Our cultivator in the village

Chapter 40 Ask Yu Blind
It was like a hole was torn open in the curtain covering the sky, and the sunlight came in directly from the outside, and finally there was a breath of freshness in this vast wilderness.

"What a bright sunshine!" The old man built a pergola with his hands, squinted his eyes and said, "Master doesn't have much time, after asking a few questions, you can leave."

Luo Guantong took a step forward and said, "If you want to ask anything, start with me."

The old man shook his head and replied: "The master said that some people can ask, and some people don't need to ask."

He seemed to see everyone's puzzled eyes, and explained: "Women don't need to ask. Among men, those who are ugly don't need to ask, and those who have asked don't need to ask."

The old man looked at Luo Guantong standing in front, and said, "You are the one who has asked, so naturally you don't need to ask."

Luo Guantong said in surprise: "I didn't hear any questions? Old man!"

The old man replied: "Don't be impatient, if the master needs to ask you, you will hear the call in a while."

The old man walked a few steps and stood opposite Song Shao.

He nodded, seemingly satisfied.

In an instant, the two of them turned into a statue, Song Shao only showed half of his smile, and the curve of the corner of his mouth froze there before it was fully stretched.

Song Shao suddenly became dizzy, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was standing in front of the Sanqing Hall of Guihuilai Xifeng.There was no one on the peak, only myself overlooking the entire sect from the cliff.

Song Shao's body has been replaced with a light blue hydration Taoist suit woven with real silk, with eight trigrams yin and yang fish embroidered with gold thread on the front and back, and a Kunlun silk water and fire silk sash tied around his waist.

Looking down, I can see that the three peaks of Guiyimen are still there, but there are many Taoist temples, and it seems that there are many more buildings than before.Next to the three peaks, the original halls of the desolate Chuke Peak and Feilai Peak are very lively. Looking from a distance, a group of disciples are carrying three animals and making a lot of noise. Could it be that they are welcoming the new master to take the throne?

Song Shaoxin said: "This is the Guiyi Sect in the future? Could it be that I have become the suzerain of the Guiyi Sect?"

Just when his heart was beating, a voice rumbled from the sky: "Boy, why are you cultivating Taoism?"

Song Shao was taken aback for a moment, and he replied casually: "To uphold justice, to achieve Taoism and immortality, and to live forever?"

"Really?" He looked in front of him, and told the voice, "Actually, I just want to be the head of the sect."

The voice continued to ask, "Do you have someone you love?"

Wen Muqing's lonely and indifferent look appeared in front of his eyes, but today, he shook his head again and said, "No!"

"Since you have entered this sect, you are destined. I have a panacea here, which is sealed with surging real power, which can be used for three years of hard work and help you win the position of chief disciple; there is a hand scroll of high-level martial arts left by you in a senior class." One copy, together with the Infinite Mantra, complements each other. If you practice the Infinite Mantra the next day, you will be far better than your peers; there are also one hundred top-grade Lingshi, if you use it slowly, the water will flow for a long time, and you will not have to worry about resources for three years! "

"How do you choose?"

"I would like to have a scroll!"

"Giving means going, leaving, and losing—gaining means gaining, taking, and coming. Boy, I will give you a handwritten scroll, which will help you win all the way in the future and aspire to be the head teacher of a sect. "The voice suddenly became gloomy, "But what you gain is what you lose, and what you lose is what you gain. What can you lose?"

Song Shao was dumbfounded, what can I lose?An arm, or ten years of life?
"I don't want you, I just want the life of one of your team!" With a wave of the world lord's hand, the wasteland instantly turned into an oasis, with lush grass, gurgling water, and a towering green tree in it, a divine bird Come down, go around the book three times, and don't go for a long time.

The master of the world said: "In the wilderness of this old man, one side has its own space, and the old man is the master. You can get whatever you want-it's just that the old man's servants seem to be not enough."

"This old man wants to take the life of one member of your team and leave his remnant soul as my servant, what do you want?"

Song Shao was dumbfounded, what kind of rules is this?Killing someone if you want something from you?

Want me to kill myself?Or did he help me kill it?

The old man saw Song Shao's doubts, so a group of people appeared in the sky in front of him.Most of the people sat upright and didn't say a word.Only Wei Jiang walked up to him, first tugged at the hem of his clothes, then suddenly smiled mischievously and tugged at his ears.

Then seeing Xiao Tianqing's small mouth, probably scolding Wei Jiang, Tang Xiaoxian giggled beside him.

"The old man is the master of this space, and when the old man thinks about it, this person will be out of his wits."

"Is there no other choice?" Song Shao asked.

