The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 190, Wolf Gu Zhixiang

The people in the painting are dormant.

"If he is really a cultivator, then his practice is a little bit worse. He probably thought I was inside this silk painting and guarded me to go out."

The person in the painting is quite confident. It's not like no real cultivator came to the door before, but he was never successfully found out once.

He confessed that he had never been seen through by others, so he didn't take the person in front of him seriously.

Zhang Lingmin is playing with her mobile phone on the 2-meter-high bed, playing with her wet hair.

Among the high-end apartment buildings in Rubik's Cube Building, the rent here is 2. If you want to buy it, Zhang Lingmin didn't look at the price, nor was she interested in it. She knew that it was a price that she could never imagine in her entire life.

For a 24-year-old who has just graduated and joined the wave of unemployment, no matter whether she buys or rents, there is no way to live here, even if she uses the most special means and does the most special job. Living in this place is difficult.

People are divided into classes. Zhang Lingmin is well aware of this, and also knows the class she is in. To complete the class jump, she must sacrifice something.

Brush Lala -

The glass door in the shower partition next to it was opened, and a middle-aged man in a bathrobe came out after taking a shower. He put on his glasses, his face was gentle and contented.

He came to Zhang Lingmin's side, and said affectionately and gently.

"Xiao Ling, don't you want to take a bath?"

"No, I'll play with my phone first."

"That's fine too."

The middle-aged man lay next to her, wanting to start a chat, while Zhang Lingmin was browsing the Taobao website, where there were some luxury items.

The man touched Zhang Lingmin's smooth shoulder with his rough hand, and smiled.

"If you don't go back tonight, won't your boyfriend tell you?"

"I don't know about him." Zhang Lingmin muttered, "If I send him a message, he won't reply to me. Forget it, it's just like that anyway, everyone is just playing around."

"He lives next door to us. What will happen when he comes home?" Thinking of this, the middle-aged man seemed to be more interested, and he went upstairs panting heavily.

"Come back when you come back. He doesn't know anyway. Maybe Cao Weiqiang himself is fooling around outside. Anyway, you rich people are like this, aren't you?" Zhang Lingmin looked at the middle-aged man with big watery eyes, only the clarity He bluntly: "Don't you also come out to play with me behind your wife's back?"

With a good figure of 1.6 meters five, a cute face, and a pair of big watery eyes

It's appetizing.

The middle-aged man said as he moved his hands.

"The fact that you are so righteous is the most attractive."

Are you confident?
Zhang Lingmin disagreed.

Pursuing a better life is what everyone hopes for, right? Why can't we be justified in this?
If possible, I also want to rely on myself to pursue a better life—that’s what Zhang Lingmin once thought.

If you can rely on your hands to earn money, if you want to buy a bag, you need to work from dawn to dusk for half a year.

And to do so, it only takes one night.

Not knowing what time it was at night, Zhang Lingmin fell into a deep sleep.

In her sleep, she met a man, a good-looking man in ancient costume.

She had never seen such a good-looking man.

"I can give you what you want."

"You don't have to pay anything for the first time."

The man told Zhang Lingmin that the first time is free, and the second time may charge a small price, or may not.

the third time.
Probability is pushed back.

Very cost-effective.

Zhang Lingmin said, yes.

what can you give me?
The man said, I can give you talent and money, you can only choose one of the two.

Zhang Lingmin said without hesitation, choose money.

Money that can buy luxuries.

Faced with Zhang Lingmin's choice, the man smiled contentedly.

Sure enough, human beings never let him down.

"When you wake up and touch me, I will fulfill your wish, and I guarantee...you are satisfied."

When Zhang Lingmin woke up, it was already noon the next day, and the man who shared the bed with her last night had already gone to work, leaving behind a wad of banknotes.

After tonight, he is still a successful person in suits and leather shoes, and she is still the little and famous Douyin Internet celebrity.

Maybe in the future he will still call her because he can't sleep for a long silent night.

"It's not a gentleman. You didn't even leave me one for breakfast."

Zhang Lingmin muttered, but she put away the banknotes and got dressed, but she suddenly found that there was a painting next to her bedside.

In the painting is a man, a man in ancient costume with only his back view.

She suddenly recalled the man who appeared in her dream last night, the man who said she could fulfill her wish.

Zhang Lingmin suddenly felt a little terrified, and hurriedly called the man who spent the spring night with him last night, and asked where the painting came from.

"This painting? Didn't you draw it? I got up to draw in the middle of the night last night, and you still ignored me when I asked you"

I drew it?

But I obviously can't draw.
Zhang Lingmin suddenly remembered the promise made to her by the man in the dream last night.

He said, to give himself wealth
The first time is free.

The second or third start doesn't necessarily have to pay a price.

Is there really such a good. Such a magical thing?

"Anyway. It doesn't cost money to touch it. Anyway, didn't he say that the first time is free."

If I prostitute once for free, I will definitely not touch the second and third times, isn't that all right?

Looking at the man in the portrait, Zhang Lingmin couldn't help stretching out her slender hand.

The man inside the paper is laughing wildly.

"Another fallen and useless soul. Sure enough, this is a human being."

It's just that something reached the paper faster than her hand.

A black sword flew over and pierced the paper.

Cut the piece of paper in half, this sudden change made Zhang Lingmin subconsciously shouted: "Ahhhh!"

An unwilling voice came from within the paper.

"Who dares to spoil my good deeds?"

This mana.
The nature of this mana is really disgusting.

Familiar, made him sick.

"Sure enough, you still can't hide it."

Li Wei's voice sounded and appeared in the room.

The Taoist robe floated up.

One step is the legend, one step is the years.

The two temperaments mixed together to form this white-clothed Taoist.

Although he looks young, no one would regard him as a 20-year-old young man. His ancient temperament is indescribable.

Compared with the person in the painting, this Taoist seems to come from an older past and a more distant future.

Beside him is the 'Sword of Truth' formed by black mana.

Get a glimpse of its shape and cast a magic sword aimed at nature.

Li Wei already knew its shape and reason.

"Wolf Gu Yuan sees the face."

"I didn't expect that Sima Zhongda's obsession back then has survived to the present era."

(End of this chapter)