Chapter 8 - Immortal

陈霞并不生气.两帮桀骜不驯的武者,不值得他生气.毕竟,他们只不过是可以随心所欲地粉碎的蚂蚁.然而,他有些困惑.这些武者居然敢公然反对他的话.今天的冲突也很奇怪;与其说陈夏偶然发现了这场冲突,不如说冲突偶然发现了陈夏.有人在幕后操纵.陈夏低下头,想了想,并没有多加注意,毕竟如果需要有人来试探他,那就证明操纵背后的人并不是很厉害.两个帮派又传来了话."如果你市长真的不明白真相,我们兄弟们宁愿冒着生命危险为自己讨回公道!""我们尊你为仙人,希望你不要用你的力量欺负我们!"这两个帮派的话语清楚地将自己描绘成合理的一方.周围的人群,以武者为主,现在更加支持这两个帮派.陈夏慢慢地又喝了一口茶,摇了摇杯子,笑着说道."我不喜欢杀人,但这并不意味着我不会杀人."这句话说完,两帮都沉默了下来,片刻之后,领头武者强忍着笑声说道."我不知道陈市长这是什么意思."陈霞用手指敲了敲茶杯,自言自语道."南山老妇,淮海剑士,平湖朗,巡署,景心阁,大吉山...""我不在乎你身后是哪个存在,五十息之内,付赔偿金,滚出小镇,否则就站不住."这些藐视规则,胆大妄为的武者,是最令人讨厌的存在.　　The rest of the onlookers, after hearing Chen Xia's words, raised their eyebrows, thinking that Chen Xia was a bit too domineering.　　The leading martial artist shook his head and frowned and said.　　"Your words seem a bit too arbitrary. Although you are the mayor, you are not the controller of this town. Your behavior is a bit too domineering, isn't it?"　　"Domineering?" Chen Xia chuckled and replied, "I changed my mind."　　"I don't want to wait for fifty breaths."　　He lightly tapped his finger on the teacup.　　The tea water swayed inside the teacup, like waves, suddenly rushing out.　　A drop of tea water flew into the air, then fell very quickly.　　Like rainwater, but it was tea water.　　The crystal-clear droplet reflected the expressions of everyone, all different.　　But it was not just expressions.　　There was also a hand that stretched out very quickly, and a flick of the finger.　　Ding.　　A clear sound like steel striking steel.　　The tea water, like an arrow, shot out so fast that no one could react.　　The droplet just slapped the leader's chest, spreading rapidly into thousands of tiny droplets.　　Each droplet carried a vast force and slapped together.　　At this moment.　　It was not a droplet.　　It was a wave.　　The leader's figure was directly slapped and flew out, smashing along the way, embedding himself among the broken tables and chairs.　　Chen Xia shook his hand, not a drop of water on him.　　The scene was very quiet, silent.　　A sound came from where the leader fell, and after the broken tables and chairs fell, a kneeling figure was revealed.　　He didn't want to kneel, but his body hurt so much that he had to kneel, let alone stand up, even lying down was a luxury.　　And the weapon that caused his injuries was just a small droplet of water.　　The surrounding crowd looked at Chen Xia with caution, thinking that the name of the immortal was not a rumor.　　"Do you still want to fight?" Chen Xia stood up with his tea and smiled at the two gangs.　　They immediately apologized, "We brothers were reckless, we will compensate and then leave."　　"You'd better," Chen Xia said, then sat back down on the bench with a missing leg and gave the shopkeeper a look.　　"You go and calculate how much they have to pay."　　The shopkeeper, with someone backing him up, was not afraid now, and hurriedly went forward to discuss with the two gangs.　　Chen Xia finished the tea in the cup, turned his head and looked at the onlookers, waved his hand casually, and said casually.　　"Don't watch, go home."　　These onlookers, who were martial artists, dared not contradict and dispersed one by one.　　After the shopkeeper discussed the compensation and the two gangs left, Chen Xia also got up and walked to the back, planning to go home.　　Halfway there, he was stopped by someone.　　It was a man wearing a hood.　　"What's up?" Chen Xia frowned and asked.　　The man in the hood bowed respectfully, "Please help us, protect the Great Song Dynasty!"　　Chen Xia looked at the man in the hood, curled the corner of his mouth, "You are the one testing me behind the scenes?"　　The man in the hood hurriedly bowed his head, "I was presumptuous, but it's really necessary. Now the Great Song Dynasty is invaded by foreign enemies and is in a difficult situation. Please help us, protect the Great Song Dynasty!"　　Chen Xia tilted his head, flicked his fingernails, and asked, "Why ask me, can't other martial artists do it?"　　The man in the hood smiled bitterly, "We naturally have invited other martial artists, but they don't make much difference. Only someone like you, who has entered the path of immortals, can be a decisive figure."　　"One of them?" Chen Xia keenly noticed this sentence and asked again, "Are there others?"　　The man in the hood hurriedly nodded, "There is a fairy gate in the territory of the Great Song Dynasty. You should know that the master is also an immortal with the power to move mountains and cut off rivers!"　　"But this immortal has been in seclusion for too long and doesn't care about the world. Even the emperor went to ask personally, but he couldn't get the immortal out of seclusion."　　"Are there no other immortals?" Chen Xia asked curiously. He remembered seeing an immortal who could destroy a city with a slap when he first arrived.　　The man in the hood shook his head, "We don't have other immortals in the lower realm."　　