Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

Chapter 17
Seeing the figure gradually disappearing in the wind and snow, the Taoist also gradually traveled far away!

"This time, the main body's plan fell into a deep sleep."

"Now I am the one who presides over Xianshan Mountain!"

"Tao my body, selfless and selfless, abandoning emotions, it seems that it will not work to use the power of Xianshan!"

"However, it's a good thing that the main body stayed behind before it fell asleep, and used the method of dreaming into the magic machine to wake up many sleeping clones!"

"If not, this time coincides with the changing situation of the ages, and the realm of the six heavens is busy stabilizing the number of days. The situation caused by a glimmer of life will die in the belly!"

The long sail is mobilized, and the current situation is sorted out, but it is to set the direction for the future.

"The Lord of the Nine Peaks has entered the world, and the disaster of the evil god is still far away, but it is enough for a few of them to worry about it!"

"Among the immortal sects, my current body strength is low, but there is nothing I can get my hands on."

"It seems that we can only walk the rivers and lakes, inquire about news, activate the power of the Rebellious Pavilion, and continue to accumulate strength!"

"Wait until the Lord of the Nine Peaks returns to his peak, let's recover the main body!"

"Perhaps waiting for other avatars to plan!"

After planning for a long time, I found that I was quite powerless at the current time, so I had to continue to wait for the opportunity!

Suddenly, Gucheng paused, as if thinking of something.

"Although this body's military power is low, it's not all about martial power!"

"The battle of wits is also very important!"

As soon as his mind was settled, Gucheng understood what he should do!

In the current time period, nothing is more active than the world of elves, and the law of heaven, earth and human beings hidden in the dark.

As for the Nether Realm, it is restricted by Rahu.

The eight tribes, and the other masters of the eight peaks will also handle it as appropriate.

"At present, there is no one who can be called a resourceful person than Qi Xie Zonghengzi, and the upcoming Moon Talent."

"It's hard to move lightly with these two people!"

"Counselor, counselor, resourceful man!"

As for the people in the fairy gate, they have been automatically blocked by him.

I have been planning for a long time, and my mind has been stagnant. I will take one step at a time, take one step at a time, and take one step at a time!
"The country is transcribed in the book, and the country is pointed out in the ink. Copper coins are sprinkled, iron mouths are broken, and the hexagrams are up to you. Count all the things in the world, and divination the love of the poor. Name: Wushuang Xiangshi, title: Xiangshi Wushuang."

When the poem starts, the yin and yang are obvious, and you walk with strides, but the Taoists are going to practice their old skills first, and go into the rivers and lakes for a while!
On both sides of the road, the woods are secluded, the grass is luxuriant, and the lonely city is walking briskly.

"Walk around after dinner and live to 99!" He rubbed his belly, breathed a sigh of relief, and the long sail danced.

"It's just that the boss is a bit too much, and even charged me money from the old man!"

"I don't know if my old man is hundreds of years old?"

"It's really a declining world, and people's hearts are not old!" Shaking his head, he complained to the wicked boss, and Gucheng continued with the third part.

Beside the road, there was a hunchbacked old man with an ugly face, begging for a century-old jade heart from a merchant on the side.

"Boss, I want to buy a century-old jade heart." The hunchbacked old man looked anxious.

"Century-year-old Yuwuxin, do you have money?" The black-clothed boss looked at the visitor with contempt and asked.

"Yes, I have." The old man hurriedly bent down and took out a few pieces of silver in his hand, and handed them to the boss.

"It's only five or six taels of silver here, and you can't even afford a jade wu heart, let alone a century-old jade wu heart?"

"Yes, but the young master is already dying. Boss, please give me a century-old jade heart. I will be willing to work for you in the future and return the money to you!"

"Heh, you are old and disabled, did you earn so much money?" The boss sneered and asked suspiciously.

"Boss, I beg you, please save Zheng'er." As he spoke, the old man knelt on the ground.

"puff!"

Suddenly, there was a sound, but it was a gold brick rolling down from the ground!
"Gold bricks!" The boss hurriedly bent over, picked it up, and exclaimed.

"Century-year-old Yuwu Heart, the market price is 300 taels, which should be more than enough!"

There was a clear and innocent child's voice, but a little girl in red was slowly coming from a distance, with a servant hanging on her back.

"Give it to this old man!" the little girl in red said again after walking in.

"Ah! This young lady has shown kindness, old man, you are very lucky!" The boss in black was surprised, turned to look at the old man, and said.

After saying this, the boss spontaneously went to look for Yu Wuxin.

At the right time, the old man hurriedly turned his head to the little girl and said, "Miss, thank you, thank you very much!"

"Take it!" The boss took out a jade heart and said to the hunchbacked old man.

But the little girl in red came over, knocked her palm to the ground, and asked, "Is your piece a century-old jade heart?"

"Yuwu's heart will turn blue in ten years, turn green in a hundred years, and turn blood in 300 years! Boss, don't play tricks in front of experts!"

"This..." The boss sneered speechlessly and murmured.

After a while, I said, "I took it wrong, sorry, sorry!"

After speaking, he handed over a cyan jade heart.

After taking the Yuwu heart, the old man said, "Thank you, miss, I need to quickly boil the Yuwu heart into medicine, great kindness, thank you in the future!"

This time, the little girl smiled brightly and said, "It takes time to make a fire, and there is no water source nearby. How do you prepare the medicine?"

"This..." The old man was speechless.

"We have a way, let us help you!"

"Then I will trouble Miss!" the old man thanked again.

After the words fell, Gu Xiaoyue turned and walked away.

Gucheng witnessed all this silently, glanced at the roulette in his hand, and murmured, "Who is this person?"

"It can actually move the roulette, which is not bad!" Let's follow to have a look.

After the words fell, he also followed a few people away.

After taking the decoction, the body, which was burning like fire, gradually returned to normal.

"The fever has started to subside, that's great!" the old man murmured to himself with joy on his face.

"Sir, the thaumaturgy of condensing water with air and rising flames in the palm is really extraordinary. Thank you sir today!"

"Today Zheng'er was able to escape from danger, thanks to the help of the two of you, Yuan Nu is very grateful!" As he said, he had already bent down.

"You're welcome, it's just a trivial matter!" Die Xiaoyue's crisp voice sounded again.

"Your son is so cute, who would have the heart to let him suffer from illness?"

"He, he is not my son, he is my young master!" Yuan Nu hesitated for a long time before speaking slowly.

"Really? When I saw you called him Zhenger just now, I thought he was your child."

"Yes!"

"It was the old slave who was in a hurry and overstepped!" the old man said tremblingly.

"You love him like a son, and it's his blessing to have such a domestic slave, how can it be considered an arrogance?" Gu Xiaoyue explained.

"Thank you for your kind words, Miss!"

"It's getting late, we should go too! We are destined to meet again in the future." The little girl said, but turned around and wanted to leave.

Gucheng walked slowly, walking forward, but seemed to be ready to take action.

"The lord of eight faces, Mr. Yuan?"

"Zhanlu Wufang!"

Whispering in a low voice, he looked at the crooked old man in the distance.

"Counselor, counselor, counselor!"

Whispers drift away with the wind and rain!

　congratulations
　　
　
(End of this chapter)