
"Then talk with me first and play games." Cui Heng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled, "Come with me, I will teach you what PS5 is."
"Fuck Ace Dance?" Hong Fugui was confused, and felt that the words of the immortal were really mysterious.
...
In the next three days, Cui Heng did not rush to ask Hong Fugui about the situation outside.
He took Hong Fugui to play games, eat, farm, and chat about some random things, and his mentality was very relaxed.
Compared with the ten years of living alone, Cui Heng felt that these were the three days in his best mood.
In this state of mind, he felt that the bottleneck of his realm that had stagnated for more than a year had actually loosened!
Yes, the mere sixth level of Qi Refining had kept him stagnant for more than a year!
This is also one of the reasons why he faces reality.
"It turns out that you have to stay happy to cultivate immortality!" Cui Heng thought in his heart.
And for Hong Fugui.
The three days of experience in the fairyland can be called mysterious.
He saw too many bizarre and incredible treasures of the immortals.
For example:
the immortal door lock that can be opened with a light press without a key.
The immortal light that can be turned on and off freely without wax, just by saying a word.
The immortal kettle that can automatically boil water without lighting a fire.
And the most magical Piss Dance!
It is not a dance, but a fairy magic weapon.
This magic weapon can display a variety of scenes on a light screen, some of which are terrifying and gloomy, and some are wonderful and magnificent, as if there are countless worlds inside.
What is even more bizarre is that a small mortal like myself can actually control the creatures of these worlds through this magic weapon!
It is too unbelievable!
Perhaps only by completely controlling the existence of these worlds can such a great authority be granted to a small mortal like myself.
In just three days, in Hong Fugui's heart, Cui Heng has been upgraded from the image of a reclusive immortal to a supreme being who controls countless worlds.
Early in the morning of this day, Hong Fugui walked out of the room and was about to go to Cui Heng to say hello.
But as soon as he went out, he saw the sun and the moon shining brightly in the sky.
There were golden clouds flowing in the sky.
At this time, a figure was bathing in the brilliance of the sun and the moon and the sky full of rosy clouds, slowly ascending to the sky.
Cui Heng broke through.
The seventh level of refining qi!
(End of this chapter)