At Last, I’ve Lived to See Spiritual Qi Revival

Not bad, you can Twilight, street, canteen. People, men, two men, one old and one young, standing across the counter. "Is it you?" "It's me." "You're here." "I'm here." "You shouldn't have come." "I'm already here." "You're here after all." "I'm here after all." Silence, a long silence. The two people, who seemed to be clay sculptures and wood carvings, were facing each other, but the setting sun became more and more tilted. "What are you here for?" The old man finally broke the silence. "Make soy sauce." He said it crisply, word by word, without any hesitation. The old man pondered for a while and then said slowly: "How much does it cost per pound?" "One piece." Still crisp and clear, without any hesitation. The man's expression changed and he said: "You know I never sell soy sauce here for one yuan per catty." "I only want soy sauce for one yuan per catty." "Seriously?" "Seriously!" The soy sauce seller stared at the man in front of him. He was very young, but his eyes would never be forgotten by anyone who looked at them. They were as quiet as night and as deep as the sea. He knew that the boy in front of him was definitely an ordinary person, but he also knew that he would never sell soy sauce for one dollar a pound. The surroundings are still so quiet, as quiet as death. The sunset was gradually setting. He looked at the sunset in the distance and felt unspeakable fear. He smiled bitterly: "Do you have to buy it for one yuan a pound?" "Of course!" "What if I don't sell it to you?" "You can try it!" Silence, as silent as death. After a long time, he looked up at the young man and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll sell you a pound of soy sauce for one dollar, but don't mention it to outsiders!" He took the soy sauce bottle and one dollar from the young man's hand. The bottle is cold, just like the heart of an old man; the coins are slightly hot, just like the palm of a young man's hand. After a while, the boy took the soy sauce bottle he handed back, turned around and walked towards the door. He won this battle, completely. A trace of pride flashed across the young man's face. The soy sauce seller stopped him from behind: "Do you think you can really beat me?" The young man's body shook slightly and his steps stopped. "Obviously, I have got soy sauce at such a low price." "Not bad." "Then I have defeated you." "It's a pity that you missed a little bit." The young man suddenly turned around, the muscles on his face twitched slightly. He seemed to realize something, but it was already too late. The soy sauce seller only smiled softly and said: "My soy sauce is originally sold for 80 cents per catty.

This cover reminds me of Grandpa Calabash! 😅

Good news, good news, it will be on the shelves on November 1st, with a guarantee of 50,000 words that day. Welcome all the handsome Bs to come and support me. If you want to thank me, if it sells badly, I will wait until it is put on the shelves. I love you~~^0^

Are pig's trotters really such a piece of trash that the author of "Rebirth" has lived on his body for a hundred years? There are plug-ins, there are exercises, there are elixirs, spiritual energy recovery, the same starting line, everyone else is already at level 5, and a pig's feet is still at level 2, which is enough! Don't say such nonsense that others practiced before the spiritual energy was revived! You are more than a hundred years ahead of others

I'll go and they'll kill you, but you're so awesome that you won't kill them. Are you ready to take them in in the blink of an eye? How do you live to be over 100 years old? This is only a few pictures!

The last few pictures have pissed me off. You suppressed the protagonist's cultivation. I can tolerate it. If you don't kill Liu Yan, I can tolerate it. But you let her go without being useless. All I can say is that the protagonist's life is really cheap. Farewell.

Hey, a 13-year-old awakened the talent of fire! The protagonist and his granddaughter are going to be killed! No success! The protagonist knocks him out, then wakes up and teaches him martial arts. . . Let him go . . . I think that now in 9012, I really feel authoritative to try this plot. . . . The author is great. . No, everyone who writes books is a master, but your plot is very discouraging. . It is recommended to modify it! No matter what foreshadowing you have in the future. . I can't even accept it. This is eye candy for readers!

I gave up when I saw that I was harboring criminals.

Come on, please update, please give me a boost, order all, please add more essence.

Seeing that Guan Mo was poisoned to death, is there something wrong with the author's outlook on life?