I only came when I became an emperor with golden fingers

It was simply a joy to play, and staged a chaotic ancient version of chasing a tiger across the stream.

Meng Chuan seriously suspected that Xiao Budian had forgotten what he was going to do in Shicun.

Just play.

After being tired from playing, the little guy just lay down on the ground to rest, very imageless, and the whole person was dirty.

Suddenly, the little guy jumped up like a carp, and then looked around treacherously. After finding that there was no one, he quickly ran to the side of a big tree.

Then the little hand reached down and began to shush.

After finishing the solution, the little boy went to the river to wash his hands, looked at the sun in the sky, felt that it was still early, and quickly climbed up another tree and began to dig out the bird's nest.

Meng Chuan stared at the little guy with pulsating veins in the corners of his eyes.

What the hell are you doing, you little bastard!

After playing for a while, Xiaobudian finally remembered the business and started to walk in the direction of Butian Pavilion.

Yes, really walking.

The wooden horse Meng Chuan gave him has been shrunk by the little one and placed on top of his head, not for riding.

There was a small wooden horse on his head, and his clothes were dirty, dragging Stanley and the twins in their pockets, and the little one bounced forward.

It was supposed to be a man riding a horse, but now it has become a horse riding a man.

Meng Chuan couldn't help covering his face, he really raised a mentally retarded milk baby...

The voice came from Meng Chuan's fingers.

"Shen Liu, you said that the little one can still be saved."

"Maybe."

Liu Shen also saw Xiao BuDian's series of actions.

"You can send Xiaobudian directly to Butian Pavilion."

Meng Chuan waved his hand immediately, "I can't do it. After all, I'm just an ordinary venerable. How could I do such a thing that makes people move millions of miles out of thin air."

"God Liu, you're not far behind."

"God Liu, you know that my talent is not good, and my cultivation level is not high. I really can't compare to a divine reincarnation like you."

Liu Shen suddenly felt deeply tired, it's fine for you to say that when Xiao BuDian was around before.

Now it's just the two of us, you say the same.

To be persecuted so far?

"Besides, isn't he quite happy now?" Meng Chuan smiled, although the little one seemed a little mentally retarded.

But Meng Chuan empathized with his happiness.

To make Xiao Budian happy, isn't this the biggest reason why Meng Chuan stayed in Shicun.

After withdrawing his attention from Xiaobudian, Meng Chuan yelled into the village.

"Patriarch!"

Shi Yunfeng walked out hurriedly with his old arms and legs.

"What's the matter, Mr. Yuan?" Shi Yunfeng came to Meng Chuan and asked.

Meng Chuan looked at the village, "Let the children who have entered the blood-moving realm get ready to go to Butian Pavilion."

Shi Yunfeng was a little surprised when he heard the words, "Butian Pavilion is now full of storms, isn't it the most talented people who can set foot in that place?"

"Isn't it inappropriate to let the children pass by?"

"It's okay. Although the children are not as good as those top talents, they are not bad." Meng Chuan shook his head.

"It's also good to go out for a walk and see more things."

Although the potential and talents of the children in Shicun are gradually strengthening, there is still a long way to go to catch up with those top talents.

But in this world, there will always be a place for ordinary geniuses.

What's more, how can there be so many top talents in the entire Eight Domains.

"I... Liushen and I can provide them with resources that are not inferior to the talents of the outside world, but for such things as cultivation, the efficiency will not be so good if you work hard alone."

"Let them go out, meet the Heavenly Talents of the Eight Regions, and compete with those geniuses. Even if they lose, they will still gain something!"

read more, walk more.

In an era like the chaos of ancient times, there is no way out for self-cultivation.

Only war, only war.

This is also one of the reasons why Meng Chuan let the little one out.

Inheritance of practice, Meng Chuan can provide Xiaobudian with the number one immortal method in the world.

Cultivation resources, Tianbao Meng Chuan, which is rare in Immortal Realm, can also be transported from Dao Li through the chat group.

Combat experience, skills, and the cultivation of spiritual perception, a battle for the number one in the world in the blood-moving realm directly cultivated Xiao Budian's high acuity.

But after all, you still have to go out and experience some things.

Life experience is also a kind of precious wealth if you don't want to meet an opponent. After going through all kinds of things, you can sharpen your wisdom and broaden your horizons.

And another reason for letting Xiaobudian go out is...

If you don't go out of Shicun, where can you find a wife?

The little one is over seven years old!

"I understand." Shi Yunfeng nodded and decided to listen to Meng Chuan's opinion.

In terms of cultivation, Mr. Yuan must be more professional than himself.

"If the patriarch wants to, he can also go to Butian Pavilion and compete with Tianjiao!" Meng Chuan said with a smile.

"Mr. Yuan, don't make fun of me." Shi Yunfeng smiled wryly.

"I'm in my 70s and [-]s, so I don't have the nerve to compete with those teenagers."

"It's still a group of children who can beat me up."

Thinking about how I went to Butian Pavilion to fight for the front with my gray hair, but I was pushed to the ground by those geniuses.

Shi Yunfeng felt that he was already a person from the old times.

