The ex-girlfriend who has been missing for three years says she has returned from cultivating immort

Chapter 141 I can too
Everyone looked up and looked at the giant mahogany fan above their heads, and they were a little stunned.

At the beginning of the establishment of Zhengyiguan, the Fan Pavilion has already stood here.

For thousands of years, there have been hundreds of monks who have practiced the Da Yan technique, and Gu Changsheng was the first one to be attracted to this fan.

After a while, the stubborn Taoist came back to his senses.

After taking a deep look at Gu Changsheng, the old Taoist said, "Help your little uncle take down this fan."

The surrounding Zhengyi monks just woke up like a dream, and hurriedly took down the giant mahogany fan.

"Let's go to Huxi, there may not be enough fish here."

Full of anticipation for what was about to happen, the stubborn Taoist spoke slowly.

So, surrounded by Zhengyiguan monks, Gu Changsheng walked towards the creek not far away.

The stream is clear, and the fish fly in the shallow bottom.

Under the gaze of everyone, Gu Changsheng stretched out his hand and firmly caught the peach wood fan which was much taller than him.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Changsheng closed his eyes and recited the Dao Jue silently.

Soon after, on the giant wooden fan, the fan surface made of water gradually took shape.

The breeze carried a few leaves and blew past, gently falling on the fan surface, causing layers of ripples.

Gu Changsheng looked at the water fan, and stretched out his sword finger, pointing at the stream.

Gently turning the wrist, all kinds of fish floated up in the air and slowly drifted towards the water fan.

Not long after, hundreds of fish were playing and playing in the water fan, causing the surface of the fan to sparkle and ripple.

Beside the creek, a group of monks held their breaths and stared at the scene in front of them, feeling a little bewildered.

Even Brother Wuji, whose head was full of black silk and long-legged rabbit ears, stayed where he was, feeling nothing but shock in his heart.

Holding the wooden fan, Gu Changsheng suddenly saw a shark swimming by in the stream, and couldn't help being curious.

With a light hook of his finger, the shark rose into the air.

Turning his head to look at the old Taoist priest, Gu Changsheng asked curiously, "Why are there still sharks in the creek..."

The stubborn Taoist didn't expect that he could still be distracted and chatting, cleared his throat, and explained with some difficulty: "The improved species can live in fresh water, and it doesn't eat meat."

Hearing this, Gu Changse shook his wrist lightly, and threw the one-meter-long shark into the water fan.

Afterwards, after feeling the aura in his body, Gu Changsheng frowned slightly, took out a bottle of elixirs from his bosom, and put one in his mouth.

Seeing his movements, the old Taoist hurriedly said: "Changsheng, you can go here, don't hold on any longer, don't tire yourself out."

Gu Changsheng, who was about to close his fans, was taken aback when he heard the words. Although he was a little strange, he didn't continue.

He walked to the side of the stream, laid the peach wood fan flat, and stopped controlling the water fan.

With a bang, the fish and water fell into the stream together, making a loud noise.

Hearing the loud noise, the Taoist priests watching came back to their senses one after another, staring blankly at Gu Changsheng by the stream.

"This is the most perfect hidden fish into the fan since the Dayan technique." In the end, the stubborn Taoist spoke up and made the most accurate summary of the performance.

The old Taoist looked around and said, "Go back and continue to practice, keep your Taoism, what you see today is not a blow, but an encouragement."

The monks of Zhengyi bowed their heads and said yes, and then dispersed in small groups.

Brother Wuji recovered from the shock, glanced at the betting ticket in his hand, his heart was burning, and he turned his head and ran towards the fan pavilion quickly.

When the crowd dispersed, the foolish Taoist looked at Gu Changsheng and patted him on the shoulder with a smile on his face.

"Worthy of being a human being, I will continue to try to close the fan today, and come to me when I succeed."

After a pause, the old Taoist continued: "I will ask Wuji to send you three meals a day, as long as you practice seriously. Come to me anytime if you have any questions."

After finishing speaking, the naughty Taoist hummed a little tune, and was ready to go back and continue playing games.

