As long as there are enough vests, the plot can't kill me

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If there are passengers who bring their brains on board, please hand them over to the conductor for safekeeping to avoid any danger.

I wish you a pleasant journey!

……

Speaking of which, if you can cultivate immortality, who would want to learn martial arts?

But there was a stubborn guy who came to the great world of cultivation called Daqianjie for twenty-five years. Instead of practicing Taoism seriously, he learned all kinds of mundane martial arts and practiced them with great pleasure.

Not only that, she also did not miss out on those unofficial historical anecdotes, travel notes, and strange stories and legends, and her principle was to accept all of them.

As long as it's not about entering the Tao, I'll watch anything.

Fortunately, Lin Xiao, this stubborn guy, is lucky enough. His family is special and one branch of the family is mainly responsible for the management. It is enough for him to bring benefits to the family.

Otherwise, if it were any other cultivation family, no matter how successful they were in the business sector, the position of the young master would be squeezed out by others in a minute.

Today, Young Master Lin practiced sword skills for a long time after getting up as usual, then washed up again before sitting at the table refreshed.

giggle!

"Miss, Lin Kong wants to see you."

Hearing the sound of sword dancing in the courtyard disappear, Lin Kong, the Lin family's chief steward, stood at the door and hesitated for a long time, but finally he gritted his teeth and knocked on the gate.

"come in."

"Miss, these are the books I bought this month."

Lin Xiao, who had been writing at his desk, caught a glimpse of the thin book beside him. He immediately raised his head and looked at the housekeeper with obvious questioning eyes.

Just one?

Butler Lin swallowed and said nothing. He returned the look and nodded heavily.

Just one book.

Maybe next month, there won’t be even one left.

At first, Lin Kong thought that the task of buying books for his young lady should be very simple. There were as many books as needed on mundane martial arts, travel notes, and miscellaneous talks, and it would take hundreds of years to finish reading them.

Thinking about it now, he wanted to slap himself to death for making such a boast.

From being easy at the beginning, to being struggling later, and to being bald now, the butler truly experienced what it meant to draw inferences from one instance to another.

In just twenty years, I can barely get anything done in a month just to find a few books with different content and approaches.

This book of sword-fighting experience in front of me is still the stock at the bottom of the box.

"You don't have to look for it specifically anymore."

Understanding the housekeeper's sad look, Lin Xiao couldn't help but smile, and then asked casually, "What day is today?"

"Today is January 20th, and there are still twelve days until your birthday. The head of the family has been preparing for a long time."

"Oh, is there any new movement over there recently?"

"Still the same."

Lin Kong answered truthfully, but turned around and thought about it and lowered his voice and said, "Miss, they are already dissatisfied with your delay in entering the Dao. Who knows what they might think of convincing the old ancestor to come forward."

Lin Xiao didn't feel surprised by this and didn't even frown.

Whether or not to enter the Tao is just an excuse. It would be strange if no one was greedy when the peaches are ripe.

"I understand. Just keep an eye on my dad and let them handle the rest."

"Yes."

When the butler left, his steps were so brisk that it seemed as if he was about to take off. Not only did Lin Xiao laugh, but even Uncle Kun, who was on guard duty and was sitting quietly under a tree sharpening his knife, couldn't help laughing.

"Girl, what are you looking for?"

Uncle Kun was not a guard trained by the Lin family, but he fell in front of the Lin family’s door twenty years ago and was picked up by Lin Xiao.

Over the years, he watched the little girl grow up little by little, and most of the time he didn't understand what Young Master Lin was doing.

Mundane martial arts, unofficial historical legends, and strange stories are not suitable for a young lady from an aristocratic family, but she just likes them and is willing to spend a lot of money to collect them.

Today was the first time that Uncle Kun put aside his identity as a bodyguard and used the tone of a semi-elder to ask the doubts buried deep in his heart.

"Uncle Kun, actually, I can't really explain what I'm looking for. Maybe it's just a dream."

A dream about becoming an immortal!

In the dream, someone opened the gate of heaven with a sword, showing the style of a sword immortal.

Some people use Lingchuan Mountain as their base to cultivate the spirit of nature.

Some people are very good at writing and have achieved enlightenment through painting.

Some people were inspired by observing the heaven and earth and ascended to heaven in broad daylight, leaving behind legends of becoming immortals on earth.

Some people have mastered martial arts and reached the pinnacle of martial arts.

There are people...

As a person born with memories of past lives, Lin Xiao was not sure whether he was traveling through time or had what Buddhists call innate wisdom.

She was inevitably influenced by the information from modern society. She always felt that the cultivation system in the universe was too rigid and that the cultivators were like products coming off an assembly line.

In this world, whether one can enter the Tao and the heights one can reach in the future all depend on one's spiritual roots. Having a single spiritual root is the best, while having five spiritual roots is the worst.

