Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

Chu Wen drank too much last night and was sleeping soundly with his head facing outward. He was woken up by the sound of someone crying.

He opened his eyes dazedly.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw two heads leaning against the fence. Four eyes were staring at me, and a "wuwuwu" sound was coming from their mouths.

The light in the cell was dim, and Chu Wen couldn't see clearly for a moment. He thought there was a ghost, and he was so scared that his whole body tensed up and his face turned pale. He screamed "Ah" and rolled over and climbed up.

In my excitement, I forgot about the injury on my butt, and after I stood up, I grimaced in pain.

"Master, are you hurt?" Shi Qinghua saw the situation and asked hurriedly.

Chu Wen came back to his senses after hearing that. He looked carefully and saw Shi Qinghuayi and the old monk standing outside the prison door. Those two "female ghosts" lying on the fence were nobody else but sweet-talkers.

"Nimma, I'm going to die in your hands sooner or later! It's not enough that you put me in jail, you chased me to the prison and scared me."

Chu Wen was still in shock, his thighs were in great pain, and he spoke with a grimace as he slowly crawled back to the ground.

Upon hearing this, Hua Yanqiaoyu cried even louder.

"Wuwuwu... Master, I have harmed you, wuwuwu..."

“Wuwuwu… Master, it’s all my fault, wuwuwu…”

When Chu Wen saw them crying like pear blossoms in the rain, his heart softened. His anger subsided a lot and he felt pity for them instead.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. I'll be released after seven days. I'll never let you two idiots go shopping again. Stop crying. I'm fine."

Hua Yanqiaoyu was immediately delighted when she heard what her master said, and she said with a smile in tears:

"Master, you are not angry with us anymore."

"Master, you forgive us."

When Chu Wen saw this, he became angry again. You two are crying here, not because you feel sorry for me, but because you are afraid that I will be angry!

At this time, Shi Qing said, "Master, please come to the prison door. I will help you check your injuries."

Upon hearing this, Chu Wen hurriedly moved towards the fence and lay down next to the prison door.

Shi Qing squatted down, reached one hand into the fence, stopped it five inches above Chu Wen's back, and slowly opened her palm.

In the blink of an eye, a dazzling deep green light emanated from Shi Qing's hand and penetrated into Chu Wen's body.

Instantly, the entire prison was shrouded in green light, and the air was filled with a strong breath of life.

The moss on the wall began to grow wildly, just like the arrival of early spring, when all things revive, overflowing with vitality.

It is also like a thawing river, rushing endlessly, filled with endless energy.

Mingde Sanren who lived next door widened his eyes, staring at the scene in disbelief, stunned.

There is a mysterious formation set up by the Si Tian Jian in this prison. Any cultivator who enters the prison will lose all his cultivation.

This woman can actually cast spells in prison, could she be a Jindan master!

Poverty limited his imagination, and the golden elixir was already the limit of his imagination.

The humanoid creature imprisoned opposite also propped up his arms and stared at the scene intently. Behind his thick messy hair, his originally lifeless eyes widened into a round shape.

What surprised Mingde Sanren was not only that the woman could cast spells in prison, but also the stunning beauty of the four women.

Even though the light in the cell was dim, it still couldn't hide the beauty of the four girls.

Any one of them is a stunningly beautiful person, and there are four of them gathered here, and all of them call Chu Wen Master.

Mingde Sanren really couldn't understand why you would steal buns when you have a Jindan maid!

What serious illness do you have?

As soon as the green light entered Chu Wen's body, all the pain disappeared immediately.

The drowsiness from the hangover disappeared in an instant, and I felt relaxed all over my body, with every cell in my body cheering for joy.

The spell lasted for about ten breaths. Shi Qing withdrew her hand and asked:

"Master, are you feeling better?"

In fact, Shi Qing could heal Chu Wen's injury in just one breath, but she was worried, so she spent more than ten breaths to condition Chu Wen's whole body.

After listening to the poet's question, Chu Wen reached out and touched his buttocks, and found that it didn't hurt at all. He pressed it hard, but it still didn't hurt.

"Haha, your poetry is amazing, I love you so much, ok, all is well! Haha."

He jumped up and laughed.

At this moment, Chu Wen felt that his whole body was full of strength, and every cell was full of energy, as if it had just been fully charged.

The poet blushed when he heard it, and the painter smiled.

Hua Yanqiaoyu looked at Chu Wen eagerly: "What about us? Does the master love us?"

"You two pigs..."

Chu Wen was about to scold them for their flowery words, but when he saw the tears on their faces and their pitiful eyes, his heart softened and he changed his words:

"Love love love, love them all, love all four of them."

"The master is so kind!"

“The master is awesome!”

Huayanjiaoyu immediately became happy.

The old monk felt jealous and didn't know where this boy got his good fortune from. Could it be that all women like crazy men?

With a snort, the old monk asked, "Where did you get all this food? Who gave it to you?"

The old monk hurried to visit Chu Wen in prison. Fearing that Chu Wen was hungry, he bought three meat buns and put them in his arms.

Seeing Chu Wen’s cell filled with food boxes, he couldn’t help but feel angry.

"This was sent by a fan, Master. Are you hungry? I can't finish this. Come on, let's eat together."

As he spoke, Chu Wen brought five almost full food boxes to the fence and opened them one by one.

The old monk saw that the food box was full of delicacies from land and sea, and he felt embarrassed to give away the three buns in his arms.

"Fans? Who are fans?"

"Who cares who he is, Master, come on, come on, eat, eat, don't be polite. It's poetic and picturesque, do you want to eat it... No, okay, come on, eat it with sweet talk."

Huayi took the still sleeping Xiu'er from the old monk, and together with Shiqing, they looked at the four people squatting by the fence with a smile.

"Hey, Master, why are you eating meat?"

"..."

"Master, did you receive the four food boxes I gave you yesterday?"

"Is that really a gift from you?"

"If not me, then who else could it be? Master, do you have other disciples?"

"You are so damn capable! How did you send these things? Who gave you these things? Also, where did you find a sister? Whose widow is Qian? You even said with sweet words that you found a brother..."

The old monk threw out a lot of questions in his mind. Chu Wen just smiled and didn't answer, which made the old monk very anxious.

"Your sister gave us a lot of things, but you didn't believe me. Do you know what she gave us?"

Chu Wen was stunned when he heard this. Thinking carefully, Su Qiutong was the only one in the city who called her sister. Curious, he asked, "What did she give me?"

"Your sister is so good at recognizing people. My god, the gifts she gave us filled up our house. They were all good things, from hoes and hatchets to furniture and furnishings. The toilet bowl was even trimmed with gold. I don't even want to sell the house now."

Chu Wen was happy at first, but later he was frightened when he heard the old monk wanted to sell the house.

"What! You want to sell the house! Master, you can't do this! If you do this, I will betray you immediately!"

"Humph, that house is worth at least eight hundred taels of silver now. Why would we live in such a big house..."

"Eight hundred taels, right? I'll buy it!"

Chu Wen quickly interrupted the old monk, secretly took out a silver note worth one thousand taels from the gourd and handed it over.

He didn't want to tell the old monk that his poetic and picturesque original body was still in the house.

Because this old monk is really unreliable, if he lets something slip, it will bring disaster to the poetry and painting.

The old monk took the banknote in confusion and stared at it.

One thousand taels!

The old monk was startled at first, then his expression changed and he lowered his voice and said:

"Is this a painting by you, damn it?"

Poetry in mortal clothes