Chapter 110 Pretending again!



“You…you…”

The red-haired old man stared at Zhou Xiang intently, but could no longer speak. It seemed as if something was stuck in his throat.

He knew he lost.

A complete defeat.

When the opponent shows his cultivation of the Supreme Saint Realm, he will no longer have a chance to turn the tables - even if the opponent is wrong, he is still right!

"Okay, okay, okay!"

In the end, he said three good words and left with gritted teeth, and Zhou Shang, who had already been frightened silly, was also carried away.

Everyone around was silent.

They knew that the matter had come to an end, and was completely put to an end by this powerful returning genius.

"Xiang'er!"

At this time, an excited voice sounded. It was Zhou Xiang’s grandfather, the fifth elder of the Zhou family.

He quickly ran over and gave Zhou Xiang a signature chokehold, but this time, he didn't cover her mouth.

He was so excited that tears streamed down his cheeks. He said in a trembling voice, "Xiang'er, you have finally returned to the right path. You have finally come back... Do you know how Grandpa has been living these past three years?"

Zhou Xiang thought about it and said uncertainly: "Could it be...beating the maid every night?"

Hmm!

The next moment, his mouth was covered by his grandfather.

The fifth elder looked around in panic, but found that the powerful family members around him all looked normal and did not look away.

In fact, although these people didn't say it, they were quite disdainful of the Fifth Elder's making a fuss out of nothing - it was too petty and narrow-minded!

As a family elder, with a high position and power, who wouldn't beat up a few maids at night? Do you really think that all the beautiful and graceful maids in the family are used to serve tea, pour water and sweep the floor?

vulgar!

shallow!!

The conservative-minded fifth elders naturally had no idea that the public's tolerance had reached this level.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then whispered to his grandson - "Don't talk about the maid again!"

"Okay, Grandpa."

Zhou Xiang naturally agreed, and then pulled his fat head out of his grandfather's throat, smiling flatteringly:

"Well... I should go back and kill the pigs. There are still thousands of pigs waiting to be killed. I'm afraid they are getting impatient."

Wow!

A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and everyone was stunned, while the fifth elder was furious on the spot.

"What! You want to kill pigs again?!"

He thought his grandson had returned to the right path and given up that ridiculous habit, but he didn't expect that he was still as bad as before.

What should I do?

He took a deep breath and asked in a calm tone, "Is it okay not to kill the pig?"

"no."

Zhou Xiang said seriously.

He didn't explain too much because he knew that no one could truly understand him except his teacher Qin Chuan.

If that’s the case, what’s the point of explaining?

It's like a person is locked up in a mental hospital. No matter how he explains that he is not mentally ill, no one believes him.

If you say you are not mentally ill, people will say that all mentally ill people say this.

If you say you are mentally ill, people will say that you finally admit that you are mentally ill.

If you don't say anything, people will say that this mental patient is a bit depressed, or maybe has some new type of mental illness...

In short, certain preconceived ideas are difficult to change, and people who don’t understand you may never understand you.

When the Fifth Elder saw that his grandson answered so firmly, his face twitched a few times and he felt heavy-hearted.

He knew his grandson very well. This kid was just as stubborn when he gave up practicing and started killing pigs. No matter what method was used, he couldn't be persuaded to change his mind. In the end, he could only let him kill pigs.

"wrong!!"

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he asked, "You have been killing pigs for the past three years and have not practiced at all. How did you improve your cultivation?"

Zhou Xiang thought about it and said honestly: "I feel good when I kill pigs. When I feel good, I will naturally break through if I want to."

"Of course, there is also an invisible force that will gather on me as I continue to kill pigs."

"I don't know what they are, but they give me a strange feeling. It seems that... as long as I want to break through, I can break through."

The fifth elder was stunned when he heard this.

The other people around were also stunned. This was the first time they heard of such a thing.

“This is momentum.”

At this time, a calm voice sounded, vague and mysterious, which made people look sideways.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw a handsome figure in white slowly walking out. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said, "Between heaven and earth, there is a mysterious power called momentum."

“This kind of power will gather with self-confidence.”

“The more confident a person is, the stronger the momentum that gathers around him will be. When this momentum reaches a certain level, he will be invincible.”

“Even when the momentum is strong enough, even the power of destiny can be controlled by it. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that momentum is as powerful as a bamboo breaking. This is what it means!”

“And the competition between geniuses is also about this kind of momentum. When a genius is stronger than the others, he will have infinite self-confidence, and the momentum of all geniuses will be concentrated on him.”

"Such a person can amaze an entire era!"

His voice was not loud, but it was like a bolt from the blue, deafening and making everyone's head buzz.

These words gave them a great shock.

Of course, Qin Chuan did not make it up, because this was extracted from many fantasy novels, and it must be applicable in this world as well.

"But Zhou Xiang didn't compete with Tianjiao. He stayed in the slaughterhouse the whole time. Where did he gather such a strong force?"

The fifth elder asked.

Qin Chuan looked at him and said calmly: "Everyone gathers power in different ways, and his way is to kill pigs."

"He regards every time he kills a pig as a battle, not only a battle with the pig, but also a battle with himself. He experiences thousands of such battles every day and wins them all!"

"Winning thousands of serious battles every day, the combined momentum can never be too strong."

The fifth elder opened his mouth wide, and then asked stupidly, "Then can other people kill the pig?"

Everyone looked at Qin Chuan eagerly, with infinite expectations in their hearts. If possible, they could all rise!

"impossible."

Qin Chuan shook his head and said calmly: "None of you have the same state of mind as him, because you will never be able to treat killing a pig as a battle. You lack such piety."

"Killing pigs is his unique talent, and it is also his unique way. Others... can't do it."

"People's talents vary after all. Some can become Realm Emperors or Martial Emperors, while others can only reach the Pure Yang Realm or Nirvana Realm. This is unreasonable. Some people are destined to be looked up to."

Everyone was silent.

They all smiled bitterly. Such a result made them feel unwilling, but it was reasonable and not surprising.

But there are still some regrets.

The Fifth Elder was silent for a long time, then he took a deep breath, raised his wrinkled forehead, looked at the tall figure in white, and asked in awe: "Who... who are you?"

Wow!

Everyone looked at Qin Chuan.

After saying these "earth-shocking words", Qin Chuan instantly became extremely mysterious and unfathomable in their eyes!

He was like a mountain rising from the ground in front of them and instantly piercing the sky. He was so towering that it was hard for them to even reach his height.

"Hehe, who am I?"

Qin Chuan turned his head slightly, smiled without comment, and his clear voice slowly came back.

"The world is the inn of all things, time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations, and I... am just a passer-by in this world."

Wow!

Just then, a breeze blew, causing his white clothes to flutter, making him look light and mysterious, like an immortal descending from the sky, who could disappear with the wind at any time...

"father……"

Qin Zi stared at his father blankly with a dazed look in his eyes.

He found that he still didn't know his father well enough. This man was always more mysterious, profound, and taller than he had imagined.

Before he knew it, the ring on his hand seemed to have become a lot wetter.


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