"Boy, you talk too much! Is it okay?" The old man was a little impatient.

"Liu Can!" Song Shao didn't even think about it, after saying this, he turned his head and left.

The scene in front of him changed, and Liu Can, who had been unconscious on the ground, suddenly struggled. With his hands clasped, he looked at Dongfang Chang kneeling on the ground with one knee, and then muttered, "Why me?" As soon as he turned over, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he lay on the ground on his back.

After a long time, Song Shao finally regained his senses. He gave Wei Jiang a hard look, and then with a complicated expression, he looked at Liu Can who had turned white and fell to the ground. Sit down.

Xu Guangxiao took a step forward and said: "Senior brother, just now when you were talking to that old man, Liu Can suddenly suffered from bat poison, and Fairy Xiao didn't have any good medicine, so Liu junior went."

Song Shaoyan said: "I know."

Turning around, I saw Luo Guantong's resentful eyes, not only looking at Weijiang, but also looking at everyone around him.

The old man coughed, walked slowly in front of Jing Qi, shook his head, looked at Jing's photo, and shook his head again.

He looked at Tang Xiaoxian again.When Tang Xiaoxian went up the mountain, his head was covered with scabies. After the scabies healed, he let his hair grow.But he is not used to wearing long hair in a Taoist bun. Once his hair grows, Tang Xiaoxian will cut it off with a knife, so this messy hair is like a dog chewing on it, which has nothing to do with being handsome.

The old man shook his head, muttered "it's a bit ugly", and was about to look at Weijiang, but he backed away, only to hear Boundary say in his ear, "If you're ugly, don't pick it."

The so-called environment changes according to one's heart, Tang Xiaoxian suddenly returned to the old Shigeda Village, the sky was bright and sunny, and his dilapidated shack was suddenly replaced by a big house with three entrances and three exits, bright and transparent, and he was sitting at home right now. In a huge armchair by the door.

On the left side of the armchair is a basket of gold ingots, on the right side of the armchair is a basket of silver ingots, and in front of him is a basket of dried wild ginseng.It can be seen that this old rich landlord is living a good life, counting ingots when he is idle, and nibbling some ginseng when he is tired.

All the people in the village who went out to beg for food came back, and the family of Mrs. Cuihua, who was washed away by the flood in Anzhou, also came back. Mrs. Cuihua was working in the field. When she saw Tang Xiaoxian, she greeted Tang Xiaoxian in surprise: "Mr. Tang, Are you back from cultivating?"

Tang Xiaoxian didn't know how to answer.

At this time, an old voice came from the sky, and the voice seemed a little helpless.

"Why do you practice Taoism?"

Tang Xiaoxian was a little confused, so he asked: "Old man, do you want to listen to the truth or lies?"

"Of course the truth!" The voice continued, "Speak."

"In order to have a full meal."

"Then do you have someone you love?"

"Does it count if you don't know?"

"That's not it."

"..."

"If you enter our school, you are destined. I have a elixir here, which is sealed with surging true power, which can be used for three years of hard work and help you win the position of true disciple; there is the "Taiyin" written by the senior talisman master. A copy of the Talisman, which will allow you to improve your talisman skills by more than three grades; there are one hundred top-grade spirit stones, which can be used slowly, and the water will flow for a long time, ensuring that you will not have to worry about resources for three years!"

"I want it too!" Tang Xiaoxian said in a low voice.

"No, you can only choose one, and if you choose the same, one of your team will die because of it."

"Isn't that why I killed him?"

"You didn't do anything. In this world, the old man had a thought to kill a person, just like killing an ant."

"Forget it, I don't want it, okay?" Tang Xiaoxian pondered for a long time before timidly asking.

"Yes." The old man replied very simply.

Tang Xiaoxian left and came quickly, and "appeared" in front of everyone in an instant.

Wei Jiang was pulling his ears and picking his nose when he suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "What did you ask? What did you give?"

Tang Xiaoxian replied with a bitter face, "I'm unlucky, I met someone who asked for everything, and I didn't get anything!"

The old man turned around and finally came to the Weijiang River. Seeing that the boy had a scabrous face, whether he was sitting or standing, he was very displeased and wanted to turn around and leave.

Wei Jiang shouted, "Don't tell me you don't think the young master is not handsome enough?"

The old man bowed and replied, "Don't dare!"

Wei Jiang shouted: "Then why can't you chat with me?"

The old man replied helplessly: "Why don't you try it!?"

　Writing is a very lonely thing.

　　Let alone an old-school writer like me.

　　envy, jealousy, hate

　　
　
(End of this chapter)