The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

In the north, three thousand miles away, on the mountain next to the water, there are still ancient buildings.

But this time there was a low-key black vehicle parked in front of the ancient building.

A nearly eighty-year-old man with white hair and beard came out of the car with a cane.

The old man asked the driver and the bodyguards to stay outside, but leaned on crutches and walked tremblingly into the building.

In the ancient building, on the third floor.

The man was sitting by the window, holding a few pieces of wooden branches in his hands. Under the shadow of the candle, his tall fingers moved lightly, and the wooden branches were placed on the wooden branch stand on the table one by one.

Looking carefully, the wooden branch frame seems to be some kind of furry little beast.

One section, another section, and the last section of wooden branches were put on. The man turned the table lightly to make sure that the shape was correct. He hung the back of his hand over the little beast's head and stroked it slowly.

If someone is here, they can see wisps of emerald green life energy escaping from the man's wide palm and blending into the wooden branches like rain.

Soon, a group of snow-white and furry things appeared on the table.

The beautiful golden eyes opened, the man closed his hands, and the fluffy thing ran over with its fluffy tail, da da da, poking its hairy head to rub against the man's tiger's mouth.

The man turned his hand slightly, clasped his fingers backwards, and scratched the little thing's chin, and the hairball immediately let out a rumbling sound of enjoyment.

Buckle, buckle, buckle.

There were knocks on the door, three slow knocks, as if afraid of disturbing the people inside.

"Come in."

squeak-yah-

The ancient door was slowly pushed open, the old man came in respectfully, turned around and closed the door, and bowed tremblingly to the man, "My lord, you are awake."

The man turned his head, looking like an old man unexpectedly.

"Why are you so old?" Fragile human beings always seem to age so easily.

The old man's face froze, but fortunately he was bowing his head, hiding his expression, and replied vaguely: "Accidentally leaked a few times."

The man frowned slightly, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just said, "Arrange an identity and residence for me in Rongcheng."

The little beast whose jaw was being scratched had spread out into a puddle of cat cakes, the man withdrew his hand, and the snow-white cat stretched out its paws to keep it.

He thought for a while, "Arrange another position, from the Department of Strange News."

The old man bowed his waist, "Okay, I will transfer the head of the Rongcheng branch and arrange the position of the head for you."

"No need." The man rejected his proposal, "It's best if no one pays attention."

After finding all the things, he will leave. He has no sense of presence, and the identity that will not attract people's attention is the most suitable status.

"Yes."

The old man responded respectfully, raised his head from a small angle, and noticed the cat in the man's hand. He was a little puzzled when he started raising cats, and asked tentatively, "Do you need to find more good-looking cats?"

"No need." The bony hands pinched the back of the cat's neck.

The little white cat who was scratched was so comfortable that it squinted its eyes, and instinctively wanted to roll on the spot, but was picked up the next moment.

The round little chubby legs moved, and the little cat tilted his head, as if he didn't understand why he was suddenly suspended in the air.

The man is holding the cat at eye level.

Soft and easy to pinch, can meow, can roll, likes to comb, and will spread into cat cakes if combed like it.

It should be the type that teenagers like, right?

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"despair."

"despair."

On the ancient small building, outside the window, two branches merged into one strand, knocking on the window lattice.

In the room, under the window sill, on the two-meter-wide bed, the quilt rolled slowly and wriggled a few times, and a boy-like figure emerged from it.

The young man squinted his eyes and looked towards the window. There were a large number of tree branches sticking to the window, crowded together and blown by the wind. It felt like a wild demon dancing wildly.

Wrapped in the quilt, he rolled a few times, rolled to the window, opened the window in a daze, and pressed down the branch with his hands behind his back, "You're disturbing my eyes."

Branches rustled against the window, "Someone is coming."

The boy slowly sat up with the fluffy quilt in his arms, his eyes blindfolded, "Who is it?"

"Chen Yu."

Who?

Le Ning turned on the machine slowly, and pulled out the person from the mess of memory.

Oh, that poor little man who was taken in by the miasma.

He yawned loudly, "Got it."

Seeing that the person responded, the branch retracted to the branch on this side, turned to the other side, coiled the branch, and flexibly sent a plate of white and fat buns, and placed it on the desk by the window.

Le Ning hugged the quilt and buried it for a few minutes before slowly getting up.

Halfway through, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly looked back.

Well, there was no other himself on the bed.

The body followed the spirit.

Today is also a day of peace of mind!

Satisfied, Le Ning picked up the steamed stuffed bun and walked downstairs slowly.

Going down to the first floor, you can feel the dappled sunlight leaking from the banyan leaves.

He really picked up the treasure.

Originally, it was just planted casually, but I didn't expect the banyan saplings to absorb the spiritual energy and jump up quickly. When they grow taller, they will stretch out branches and roots, which can not only clean the yard, but also repair walls and tiles.

It also took its own name, Song Rong, the banyan of the banyan tree.

You can even cook.

Although it doesn't matter if he doesn't eat for three or two days, who makes the food made by Song Rong delicious?

Le Ning was holding a bun in his mouth, stepping on the dappled sunlight on the ground to play, and suddenly heard the soft sound of tiles rubbing against each other.

Looking up, the little fairy cat is swinging its big thick tail, walking gracefully on the top of the door eaves on the first floor.

He meowed habitually, and clocked in the daily plan to lure cats and cats.

Xiaoxian Mao's clear cat pupils looked over, meowed as if responding, and took two steps in his direction.

Le Ning blinked, looking forward to it.

I saw the little fairy cat walking to the edge of the eaves, shaking its snow-white fur.

Use your hind legs.

Suddenly, he jumped up lightly.

The whole cat was like a fluffy snowflake, and the pink pads of its four paws flashed past.

Le Ning stopped breathing for a moment, for fear of scaring the snow-white kitten.

Then, the next moment, the soft weight belonging to Maomao fell into his arms.

What a bliss it is to have a beautiful little fairy cat in your arms!

Le Ning was elated, and quickly hugged the little fairy cat.

"Woo... Meow..."

Anyone who has ever raised a cat knows that meowing is of course soft and sweet, but the kind of meowing with a little purr in the throat is even more heart-pounding.

Waxy and coquettish, with an aggrieved appearance, people can't wait to praise the whole world to it.

Le Ning hugged the cat with one hand, and rubbed the cat's face with the other hand.

Round face and round ears, snow-white fur, fairy and cute, his baby cat is so rua!

The opportunity never came again, he immediately gave a big mouthful.

The little fairy cat rested its paws on Le Ning's chest, looking at him with thick, honey-like cat pupils, and didn't resist at all when kissed, and even meowed sweetly.

Le Ning loves her so much that she can't wait to rua it a thousand or eight hundred times, and after kissing her, her forehead will stick to it.

Mao Mao suddenly changed from a cold little fairy cat to a clingy person, I don't know if it is because of the familiarity.

Le Ning walked into the yard with the cat in his arms, but he didn't know if it was his illusion, he always felt that Xiao Xianmao's eyes were not so lively.

Walking into the yard, Chen Yu had already come in for a while, hugging a big potted plant, huddling pitifully by the table, looking at the root of the tree pouring water for him in fear.