After becoming a fairy, Blue Star's hometown contacted me

Chapter 17 Mrs. White Bones
But even with Liu Xian's affirmative answer, everyone still couldn't believe that such a fate would fall on them.

They looked at each other, at a loss.

The law of longevity!

The magic of cultivating immortals!

This is something that they can't reach.

"thump."

"If the young master doesn't dislike it, we are willing to serve the young master as cattle and horses in this life, in order to repay the young master's great kindness."

Ah San reacted the fastest, knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed excitedly.

His movements, like dominoes, drove others to kneel down.

Everyone kowtowed again and again, their voices trembling.

"My lord, my lord's kindness is boundless, how ashamed we are."

"My mother, the son is really a living god."

"Young master, you can really teach us, us, this miraculous skill."

Everyone you say, I say, just like a dream.

They still can't believe that they have such a fairy fate.

Liu Xiandao: "Going outside the customs, how much you can learn on the way depends on your ability."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then felt that it should be so.

How profound is the wonder of cultivating immortals.

If everyone could practice, monks would not be valued in this world.

It's about a month's journey to the outside of the customs. It's a great opportunity to be guided by a banished immortal like the young master for a month, how can I ask for more.

Everyone is both regretful and happy.

At the same time, they prayed silently, hoping that something would happen on the road, so that they could delay for a few more days.

After all, with their identities, the chances of getting advice from powerful monks are almost zero.

"My lord, is there something wrong with this?"

"The method of practice is the secret of each family. If the elders in your family know it, will it be?"

Different from the joy of others, shopkeeper Zhang frowned slightly and asked cautiously.

This is the habit of businessmen.

Every time you do something, you need to weigh the pros and cons, take one step and think about five steps, so that you can make as much profit as possible, instead of losing your wife.

Even if he is not a practitioner, he knows how much each school and party attaches importance to the inheritance in the school.If it is leaked, it will kill people to silence it, and it will never be reborn forever.And this is also the rule of heaven written in the Great Xia Dynasty's law code, stealing other people's inheritance, the world will punish it!
Liu Xian instantly understood shopkeeper Zhang's worries, and said with a hearty smile: "You don't have to worry about this, I am a casual cultivator in the world."

"Even if this exercise is taught to you, no one will pursue it."

Speaking of this, Liu Xian paused and said with a smile: "The time to go outside the pass is limited. How much you can learn is also a question, so you don't have to think too much about it."

Shopkeeper Zhang froze for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.

But I think too much.

That's right, it's only a month or so before I go outside the customs, even if the young master is willing to teach, how much we can learn is also a question.

"Young master is generous, please accept my worship."

Shopkeeper Zhang had no extra thoughts, and sincerely worshiped him.

Others are even happier.

They secretly reminded themselves that they must study hard and remember as much as they can. It doesn't matter if they learn or not, the key is to write down the practice methods.If you don't seek the method of refining the gods, even if you can only get the technique of refining qi, it can be regarded as a family heirloom.

Because of Liu Xian's generosity, the caravan decided to stay at Shenhu Temple for two days.

It's not intentional to waste time, but this is the most suitable place to explain the magic of practice.Otherwise, on the road, the mountain road is rugged and dangerous, so there is no time to attend lectures.

These two days are as much as you can learn, as much as you can remember, and the follow-up is rote memorization and hard work.

Liu Xian didn't care about this.

Although he is very interested in outside the pass, he is not in a hurry.

However, Liu Xian is not in a hurry, some people, or some creatures, are in a hurry.

very urgent.

dozens of miles away.

In the dense ancient jungle, a white wolf with a size of six to seven meters looked towards the direction of the Tiger Temple, with worry and fear in his spiritual eyes.

The white wolf is called the white devil by the locals.

This is a wolf that has been mature for more than 200 years. It has the ability to manipulate the fog and create illusions. It usually follows the old ghost of Yinshan to harm the aborigines and business travelers hundreds of miles away, killing countless people.

In the past, they were very discerning, and they never provoked strong people who were not easy to provoke.

But this time, the old ghost of Yinshan kicked the iron board.

