not a monster

Chapter 156 Wang Xilou's Ambition
Po Nu stayed behind, and she took over the tasks of taking Wan Wan to and from school, cooking for Stupid Cat and Wan Wan, and looking after the shop.

She originally had all the memories of Wang Xilou's Kouxian Gate.

The computer at the front desk of the incense and candle shop is very old, and sometimes it takes a long time to open a web page, she doesn't mind, she clicks on an old movie and watches it there freely.

Occasionally, people would pass by outside the incense and candle shop, and those under the age of 60 basically didn't know each other. She seemed to be living in the gap of time.

A seven or eight-year-old child ran past the door from left to right, and Po Nu took a look.

Maybe I will notice next time that this child is walking slowly from right to left with a cane.

Then I looked at the calendar on the wall, and another Jiazi passed.

"I'm going to die of old age, will you be sad?"

Hands tightened.

Ye Ji ran out, looked at the eye slave, and was about to go out to play, when she suddenly looked back at her.

"Are you crying?"

Po Nu let out a bewildered cry, and wiped the corners of his eyes only to find that they were wet.

"Damn! This movie is quite tear-jerking!"

Ye Ji thought for a while, "I can let you touch me. When you are unhappy for no reason, you like to hug me and put your face on my belly."

Po Nu was overjoyed, hugged the little guy up, smelled a little bit of his scent on the silly cat, and felt comforted.

Ye Ji was very obedient and did not resist, her eyes were shining.

This family can't do without her!

……

At this time, Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou had arrived at the high-speed railway station, Feng Wuli complained that she brought so many things, she smiled flatteringly and did not refute, and pushed Feng Wuli away behind.

"Go, go, go."

"I still have the dried fish with me, so I can just keep it for myself."

"Hey, does your uncle smoke?"

"My uncle likes dog's head gold, you can take two pieces home."

Wang Xilou pushed him complainingly, carrying her mountaineering bag, matching her green coat, wearing a black peaked cap on her head, and her black hair like a waterfall, her image did not match that of a young girl.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the security check. A thin old man entered the station and found twelve ten-centimeter-long steel needles.

It was taken down by the security guard, and the old man was making trouble there. If he didn't sit down, he wouldn't give it up. Return the needle to him, otherwise he would be rude.

Feng Wuli glanced at it, and said to Wang Xilou, "There are a lot of practitioners."

From a superficial perception, everything has a spirit. The human spirit is like a ping pong ball, which is located in the body, and it cannot be seen just by looking at it.

Practitioners whose spirits are stronger than ordinary people, monsters, are basketballs, and those who are thinner can protrude from their chests, which can be seen by fellow practitioners at a glance.

That is the sense of presence. Everyone has a sense of presence. In the world of practitioners, one can see practitioners who also have a sense of presence at a glance.

Unless there are practitioners who know how to hide the lingering sense of existence, such as Wang Xilou, she knows too much lingering.

There is another kind that will not be discovered by people, that is, the sense of presence is so strong that it exceeds the threshold.

Two ants are trying to figure out which one is bigger, but they can't realize that they are actually on the back of an elephant.

For example, a certain handsome guy who was following Wang Xilou at this time.

But it's not too big to be good.

Wang Xilou didn't know that she was just a useless little zombie who could only wash and cook every day.

She made a vigilant expression, as if seeing an enemy in the dark: "Master will protect you."

"I guess they all went to Huaiqing."

"Did uncle say that there are many strangers in the village recently?"

"..." That was my uncle.

"The car is here, let's go."

The train on the platform has not yet come, and the line of sight is wide.

Identity verification, entering the station, waiting for the train at the platform.

The sight on the platform was wide, and the car hadn't arrived yet, so Feng Wuli took out his mobile phone to see if it was a car.

Wang Xilou put his head together: "Yellow sign, 7 vehicles 12D, 12F..."

"Ah? Why do you want to buy a separate seat?"

"Without 12E, DF is connected together."

"Ah."

Feng Wuli didn't understand what she meant by the snort, probably to cover up her embarrassment, the little zombie has always played a lot.

Looking back, there were five practitioners on the train with them alone.

There are two acquaintances among them, it should be said that they are familiar demons, they also found out that Feng Wuli was unreasonable, and walked over here.

The tiger monster slid back and forth, and was stopped by the patrol of the platform. He said in a tigerish voice, didn't this brand make him slip carefully, he slipped very carefully.

"Lord Wang Xilou." Huai Zhu, who squinted his eyes, said unreasonably to Feng.

The little zombie asked blankly, "I know you?"

