Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System

"Have you been there?" Bai Bing asked.

"Been there."

"Can we talk?" Bai Bing thought, took out some spiritual stones, but was rejected by the middle-aged man.

"Go and didn't go."

The middle-aged man said, "I originally wanted to see that expert, but after I went there, I suddenly figured it out, so I turned back.

By the way, what's your name, young man? If you want to listen, I will tell you. "

"My name is Bai Bing." Bai Bing nodded, "You say."

The middle-aged man sighed, "I am from Beiyuan and used to be the head of a sect.

My house is full of wives and children. Although the sect is small, it is still living well. I usually accept a few disciples to teach some Taoism.

Unexpectedly, things are impermanent. My unfilial disciple deceived my little girl, but she always abandoned her. By the time I found out, she had died in depression.

I went to look for that evil beast, but I didn't expect that this son had some background, which caused my sect to be excluded. After a catastrophe, my family fell into a ruin, and my Taoist companions also left me.

I used to have great ambitions to make the sect bigger and stronger, and settle down in Zhongzhou, but now I have passed middle age and my ambitions are hard to pay...

I heard that my Taoist companion has also found a new love, only me... alas, let's not talk about it.

My aptitude is mediocre, my youth is gone, my chances are ruined, and my future is hopeless. I once had the intention of breaking up. Someone told me that I could come here to get enlightenment and solve problems. "

As he spoke, he blushed and wiped his tears, "Young man, you are still young, I advise you that life choices are greater than hard work.

But don't be like me, because of one mistake, make a mistake for the rest of your life. "

You haven't started a business yet and your wife and ion are separated...Bai Bing has some sympathy, although...it has nothing to do with me.

"I can feel the hardships of fellow Daoists, but I just want to ask, what is it like there."

He took out the spiritual stone and the magic weapon, "I have important things to do. Fellow Daoist said it well, I can give you some."

"I'm not hooking the sense of expectation." The middle-aged man smacked his lips, "I said it directly, do you still have the heart to listen to my complaints?"

"My anguish, no one has told me for so many years, they will just ignore or even laugh at it, I feel uncomfortable..."

Bai Bing wanted to complain, but after listening to the last sentence, he held back and said, "So why did you figure it out?"

The middle-aged man said, "Because I have seen a lot of dead people, if I want to see the Dao and the masters, I have to go through some mental tempering, but most people can't stand it and get lost in illusions.

I didn't think I would be the lucky one, I thought it was still important to be alive, so I came back directly. "

I dared to love because I was afraid of death...Bai Bing said, "Thank you for your advice, see you again, fellow Daoist."

"Goodbye."

The two go in opposite directions.

Bai Bing moved forward and slowly saw a small town in the mountains. Most of the people here are ordinary people and low-level cultivators. They make a living by hunting and farming. It is not surprising to see a traveler like him.

After taking notes, he inquired about the whereabouts of the Daotang and the master.

He wanted to see what the **** this "Nanxuan" was.

At the same time, he also met more travelers. Most of them came here to solve their worries and problems. There were also a few who had mental obstacles in cultivation, but had nowhere to go, and came here to seek guidance.

As for the evil cultivator that Zhao Yang said came to solve the "spiritual pollution", he did not see it.

And it doesn't seem to be abnormal here, it's very peaceful. He can also contact Li Qingsi, but he didn't say that he has arrived here. …

There is no danger, no weirdness, not even many cultivators.

He saw people coming and going, some newcomers and some who left, but he never heard of anyone who couldn't get out.

He suspected that he had come to the wrong place, or that they were all lying to him, or that they had fallen into some kind of illusion again.

【The Worm of Time...retrospected...restored...】

He was just at the head of the village. After writing what he saw here, he suddenly saw some fonts appear in the system.

He frowned slowly, not knowing what was going on.

Suddenly, he noticed that the behavior that occasionally passed by on the road was slow, their eyes were confused, and they all walked back, which is the direction of Happy Town.