The plot of Cultivation of Immortals is unreliable

They fell into the outer gate halfway and stayed there for a few days. Song Yuandan and Qingyuan also learned from the patrolling elders why they were so unlucky.

It turned out that a few years ago, before the two of them came here, several groups of people had already visited, and they even stole a lot of things, including those annotations on the content outside the bloodline data, so the highest level has not been seen for several years. Entered.

Once someone comes, those old guys don't come so fast!

It turned out to be the muddy water left by others.

Song Yuandan's trauma from being scratched by the sword has already healed. He is looking out of the water mirror in the cave. The place is flat and open, and he can look away in time when someone comes.

After looking at it for a while, he withdrew his gaze and sat upright on the small couch, "You said it was a plan to give up food because of choking, and even the disciples were not allowed in to prevent theft?"

Qing Yuan raised his eyes lightly, "Explanation is still useful, if it weren't for this little cave, you and I would have to be skinned even if we didn't die."

Song Yuandan was amused by these words, and leaned on the couch, his long legs were raised high on a few pieces of spiritual armor piled up beside the couch, and the scabbard hanging from his thighs was taken off, "That's right, when you meet Xiu Those who are taller can only run."

Qing Yuan looked at the black leather boots that were almost stretched out in front of his face, his face was not moved at all, and he quietly stepped back a foot, "

If you want to intercept others, don't take the idea of ​​those high-ranking monks. Some monks in the sect predict that people with great luck will be born in several directions in the southeast, northwest, and how many immortals will come out now. Believe it or not , be careful to run into hard nails. "What he didn't say was that his nephew might be one of them.

Song Yuandan was not so surprised. Blocking the road and robbing also requires good information, "Well, I know, but what should you do with your sect, if you get involved, there will be no scum left?" Song Yuandan blinked, The latter sentence is tinged with humor.

Knowing that the other party took them seriously, Qing Yuan was relieved, he didn't want the three former brothers to end up with nothing left.

"I've already been involved. The sect is going to elect the next head. If it's fast enough, I can escape unscathed." If it drags on, I can't blame others.

Song Yuandan sneered, "It's true that I met you and I can't retreat." Then he remembered something, and asked Chi, "What did that person say?"

What else can I say?Qing Yuan looked at Song Yuandan, his usual handsome and unruly face was filled with... uneasiness, without any interest in teasing, Qing Yuan said, "The world is uncertain, nothing can't be changed, this time it will People from the upper realm come down and participate, and there is still room for change.”

Song Yuandan heaved a sigh of relief. He never needed to cover up in front of Qing Yuan, because he couldn't cover up, and his tone became lighter, and he joked, "Then it's better not to say it. What's the difference between saying it and not saying it?"

"Yes, you can survive even the worst situation. As long as you can survive, you can survive to the end. It's a fortune teller." Qing Yuan gently said the answer that he didn't believe, it was no different, even though a monk They are all going against the sky by their own manifestations, taking away the good fortune of the world and giving themselves vitality, but when the disaster really comes, how many monks can escape it, the sky is big, and the earth is big, so there is no disaster.

Song Yuandan was more open than Qingyuan, "Since that's the case, what are you worried about? Worried about your sect?"

Qing Yuan shook his head, "When I took over the sect, the head of the sect said that as long as I have no regrets, it doesn't matter if I leave the sect. He just didn't want the sect to be destroyed by him, and he would have no face to see his master when he died. , Now Daoist sect has changed from a mountain sect to the current situation, even if I lose the position of head, I will not feel sorry for him."

"Then what are you worrying about? I think you hide a lot of old guys. When you pick people, you look for the same kind of people. They won't take the initiative to make troubles. I don't believe there is a disaster. They owe you." Can you pay it back? This is not about one or two people, nor is it that you don’t have to pay back if your sect is destroyed.” Song Yuandan didn’t care.

An old friend from the same period, he once had the opportunity to take shelter under the sect, but according to his temperament, no one dared to accept him except the person in front of him. It's a good situation, but it's more in line with him outside.

His way is to kill, regardless of good or evil, regardless of injustice, if you don't like it, kill it, no matter how much you count, if you can't beat it, run away.

Qing Yuan exhaled lightly, and decided to say hello in advance, "Then what if your nephew is also one of them? What if the Zhu family's injuries are more serious when counting him than other people?"

Song Yuandan choked, and immediately retorted, "It's not like your nephew."

Qing Yuan: Really not!

But this can't be said, if the third younger brother knew that Lin'an was neglected by him and developed such a temper, he might hit someone, he would definitely not be able to run away.