"Not old, not old, six or seventy years old, still young. If you don't believe me, ask Liu Shen how old he is. At your age, you don't even have a fraction of Liu Shen."

"Snapped!"

The willow god's branches suddenly flapped in the air, and the air exploded, making the sound terrifying.

Shi Yunfeng stepped back slightly, indicating that he did not speak.

Meng Chuan muttered something fierce in his heart.

Willow God wished he could tie up this man with a few willow branches, hang him from his own branches, and whip him every day.

It's not because Meng Chuan mentioned her age.

Which fairy king would care about this kind of problem.

She just thinks that this person is sick!

"Then I'll let the children prepare their luggage now and go to Butian Pavilion." Shi Yunfeng wanted to sense that the atmosphere was not right, and wanted to run away.

Meng Chuan stopped Shi Yunfeng's behavior in time, and there was no need to clean up what to do.

"No, let the children come out directly, I will send them, I will ask God Liu to send the children directly to Butian Pavilion."

"Traveling for a long time is also a waste of children's cultivation time, and a journey of one or two million miles is also very dangerous."

"That's right." Shi Yunfeng nodded in approval.

As for the little one who went on the road alone, it must be different.

For the children in Shicun, several months of training time are quite precious.

But for a person like Xiao Budian, spending some time walking 200 million miles alone is much more beneficial than practicing mindlessly.

This is the difference between top Tianjiao and ordinary people.

The little guy has also reached a limit now, and self-cultivation behind closed doors is not very effective, it is better to walk around and see more.

As for whether it would be dangerous for his seven-year-old child to walk alone.

It would be nice if he didn't bring danger to the birds, beasts, insects and fish along the way...

Chapter 120 The Song of the Willow God

The children of Shicun gathered in front of Meng Chuan, staring at Meng Chuan with both eyes.

"Mr. Yuan, are we going to find Xiaobudian?" A teenage child asked.

In the entire stone village, except for the little one, everyone, regardless of gender, old or young, called Meng Chuan Mr. Yuan.

Everyone can see that Meng Chuan is special to the little one.

The adults have also told the children to respect Mr. Yuan, and they have taught them how to address Meng Chuan.

Although Meng Chuan didn't care what the children called him, Meng Chuan would not interfere if they wanted to call him that.

Meng Chuan looked at these children and replied with a smile:

"No, it's Xiaobudian who wants to look for you, Liu Shen will send you directly to Butian Pavilion, and Xiaobudian will arrive in about a month or two."

"After going to Butian Pavilion, you should practice hard and make more friends."

Meng Chuan told these children that most of them were older than Xiaobudian.

After all, it was an ordinary mountain village a few years ago.

"Don't take the initiative to bully people, but if someone bullies you, don't be afraid, just call back."

Meng Chuan taught these children on weekdays that he never advocated letting them take the initiative to cause trouble, but don't be afraid of trouble.

Fight for what should be fought, but you can't just cause trouble and bully people for no reason.

Not taking the initiative to cause trouble is not a mediocrity, but causing trouble for no reason is really a fool.

"Mr. Yuan, we are all in the Blood Realm, so we can't get into trouble if we want to." A usually lively child shouted.

"That's right." Meng Chuan somewhat approved of the child's words.

This time the wind and cloud gathered in the Butian Pavilion, the cultivation of the blood-moving realm must be the lowest.

This kind of cultivation is not to mention causing trouble, even if you report to the group, you have to worry about being bullied by others.

"If someone bullies you and you can't beat them, go to Huo Ling'er from the Fire Nation and say that you and Xiao Budian are from the same village."

Meng Chuan pointed out a way out for the little ones in Shicun.

These children were being bullied by some little guys in the Blood-moving Realm and Cave Heaven Realm. Of course, it was impossible for him to come forward.

But they can go to Huo Ling'er.

Anyway, sooner or later it's family.

Even if there is no such relationship, with Meng Chuan's kindness to Huo Nation, it is completely reasonable for them to take care of the little ones.

Speaking of this, Meng Chuan remembered another thing, and said to the children with a very serious face:

"After going to Butian Pavilion, except for Huo Ling'er, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, you must not tell anyone that your acquaintance loves animal milk the most."

"After the little one goes to the Butian Pavilion, you must not show that you know the little one, just treat it as a stranger."

"Otherwise, you'll just wait for the black hands covered in sacks."

When these children heard Meng Chuan's words, they nodded in unison without any doubts. Everyone understood why Meng Chuan said that.

Two years ago, Xiao BuDian expressed the word "drag" to the fullest in a hut, and offended most of the princes and lords in the world.

Regardless of the battle for the first place in the blood-moving realm at that time, the number of princes and venerables who were defeated by the little boy accounted for what proportion of these two groups.

When outsiders discuss these things, they don't care about the proportions. They just say that they love to eat animal milk and defeat the princes of the Eight Realms and the venerables of the Eight Realms.

Moreover, in the past two years, Xiao Budian has been doing penance in the Dongtian Realm, and at the same time, he has been calling the wind and calling the rain and domineering in the False God Realm.