After I crossed, I was spoiled by my relatives and friends

Chapter 74

Convincing people with reason - physics.

Convincing people with virtue - martial arts.

The young man opened his bow left and right, fisted and kicked together, mobilized all his strength and spiritual power, and fought the most hearty fight since "birth".

There are no moves, just unpretentious punches and kicks.

There is no need to defend, as long as the enemy and his companions are crushed at the fastest speed, they will be absolutely safe.

The boy strictly followed the above two principles, grabbed the peacock's slender neck with one hand and pressed its head to the ground, and swung the other hand to gather strength, hitting every struggling and agitating part of its body.

During the period, the appropriate breathing method was used to ensure that the physical exertion would not be too large, and the peacock’s resistance was repeatedly hammered to hammer its weaknesses during struggles, just like a countryman hitting Ciba, with even strength and a soothing rhythm. The scene of sparks splashing like iron and the crisp sound of tinkling, the whole is full of artistic atmosphere (realistic).

So, under the stunned gaze of the fish-head girl and the three humans, the boy beat the peacock to the ground with a pair of fists, and spread it into a gaudy meatloaf.

After taking care of the relatively intact half of the peacock's wing, he added a kick, the young man let out a sigh of relief, shook his sore fists and straightened his waist, looking down at the big bird at his feet, he asked:

"Are you satisfied?"

Hearing this, the peacock propped up a wing tip tremblingly, and let out an untuned "ho ho" sound from its mouth.

Looking at its whole body, there is almost no intact place, not only the original metallic feathers have lost their brilliance, but also the flesh under the feathers is also stained with blood, if it is not supported by the bones with considerable hardness, it will be really dead at this moment. It is a veritable "bump of mud".

Looking at the young man again, from crushing the peacock's sharp beak to beating it as glutinous rice cake, the whole process was relaxed and freehand, without a trace of reluctance, which one is more like a villain... Ahem, it is naturally clear at a glance which one is stronger and which is weaker.

The fish head girl looked at the "meatloaf" on the ground, then at the boy standing behind the "meatloaf", swallowed her saliva, and carefully retreated with the lamp.

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"stop."

Unexpectedly, as soon as she took a step, the fish head girl heard the young man's understatement stop.

Although there was no emotion at all, it made her tremble all over, and she couldn't help but stop.

"First, sir..."

The fish-headed girl turned around slowly, just in time to see the young man picking up the limp peacock and shaking it like a chicken, her heart trembled, and she couldn't help but let out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"It's already here, don't rush away." The young man raised his long eyelashes, his black and white pupils were clear and bright, reflecting the face of the fish-headed girl like a mirror, "I didn't let you in just now, you would rather demolish the house Come in. Now that the house has been demolished, run away if the situation is not good? How can there be such a good thing in the world?"

"Uh..." If she could do it all over again, the fish-headed girl would rather chop off her head than obey Peacock's orders.After all, if you offend the peacock, you can die quickly, but if you offend the humanoid creature in front of you, you will be beaten into a cake!

The fish-headed girl scolded the peacock hundreds of times in her stomach, but she tried her best to grin her mouth and put on a fawning smile on her face: "Don't blame me, sir, the little girl was also coerced by Master Peacock, so she had no choice but to come to disturb the gentleman's peace. Mr. Wang is very merciful, for the sake of the little girl's first offence, please forgive me this time!"

After all, she bowed to the young man Yingying.

"First offender? Nope. I think you were very skillful in knocking on the door and making up excuses."

The young man remained unmoved, and casually grabbed it in mid-air, and the rich aura poured into his palm and turned into a rope, which he used to tie up the peacock that hadn't recovered.

With his hand, all the sober beings present were taken aback for a moment.

The corners of the fish-head girl's eyes twitched, she gritted her teeth, and said honestly: "This... please be aware, sir, although the little girl has no choice but to do this seduction for Master Peacock, she has never had blood on her hands."

"Aiding a tyrant to abuse a tyrant and being a minion to a tiger are also extremely evil deeds."

The young man let out a snort, with an indiscriminate expression on his face, but the sound fell on Yutou Nu's ears like a loud bell, deafening and deafening, causing her knees to collapse on the ground.

She knelt down in front of the young man, covered her face with her hands and shouted for grievances: "Sir! The little girl and Lord Peacock are not human races. Although they often find those who are alone in the middle of the night to plunder their vitality and practice, they never kill them! Creating and killing a spirit beast on one side is not a crime worthy of death!"

