Chapter 33 Lao Tzu Wants to Become an Immortal

The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves are piled up.

Chen Jiu and Li Xian had already entered the depths of the mountains, and they slowed down a little, walking slowly.

Li Xian still frowned his thick eyebrows, glanced at Chen Jiu, and muttered unwillingly: "I was attacked by him."

Chen Jiu grinned, shook his head and said, "Are you still thinking about your sneak attack?"

The boy frowned, and explained seriously: "It was originally a sneak attack."

"Then you can't beat him even if you don't sneak attack."

After Chen Jiu finished speaking, he looked straight at him, speechless.

The young man thought about it for a while, and felt that it was the same reason, so he was a little discouraged, and said sullenly: "I pulled my crotch."

The young man was downcast, his thick eyebrows were a little listless.

Chen Jiu patted the young man on the shoulder, and said comfortingly: "It's okay, it's only twenty yuan to make up a melee soldier on the opposite side, there is no advantage."

Li Xian looked at him puzzled, not knowing what he meant.

Chen Jiu didn't think about explaining too much. He took two fruits from the big basket behind the young man, handed one to the young man, and ate the fruit leisurely, blowing the autumn wind, straight into the forest.

The young man Pidianpidian followed behind Chen Jiu and bit down on the fruit, his complexion suddenly twisted, he spat out the pulp with a big pooh, and said with a frown, "It's so sour."

Only then did Chen Jiu spit out the pulp that had been in his mouth for a long time, and admitted, "It's really sour."

The boy wondered, "Why don't you vomit when you're so sour?"

Chen Jiu asked back, "You only hurt me?"

Difficulties are shared, and blessings are alone.

This is the great benevolence and righteousness in the world.

Li Xian's elm head seemed unable to turn around, but he still felt that what Chen Jiu said was reasonable, so he nodded in agreement.

The two looked at each other.

Chen Jiu threw the fruit in his hand, and asked doubtfully, "Who bought this fruit?"

Li Xian nodded directly, "It's me."

"Why do you buy something so sour?"

"The stall owner said it was sweet."

"Is it sweet when he says it's sweet?"

"if not?"

Chen Jiu was speechless, threw the fruit away, glanced at the young man, hesitated to speak, and finally turned into a sigh.

The boy suddenly wondered, "Why do your eyes have a yellow light?"

Chen Jiu was startled, and quickly touched his eyes, "Don't scare me."

How come all the yellow light came out!

Li Xian took a closer look and became more certain, "There is a little yellow light in the blue light."

The boy paused for a moment, then asked doubtfully, "Are you going to die?"

Chen Jiu's expression was dull, and then he was not ashamed to ask, "How can you see that?"

The young man explained: "After the blue light, there is a yellow light. Isn't this just a return to light?"

Chen Jiu gave him a thumbs up and praised, "Top understanding."

It turns out that you, kid, wish I could die.

The inner ghost has been found.

Then he didn't stop, hurriedly found a small pool, and leaned over to compare.

There was a strong blue light in the pupils of the blue-clothed man in the water, and in the center of the blue light, the center of the pupils, there was a golden light alone.

Like the finishing touch.

Chen Jiu blinked.

At this time, Li Xian came running with a big basket on his back.

Chen Jiu suddenly slapped his thigh and laughed loudly.

"I want to become a fairy!"

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In the city of Kongtong Secret Realm, there has been a strange thing in recent days.

For some reason, someone in the city actually inquired about the whereabouts of Chen Xiaoren, and paid a lot of money to search for it. Those who provide information, if the search is true, will be rewarded.

This caused a little disturbance.

If there is no benefit, it is not too early, which is beneficial, and naturally many people go there, looking for traces of Chen Jiu inside and outside the city every day.

If Chen Jiu found out, there would still be so many people who cared about him.

It is estimated that he will shed some tears, and then hold his fists to negotiate with that person for a reward of five or five cents.

However, Chen Jiu didn't return to the city for a few days, and went straight to the mountains with the young man. It was difficult for these people to find his traces. No one has been able to get the bounty so far.

In the tall mansion in the north of the city.

Yang Lei sat on the chair and asked the young man in front of him: "Then such a tyrannical four-level body cultivation, is it really this notorious Chen Xiaoren?"

The young man squinted and smiled, reached out and rubbed his earlobe lightly, and said with a casual smile, "You're not the only one who can hide clumsiness."

Yang Lei frowned.

This Chen Xiaoren must have hidden too deeply.

After contemplating for a moment, he continued to ask, "The gourd?"

The young man lowered his head and smiled and said: "All magic weapons in the world are spiritual, and they will choose their own master. Since this gourd has chosen him, then its luck must be extraordinary. It is better not to provoke such a person with grandeur. If the sky is dead, he can come and dig your grave."

The burly man frowned, "Then don't care?"

The handsome young man shook his head and said something vague.

"Don't care about anything."

The next sentence, even if the young man didn't say it, Yang Lei roughly guessed it.

Kill if something happens!

Once this kind of monk with grandeur is enmity, he must not stay.

The next step is equivalent to giving Chen Xiaoren a choice from the north of the city.

It is to distinguish between grievances and grievances, and to get back with revenge, so that you have to make some unpleasant things and die an undeserving person.

It's better for everyone to be safe, live in peace, and even make some friendships, so that they can smile when they meet in the future.

This second choice is a good thing, it depends on whether Chen Xiaoren is smart enough, and whether he acts in a spirited manner.

People who are not smart or act too high-spirited don't live long.

The young man narrowed his eyes, rubbed his earlobe, and smiled again: "You have had some conflicts with the four sons of the Taibai Sword Sect, so don't go out for a while these days, just calm down for a while."

Yang Lei frowned, and asked back: "These four wastes are also worthy?"

The young man chuckled: "Do you really think they are trash?"

Yang Lei sneered, "It's just good luck to get a good flying sword."

The young man tapped the armchair lightly with white jade-like fingers, tilted his head slightly, and said with a smile, "It's okay to say that the other three are trash, but Jing Zhenghong is the only one who doesn't count."

After a moment of hesitation, the young man said something that shocked Yang Lei even more.

"The next wave of ten people in the city will definitely have this Jing Zhenghong."

Yang Lei already looked horrified and couldn't believe it.

The young man smiled again.

"Of course, there must be me, and my ranking should be higher than him."

Yang Lei was puzzled and asked, "So sure?"

The young man shook his head and chuckled.

"For luck, you can't fake it."

He has great luck and has become a man of mountains and rivers.

Sitting in the mountains and rivers, it is like a small world. In his world, dragons don't sing, tigers don't howl, and little sword repairers are ridiculous.

Can a sword cultivator fly a sword higher than the sky?

Maybe the whole world has it.

But it's a pity that there is no such thing in this city.

When he enters the five realms, he needs the power of heaven and earth to take the first place in the city.

The flying sword of the sword repairer and the fist of the body repairer are all under the sky and the earth, so they just bow their heads and kowtow to their own world.

He stood up slowly, put his hands behind his back, said to the burly man to wait a while, and walked slowly to the door.

When he stepped out of the door, the spiritual energy of the world within a hundred meters of the mansion suddenly condensed.

Every time the young man takes a step, the aura of heaven and earth gathers suddenly, as if desperately squeezed.

When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, there was already a small world around him.

The four monks at the door creaked and sweated profusely, holding on tightly.

The young man narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Kneel down."

The monks of the four realms made a "plop" and knelt down on the spot.

It's the small world around you.