I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality Chapter 218 - 127: Traveling the Country, Speaking of Civili

Gongsun Jin licked his chapped lips and said, "The road to the North is still far. In the future... Shi Ming and I will encounter many things. This is also a form of cultivation. As the saying goes, sitting around is not as good as traveling across the land. Only by asuring the length and breadth of the kingdom step by step can we sit on the throne and govern well."

"Why did the Grand Ancestor Emperor and Emperor Taizong not have descendants who surpassed them? It’s because they traveled across the kingdom and saw what the world was like before."

Zhu Huai’an reached into his sleeve, which was noticeably thicker than a typical sleeve. There seed to be sothing inside when he touched it.

Ever since he left the Jin Sect, whenever he encountered sothing, he’d subconsciously reach for his sleeve.

The road to the Northern Territory is destined to be anything but peaceful.

...

Underground Street, Xu Qing was training a rooster in the Funeral Shop.

Since he could understand the language of birds and beasts, he often heard the Golden Simurgh cursing.

To train the Golden Simurgh, he set a rule: as long as they were in the Funeral Shop, anyone who uttered a foul word would have a feather plucked. No exceptions.

Xuan Yu had no objections to this. As a Cat Immortal, it never used foul language unless extrely angry.

"How many tis is this? Accept your loss, you do it yourself!"

The Golden Simurgh plucked out a feather and placed it aside, muttering, "Damnit, you just wait, I’ll make sure you curse."

"Xu Immortal Family, it cursed again!"

...

The Golden Simurgh glared at the black cat that enjoyed watching the chaos. After holding back for a long ti, it had to pluck another feather.

In just a short hour, Xu Qing had a handful of Golden Rooster Feathers.

Later, two people arrived at the Funeral Shop, Zhao Zhonghe and his nephew from the Patrol Office.

As soon as he entered the shop, Zhao Zhonghe couldn’t help but swear, "Whoa, this chicken is incredibly fat, it must weigh at least fifty to sixty pounds?"

In the next mont, the Golden Chicken flew at him.

Zhao Zhonghe raised his sheathed long sword to defend, but was struck down by a force comparable to that of a Martial Master.

The Golden Simurgh acted swiftly, and as soon as Zhao Zhonghe regained his senses, a handful of his hair was gone.

"This chicken?" Zhao Zhonghe asked in disbelief.

Xu Qing stepped forward and explained, "This rooster belongs to the street’s coffin shop, not mine. It’s quite fierce and will peck anyone’s hair who curses. Chief Zhao, please be careful..."

"A coffin shop’s rooster?"

Zhao Zhonghe was sowhat surprised, "It pecks people for cursing? Can such an animal really be this intelligent?"

Just as he finished speaking, the naked Golden Rooster flew at them again.

Nearby, Zhao Yuan’s eyes widened as he watched his uncle get pecked. Intrigued, he asked, "Does this chicken really understand human words?"

"I’m not familiar with this chicken. Perhaps it only understands foul language," Xu Qing quickly distanced himself from the Golden Simurgh.

"Let try!" Zhao Yuan, in his twenties, still retained so youthful curiosity. He cautiously approached the Golden Simurgh and tentatively said, "Hey, little bastard!"

The Golden Simurgh beca furious, "Damnit, your whole family are little bastards! You’re the big bastard!"

A few more clumps of hair fell, and Zhao Yuan clutched his head and winced in pain.

Xu Qing looked at the Golden Simurgh expressionlessly.

In the next mont, the naked rooster, having just pecked soone, began plucking its own feathers again.

"Alright, stop provoking it!"

Zhao Zhonghe awkwardly approached Xu Qing. Being a rough person with many petty issues at the Governnt Office, he often used foul language. Now, restraining himself felt quite strange.

"Shopkeeper Xu, I’m here because of Brother Shi’s matter..."

Shi Quan from the Governnt Office drowned while saving Zhao Zhonghe and his nephew. His body was currently still in the Funeral Shop.

Xu Qing rembered this and patted a thin-walled coffin in the shop, saying, "His burial clothes are ready, and his facial appearance has been restored. Chief Zhao, you can bury him whenever you’re free."

"Let’s settle it today then, thank you, Shopkeeper Xu."