Saying that, the fish head girl burst into tears.

She cried and the boy laughed.

"What you said is like farting. Is the theft of the human race considered stealing because the thief only stole a dried fish? Life force is the source of life of the human race. Once it is plundered by external forces, no matter how much it is, it will be taken against it." It will seriously affect your health, and you can even die suddenly from illness. If you are not guilty of death, they deserve to die?"

After that, the young man held one end of the rope and shook it vigorously, turning the tightly tied peacock like a spinning top flying in mid-air.

The fish-headed girl had no words to refute, she stared blankly at the young man for a long while before lowering her head, her eyes showed a bit of genuine sadness: "But... all kinds compete with each other, God's will, so what can we do?"

At the beginning of the Great Desolation, it is like a chess game with vertical and horizontal latitude and longitude. All races are pieces on the chessboard, fighting each other and robbing limited resources to continue the ethnic group. It is cruel and real.

The boy realized at this moment that he was not wrong to accuse the fish-headed woman from the standpoint of the human race, but to inhuman beings like the fish-headed woman and the peacock, their actions were equally reasonable, even compared to the one he had seen. "Candle Dragon" is much gentler.

In fact, everyone is just a pawn pushed by the rules of competition.

After a moment of silence, the young man put down the peacock and retracted the aura rope that bound it, with a hint of thought on his face.

Seeing this, the fish-headed girl seemed to sense that his attitude had softened, and hurriedly kneeled to the side of the peacock and carefully lifted it up.

Before this, the relationship between the peacock and the fish-head girl was nothing more than driving and being driven, but after she uttered the words "It is God's will that all kinds compete with each other" just now, she looked at the bruised peacock again, and she had a relationship. The feeling of sadness when the rabbit dies and the fox.

In the past, the fish-headed girl and the peacock oppressed the weak among humans and robbed them of their vitality to practice.

Now, they are oppressed by stronger ones.

Survival was originally a vicious circle.

"This gentleman..."

Surrounded by silence, the sound of the wind was quiet, just as the boy and the fish-head girl were silent, the three people hiding behind the former slowly came to their senses, and the leader hesitated and opened his mouth.

The young man turned his head and found that the three of them had withdrawn from their fear, and for what happened just now, rather than shock, their faces were more of an unreasonable excitement, like a drowning man grabbing the life-saving straw .

Without too much hesitation, the leading man saluted the boy, and then asked, "I don't know if Mister is a human race?"

When he asked this sentence, his eyes were bright as if there were flames burning.

The young man met his gaze, tilted his head, and asked without answering, "So what if you are? So what if you are not?"

The man obviously had a wealth of experience in communication and was smart enough. He immediately deduced something from the boy's ambiguous rhetorical question, pondered for a while, and turned to look at the fish-headed girl on the ground and the peacock who had not yet regained consciousness.

"It has been more than [-] years since the beginning of the prehistoric era. Our human race has a prosperous civilization, but because of our weak body and innate vitality, we have been invaded by alien races. I heard what your husband said just now. Although you understand the current situation, you don't quite agree with it, do you have other plans?"

The young man sat down cross-legged, built a fire again in the wind and snow, and beckoned the three to sit down.

He didn't speak, and the fish-headed girl didn't dare to leave with the peacock, so she could only sit on the spot with the peacock in her arms, her two fins slightly spread out, as if listening.

The young man didn't look at them, but stared at the flickering fire in the wind and said indifferently: "The human race is weak, but they are born with vitality that can help other creatures to practice. Although I have traveled these days, I haven't really seen the scene of ordinary people suffering because of it, but I have never seen it. It is also possible to infer the specific situation at this point.”

"It is a natural law for all kinds to compete, but some competition methods are so deformed that they may lead the group into the abyss of extinction."

The peacock was resting on the fish-headed woman's lap, and her pupils rolled under her eyelids when she heard that.

The fish-head girl didn't notice its abnormality, she fixedly looked at the boy and asked, "Sir, you don't agree with us cultivating by plundering the vitality of the human race?"

"Of course. It's not because I'm partial to the human race, but this kind of cultivation method is slow and dangerous. It's okay in the early stage. If you practice at a high level, it may add karma to you, and the gains outweigh the losses."

"The Great Desolation has a vast territory, and there are many living beings. There are also many people who borrowed from the human race to practice. But have you heard of any strong men from the past and present in the latter? Most of the real powerhouses in the Great Desolation are naturally raised, even if they are cruel. They are not benevolent, they treat the lives of creatures like grass and mustard, and no one ever thinks that their power comes from the devoured human race, right?"

