jdhmnovel Chapter 201 Normal Elders
Chapter 201 Normal Elders
We were able to take a breather at the end of the season.
The strength of a fourth-level player is definitely not something that a second-level player can match.
Even the pressure is so terrifying.
At the end of the season, he clearly felt that his strength was not enough to withstand even a single move from the elder.
If it weren't for his inner determination, he would be killed by the pressure alone.
Such absolute strength is really enviable.
However, the change in the elders' attitude far exceeded expectations at the end of the season.
He was ready to be tortured.
I was prepared to be tortured to the point of death.
The elder stepped back and leaned against the coffin again.
He didn't care about the end of the season, but took out a cigarette and lit it.
Puffs of white smoke came out of his mouth.
Suddenly, an epiphany came to Ji Mo's mind.
In the mortal world, tobacco is used to numb the spirit and bring pleasure to a tired body.
Objects that exist to escape the pressure of reality.
Perhaps, or rather, the elder is not as heartless and indifferent as he appears.
Does the fact that he keeps smoking also mean that there is something in his heart that he cannot let go of?
Relying on mental paralysis to escape?
This thought flashed through my mind for a moment at the end of the season.
But it was immediately denied at the end of the season.
For the fourth turn, the stimulation provided by tobacco is minimal, almost non-existent.
Perhaps, smoking was just a habit that the elder had before he became a monk.
The elder who had been stared at seemed to have discovered something.
He turned his head to look at Ji Mo.
I saw Ji Mo’s eyes were fixed on the cigarette in his hand.
His brow relaxed.
"Hmm? You want one too?"
Before Ji Mo could react, the elder took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to Ji Mo.
Ji Mo, who had just finished thinking, saw this scene and hurriedly caught it.
He had never smoked tobacco, or anything like that.
I have only seen the alcoholic beverages that adults usually drink.
I have seen drunkards many times.
Ji Mo looked at the elder with some doubt in his eyes.
Seeing the elder's excited expression, I felt like I was eager to try it and was urged to give it a try.
To be honest, Ji Mo was indeed a little curious about things like tobacco and alcohol.
Tobacco is not common among ascetics, but alcohol can be seen almost every day.
He couldn't understand why grown-ups always liked to drink alcohol with their dinner.
His cheeks turned red from drinking and his speech became slurred.
His movements were a bit fuzzy and he walked unsteadily.
He couldn't understand how alcohol could bring them happiness.
Ji Mo imitated the elder, holding the cigarette between his index and middle fingers and putting it in his mouth.
A flame ignited between the index finger of his left hand and lit the tobacco.
"Well, you've learned it well."
“It’s like breathing.”
The elder watched and taught, and seemed to be very motivated and found this matter very interesting.
The tobacco passed through his lungs and was exhaled from his mouth.
A slight burning sensation made Ji Mo feel a little uncomfortable.
This feeling is very weak and not pleasant, and I can't feel the fun at the end of the season.
He looked at the elder in confusion, only to find that he was smoking with great relish.
In this way, the two men leaned against the coffin and smoked out their cigarettes.
"How is it? Do you feel anything strange?"
The elder looked at himself, relit a cigarette and smoked it again.
Ji Mo shook his head.
"I didn't feel anything, just a tickle in my throat and a little burning in my lungs, but other than that I didn't feel anything."
The elder nodded.
"Yes, a cultivator's body will instinctively reject the influence of external things."
"With spiritual energy neutralizing it, one naturally cannot feel the pleasure they bring."
It was rare to see the elder communicating normally with others. Ji Mo did not hide his inner doubts and asked him.
"Elder, why do you keep smoking?"
"Any strange feelings?"
The elder put the tobacco in his hand into his mouth, took a puff, and exhaled white mist again.
"No, it's the same feeling as you."
"Things like tobacco have long had no effect on ascetics."
"Compared to these things, the wine brewed with pond water and spiritual fruits is more useful."
"However, people like us can't touch alcohol. It will be troublesome if we get drunk."
"us?"
"We, do you mean assassins?"
The elder looked at Ji Mo with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Oh? That's quite clever."
"You've already cast yourself as an assassin so quickly."
Ji Mo's mouth twitched slightly as he listened to the elder's words.
No, you haven't trained me as an assassin yet. So what about the torture I suffered the past few days? Was it just a personal hobby?!
"Yes. For assassins like us, the ideal scenario is to be untainted by anything, cut off from all ties, and focus only on our targets."
"By not touching anything, you can block out the scent of many things. The simpler the better."
"After all, no one can guarantee that their habits won't be contaminated with some inconspicuous little things."
"We assassinate people who possess reason, who know how to think, and who want to survive at all costs."
"What's more, many times, we are not necessarily smarter than our prey."
"Any small detail could expose my condition."
"Every hunt is like walking on a tightrope. If you're not careful, you'll lose everything."
Ji Mo nodded, he could understand what the elder said.
After all, few people would be careless about their own lives.
In this world, everyone who improves his or her realm is fighting his or her way through thousands of people.
Personal experience and family upbringing each influence everyone.
If you arrogantly look down on others, the price you have to pay may be your life.
Every assassin must be careful, careful, and careful.
"Um……"
The elder exhaled another puff of smoke from his mouth.
"It's too early to tell you this now."
"Your foundation is too weak and needs to be honed. The amount of pain you can endure is too limited."
"His endurance is pretty good, but it's still far from enough for an assassin."
"It's a pretty good choice for Zhuoliu to choose you."
"Once you're familiar with it, you'll know its function."
"You seem to be recovering well. Come back tomorrow."
"I will correct your movements and train your attack methods and footwork."
"Time is running out. You must learn these basics quickly."
"Otherwise, once the real mission begins, it's easy to get killed."
In a rare move, the elder did not act out of spite or show his twisted desire for abuse.
The elder continued giving orders like a normal person, and the sudden change made Ji Mo feel particularly strange.
It seems that during this period of contact, the elder was not the kind of person who would speak like this.
The image constructed in the mind at the end of the season gradually collapsed and turned into a vague shadow.