This witch, please stay

Chapter 68
In that still river of time, Xun Ming looked around, and all he could see was a gray and empty space.

He frowned slightly, while he was a little curious about where he was sent, and on the other hand, he didn't dare to act rashly because of the unknown environment.

Always be careful sailing for thousands of years.

When he took out two talisman seals from his sleeve and was about to throw them around to "explore the way", it seemed that the gray haze that completely covered the entire space suddenly began to change.

Group after group of gray clouds seemed to turn into mist, and then condensed into extremely small liquid droplets one after another, and finally fell down one after another, finally converging into a gray-white cloud at his feet. The gurgling stream flowed in one direction, and finally disappeared at the end of his vision.

Just when Xun Ming had some vague guesses in his mind, the gray-white stream suddenly stagnated, then flowed backward for thousands of miles, and then flowed again.

The gray and white world suddenly changed.

……

A towering blue and white mountain, at the foot of the mountain, a fairy-like old Taoist followed a little fat man holding a big red candied haws in one hand, and began to walk up the mountain step by step.

But he still didn't take a few steps, the little fat man was out of breath, turned his head to look at his cheap master, and said, "Master, why don't I cultivate such a fairy, I want to go down the mountain."

The little fat man is five years old this year.

……

In the end, he was the little fat man who was dragged up the mountain by his master. He spent all day eating, drinking and having fun. He neither read any poems nor read any secrets of exercises. Every time he waited until his master angrily dragged him to teach him As for the exercises, he just learned a little symbolically.

The days passed day by day like this, this little fat man with a very high seniority because he had an elder as his master, just drifted by so lightly, because of his excellent talent, his cultivation was still acceptable.

However, compared with his talent, that level of cultivation is definitely still far behind.

Later, he got tired of nagging his master, so he turned to body training in a fit of anger.

Do you want to learn Shilaozi Taoism?You have to read books and memorize formulas at the same time, it's annoying to death!
And body training is much simpler. The usual practice of cultivating to death is to beat people and be beaten, and at most add some deadly moves that can be memorized without using the brain.

His master was naturally pissed off at him at first, but in the end he didn't say anything more after seeing that his realm had increased by more than a little after he started training.

……

This year, the little fat man was 30 years old, and it was his first trip down the mountain.

Naturally, the appearance of the monk could not be viewed with the eyes of the mountain. Although he was already in his thirties, the little fat man at that time still looked to be in his early twenties. He had a handsome face and was dressed in white.

Then he met that woman.

On the big river, it was cloudy and sunny, and a sudden gust of wind and rain overturned a fishing boat.

The young man who passed by in the spirit boat just glanced sideways and wanted to leave leisurely without paying attention.

But a figure in blue came rushing over, rescued the fisherman in that boat, and then shot his sword straight into the sky, smashing the spirit boat.

With a swift strike, the backhand punched the nosy woman into the water. The little fat man hurried away, unwilling to entangle with that crazy woman.

Master is right, women are troublesome.

Big breasts, small brains.

Everyone has their own destiny, so why bother to meddle in everything?Are you that God?
But for some reason, the figure in Tsing Yi who was brazenly striking out the sword quietly made a home in the little fat man's heart, but he didn't realize it.

……

They met again many years later, at the opening ceremony of the other sect.

The two people who were already in the Nascent Soul Realm inadvertently looked at each other, and sparks flew everywhere.

That day, the little fat man who already had the reputation of "Fighting Straight to the Immortal Realm" deliberately kept his hand, and beat the woman Jianxiu in green clothes, green sword and green hairband into a pig's head.

But since then, the little fat man has become attached to the female sword repairer like a piece of brown sugar.

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He accompanied her through countless mountains and rivers, one after another, and left footprints in the demon world, the underworld, and the demon world.

But one day later, the woman who had disappeared for a few days reappeared, with red eyes, she punched the little fat man who was already a little fat man in the chest, and then burst into tears.

After coaxing and coaxing, the little fat man realized that the girl was so mysterious in the past few days, and he went to express his love to her senior brother, but he had already regarded them as a pair of senior senior brother, just smiled He patted her head and said, the two should be more tolerant, and don't get angry because of little things.

After drinking with the girl all night, and then sending her back to the sect, the little fat man left lonely.

Twisted melons are not sweet.

I thought people were really interested in me.

It turns out that I'm just a little dog who only knows how to be annoying at people's doors. I quarreled for most of the night, but I didn't even go in the door.

That elder brother is really good, he is proficient in all kinds of poems and songs, and he is good-looking, but he is already in the ruins of a dog day.

Except that he doesn't like her, everything else seems to be more than a bit better than himself.

……

After that night, the little fat man seemed to disappear from the world, and there was no more news from him.

He just took the title of "Wangqing Taoist" casually, and traveled the mountains and rivers like a lonely ghost, going everywhere, but every time they passed through the places they had visited together, they punched very fiercely.

Since then, I have never liked reading, and even the little fat man who would get a headache whenever he saw the densely packed "ghost painting symbols" changed his Taoist robe and put on a blue Confucian shirt, not to mention, he began to recite poems , just like a changed person.

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The Human-Monster War broke out, and Haorantian's southern border was suddenly bloody.

After leaving the customs, the little fat man who had been wandering around for a short time heard the news, soaring into the sky, turning into a long rainbow, and rushing from North Aizhou to the frontier battlefield of South Chanzhou.

You are not even a little Nascent Soul, so what are you doing in that wretched place? !Send to death? !

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A punch that dragged thousands of miles down from the sky smashed the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator with a sword who rushed towards the woman with a sharp smile.

A cyan Confucian shirt fell to the ground, that Freedom Cultivator who was not afraid of anything and dared to punch no matter who he faced, but now his lips were trembling, and he didn't dare to turn around.

Behind him, there was a blood-soaked female swordsman, leaning on a green long sword with only half of it left, and after a hard smile, she fell limply to the ground, no longer breathing.

"It looks pretty good after a change of clothes."

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On that day, a monk with a broken soul broke his immortal path and went straight into the thousands of troops. He fought against two with only his fists and kicks, and beat to death two immortals of the monster race, and the soldiers broke through the enemy's formation.

(End of this chapter)