The young man picked up a dead branch and fiddled with the fire, the crackling sound of burning dry grass and his indifferent words made people frightened for no reason.

The three people present and the fish-head girl understood what he said, and suddenly felt the cold wind blowing over their bodies and seeping into their bones.

"So... this method is, is it wrong?" the fish-headed girl stammered.

"It is common for different races to conquer each other for their own continuation. There is no right or wrong. However, it is rare to use the flesh and blood of a certain ethnic group to strengthen themselves as a cultivation method."

The young man raised his eyes and looked around. Seeing the three humans faintly showing thoughtful expressions, he looked at the fish-headed girl:

"Let's not talk about whether this method is good or bad. I'll just talk about the method itself—life force is the source of life for the human race. Although everyone has it, its nature is very different, and it is very complicated for other creatures. It is complicated, and it is almost impossible to extract pure power and inhale it into the body, what will happen after a long time, have you ever thought about it?"

"Uh..." The fish head girl fell silent.

Yes, she had never thought about this question before, and neither did the peacock.

Not to mention them, all races that use human race as a panacea for food and strength have not thought about similar things.

The prehistoric world is dangerous, the world is difficult, and there are many powerful creatures emerging one after another. Apart from quickly becoming stronger in order to survive, they have no extra time to think about trivial matters.

But if what the young man said is true, then their so-called survival is nothing but a dream.

The Yutou girl was originally a low-level monster, and when she learned of such a desperate fate today, she immediately felt a pessimistic feeling that she would be better off dead, and her whole person was shrouded in a layer of gloom.

At this time, the peacock in her arms suddenly shook its wings, opened its eyes, and the arrogance just now had long since disappeared.

The shattered bird's beak grew back, and it struggled out of the fish-headed woman's embrace, folded its wings and tail feathers, lowered its head, opened its mouth, and made a hoarse voice full of advice:

"Sir, seeing that this road is blocked, can you point us to a clear road?"

The man at the side glanced at it, with a solemn expression, bowed his head at the young man and said: "Since you know the problem, sir, please tell me how to break through the barrier."

fence.

In the human race dictionary of the prehistoric era, this is a very heavy word.

Hearing the unanimous request from the two parties with different positions, the young man raised his eyebrows and finally found out where their knowledge blind spots were.

Do the co-authors think that the only way to practice is to extract wool from other races?

When he realized this, the sense of disobedience that the boy had felt since hearing them talk about Hong Huang's cultivation method was finally explained——

During the 3000 years since the beginning of the prehistoric era, conquest by various ethnic groups has become a habit, and each ethnic group is controlled by the ideological stamp of "to become stronger, you can only plunder other races", and they have not realized the essence of spiritual practice at all.

The essence of practice is the way of heaven to make up for what is lacking by damaging what is more than enough. To put it more simply, it is to use the vast power of heaven and earth for one's own use.

In the prehistoric era, the aura was so abundant that a little absorption and transformation could make one's own strength skyrocket. Which one could not be more efficient or pure than directly plundering human vitality?

Guarding the golden mountain to beg for food is talking about this group of early prehistoric creatures who are not enlightened.

However, they cannot be blamed for this. After all, the Dao of Heaven has been silent since the creation of Chaos, and there is no guidance on this aspect at all. However, all races are food for each other, especially human beings, who are at the bottom of the food chain.

Other races cannibalize humans and find that the vitality of the human race can increase their own strength. Of course, they will intensify their persecution of the human race. The development of the so-called practice method to this day is really normal.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help shaking his head, and said helplessly: "Cultivation is an act of absorbing external power to strengthen oneself. It is known that the life force of the human race is mixed, and the life force of a single person is not much. Collecting troubles, absorbing too much It may even lead to your own problems, so why don't you take a long-term and broader view and see other forces that can be absorbed and utilized?"

The three humans and a peacock were all taken aback when they heard it, and they vaguely caught something for a moment, but they couldn't sense it.

The fish-headed girl was straightforward, and asked directly: "What do you mean, sir?"

"Oh, three children, two pieces of rotten wood."

The boy complained in a joking tone, and raised his hand to catch a falling snowflake.

In an instant, the wind and snow stopped, and everything was silent.

Immediately, an invisible and majestic force gathered, like a mighty river, surrounding the young man.

"Is this force of heaven and earth enough to open up new paths for you?"