Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

When Li Wudao mentioned the word "bald", a very three-dimensional image of a bald donkey instantly appeared in Li Wudao's mind.

Wearing a white cassock, he picked up his bracelets at every turn, squinted his eyes and murmured: "Could it be that old guy..."

"Monk Liu Yin?" Liu Rumeng was smart and knew instantly what his master was thinking.

"possible."

If it was this old guy, it would make sense. His seclusion in Qingluan Peak was not something ordinary people could know about.

No wonder the old thief Tubu didn't take action himself. It seemed that he was leading himself into the situation. From sending Xiaozhu up the mountain for help to annihilating King Hu, what a sequence of cause and effect!

Being plotted, his mood was definitely not beautiful, not to mention that Li Wudao was not a generous person.

"Gah baba!" Li Wudao clenched his fist loudly.

"Master, do you want to rush to Prajna Temple and settle the score with the old monk?" Liu Rumeng hated to see his master unhappy.

"Wait a minute. If it's an old monk, Dabai and Dahei shouldn't be in any danger."

Li Wudao thought about it and took Chang Wei, Laifu, and Lao Mo to meet Xiaozhu.

Along the way, Lao Mo kept chattering, saying "Baga!"

Liu Rumeng was a little curious and asked the owner, "This bird is so talkative, why is it called Lao Mo?"

Immortal Li did not answer, but said to Lao Mo, whose beak was covered with white juice:

"From the south came a mute with a trumpet strapped to his waist; from the north came a lama with a mammoth in his hand. The lama who carried the mammoth wanted to exchange the mammoth for the trumpet of the mute with a trumpet strapped to his waist; don't The mute who was holding the trumpet refused to trade his trumpet for the lama who was holding the mammoth. I don’t know whether it was the mute who was holding the trumpet who trumpeted the lama who was holding the mammy, or whether it was the lama who was holding the trumpet who hit the lama who was holding the trumpet. The mute is a mammoth. When the lama goes home and stews a mammal, the mute blows the trumpet...Old Mo, do it again!"

Lao Mo is silent...

Liu Rumeng: "..."

Chang Wei: "..."

Blessing:"……"

Xiaozhu was so happy. After living on the top of the mountain for so long, she realized that Uncle Xianren still had pets.

A lazy tabby cat, a big yellow dog that is always smiling, and a black myna who is full of weird words like "flax falls".

In an instant, he was playing with three living treasures.

Seeing Xiaozhu so happy, Li Wudao temporarily gave up the idea of ​​letting the little girl practice, and decided to give it one last try.

There was a bald man in the anime in his previous life. He insisted on doing 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and running 10 kilometers every day. After three years of persistence, he broke through some kind of limiter.

Although it seems unreliable, practice is the only criterion for testing truth, so Li Daxian wanted to try it.

If you can't wait for three years, you can do it all at once. One year is 365 days, and three years is 1,095 days.

Li Wudao used a branch to draw the multiplication formula on the ground, and finally came up with the answer.

Push-ups: times!

Sit-ups: times!

Squat: times!

Running: Kilometers!

I went back to my room and put on my short game clothes.

Xiaozhu was tired from playing with the animals and was stopping to rest when he saw a strange scene.

The Master Immortal first put his hands on the ground, stretched his legs, and kept rising and falling. Then he lay down on the ground, bent over and folded in half. He thought to himself that he was worthy of being an Immortal. What a magical way to practice.

Stopped for a while, then went to light a fire to make lunch...

However, Liu Rumeng, who was floating in the air, looked a little shy and said, "What kind of posture is Master doing? It's going up to the sky, then down to the ground..."

Just as he was thinking about it, the owner ran away!

The simple movement goes on and on without a moment's pause.

Laifu was still running with me happily at first, but after two laps, he stopped eating and stuck out his tongue to dissipate heat.

As night fell, Li Wudao sat on the edge of the cliff with a sullen face, a row of black lines on his forehead!

It seems that this decision was hasty... With a strong heart and body as the backing, Saitama completed three years of training in just one afternoon!

The effect...it has no effect at all, and I can't even breathe heavily.

Liu Rumeng floated over gently, and followed Li Wudao's example, sitting on the edge of the cliff, "Master, what are you thinking about?"

In Liu Rumeng's heart, the master is a mystery.

Call him an immortal. It seems that he has no fighting ability in many directions, let alone flying in the clouds.

Call him a mortal, but he cannot be beaten to death, and a drop of his master's blood can save him from being burned by the fire of karma and condense into the body of a ghost general.

In short, she just can't see through it, but those are not important. No matter whether the master is an immortal or a mortal, she is content to be able to follow her master.

Li Wudao was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, what was on his mind...

It's true that he has his thoughts on his mind, but it's not enough for outsiders to understand.

"Xiaomeng, what do you think is the most important thing in life?"

After hesitating for a moment, Li Wudao asked a question that he thought was very profound.

He wanted to look at the problem from a different perspective, but he seemed to have forgotten that Liu Rumeng was not a human being. Well, that was not right. The other party had also been a human being before.

Liu Rumeng really thought about it, and finally answered with two words seriously: "Immortality!"

For her, immortality means being able to stay with her master forever, and there is nothing more important than this.

"Longevity..."

Li Wudao murmured these two words softly, feeling that there was still no need to look at the world from a different angle...

At this moment, Xiaozhu came over respectfully, "Uncle, dinner is ready."