mesbooks Chapter 132 Immortal and mortal?
Chapter 132 Immortal and mortal?
An Ling sat cross-legged calmly, facing the tower with her eyes slightly closed. There was no wind around her, and her hair and grass were swept by the air waves brought by An Ling, dancing like waves, with the demeanor of a master.
Sensing that someone was finally coming, she ignored those who were still shivering. The patrol team surrounding the tower tightly grasped the spears in their hands, hesitantly but timidly surrounded the strange woman who suddenly appeared. However, feeling the wind and waves around the woman's body, no one dared to move forward. They just formed a circle around An Ling in the center and pointed at her tremblingly with their spears.
An Ling ignored them and continued to concentrate on meditating, completely ignoring the dozens of people.
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The clan leader was still discussing farming matters for the next season with others in the house when the heavy wooden door was suddenly pushed open. Old Yuan, who was in charge of protecting the safety of the tower, came in and interrupted the meeting of the clan elders. He looked a little flustered, and as soon as he entered the door, he lowered his head tightly, not daring to look at the people present, but his hands were clenched into fists, with his knuckles turning white.
The clan leader noticed Lao Yuan's nervousness, but still frowned slightly and asked, "Don't you know the rules? Why did you suddenly barge in? If you don't have a reasonable explanation today, you will be punished by the family law!"
Old Yuan quickly explained, "Master! There's a strange woman outside our tower! None of the brothers dared to come forward, and they are waiting for you to make a decision!"
The clan leader exclaimed in surprise, "Oh!" Bandits were rampant in this area, and even the tower was built to defend against the invasion of bandits. Women in the tower usually didn't go out, and it was really strange that a single woman suddenly came here in the middle of the night.
He stroked his goatee, which had grown to his belly, thought for a moment, and asked Lao Yuan, "What are the characteristics of that woman?"
"She is above average in appearance, looks quite tall, and much stronger than the women in our tower. She is dressed in ordinary clothes and doesn't look like a rich person. She sat cross-legged outside the tower without saying a word in the open space where we usually run horses. But there was a gust of wind blowing around her. The brothers were too scared and didn't dare to come back directly. I came to find you!"
When the clan leader heard this description, he stood up quickly, tightly grasping the dragon-headed cane in his hand, and said, "Quick, please invite the people in!"
Old Yuan nodded hurriedly and ran out. The elder sitting next to him saw the patriarch lose his composure and asked, "Master, could this person be..." He pointed upwards, "Those?"
The clan leader pressed the elder's hand with a serious expression, "Shut up, if you want to live, then don't say anything you shouldn't say! Look up," he whispered, "there are gods."
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The chieftain was sitting on a cart and was pushed out by the tribesmen. He put on what he thought was the most gorgeous clothes, tightly grasped the dragon-headed cane that was carved with great effort by the carpenter of the surrounding tower, sat high on the cart, and was surrounded by the crowd.
He came in front of An Ling, looking down at An Ling who was sitting on the ground meditating, and suddenly felt a sense of superiority in his heart: Look, even the gods have to bow in front of me! What about the other people in the tower?
But the fragile sense of superiority soon disappeared, because An Ling glanced at him with an unfathomable smile on her lips. Just seeing this one glance, the clan leader was shocked, and rolled off the cart and knelt in front of An Ling, "On behalf of the entire enclosure, I am here to meet the Immortal Master."
The clan leader has knelt, so how could the others not kneel?
As a result, everyone present laid down their weapons and knelt down before An Ling.
An Ling didn't show it on the surface, but she felt uncomfortable in her heart. Her heart was actually still stuck in that small fishing village. Even though she had traveled around the world later and seen many landscapes and met many different kinds of people, she still didn't think she was any different from ordinary people. Compared to them, she only knew a little bit of swordsmanship and magic.
She just laughed because she thought the tribe chief was very funny: the tribe chief's hair had all fallen out, and his bald head looked like a light bulb in the moonlight, but his beard hung down to his belly. She didn't know if he had shaved his hair on purpose, otherwise how could it be so strange? He was wearing a red and green flowered cotton jacket, and he used women's rouge to paint two big circles on his old face, like a paper man; he was holding a very abstractly carved cane tightly in his hand. An Ling didn't know whether it was a snake or something else, but it looked like an uncarved long wooden object wrapped around a stick; and the two vehicles he was riding were even more amazing. The cart with only two wheels was exactly the same as the one An Ling used to push to sell vegetables. The tribe chief sat high on it with a serious expression, as if he was sitting on the throne of the imperial capital that had been passed down for thousands of years, rather than a cart used to sell vegetables.
She just smiled softly, but the chief seemed to be devastated. He fell off the cart and knelt on the ground. He even seemed to beg for mercy. An Ling felt very uncomfortable and even began to feel guilty - had she gone too far just now? Yes, she shouldn't have laughed at others in the first place. This time it was her fault.
Originally, An Ling was going to play tricks to scare them so that she could sneak into the tower, but the current situation was too awkward. She sighed and was about to apologize to the old man, but she didn't expect that this action would touch the nerves of the clan leader. He just fell to the ground and trembled, "Master! It's my fault that I came too late and failed to welcome you. I'm wrong. Please have mercy and forgive me!"
Uh?
An Ling was a little confused. She hadn't said anything yet, but why did the clan leader kneel down? She couldn't bear to see a mortal behave like this, so she said gently, "Old man, please get up quickly. I won't blame you."
The clan leader still didn't dare to look up, tears welled up in his eyes. He thought, "This time, Wei Lou is doomed..."
An Ling stretched out her hand, and Yu Feng gently lifted up the clan leader, saying with a smile: "Old man, I have no ill intentions, I just want to go in and ask for some tea, is that okay?"
The tribe leader's face was covered with tears. The two blobs of rouge were washed away by the tears and smudged everywhere. His whole face looked like a harlequin cat. Seeing this, An Ling could no longer think of laughing at him. At this moment, she only felt pathetic.
What made him so afraid of a cultivator? What made him go to great lengths to please her, even if it meant trampling on his own dignity?
She looked at the mortal with a fearful expression on his face, and a feeling of sadness surged in her heart, "Senior Li, is this what you want me to see... Is this the reason why you want to leave the sect even if your right hand holding the sword is crippled? I seem to understand a little bit."
There are some people in the world who not only enjoy the privilege of being high above others every day, but also use the only power in their hands to trample on the dignity and personality of the weak, and take pleasure in the tears and blood of others.
There are also some people who, although dissatisfied with this situation, because they are also enjoying privileges, they just shut their mouths, cover their eyes and pretend nothing happened.
Among this group, there are very few people who are willing to risk their lives and challenge their class for the justice in their hearts. For example, Li Wanjian abandoned his sect to follow the footsteps of the Immortal Emperor, and finally died alone in the East China Sea.