It wasn't until this time that Gu Changsheng realized that his understanding of "hiding fish into a fan" seemed to be a little off...

No wonder just now when he was about to close his fan after taking the pill, the old Heavenly Master directly stopped him...

So, Gu Changsheng looked at the old Taoist priest who hadn't gone far, and said aloud, "Uh... I've already succeeded in closing the fan. I just took the pill just now to replenish the spiritual energy and then close the fan."

The idiot Taoist turned his back for a moment.

After a while, he slowly turned around and looked at Gu Changsheng, not knowing what to say.

After a long time, the stubborn Taoist spoke.

"Forget it, there is no need to wait, I will let Ling Xiao come over and make way now."

……

Just when the stubborn Taoist was about to force his eldest disciple to abdicate and make way for the virtuous.

Fan Pavilion on the other side.

Brother Wuji strutted into the gate of Fan Pavilion.

With his nostrils upturned, he flicked his Taoist robe, and looked at the little Taoist priest sitting at the table, full of arrogance.

Throwing the betting ticket in his hand on the table, Brother Wuji spoke concisely, with a tone full of complacency.

"8 bets, 50 times odds, exchange!"

After a while, he still didn't hear the little Taoist's reply, so he couldn't help but looked over strangely.

Then he said very dissatisfied: "Fangyuan, why are you in a daze, change it for me quickly, I have an appointment with a store, I have to hurry there."

The little Taoist priest Yuanyuan's face was full of fear, and he hesitated for a long time, not daring to speak out for a long time.

A bad premonition flashed in Brother Wuji's heart, and he frowned.

After a while, under Wuji's gaze, the little Taoist faltered and spoke.

"Senior Brother Wuji, when you bet, I thought you would definitely lose, and I was worried that you would lose all your property..."

Brother Wuji trembled, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes: "And then."

"Then I didn't place a bet on you...I gave you a fake betting ticket, put away your bet, and plan to return it to you later."

a bolt from the blue.

Brother Wuji's eyes darkened, and he almost fainted.

After waiting for a while, he walked to the table with strength, stretched out his hand, and rubbed the gambling ticket that was regarded as a treasure before.

Staring blankly at the ink that was smeared on his hand, Brother Wuji felt that the end of the world was nothing more than that.

In front of the table, the little Taoist priest Fangyuan was full of bitterness.

The conscience of heaven and earth, he really did it out of kindness.

Before today, except Brother Wuji, no one would think that the little uncle could really succeed within a month.

In the eyes of the little Taoist priest Fangyuan, Senior Brother Wuji is just giving money...

The little Taoist has a good personal relationship with Brother Wuji, and he really can't bear to watch his friend go bankrupt.

But Brother Wuji didn't listen to his persuasion, so in desperation, the little Taoist had no choice but to make a bad move.

His original plan was to wait for Senior Brother Wuji to lose everything and be in pain.

Take out everything by yourself, and save Brother Wuji like a savior.

In the end, the little Taoist will teach Brother Wuji sternly to keep him away from gambling.

It's a pity... the plan was perfect, but the result was not very ideal.

Filled with guilt, the little Taoist priest Fangyuan said: "Brother, don't be too sad, you still won something."

Brother Wuji suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, and looked at the little Taoist priest.

The little Taoist took out a bottle, which was full of pills.

"Brother, do you still remember that you placed a bet at the very beginning and placed a pill? You won fifty pills back."

Brother Wuji took the bottle, looked at the worthless pill inside, couldn't help feeling sad, and his eyes turned red unconsciously.

Seeing that he was about to cry, the little Taoist priest Fangyuan hurriedly comforted him: "Brother Wuji, don't worry, I'll pay you, I'll pay you, okay, I'm still young, I can earn money in the future."

Brother Wuji's eyes were dim with tears, and he looked at the little Taoist priest with despair.

"How do you pay? My black silk, my white legs, my loli, my bunny girl! How do you pay!"

After struggling for a long time, the little Taoist gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Aren't they just black silk rabbit ears, I wear them!"

???

Brother Wuji looked at the little Taoist priest and felt like dying.

(End of this chapter)