Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

"Hahahahaha..."

The old monk laughed and took out a piece of clothing from his arms. It was exactly the piece of clothing that Xiu'er was wearing when she was picked up.

When they went down the mountain, the old monk did not let Xiu'er wear it because he was afraid that the dress was too ostentatious and would attract covetous attention, so he kept it tucked in his arms.

Unexpectedly, the clothes were invulnerable to swords and guns, and they blocked the fatal sword.

Seeing this, Chu Wen widened his eyes in surprise.

"Master! You are really okay!"

"It's okay, it's okay, hahahaha..."

"Master, you were hit by a sword. Are you really okay? Take another look. Is there any bleeding?"

Chu Wen was still worried. He clearly saw the old monk being stabbed, so how could nothing happen to him?

"What are you doing? You want to have a feast? Hahahaha..."

As he said this, the old monk hurriedly stuffed Xiu'er's clothes into his arms and tucked them in tightly.

The old monk saw Chu Wen's actions just now, and he was really touched, but the old monk was born with a bad mouth, and it was extremely difficult for him to say thank you.

"Ah! How is it possible! Master, do you know magic?"

"I don't know any magic. Xiu'er's clothes saved me."

"what?"

"Let's not talk about this for now. Let's talk about it when we get to the city. First, go and see if that bastard is dead."

Chu Wen was so anxious that he forgot about this matter. When he heard this, he quickly turned around to look.

I saw the Taoist priest lying on the ground, convulsing, with blood all over his nose and mouth.

Chu Wen turned around and walked to Jiang Yulang, squatted down, deliberately made a curious expression, looked at Jiang Yulang with a smile in his eyes, and said:

"Are you ok?"

Jiang Yulang's neck was broken and he couldn't speak, but he was still conscious. When he heard these words, he wanted to eat Chu Wen alive.

You are blind!

Grab the bamboo shoots! Which of your eyes is lucky enough to see me?

Chu Wen saw that Jiang Yulang's mouth and nose were covered in blood and he looked really miserable. He felt very happy and cheered in his heart, but he deliberately said:

"excuse me."

After saying that, he smiled, and it was a very shy smile, as if he really felt embarrassed.

Jiang Yulang was going crazy. He screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Chu Wen turned to the old monk and said:

"Master, I'm not dead yet."

"Quick! Kill him! Throw him into the woods! If you don't kill the snake, you will be hurt. If you don't kill it, what if it comes back to life and seeks revenge on us? Quick, kill him. You have to kill him if you have to."

Chu Wen thought about it and it was true. As the saying goes, a gentleman cannot be respected if he is not serious. (Note: A gentleman must use heavy hands when fighting, otherwise he cannot establish his prestige.)

But since it was his first time committing a crime, he felt a little guilty. He looked up at the people in front of him to see if there was anyone who could do it for him.

The old monk was as cunning as a devil and had already retreated away.

He is eloquent but timid, with a look of panic on his face.

It seems that these three people can no longer be relied upon.

Xiuer.

By the way, Xiu'er is watching here, so we can’t teach the child bad things.

Thinking of this, Chu Wen bent down to pick up the peach wood stick, grabbed Jiang Yulang's ankle with one hand, and dragged him into the depths of the dense forest.

"Don't forget your purse!"

I heard the master's earnest instructions from behind me.

Jiang Yulang couldn't move below the neck. He knew that the boy wanted to kill him to silence him. He was so scared that he held his breath and pretended to be dead.

Chu Wen didn't feel how heavy the person he was dragging was, and soon he walked into the dense forest.

He put down his ankle and looked back. The Taoist priest was motionless and seemed to be dead.

I reached out my hand to feel his breath, but there was no breath.

Chu Wen took the man's purse and put away the scabbard.

I was getting ready to leave, but I still felt a little uneasy.

He didn't know if these cultivators had any of the turtle breathing techniques seen in the movies, so just in case, he raised his stick and hit Jiang Yulang on the head.

"bang"

Jiang Yulang's brain burst and he was completely dead.

Until his death, he never figured out why, after practicing for decades, he still couldn't beat a young boy.

I would never know that I would die at the hands of someone who likes watching movies.

Huayan Qiaoyu was very happy to see that his master had defeated the ugly old man and dragged him away and threw him away.

Seeing their master coming back from the jungle, the two of them ran to greet him happily.

In fact, they are both already seventh-order monsters, and their cultivation is equivalent to that of human Nascent Soul cultivators. Although they do not know magic, they have sufficient true energy.

If a fight really breaks out, two Nascent Souls attacking a second-level Qi Refining cultivator can be killed with just one slap, or even with a poke of a little finger.

But they have never fought each other. Plus, rabbits are naturally timid, and before they recognize their owner, they always run away as soon as they smell danger, so this drama happened.

"Master, you are so awesome."

"Master, you are awesome."

Chu Wen looked at the two delicate little girls and thought to himself: Ordering them to fight is indeed a bit too much.

"Why are you so timid? You don't even dare to fight an old man."

"Master, I'm scared."

"Master, I am afraid too."

"He's just a dead old man. What's there to be afraid of?"

"Master, the old man is the scariest."

"Yes, yes, old men are the worst."

……

When the old monk saw that Chu Wen’s stick was covered in blood, he didn’t ask any more questions. He just took the stick and threw it far away.

"Did you take the purse?"

"Take it."

"Go quickly, go quickly."

"Master, this sword is valuable."

"Take it away, take it away."

Chu Wen picked up the Qinggang sword on the ground and inserted the sword into the scabbard. The old monk wrapped the entire scabbard with his tattered clothes.

The scabbard comes with a rope, which Chu Wen tied to his body and carried the scabbard on his back. At first glance, it looks a bit cool and martial arts-like.

"Hurry up, hurry up." The old monk kept urging.

"Boy, I didn't expect you could beat a cultivator with Taoist magic. You're pretty amazing." The old monk said as he walked.

"What a Buddhist monk! I think that old man is just a charlatan. He has no ability at all." Chu Wen said with disdain.

The old monk was shocked when he heard this: "Are you blind? Didn't you see the fireball in his hand?"

"Did it? I didn't see it."

"You... you fool, watch carefully next time, or you will suffer."

"Oh."

"It seems that the technique you practice is extraordinary. You must not show it to others easily. Do you hear me?"

"oh."

"Oh shit, did you hear that!"

"Got it, Master."

The old monk hurriedly led a few people and walked several miles before he let out a long sigh.

"Quick, show me the purse."

Chu Wen sighed, took out a purse from his pocket and handed it to the old monk.

When he took the purse from the Taoist priest, he found that it was very light and estimated that there was only one or two taels of silver in it.

The old monk took the purse, but couldn't open it.

Looking closely, I found that the purse was the size of a palm, gray with gold, and very exquisite.

He studied the purse over and over for a long time, then suddenly his eyes widened and he shouted:

"Big fortune! Big fortune!"

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