Huai Zhu was taken aback for a moment, then realized something, glanced at Wang Xilou, and then looked at Feng Wuli with a little more vigilance, his narrowed eyelids twitched, but they still didn't open.

"I see. I didn't expect Your Excellency to subdue Mr. Wang Xilou. I'm really ashamed."

The expression of the little zombie carrying a bag is like this: ╭(°A°`)╮

Feng smiled unreasonably and didn't refute.

"Master Huaizhu, Master Ruogu, are you also going to watch Kouxianmen?"

"you too."

"I'm not, my hometown is there, just go back and have a look."

"so."

"Hey, isn't this Wang Xilou?"

"Master Ruogu, after saying goodbye last time, did you ask the zoo man for advice?"

"..."

"Then we have to go. The old man is pretty good. I fought him a few times. Regardless of his age, I didn't try my best. The result was a loss, a loss haha." He laughed a few times and added : "You really can't underestimate old things."

The wind smiled unreasonably.

Ruogu began to encourage Feng Wuli to go to that person to have a sparring session, and this tiger is not bad.

"Master Ruogu can't win, and neither can I."

"Oh, I was careless. I think your strength is still good."

"Still not."

"Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"Afraid of being turned into a deer."

"..."

I can't talk today.

The train pulled into the station, Ruogu looked at the long white snake, and muttered there again.

"It's so fucking amazing. How can those human beings whose lives are thinner than paper make such things?"

"Slid out carefully."

"...you old deer demon!"

"Don't blot, go in."

"What are you pushing me for!"

Feng Wuli also dragged the little zombie into the carriage, found a seat and sat down, Feng Wuli helped Wang Xilou throw things on it.

Sitting shoulder to shoulder, Feng Wuli was a little sleepy. Last night she worked very late to make up for her homework. She seemed to be very energetic and energetic. She took out her mobile phone to play, and her Lianliankan was almost up to the point. The number of levels for the player is over, and the rest is to outlive other programmers, but Wang Xilou estimates that he can kill dozens of generations of other people, provided that the game is not closed.

Playing with the little zombie's hair with fingers, her black hair is smooth,
Feng Wuli asked: "Where do you plan to live these few days?"

"Uncle's house."

"This can be connected."

Her hand was slapped, and she was very dissatisfied: "Too many hands and many feet."

"Remember, I am now Daoist Wang's daughter Wang Xilou, and I am your little junior sister. I came back with you."

This little zombie is dead, Feng Wuli doesn't bother to care about her,

He yawned, the car would take four hours.

The head rested on the little zombie's shoulder, fragrant and soft. Wang Xilou pursed his lips, "But you know in your heart that I am still your master, so you have to respect it a little bit, do you understand?"

"Junior Sister, sit a little lower, it's uncomfortable to sleep on your pillow."

"...Is this okay?"

"Don't move so much, I'll sleep for a while."

The entire land outside the car window was flying backwards, the cloud image was fixed in the air, the long steel snake sounded like a thunder drum, and the speed between the track and the wheels seemed to be lightning.

It was quiet inside the car.

Looking at Gao Tiantian outside the window, Wang Xilou took a picture with her mobile phone. Someone on her shoulder was breathing calmly. She squinted at him, switched her mobile phone to a front camera, took a picture of herself and her little apprentice, and then looked at His face was very close to her, and she could smell happiness from such intimacy.

She wanted to hold his hand, but was afraid of waking him up, so she played with her mobile phone for more than an hour.

When Feng Wuli woke up, it was already twelve o'clock, and the two of them took a lunch box from their bags, which Wang Xilou had prepared in advance, and had a casual meal.

At around [-] o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at Zhaoji East, a place surrounded by mountains at a glance, and time seemed to pass very slowly.

It is deserted everywhere, a few commercial buildings are scattered, and there are not many people living in it. The road is very empty, but there are not many cars on the road.

As soon as they got out of the station, a group of middle-aged men solicited customers in their dialect, but Feng Wuli couldn't understand it, but Wang Xilou could speak Cantonese, so he repeatedly waved his hands and said no.

"You can actually speak Cantonese?" Feng Wuli was surprised.

"Hey, Master has lived for 800 years, so he can't really know nothing."

"Speak a few words and listen."

She scratched her head: "What are you talking about?"

The two whispered, Feng Wuli took a taxi to Zhaoji, which was a more mountainous place than here, and they got off when they arrived in the town, the pots and pans and shouting in the town, the smell of the farmers' market, cheap In the afternoon sun, it looked like it was decades ago.

Feng Wuli met his uncle.

He was waiting for him at the farmer's market in a red tricycle.

