[Comprehensive martial arts] Boy, is there a magic stick?

The old butler was obviously depressed by him, and since then he has formed a relationship with Zhao Feiyu, and from time to time, he will find some magicians who exorcise demons and exorcise evil spirits to take him in, but in the end, none of them have the slightest objection. The powerful Zhao Feiyu easily solved it...

Of course, these are things to follow.

At noon, Zhao Feiyu went back to eat with Ximen Chuuxue, but as soon as he entered the hall, he was startled by a large table full of dishes in front of him.

"Well, I'm just talking casually, you don't have to take it seriously..." After Zhao Feiyu found out that the dishes on the table were what he told the young man before, he felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't expect Ximen Chuuxue to be really satisfied all his demands.

"No problem, you are my sword spirit..." Ximen Chuuxue sat down and said to Zhao Feiyu in front of him.

The other party probably meant that since he was his own sword spirit, the other party was also obliged to feed his own sword spirit or something.

"..." Zhao Feiyu touched his nose, sat down, and began to bury his head in eating the dishes that the young man put on his plate.

After a meal was finally eaten, Zhao Feiyu felt that he was almost fattened, and Ximen Chuuxue fed him in the same posture as the big wolf dog named Dahei that the other party occasionally feeds in the villa.

After he was paralyzed in the chair and couldn't move, he even stretched out his white and immature palm and touched his "dog head" with satisfaction.

Zhao Feiyu: "..."

And since this incident, Zhao Feiyu seldom joked with Ximen Chuuxue anymore, because although the other party was young, he was obviously not the type to joke with, otherwise the result would often be to take the initiative to flirt. That person was completely defeated by the opponent...

After a few days, Zhao Feiyu heard from people in the village that a temple fair was being held at the foot of the mountain, and it was said that there were many very novel and interesting things at the temple fair.

So after Ximen Chuixue finished his sword practice as usual, Zhao Feiyu kept lingering around the other party, hoping that the other party could accompany him to the temple fair at the foot of the mountain.

"It's so boring for you to stay in the villa every day. Anyway, I go down the mountain occasionally for a stroll." Zhao Feiyu sat on the long couch beside him, propped his chin, and said to Ximen Chuuxue who was sitting at the opposite long table reading a book: "It's obviously just a child, shouldn't he be very interested in these things?"

It has been a few months since he came to this world of books, and the boy in front of him has never gone down the mountain even once. Every day, he just practiced swordsmanship and internal skills step by step, learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, studied medical skills, etc. Wait, it doesn't look like an ordinary seven or eight-year-old boy should be.

It stands to reason that he was considered a half-technical nerd in his previous life, but even so, he was not as nerdy as the other party.

Besides, besides the old housekeeper and the servants of Wanmei Villa, there is no one else around Ximen Chuuxue, and the other party's parents don't know where they went, and they left a child alone at such a big age. In the villa... When he was young, no matter how busy his work was, his father would often sneak back to visit him and play with him. Demon boy.

"You can go by yourself." Ximen Chuuxue replied without raising his head.

"But they can't see me except you," Zhao Feiyu shrugged and said, "Even if I want to buy something, I can't help it, and if I want to eat, I can't do it, and it's boring to go shopping with a ghost. It's more interesting to talk..."

The boy Ximen was probably annoyed by his behavior like a Tang monk chanting scriptures. After a while, he finally put down the scroll in his hand, rubbed his forehead and said, "Do you really want to go...?"

"Yeah, to be precise, I want to go with you young man!" Zhao Feiyu nodded repeatedly.

In the end, Ximen Chuuxue couldn't bear his all kinds of slander, so he nodded slightly, agreeing to his request.

So, one person and one ghost left Wanmei Villa with a few guards, and headed towards the middle of the town below the mountain.

The temple fair was really lively, the street corners and the stage were full of jugglers and performers, the peddlers and salesmen carrying burdens kept shouting, and there were also many pilgrims who bought all kinds of tributes and went to the temple to pray for blessings... …

The market is full of noise and traffic, and the aroma from all kinds of small food stalls, mixed with the scent of incense rising from the temple, can not help but produce a kind of illusion of being confused and detached from the world. .

Even Ximen Chuuxue couldn't help showing a hint of emotion when he saw this.

After all, the other party is still a child at the moment, no matter how much he looks like a little adult, no matter how much he doesn't want to come out to play, but he will still be unconsciously attracted by interesting things.

In view of the fact that there were too many people at the temple fair, Zhao Feiyu carefully took Ximen boy's hand, for fear that the other party would get lost in front of him accidentally.

Of course, he would occasionally ask the boy to satisfy him with some relatively innocuous little requests. For example, if he saw any weird gadgets on the street, he would ask the boy to buy them for him, take them back, play with them and study them. Ask the young man to eat with him any delicious food. Of course, in order not to scare other innocent passers-by—for example, let them see that the food not only floats in mid-air but also disappears out of thin air. Eat it after returning to the villa.

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

The two just ate and chatted casually all the way, and when they turned their heads again, they found that the guards of the Wanmei Villa who had followed them before had disappeared at some point. The ferocious crowd, like a Spring Festival travel train station, was swallowed up to nowhere.

...It's a good thing that he had been holding the boy before and didn't let go, otherwise he might not even be squeezed into some corner at this moment.

Now that we have come to the temple fair, we naturally go to the temple to offer incense and pray for blessings.

Ximen Chuuxue knew that Zhao Feiyu's magic power was very high, and he was not afraid of ordinary Taoist monks, but he didn't know whether the other party could enter the temple dedicated to the gods, so he stood in front of the temple gate and raised his head hesitantly to look in his direction: " ..."