The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

The weather in autumn turns from hot to cold, but for the monks, this physical temperature has little effect on the body.

The true energy in the body is like an automatic constant temperature, which is a must-have for home and outings.

The monks in the spiritual world all have their own constant-temperature air conditioners, and they are like stones on the roadside. They don't know the benefits of keeping warm in winter and cool in summer.

Ouyang seemed to have slowed down when he returned to Qingyun Sect, wandering around Qingyun Sect like a street kid all day long.

As the strongest socialite of the Qingyun Sect, with Ouyang's return, the entire Qingyun Sect once again burst into laughter.

But Xiao Yasan followed Dong Xuzi to practice and did not dare to slack off for a day, as if he had a great sense of mission forcing him to work hard.

This hozen has shown amazing talent since it reshaped its body. However, as long as it hears any magic technique or Taoist language once, it will be able to understand it and apply it.

Although he is not a human race, he is willing to accept the cultivation techniques of the human race. He follows Dong Xuzi like a follower all day long, asking questions.

Dongxuzi was annoyed by its questions, but he patiently gave it a little explanation.

As time went by, Dong Xuzi gradually fell in love with this hozen with a pure heart and amazing talent.

What teacher would not like a good student, even if the good student is not a human being, but in the face of such a student who studies tirelessly, no teacher in the world would reprimand him.

Unknowingly, Dong Xuzi taught almost everything he could, until he didn't even know what to teach. He even took out his own secret: "One Qi Transforms Three Purities".

But Xiao Zha San is not a hozen. Although he can understand this mysterious method in a simple way, he still can't figure it out.

Zhao Qiansun, who was also practicing beside Dong Xuzi, stared helplessly at the hozen in front of him, who was learning Taoism next to Dong Xuzi like a transfer student.

From knowing nothing, to drawing inferences from one example, to learning a Tao that I don’t quite understand.

Zhao Qiansun, who believed that he was a unique genius in the world, felt frustrated for the first time with a monkey.

Facing two people who are not disciples but are better than them, Dong Xuzi is not in a hurry. For him, time has become unimportant now.

He can teach as much as he can, and his fate with the person and monkey in front of him will end on the day when the teaching ends.

And Ouyang would sometimes come to Qingyun Peak to watch Xiao Yasan learn Taoism, but he couldn't listen to the Taoism himself, and he would fall asleep when listening to the Taoism. This has not improved to this day.

Dong Xuzi preached, the little bastard and Zhao Qiansun listened seriously, and Ouyang, with cotton stuffed in his ears, was writing something crookedly on a book with a smile on his face.

Sometimes I suddenly forget what I want to do. When I turn to the first page and see my own notes, I will stop quietly and look at the little Yakuza who is fascinated by the sermon with a smile.

If he feels sleepy, Ouyang will also pull out the cotton in his ears and fall asleep seconds after listening to the Panfan Taoist sounds.

But the result was that Dong Xuzi lay innocently and fell asleep following Ouyang's snoring.

Whenever this time comes, Xiao Zha San and Zhao Qiansun will stand up in tacit understanding.

After the last fight, the two obviously became wary of each other, and they stayed far away from each other when they listened to the sermon.

Zhao Qiansun carried Dongxuzi on his back, and the little bastard carried Ouyang on his back, one walked towards the main hall of Qingyun Zongfeng, and the other walked slowly towards the small mountain peak.

The notebook in Ouyang's hand was tightly held in Ouyang's hand. There were a few large characters written crookedly on the notebook: "Ouyang's Notepad".

The handwriting is still so ugly, so ugly that it makes people laugh. The dense writing is not as beautiful as a chicken scratching it.

Ouyang's amnesia started when he was in Piaomiao Pavilion, and even Ouyang felt a little caught off guard.

When Leng Qingsong slashed the Tianbang with his sword, Ouyang released countless stacks of paper cranes and paper butterflies, and a large amount of real energy attached to those paper cranes and butterflies.

Although he still has his own true energy, the loss of a large amount of true energy over a long period of time still has some side effects.

But I didn't expect that it would be the most common amnesia in third-rate TV series.

Ouyang said that he really couldn't bear the fact that he had Alzheimer's disease at a young age.

Not only the memories of this life, but also the memories of the previous life began to blur. At first, they were just scattered and insignificant things.

For example, what is the name of the insignificant sidekick, or maybe everything in the previous life feels a bit vague.

But as Ouyang showed no intention of stopping, the number of Ouyang cutting butterflies increased, and Ouyang's amnesia became more and more serious, and there would even be short-term memory loss.

For example, you just wanted to do something, but then you stood up and forgot what you were going to do.

In the middle of a meal, you will suddenly forget how to chew with your teeth. Even if your clothes become dirty or even baggy, you will not take care of yourself.

Only when Ouyang suddenly couldn't remember his name one day did Ouyang realize the seriousness of this matter!

If I keep doing this, I'm afraid I'll die before those old men like Dong Xuzi die!

Therefore, Ouyang also developed the habit of writing notes, writing down all important things, and tearing off a page every time he completed something.

The more and more things I remember, the notebook becomes densely packed and chaotic.

At this time, the top of the small mountain peak became lively again.

The figures of Su Xiaoqi, Mu Yunhai, and Su Ling'er began to appear on the small mountain peak from time to time.

They heard Dong Xuzi say that Ouyang had health problems due to his cultivation, so they were asked to take care of Ouyang.

When he was awake, Ouyang clearly refused this kind of help. What Ouyang hated most was the pity of others. Even if it was well-intentioned, it was an insult to himself.

In his previous life, Ouyang still ended his studies despite the charity from kind-hearted people. It seemed that he had no future. Colleges and universities were all adult education.

He went out to work early and used his meager salary to subsidize everyone who was still in the orphanage.

Once you stretch out your hand and lower your head once, you will never be able to raise your head again in life.

This is something Ouyang often tells the children in the orphanage.

Nothing can be done by others, and there is no need to ask others for help.

Faced with Ouyang's firm refusal, several women did not persist.

Although when he was awake, several women made a tacit agreement not to disturb Ouyang, but when Ouyang lost his memory, several beautiful figures suddenly appeared in the small courtyard of Xiaoshanfeng.

Help Ouyang change clothes, clean up, and even feed Ouyang patiently.

They seemed to be competing with each other, but Ouyang was taken care of very carefully.

After all, the little bastard was just a hozen. When it came to taking care of people, he probably just picked a few fruits from the tree and handed them to Ouyang's mouth.

This Qing Shi had a playful smile on his face when he stood in front of all the geniuses and even the top monks.

Those who stood in front of all the junior brothers and sisters, who were the strongest backers of the geniuses, now needed help even to eat.

The end can be described as a bit miserable.

Steel is too easy to break and will age prematurely.