I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

"Come on, sit here!"

Bu Fan stretched out his hand with a smile, and the old beggar was not polite, sitting at the stone table.

Xiao Man quickly brought the teapot from the kitchen.

"Mr. Hong, are you thirsty, I'll pour you a cup of tea!"

For the old beggar, Xiao Man respected him from the bottom of his heart.

After all, the old beggar once taught her how to practice, and in her opinion, the old beggar is her half master.

not to mention.

The identity of the old beggar is not simple.

Although the old beggar did not mention his cultivation level, in Xiaoman's eyes, the old beggar is undoubtedly a senior who has traveled in the mortal world.

The cultivation base is at least the realm of refining emptiness.

Maybe higher.

How can you not hug such a golden thigh?

Listening to Xiaoman's guess, Bu Fan almost didn't laugh out loud.

Refining period?

He felt that the girl's guess was not bold enough.

"Father, your tea!"

Xiao Man naturally did not forget to pour tea for him, but in comparison, his actions and attitude were a bit casual.

However, Bu Fan didn't care.

It's good that the girl didn't slander him from the bottom of her heart.

But before Bu Fan was happy, Xiaoman's murmur suddenly sounded in his head.

This salted fish father didn't know what kind of shit luck he had, but he was able to make friends with important people in the world of cultivating immortals.

and.

More than one.

Like Mrs. Wu from Uncommon Academy, Mr. Tian who looks like a child, and Mr. Hong beside her.

These people look ordinary, but each of them is an unfathomable senior expert.

Xiaoman glanced at Bufan with a complicated expression, and sighed in his heart.

She didn't understand why before.

later.

She understood.

The reason why big figures like Mr. Hong often come to her door is because of her salty fish father's craftsmanship.

Like playing chess, making tea, drawing, her salty fish father knows a little bit of everything.

and.

The salted fish father is also eloquent. .

Every time I say it, these big shots are beaming with joy.

Not only that.

Xianyu Qinda sometimes draws inscriptions for these big figures.

Either draw.

Or the words in the picture.

It is very appetizing for those big people.

But Xianyu's father didn't know about it.

This may be the unintentional insertion of willows and willows.

after all.

If it is deliberately to please, it may backfire and arouse the resentment of those seniors.

On the contrary, like Xianyu's father, the unintentional friendship can show more sincerity.

and so.

She stayed out of it.

Watching Xianyu's father chatting with those seniors.

……

Listening to Xiao Man's self-righteous thoughts, Bu Fan had goose bumps all over his body.

"The weather is nice today, Mr. Hong, why don't we go outside for a walk!"

Bu Fan coughed dryly, held Xiao Fubao in his arms, and looked at Xiao Man, "Xiao Man, go to the house and take out the stroller."

"Father, don't you want to take Xiao Fubao out together?" Xiao Man frowned.

"What's wrong? Take Xiao Fubao out, meet more people, and take a look at the town by the way."

Bu Fan looked at Xiao Fubao in his arms, and smiled dotingly, "Isn't it, Xiao Fubao?"

Xiao Fubao didn't answer.

Instead, he opened his big watery eyes and watched quietly.

"That's fine, but don't take too long!"

Xiaoman thought about it, agreed, and went to the house to fetch the baby stroller.

This baby stroller was made by her salty fish father.

Don't say it yet.

This baby stroller is well made, it can shade from the sun, prevent dust, and it can also be used as a rocking bed.

If her salty fish father could use this energy in his practice, he would have already built his foundation by now.

It's a pity that it's so unprofessional.

A little bit of everything, but not very good at anything.

……

The town in the morning is leisurely and busy.

Some people feed chickens and drive ducks, some go to their own vegetable fields, pick vegetables, weed, water, and some old people are resting and chatting comfortably under the big locust tree.

along the way.

Bu Fan pushed the baby carriage and walked slowly on the clean path with the old beggar.

The two did not talk, but walked quietly.

Clear skies, clean and clear air.

The gentle breeze blows over the rice fields, causing golden ripples, and the warm sunlight falls on the dew-stained leaves, sparkling and crystal clear.

Although the eyes of little Fubao in the stroller are still colorless, the colorful scenery of the town is reflected in the black pupils, making the dull eyes a little brighter and more attractive.

The people working in the rice fields paid attention to Bu Fan, smiled and waved their hands to say hello.

Bu Fan also smiled and nodded in response one by one.

"The mayor is still so popular!" the old beggar sighed.

"Thank you, I just did what I should do." Bu Fan shook his head.

The old beggar smiled.

He naturally knew that the residents of the town loved and respected the gentleman in front of him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Sir, I encountered some strange things when I came back this time?"

Suddenly, the old beggar thought of something and said aloud.

"Oh, what happened to you?"

Bu Fan was a little curious. After all, he never went out of the village to take a look, so he didn't know what the outside world was like.

But together with this idea, he immediately suppressed it.

thought.

There are either mountains or water outside, and there is nothing to see.

"It's like this. On the way back, I passed some waters. Many sea creatures in these waters have signs of transforming into dragons. This is the first time I have seen such signs!"

The old beggar said in a deep voice.

"Is it difficult for sea creatures to transform into dragons?"

As soon as Bu Fan said it, he felt that he was asking too much nonsense.

But the old beggar was used to this scene.

"Sir, it takes at least tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years, for a creature with the blood of a dragon to transform into a dragon. The last time a sea clan transformed into a dragon was thousands of years ago."

The old beggar explained softly.

"This may be the prelude to the revival of spiritual energy!"

After listening to the old beggar's explanation, Bu Fan touched his chin and replied.

"Sir, do you mean that the aura of this world is about to recover?"

The old beggar frowned slightly, but immediately, his eyes lit up.

For old monsters like them, the loss of heaven and earth aura is no secret.

After all, they can also clearly feel that the aura of heaven and earth today is far inferior to that of thousands of years ago.

But they are powerless against the loss of spiritual energy in the world.

"I'm just guessing." Bu Fan laughed and shook his head.

But even if Bu Fan said so.

On the contrary, the more the old beggar thought about it, the more he felt that the aura of heaven and earth might really be revived.

Because he faintly felt that the aura of the weather in the past two years seemed to be stronger.

and.

There are so many sea creatures in the waters showing signs of transforming into dragons, which indirectly shows that the aura of this world is slowly recovering.

Think about it this way.

The old beggar couldn't help admiring the expert in front of him.

Even if he doesn't go out, this expert still knows the changes of everything in the world like the palm of his hand.

"Sir, I wonder if you know anything about the Demon Race?"