According to the temperament of the third brother, let alone leaving here, he will only force An'er to exercise his character.

"In my opinion, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and nephews are the same, we can't intervene." Qing Yuan lowered his eyelids, only giving him an extra hand.

This sentence is in line with Song Yuandan's temperament, but he was surprised when he said it from Qing Yuan's mouth, and of course he would not refuse, "Of course, I can't protect him forever. When we are so old, we don't know where to go to other people's nest How could he be so comfortable."

Loose cultivators tend to be disdainful of being with the sect disciples, but also envious and jealous. They think that they can practice faster than them only if they have the resources of the sect. Most of them don't believe their reputation outside.

But this does not include Song Yuandan, he seldom robs those disciples of the sect, the little disciples have nothing good, some elite disciples are more cunning than them, and they cherish life, there are many treasures in the bottom of the box, most of them are difficult to chew .

I don’t even bother to be with them, the news of the big sect, the magic way will only spread faster, why bother to find the problem by yourself, in terms of resources, of course it is fast to rob others, even if you miss it and have a small cave, at least you can protect yourself. Life is safe.

However, Song Yuandan is no exception when it comes to looking down on the protected disciples of the sect in certain matters. However, Qingyuan put his nephew in his care. If you intervene, then you must let the little nephew experience it by himself.

It was rare for the two to reach an agreement, and both Song Yuandan and Qing Yuan, who had been hidden from the catastrophe, were extremely satisfied.

A few days later, the two of them repaired and set foot on the way home. As for the useless disciples they held hostage, they just threw them away halfway.

As for the closure of the sect?That's not a problem, the traces of leaving with others many years ago have not changed. Qingyuan also praised the person who dug the tunnel for his clever thinking. Not to mention the outer door, he dug next to the dining hall. How many people pass by every day, "A big coincidence doesn't work."

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Zhu Huan woke up chaotically, but he was dizzy, and he still felt that someone was always pulling him. This feeling... It's like taking your arms off, kneading them into balls and putting them on your body , similarly, including the head, legs, and the whole body are like kneading dough, kneading together, and then the hand starts kneading here and scratching there, just like kneading a clay figurine.

Slightly weird!

Zhu Huan began to struggle, but it was useless. No matter how hard he struggled, he was still pinched into... a cat, or maybe it was aware of his waking up, the movement behind that hand quickened, before pinching the right side It doesn't matter when it is kneaded into a noodle shape when it is clawed, and the tail is missing at the back! ! !

After waking up from a big dream, when I woke up and sat up, I realized that I was sweating all over. I let out a long breath, and reached out to wipe the sweat from my forehead. The sweat was profuse, and my back must be soaked.

Zhu Huan turned around and got off the couch... Wait, the touch under the palm was real and exaggerated, the silky blanket was dented, and when he got out of bed, he realized that he had transformed back!

changed back.

Zhu Huan almost cried with joy, he was so happy.

But the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.

He is still in Caomutang!

Only he and Zhao Rong are left alone!

……

Is he going to hide?

There was no time for him to think about this deep question, and footsteps sounded outside the door.

Zhu Huan rushed into the quiet room and looked at the underground mechanism. If there is anything in this side hall that makes him feel safe, the quiet room is undoubtedly the only one.

As soon as Zhao Rong got the news that the main hall was open, he rushed to look for his junior brother excitedly, pushed the door open and found that he was not there, walked in and knocked on the door of the quiet room, "Junior brother, are you in?"

Zhu Huan really wanted to pretend he wasn't there, but it wasn't easy to pretend he wasn't there. Otherwise, the senior brother went out to look for himself, and if he didn't find him, he would still come to look for him. In a dead end! !

Fortunately, Zhao Rong didn't care if he didn't get an answer, or he also remembered this, "Knock on the door when the younger brother is here, and make some noise."

God assists!

Zhu Huan knocked on the door twice, then quickly took out his pen and ink, only then did he notice something was wrong, his hands... were covered with white fluff.

Or call it a claw?

Quickly write down 'what's the matter', and find that the font should not be so neat, change another sheet, and draw 'what's the matter? 'Three words, the tip of the claws did not fail to scratch the paper as it was entrusted.

The paper was slipped out from under the door.

Zhao Rong didn't care, looked at the paper and replied, "The door is open, you can leave as you please, junior brother, you can go out with me."

Zhu Huan regretfully refused with blood on his face, "I still have to retreat." If the paws can be covered if they go out, then...he has an extra tail ==

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