He is over 50, with a swarthy face and wearing rimless glasses: "Why do you want to come back all of a sudden?"

When he saw Wang Xilou wearing a green tracksuit and carrying a bag next to Feng Wuli, he always felt a little familiar, and Feng Wuli was standing very close to her, so he just smiled there.

"Uncle, this is Wang Xilou, the daughter of Daoist Wang."

"Hello, Uncle."

Feng unreasonably pushed her arm.

"Hello, uncle."

"Hey! Okay, it's unreasonable, why do you push others away when you have nothing to do?!"

The wind is unreasonable and silent.

"It turns out that Wang Daochang's daughter, I said why she looks so familiar, she is as beautiful as your mother."

"Uncle, I brought some things here, all made by myself, some bacon, and dried fish."

"What are you bringing! Take it all back and take it back."

"There's no way to take it back. It's unreasonable to say that you don't smoke and drink, so you don't bring tobacco and alcohol."

"Don't bring it, you don't need to bring anything."

My uncle only saw Wang Xilou once ten years ago, and his memory has long since faded, and no one would believe in immortality.

The premise is that you don't encounter monsters in your life.

"You got something on here."

Feng Wuli stretched out his hand and grabbed his uncle's shoulder. Uncle was puzzled, suddenly felt a lot lighter on his shoulder, and Wang Xilou stuffed him with two bacon.

"Go back and make it for your aunt to eat for you."

Wang Xilou smiled brightly.

"..." What about your aunt.

Feng Wuli looked at the black, slug-like monster in his hand, took a look at him, and threw it away at any time.

Swish and run away.

All the monsters in the mountain ran out.

The two got on uncle's three-wheeler, which was usually used to transport partridges, but maybe he took a girl back after listening to Feng Wuli.

Wang Xilou didn't dislike her at all, his uncle liked this pretty little girl even more.

They said they had a few projects and wanted to go to the mountains to do some work. They came back thinking that there were mountains all over their hometown Huaiqing.

"This place is not as comfortable as your big cities. How long do you live here?"

"Let's stay for a few days, and I have to make records. When I go back, my master has to check my homework."

"Your eldest cousin is married, and your younger cousin is also working outside. You will live in his cousin's room in Xiaolou, and I will tidy it up for you tonight."

"No, I can clean it up myself."

"That's right, just treat it as your own home."

It was originally a mountain city, but after leaving this small town at the foot of the mountain, the towns below are even more remote. There are only a few people every ten kilometers. The cement road is also very residential. Basically, it can only accommodate two cars. Don't even think about the street lights, they are only available on the 300-[-]-meter road with the village, and it's more than four o'clock in the afternoon, and the forest is still bright.

A tricycle passed leisurely among the mountains.

Wang Xilou didn't care about Shankara here, on the contrary, she liked it very much, after all, it was here that she picked up someone.

When I got out of the car, my aunt was killing chickens in the yard. The woman who made a scene in those days was so fierce and frightening, she was also old now.

"Yo, your girlfriend is so pretty."

"Hello, Auntie."

Wang Xilou's mouth is really sweet.

The aunt grinned, wiped the sweat with her sleeve, and was still plucking the hair. Wang Xilou said to help, but she drove away.

Under the big locust tree, there used to be a ghost of an old lady, and a little boy who was as stupid as a dumpling. Sometimes a crow flew over. When the cousin at the door saw it, she would chase it away with a stick, shouting not to bully me cousin.

Now there is only one locust tree left.

The two people in the back room are old, and those children are gone, but the mountain and the tree are still there.

Feng Wuli touched the leaves of the locust tree, and the uncle who had parked three rounds came back.

"Uncle, have many people from outside come to the village recently?"

"That's right, they all ran to the mountains."

Feng Wuli smiled gently.

He puffed a dry cigarette and looked at Wang Xilou who was talking with her daughter-in-law over there.

"You and Xiaolou are dating, aren't you?"

Small building...

"Well, it is."

"What is it? Don't mess around. If you are sure of the relationship, treat them well."

The topic was pulled away by this black-faced man, Feng Wuli wanted to ask who these people were running into the mountains.

Following my uncle's line of sight, I looked at Wang Xilou over there, squatting in a baggy green sportswear and watching my aunt pluck hair.

Wang Xilou is a very traditional woman, completely inconsistent with her status as a great practitioner. She is obviously a guy who almost became a fairy, but all she thinks about is doing laundry, cooking, getting married and having children.

Seeing Feng Wuli looking this way, she smiled at him, feeling nervous.

(End of this chapter)