Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

The old man was not sleepy, so he woke up at daybreak.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Chu Wen was still meditating with Xiu'er lying on his legs. It was obvious that he had not slept all night.

After a little thought, I knew what this boy was thinking.

"I forced you to practice before, but you didn't practice. What's wrong with you today? Why are you so enthusiastic?"

Chu Wen stopped breathing and found that it was almost dawn. He had actually been sitting all night. He laughed awkwardly:

"Master, please keep your voice down. Xiu'er hasn't woken up yet."

As he spoke, Chu Wen carried Xiu'er to the bed, stretched himself, and found that although he had not slept all night, he was still energetic and not tired at all.

"Master, I'll go wake Hua Yan Qiao Yu up."

Chu Wen pushed open the door and just walked into the corridor, Hua Yanqiaoyu jumped down from the roof and looked at Chu Wen with a smile.

Chu Wen was shocked and asked quickly:

"What are you doing on the roof?"

"Practice."

"Practice? Why do you have to climb onto the roof to practice?"

"Absorbing the moonlight."

When the old monk heard this, he rushed out of the room with a few big strides, looked at Hua Yanqiaoyu angrily, and said with gnashing teeth:

"You two have been on the roof all night?"

"Yes Master."

Hearing this, the old monk was so angry that smoke came out of his head.

"Then why did you rent a room? Twenty cents, twenty cents!"

Chu Wen quickly tried to smooth things over: "Master, don't be angry. Next time, don't give them a room. Just let them squat on the roof. Come on, let's go have breakfast."

"What sin have I committed to deserve meeting you? If I am guilty, please let the Buddha punish me, don't let me..."

"Master, you are lucky to have met me. Just wait and see, good days are coming."

"My worst misfortune is meeting you, my grandson. Ever since I brought you back to the mountain temple, I haven't had a single peaceful day..."

……

The group of five ate steamed buns all the way to Niujian Town.

The old monk just kept his head down and hurried on his way, not even looking at the restaurants and food shops on both sides, and refused to stay in the town.

"The city gates will close at 5:55 pm. We must hurry. If we are late, we will have to spend the night outside."

Having said that, regardless of Chu Wen's pleading, the old monk took the lead and walked out of the town.

Chu Wen was extremely unwilling and followed behind with dragging feet.

"Master, please eat before you leave. I am starving."

The old monk kept walking.

"I just ate five steamed buns this morning, and now you're hungry again. Are you a starving ghost?"

"Xiu'er is hungry too."

"You hid two steamed buns in your arms, do you think I don't know?"

"Sweet words and fair speeches are hungry too."

"There's grass everywhere on the roadside. Is there less food for them?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Wen turned around and saw the two rabbit spirits each holding a handful of green grass and eating it with gusto.

These two are easy to support.

Chu Wen thought to himself.

……

When the old monk and his group were rushing to the county town, Jiang Yulang was also on his way.

Jiang Yulang is the abbot of Baiyun Temple in Niubei Town, Shuiniu County. He has the cultivation level of the second level of Qi Refining and possesses the four spiritual roots of gold, water, fire and earth, a typical mixed spiritual root.

Moreover, the four spiritual roots are all of low quality.

He had no school or sect, and relied on a family-inherited technique. After decades of hard practice, he had only reached the second level of Qi Refining.

Two years ago, Jiang Yulang, who was already eighty years old, knew that there was no hope for immortality, so he gave up the idea of ​​practicing cultivation.

He built himself a Taoist temple, recruited a few boys, learned a few skills to exorcise evil spirits and protect the house, and started his ordinary business.

Qi-refining cultivators are actually also mortals. Only after they have established their foundation will they be reborn, and only then will their meridians and acupoints be different from those of ordinary people.

But Jiang Yulang has made great progress in Qi training after all. Ordinary warriors are no match for him, but he can deal with some ordinary ghosts and monsters.

Over the years, Master Jiang had become somewhat famous in Niubei Town, and he looked down on people whenever he walked.

Yesterday, the youngest son of Mr. Zhang from Niudu Town cried all night and asked someone to find him and promised him thirty taels of silver.

Early this morning, Jiang Yulang put on his Taoist robe, carried a sword, and went out to Niudu Town.

Halfway through the journey, we came to the intersection of a valley.

When he turned around, he saw a thin old monk, a young boy and two girls walking towards him on another road.

The young man was holding a baby in his arms.

It was really strange to see these people together, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

This looked bad, and I couldn’t walk anymore.

The sunlight shone through the green leaves, sprinkling on the two slim girls. At first glance, they looked like fairies in a painting.

The two of them were wearing light brown gauze long skirts, sometimes quiet, sometimes lively, with the hems of their skirts swaying lightly, showing their elegance.

Looking closely, they both have picturesque eyebrows and eyes, graceful figures, and elegant temperaments, and they have especially big places where they should be big.

Jiang Yulang, who had lived for 82 years, had never seen such a beauty before and could not help but stare at her in a trance.

He waited until those people came to his side but he didn't come to his senses.

"Stupid."

A sound came into Jiang Yulang's ears, just like a wild boar breaking into a painting of a beautiful lady, ruining the scenery.

When Jiang Yulang came to his senses, the beauty was just passing by.

Looking at the backs of the two beauties, Jiang Yulang, whose teeth were about to fall out, felt as if someone gently touched his heart:

That moment of passing by and the moment of eye contact was like a meteor across the night sky, brief but intense.

In my eyes, they are an elusive flash of light, and in their hearts, I must be a deeply buried expectation.

Although we are so close, we seem to be far away. Even though our love is as deep as the ocean, we can only let this love condense into eternal silence in the moment of passing by.

Are two people who are obviously in love going to have to perform a silent and heartbreaking miss in this quiet valley with a heart full of attachment and helplessness?

Do not!

no way!

In an instant, 82-year-old Jiang Yulang made the biggest decision of his life:

Start a family!

Even the name of his son was chosen: Jiang Shuangfei.

Seeing the beauty getting farther and farther away, Jiang Yulang became anxious and racked his brains for a solution.

......

Chu Wen had long disliked this old man, and his lustful eyes had been staring at Hua Yanyu.

Just look, and open your mouth. It would be fine if you just opened your mouth, but you have few teeth, and you are drooling.

This is so fucking vulgar.

No matter the man's age, when he sees an 18-year-old girl, he thinks the same thing, the only difference is the posture.

Chu Wen felt annoyed, so when he passed by the old man, he couldn't help but say the word "idiot".

He didn't dare to speak to the old man and just pretended to talk to himself.

Because the old man was wearing a Taoist robe, his hair was tied up in a bun, and he had a Hunyuan scarf on his head. Most importantly, he was carrying a huge sword on his back.

So Chu Wen chose a word that he thought others would not understand and started to curse.

How could he know that the word "逼" refers to the same place, both in ancient and modern times.

After walking a long way, Chu Wen asked the old monk in a low voice:

"Who is that idiot?"

The clever words that changed the clothes of mortals