Chapter 123 Clear Soup and Water

He spent half a year recovering his strength after waking up, but his body was even weaker than He Cen had imagined, and he felt as if he had completely lost all his foundation.

It will take time to recover. Not only does he have no spiritual power, but even his spiritual body seems to have become almost the same as that of an ordinary person.

I get sick easily, and minor bumps and bruises don’t heal immediately. Once I get injured, it’s very difficult to heal.

During that time, He Cen couldn't stop worrying and panicking, and couldn't help asking a few people whether he could no longer practice and would become an ordinary person...

In fact, Jun Chao and his companions were more anxious than he was. If He Cen, a good sword spirit, became like this because of their treatment, they would be really sorry for him.

Bei Qi asked with a sad look that day, "Baby, if you can't practice anymore, will you hate us for being useless?"

He Cen was stunned for a moment, and then he thought frantically in his mind. After a long time, he finally spoke, "Ah no, you guys can't practice. Tell me earlier!"

His tone suddenly became fiercer. The four of them shuddered and their eyes dimmed. They thought to themselves that it was over and He Cen would definitely hold a grudge against them.

Unexpectedly, He Cen suddenly jumped up and hurried to put on his shoes, "Damn it! I can't even practice, why am I staying here in a place where no one is going to shit? You guys take me out to play!"

"The life span of a mortal is only so long. Why should I live a happy and carefree life instead of being a parasite who eats and waits for death? What am I doing hiding in this remote mountain ravine?"

"Don't be stupid! If it can't be cured, then forget it. Let's just enjoy our lives!"

"Oh my God, I have been fasting and chanting Buddha's name these days, but what a life of plain soup and water..."

The little sword spirit muttered to herself, nagging in her mouth, and began to pack her things in a hurry, "Let's go, let's go, what are we doing here with such a good time?"

He hasn't had a good time in the world of cultivation yet, and now he can't practice cultivation anymore. Mortals only have a few more decades to live. He should travel around more while he can still run!

When he can no longer run, he can ask the Junchao people to leave him some inheritance. He can buy a mansion, hire some servants, and live out his old age in leisure. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

He Cen is a person who takes things as they come. He will lie down for a while wherever he falls.

The four masters were all confused by his words. Bei Qi's tone was still a little unbelievable, "Baby, what are you talking about? Don't you blame us?"

He Cen looked puzzled. "Why should I blame you? Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is determined by God. I am an open-minded person, and my main focus is on abstract things. It doesn't matter. As long as people are alive, that's enough."

"I hope you won't blame me. I'm useless now. There's no point in you keeping me..."

"Since we have met, it shouldn't be difficult for you to give me a few tens of thousands of taels of silver, right?"

Jun Chao was so angry that he laughed and pulled his cheek, "How can you be so heartless? Master has raised you for such a long time, and you still miss me so much?"

"In your eyes, do I only care about the good things about you?"

He Cen also laughed, "Isn't that right? You guys always have gloomy faces, which made me think I had an incurable disease and couldn't cultivate my feelings."

"It's not a big deal. It makes me so nervous."

"Then I won't have to meditate for a day. I'll just eat and sleep. You guys don't have to worry about me. I'll be a good man again in a hundred years!"

This was a really unlucky thing to say. Monks have long lifespans, while mortals only live for a hundred years. It is just a blink of an eye. They have seen this many times in their daily lives, but when it came from He Cen's mouth, it was hard for them to accept it.

Bei Qi still couldn't let go of the little sword spirit. He was unwilling to compromise, nor was he willing to accept the theory of short life span, so he subconsciously wanted to escape.

"We'll discuss this later. You can take care of him. I'm sure there will be a way."

"The sword spirit is so powerful, how could it end like this?"

He Cen knew that they had been trying hard to help him solve the problem recently, but he himself was actually quite open-minded. After all, he only lived for a few years in his previous life, so there was really nothing to regret.

I just traveled to the world of cultivation, but was not able to truly reach the pinnacle of my life, so I'm a little disappointed.

But He Cen still felt it was worth it to be cared for by several big bosses.

The strategy girl and the system were taken away by Suzuo and Guichuan. It's a good arrangement as long as there is a perpetrator.

The four masters were actually a little angry in their hearts. Bo Lou asked him if he was not angry.

"The fate of those two people was forced upon you, causing you to suffer so much injustice and hurt. Don't you feel wronged?"

He Cen held his chin in his hand with an innocent look on his face. "No, why would you think that? It's not their fault. Besides, I have a chance to start over. I'm very happy."

"Really, I have never experienced this world before. I find it very novel. Although some bad things have happened, don't I know you guys?"

"You four are so nice to me. In my previous life, I have never met anyone as nice to me as you are. I can live a leisurely life without worrying about my livelihood or dealing with complicated and ever-changing interpersonal relationships. I feel great."

"You are not me, how do you know whether I am happy or not~"

"Now the biggest thing in my heart has been resolved. I am now completely free. Isn't this good thing worth celebrating? You guys are so sullen every day that I dare not show too much happiness."

"I'm afraid I'll piss you off again if I'm too casual."

He spoke briskly, and several people on the lower floor stared at him, as if they wanted to confirm whether the little sword spirit was telling the truth.

Or just to make them feel at ease, he deliberately said something nice to appease them.

He Cen showed it to the others openly, and he was indeed quite frank. Wen Qing couldn't help but ask, "You really don't regret it?"

The little baby shook his head. "Actually, I have seen that sister in my dream. I think she is a very nice person. She is completely different from Ouyang Yinyin. I think she is warm and kind. Such a wonderful person seeks my help, and I am willing to help her."

"Besides, it's over and they won't come back again. Why should I keep remembering those painful memories?"

"You are all practitioners, don't you think this will hinder your practice?"

"Will it not become a demon in your heart over time? There are so many things in the world that we are unwilling to accept. No one is always smooth sailing. I have achieved what I wanted, so I am satisfied enough."

What he said was well-reasoned and he was indeed kinder and more open-minded than most people.

When other cultivators heard that they could no longer practice, their spiritual faith would probably collapse immediately. If they were a little fragile, they might even go crazy.

He Cen, on the other hand, found a legitimate reason for himself to lie down and be a salted fish, and then he immediately became happy again.

Since he wasn't going to practice cultivation anyway, he would just play with a few of his masters all day. Today, he said he wanted to go fishing in the river and even decided what to eat for lunch.