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Chapter 672 First-class magic stick vs silly roe deer spirit 37
In March of Yangchun, the grass grows and warblers fly, the grass and trees in the slope fields are lush, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the sky light.

One old and two young, walking on the path full of weeds.

The old Taoist kicked his legs, full of pride: "Finch, how does it feel to be occupied in the exclusive seat? Are you going to die of anger?"

Xihe glanced at him: "You still can't stop your mouth after eating?"

The old Taoist took a bite of the rice cake and closed his eyes contentedly: "Hmph, it's useless for you to be angry. It's only natural for an apprentice to recite his master!"

Along the mountain road, stop in front of a ruined temple.

The old Taoist came down and walked in. The temple was leaking everywhere, withered grass covered the ground, half of the face of the Bodhisattva was gone, and a small swaying flower grew out of the hand holding the jade bottle.

The sun poured down from the roof, shining several beams.

Holding sesame seed cakes in his arms, the old Taoist staggered to the haystack in the corner, lay down, and sighed: "Walking around, I finally found that the ruined temple is still comfortable."

The two of Xihe stood in front of the door, watching him quietly.

The old Taoist took out the old liar's plaque, rubbed it carefully for a while, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes: "Wang Laoguo, I don't know if you have crossed the Naihe bridge? Will you still be poor in your next life?"

"Oh, I'm getting old, I can't even bite into this rice cake."

He opened his eyes, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and passed the pancake over: "Here, bird, you used to rely on this crap to survive."

Xihe walked over and took it from his hand with a calm expression: "It looks pretty good."

The old Taoist raised his head and laughed, coughing uncontrollably. Yuan Bao stepped forward and patted him on the back, muttering: "Master..."

On the baby's face, the big eyes were full of tears, obviously aware of something.

The old Taoist raised his hand to wipe it for him, but after a while he lowered it weakly, and grinned: "Forget it, let your wife wipe it, the bird is the most stingy, I will wipe her hair for you."

Xihe raised her eyebrows: "You understand."

The old Taoist rolled his eyes: "Who doesn't know your dog temper?"

After talking for a long time, he couldn't help coughing hard. He had the illusion that his lungs would be coughed out. He collapsed on the wall and waved his hands: "No, no, no, the old man can't bear it, he has to go."

Yuan Bao burst into tears: "Master!"

The old Taoist looked at him and smiled: "Apprentice, can I see you in another way?"

With a relaxed smile on his face, Yuan Bao was instantly dumbfounded by what he said, and subconsciously looked at Xihe, wondering how the master discovered his identity.

Xihe nodded: "Open your eyes, master."

The old Taoist nodded: "Yes, the old Taoist really hasn't seen many monsters."

Yuan Bao blinked his eyes and turned into a mighty and tall silly roe deer. He tentatively stepped forward and rubbed against the old Taoist. Keke..."

Yuan Bao was ashamed and immediately turned back into a human body.

Xihe's face turned dark: "What's wrong with the roe deer, our Yuanbao is so smart!"

The old Taoist nodded again and again, smiling with tears in his eyes, and finally stepped forward to touch Yuan Bao's head, and stroking her hair regardless of Xihe's awkwardness, and said in a gentle voice: "Quiniao, please protect your husband more from now on."

It's okay to be stupid, but still a monster, what can I do without the protection of the birds?
Xihe thought in his heart, this guy looks good, but actually he is bad inside, but he said: "This is my husband, so you need to say it."

The old Taoist nodded again and again: "That's right."

Let go of your hands, lean against the wall, and close your eyes: "Okay, you go out, the old man wants to be alone for a while."

(End of this chapter)