I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 373 Realm suppression
Under the king's gag, this small crisis of trust between Weng and his son-in-law just passed away.

After eating, Yang Qing refined the alcohol in his body, and then drove Lin Changjian home with the king.

As a result, after going to Lin Changjian's house, Lin Changjian, who had drunk too much, directly attracted Dawang reporter, who dared to expose the dark side of society, as a confidant, and insisted on pulling Dawang to chat about social philosophy and economic politics.

In order to enjoy the chat, Lin Changjian also sent Yang Qing out to buy some good tea and cigarettes.Yang Qing looked at the king's complacent look, and a comforting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Hey, I'm still young after all, and I haven't tried the fear of being dominated by an old man in class.

In order to give them enough time, Yang Qing wandered around the neighborhood for half an hour before going shopping after going downstairs, and strolled for another half an hour when he came back.

Anyway, I don't know how the king came here for more than an hour.When Yang Qing pushed the door and entered, Lin Changjian had already gone to rest.Only the king was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette sadly.

The lights were off, and the room was dark and silent.

The light from the upper floors outside the window shone into the room and fell on the sofa, pulling out a lonely figure.

The king sat in the dark, smoking a cigarette.Hearing the door creak open, the king didn't lift his head.

He lowered his head, contemplating, the cigarette in his hand was already half burnt, and half of the ash was hanging on the cigarette butt, which might fall off at any time.

"You're back?"

The king asked softly, with unspeakable melancholy in his voice.

Yang Qing, who was about to close the door, was taken aback when he heard the sound.He turned around and took a look at the house number, and walked in after confirming that it was correct.

"I fuck!"

Yang Qing looked at the king with a suppressed smile, widened his eyes and said, "My lord, what's wrong with you? Have you been prostituted?"

Father-in-law, what have you done to the king?
Yang Qing was shocked!

There was a bitter smile on the corner of the king's mouth, and he turned his head to look at Yang Qing: "No, I just recalled the things of these years, and I feel that half my life has been wasted!"

"Well, you are quite weak. You just had a drink and went to the toilet eight times in an hour. We only drank white wine!" Yang Qing mocked mercilessly: "Living with kidney deficiency is of course called wasting!"

When the king heard the words, he sighed and said, "I'm serious!"

Yang Qing put down the tea leaves and said: "I'm also serious, the whole thing is so artistic, just now I thought I entered room 2046 and saw Tony Leung!"

Hearing this, the king raised his head and blew a puff of smoke lightly, and said calmly, "Am I similar to him?"

"Not at all!" Yang Qing said, "You look like eight taels of gold!"

King: "..."

The next moment, the king sneered and said, "You look like Feng Xiaogang!"

Yang Qing smiled proudly: "You are blatantly jealous, everyone says I look like a big star!"

The king nodded in agreement: "When you play, you look like you!"

Yang Qing: "..."

……

Early the next morning, Yang Qing and the king brought Sun Jihai to a cliff deep in the west mountain.

It has just rained on the mountain, and a layer of light mist has replaced the soft white gauze, lingering among the lush mountains.The mountain wind blows, and the mist floats like smoke.The thick fog fell on the body and face, and it was cool. Taking a deep breath, the cool air made people feel refreshed.

"The loyal bones are buried in the green mountains, and the horse leather shrouds are returned!" The king held up the selfie stick, took a picture of the surrounding scenery, and praised softly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt two murderous eyes, two wronged eyes.

Seeing Yang Qing's unfriendly eyes, the king quickly raised his hand and said with a sneer: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I made a mistake, I'll read it again!"

Yang Qing waved his hands angrily and said, "You can pull it down!"

With the king's level of education, he can still read poetry.It would be even more unlucky if this guy had a twitch and a eulogy.

"What's the matter, don't you believe it?" the king said unconvinced.

"Come on, you're not as educated as I am?" Yang Qing sized up the king and said ruthlessly.

"What level of education do you have?" The king didn't believe it, and hummed.

This guy, every time he uttered a dirty word, he said "Fuck me" and "Worri" and later learned a foreign language called "Watfake".This is cultured?Also, to fight with others, to fight directly without saying a word, is not a cultural person no matter how you look at it.

"Listen up!" Yang Qing said proudly: "Graduated from kindergarten, how about it? Not taller than you?"

"Haha, you're just a little taller than me, you're ashamed to say it." The king leaned forward and back in joy, pointing at Yang Qing and laughing mercilessly.

"Tch, you are jealous!" Yang Qing sneered, "Don't forget, you haven't even graduated from kindergarten."

The king was speechless.

This is boundary suppression.

The king sighed deeply in his heart, and suddenly felt that the world was not worth it.

He turned his head, looked at the white-haired Sun Jihai beside Yang Qing, and asked curiously, "What about you, old Sun, what level of education are you?"

On the side, Yang Qing's expression changed immediately when he heard the words.

Sun Jihai looked at his master, then at his uncle, remembering that the two of them despised each other just now because of their kindergarten education, he didn't know how to answer for a while.

He murmured: "My education is not bad!"

"What kind of education is okay?" The king asked happily, "There is still an education called okay?"

"Post-doctorate, university professor!" Lao Sun said shyly.

King: "..."

Yang Qing looked at the king gloatingly, and thought to herself, I told you to pretend to be an idiot.

Unexpectedly, after the king heard this, he frowned and thought about it for a long time, and then seriously said: "You can't always stay behind, you have to move forward."

Sun Jihai: "..."

Yang Qing: "..."

I don't know anything about feelings.

……

The two are talking nonsense here, of course there is a purpose.

Throughout the process, the white clouds overhead turned gray and then black again.

In the end it turned black.

The black clouds overwhelmed the top, making it almost impossible to breathe.

This is the catastrophe.

The shackles of the law, the powerful coercion, the killing of the soul.

This is the catastrophe of practitioners, and also the natural enemy of practitioners.

Under the catastrophe, any practitioner would be nervous, and Yang Qing was no exception.

But tension is tension, and there must be no fear in your heart.Once fear is born, it is tantamount to being timid before fighting.Going through the catastrophe with this kind of mentality is bound to be a crushing defeat and never recover!

Seeing Lao Sun, his face was pale and his fists were clenched tightly, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.Yang Qing coughed lightly and said: "Don't be afraid. For practitioners, this is a catastrophe, but it is even more a rare opportunity. The thunder catastrophe will cause a qualitative change in your true essence. Most practitioners in the world will eventually die. It is difficult to wait for such an opportunity in his life. Old Sun, you are lucky, go through the calamity and seize the opportunity. If you catch it, you will be in the Nascent Soul Stage and live the same life as the sky."

Thunder roared, and electric snakes began to appear in the dark clouds.The rumbling thunder shook the ground, almost shaking the mountains under his feet.

"coming!"

Yang Qing raised his head and took a look.

With his cultivation base, he could already see the five-element aura law surging in the dark clouds.

After he patted Lao Sun on the shoulder, he gave the Qinghen Sword to Lao Sun.Then he turned his head and said to the king, "Your Majesty, let's withdraw!"

Afterwards, Yang Qing immediately took out another flying sword and led the king to retreat three miles away.

The two had just left when lightning poured down like a torrential rain.Lao Sun's figure was instantly engulfed by lightning.

(End of this chapter)