"Lower realm?" Chen Xia asked in confusion.　　The man in the hood saw that Chen Xia didn't know anything, and he was also puzzled, but he still pointed to the sky and said.　　"We are in the lower realm, the realm of mortals. Above is the heavenly realm, where real immortals exist. However, the immortals of the upper realm don't seem to come down casually."　　"The last time an immortal came down was to recruit disciples in Weixi Town."　　When the man in the hood said this, he also glanced at Chen Xia, after all, Chen Xia was one of the participants.　　"Is there no record of an immortal destroying a city?" Chen Xia frowned and asked.　　The man in the hood thought for a long time, shook his head slightly, "There has never been such a record, and according to the records in ancient books, if an immortal comes down, he will be greatly weakened and needs to practice again."　　"So there are even records of top martial artists killing immortals who come down."　　Chen Xia frowned and began to recall.　　The place where he crossed over should not be in the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, so the town that was destroyed was unknown to the Great Song Dynasty.　　In addition, if an immortal comes down, he will be greatly weakened and can even be killed by top martial artists.　　In that case, the immortal who could still destroy a city with a slap must be terrifyingly powerful.　　But after that immortal slapped, he seemed to be quickly expelled from this world, and Chen Xia never saw such a terrifying existence again.　　The old man and the mysterious woman who came later were far from this terrifying hand, and they couldn't even give Chen Xia a sense of threat.　　This proves that the influence of ordinary immortals from the heavenly realm on this world is very small.　　If you want to have a greater impact, you have to be at least at the level of the mysterious woman.　　And the greater the impact, the shorter the time you can exist, and you will be quickly expelled from this world.　　This means that there are not many powerful people in this world.　　Chen Xia discovered this fact and was delighted, which means he can stay safely for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, and then come out when he is invincible.　　The man in the hood saw that Chen Xia didn't respond, and bowed respectfully, "The Great Song Dynasty is willing to give the status of the national teacher, please help us!"　　"Let's talk about it later." Chen Xia casually waved his hand, not really wanting to go. He would rather hide and add points.　　"Sir!" The man in the hood shouted, and actually knelt down to kowtow to Chen Xia.　　But as soon as he knelt down, Chen Xia was gone.　　"Sir?" The man in the hood called out helplessly.　　There was no response.　　He gritted his teeth, slammed his fists on the ground, and tears filled his eyes, sadly saying.　　"The country is about to perish, but I am powerless and incompetent. I can only kneel and cry, losing the face of my family, a waste, I am a pig and a waste!"　　He cursed himself, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, turned around and left.　　Chen Xia had already returned to the house. The reason he didn't want to go was that he felt that war was too unpredictable. If the other side also had some kind of monster, wouldn't he be in danger?　　It's better to hide and add points for a few more years, and after seventy years, when he reaches the golden elixir, he should be invincible in the lower realm.　　Chen Xia stretched and wanted to rest for a while, but there was a knock on the door.　　"What's the matter?" Chen Xia asked.　　There was an urgent cry from outside, "Mayor, it's not good, there's a demon in the town again!"　　The body was the same as twenty years ago, pale, empty-eyed, and thin.　　But the deceased was a man of two hundred pounds.　　Chen Xia looked at it a few times and could determine that the death was the same as the body twenty years ago.　　He asked the residents next to him, "Where is Daoist Mu Xieyang? Didn't he want to deal with this demon?"　　"Daoist Mu is on his way."　　Chen Xia stood in front of the body. He hadn't learned immortal cultivation, and he didn't know about the supernatural arts. He could only watch.　　You can't punch the body.　　After waiting for half an hour.　　Chen Xia asked again, "Daoist Mu hasn't come yet?"　　"Daoist Mu is on his way," the resident still answered.　　Chen Xia asked someone to bring a white cloth to cover the body, sat on a stool, and after a while, propped his head and waited for Daoist Mu to come.　　Two hours later.　　Chen Xia woke up from a nap and asked a resident next to him, "Daoist Mu has climbed the widow's wall and hasn't come yet?"　　The resident's eyes widened in horror, pointing forward, his voice trembling.　　"Daoist Mu... is... dead!"