Such dull rules have no fairy spirit at all. They have neither the charm of Taoist refining essence into qi, nor the spirit of using the body as a furnace to melt the way of creation.

Isn't it a bit monotonous to cultivate immortality only by relying on spiritual roots?

It is not because Lin Xiao himself has the talent of five spiritual roots that he subconsciously belittles this world.

Because there are ways to change spiritual roots in the world, children of wealthy families don't have to worry about their talents.

Even if you can't buy the best one, it's easy to get the inferior double spiritual roots.

On the contrary, it is precisely the existence of this patch-like method that makes everything seem even more inconsistent, making people want to find other ways.

Anyway, even if the five spiritual roots start late, it won’t make much difference.

But dreams are just dreams after all. Twenty years have passed, and Lin Xiao cannot say that he has gained nothing. At least he is in good health and has no illness or disaster.

After reviewing her experiences in this life, she shook her head gently, took out a piece of white paper and started writing again.

It’s time to wake up from the dream!

Uncle Kun on the side was already accustomed to the little girl's unconventional nature, so he got a confusing answer, which was well accepted.

However, when he came to the table and saw the contents on the paper clearly, his cheeks trembled violently.

[Da Qian Kun calendar 136,544, February 2, weather: sunny.]

[The five elements belong to earth. The evil starts from the north, rushes to the dog, then turns to the west, and finally avoids the south and falls to the east...]

[Advisable: traveling to visit friends, praying for a happy marriage. Undesirable: moving house, treating illness and starting a cooking stove. ]

"Girl, are you planning to switch to fortune-telling?"

The weather has been predicted twelve days later. Isn't this fortune-telling?

Unexpectedly, after hearing the fortune-teller's words, Lin Xiao nodded directly, "If the old guys are deliberately hiding their abilities, maybe I will really have to go for fortune-telling in the future."

After saying this, Uncle Kun's expression became unusually serious. "Have you decided?"

"Yes, I have been the young master of the Lin family for long enough." Lin Xiao said firmly, and it was obvious that he had made up his mind.

Thinking that the practice system was rigid and pursuing the imaginary path to immortality was only a small part of the reason why she wasted her time.

As for the other half, it’s a bit mysterious.

The experience in his previous life told Young Master Lin that there might be some kind of plot similar to that in novels in this world, and his future would be very bad.

Trying hard to find immortals is a form of self-salvation, and it adds weight to changing one's destiny in the future.

Looking at Uncle Kun's puzzled eyes, Lin Xiao shook his head and smiled. It was absolutely impossible for him to tell the secrets of his two lives out loud.

After setting the date, she carefully calculated with her hands while perfecting the rough almanac.

The attitude is quite serious and the posture is quite professional.

However, Lin Xiao felt that he did not have much talent in this area. Combining the detailed birth data could only be used for fun and was just a showpiece.

Uncle Kun almost laughed out loud when he saw how serious she was, "Girl, February 2nd is your birthday, why don't you change it to another day?"

Due to the huge cultural differences, February 2nd is just an ordinary day here. Apart from being Lin Xiao’s birthday, it has no special meaning.

"I think that day is just right, and it's a very auspicious day. Oh, Uncle Kun, remember to remind me to sit in the south direction when the time comes."

"Okay, miss." Uncle Kun couldn't help it after all and agreed happily.

After laughing to himself for a while, he looked carefully at the little one who had grown up and suddenly sighed.

"Girl, don't you have a book deal that you haven't completed yet?"

"Uncle Kun, you?" Lin Xiao was stunned when he heard the words, and the surprise in his eyes almost overflowed.

This elder, the one who really couldn't stand him not doing his job properly, often complained about him behind his back together with Lao Lin.

"Go, don't think about it... don't leave any regrets for yourself." Uncle Kun tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth, revealing an unnatural smile.

Hearing the deep emotion in the words, Lin Xiao paused while dipping the ink and poked it directly at the bottom of the inkstone.

After a long while, she slowly lifted the pen, letting black jade drop from the tip of the pen, stirring ripples in the ink pool.

"Okay, please pass a message to the other side."

"Ah."

Uncle Kun turned around and left without any hesitation.

Watching his elders leave, Lin Xiao's eyes gradually became warmer and his smile became more intense.

Excess ink was still flowing from the tip of the pen, but she seemed to dislike the slow speed, so she gently shook her wrist forward.

beep...

Black ink shot out like drops of water and nailed into a tree trunk not far away, making a sound like a string of cannonballs.

Lin Xiao glanced at the linearly arranged ink marks, then looked at the pen tip that was just right, and then continued to be the charlatan's apprentice as if nothing had happened.

What’s the harm if you don’t enter the Tao?

Behaving in the world and being a human being is a form of spiritual practice, and the world is also a secret place!