Thinking of what he saw yesterday, Bai Lang couldn't help but tremble all over his body, even his soul was terrified.

terrible!
He couldn't think of any other description other than horrible.

His cultivation base is not high, only the second level.

He didn't know exactly what he saw yesterday, but he knew that the one who could kill the old ghost of Yinshan in one move must be a strong man, a top strong man.

At the very least, it is also a fifth-level celestial phenomenon.

The old ghost of Yinshan died, and White Wolf was very distressed.

But not for the old ghost of Yinshan, but for himself.

It is all because of the protection of the old ghost of Yinshan that he has been able to wander in this mountain forest for hundreds of years without incident.Now that the old ghost of Yinshan is dead, White Wolf can imagine what will happen to him if there is no strong man to protect him.In the eyes of the nobles of the Great Xia Dynasty, Southern Border is a wild and remote place, but to the local spirits and spirits, compared to the terrifying Yunmeng Lake, it is already a place like heaven.

When the old ghost of Yinshan died, this territory lost its owner.

Once the surrounding gods and monsters get the news, they will definitely take action.

And this is not the white wolf's biggest worry.

What he is worried about is Mrs. Bone!
Mrs. Bone, a disciple of the Holy Mother of Yin Mountain, a top powerhouse in the half-step immortal state, is a well-known powerhouse in the huge southern border.

Mrs. Bone is the god-sister of Yinshan Old Ghost.

It was also Mrs. Bone who led the old ghost of Yinshan into the door of the Virgin of Deyinshan and embarked on the path of practice.

Now the old ghost of Yinshan is dead, but the white wolf is still alive.

Will he become a scapegoat, or even a punching bag for Mrs. Bone?

White Wolf doesn't know.

But he knew it wasn't over.

If he can't give Mrs. Bone an explanation, he will die.

The White Wolf knows how terrifying a half-step immortal-level powerhouse is.He couldn't run away, even if he ran a million miles away, Mrs. Bone would have a thousand ways to make his life worse than death.

"Hey."

Thinking of the future, White Wolf sighed.

He couldn't figure out what was going on.

After observing for many days, there is no strong person in the caravan.Why did the old ghost of Yinshan die so suddenly?

White Wolf's only guess now is that the problem might be in the Shenhu Temple.

He has passed by this temple more than once.

It is absolutely impossible to give birth to a god.

But yesterday the god tiger enshrined in the god tiger temple became a god!

This fact is too bizarre.

How can a ruined temple that no one has worshiped for a long time contain gods?
The white wolf thought secretly, looked to the west with a worried expression, and thought to himself.

One night has passed, the news should have been sent to Mrs. Bone, right?

Thousands of miles away.

Among the mountains, there was a dead silence.

Endless bones covered the earth, like a vast sea of ​​bones.There are human skeletons, monster skeletons, complete skeletons, scattered broken bones, countless.The pale bones that can be seen everywhere seem to tell the misery of the world, and also seem to tell the evil of this place.

It makes people feel as if they have come to the endless purgatory, which is extremely terrifying.

This is the famous Baigu Ridge.

Madame Bone's Dojo.

Hundreds of miles around, there is no human habitation, no vitality, only endless skeletons!

Some are just endless paleness.

Yet in the depths of these endless bones, an elegant oriental garden stands among the mountains.Stretching for several miles, there are hundreds of palaces.

It is out of tune with its surroundings.

Red walls and blue tiles.

Zhumen bronze tripod.

The green plants in the courtyard are lush, and the bones outside the courtyard are like a sea.

No one who sees such a scene can connect it with harmony, coordination, and harmony.

This is exactly Madame Bone's Dojo - Pastoral Garden.

In the courtyard, it was even more lively.

The beauties are in groups of twos and threes, talking and laughing.

Looking around, there are thousands of people.

Or enchanting, or dignified, or elegant, or heroic, or charming, or coquettish.

It seems to have come to the Paradise of Paradise, where all the beauties in the world are collected.

They are all concubines of Mrs. Bones.

There are ordinary people, there are resurrected undead, and there are goblins who have successfully transformed.

Suddenly, a handsome three-legged crow pierced the sky, rushing towards the majestic palace in the middle of the manor like black lightning.

Its name: Past Life.

(End of this chapter)