I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Xing Yuan and Wu Bozong bargained for a while, and it didn't take long for the winner to be decided.

Xing Yuansheng.

The main reason is that the strength of the two sides is too different. Xing Yuan, the big boss of Dasheng Commercial Firm, can manually close the microphone when he can't beat Wu Bozong.

Turning off the microphone by hand, I saw him press the little turtle's upper and lower jaws with two fingers. Although Wu Bozong thought that Yu was very good at speaking, he couldn't say a word.

Even if the four little claws scraped out flowers, Wu Bozong's head could not break free from Xing Yuan's two fingers.

This physical method made Wu Bozong unable to speak out how much truth he had, and he was even manually nodded.

These drinks were originally a gift from Yang Zhao to Wu Bozong, but in the end Xing Yuan took [-]% of them.

After the two finished sharing the drinks, they saw Yang Zhao who was as quiet as a chicken next to him.

"I've heard what you said just now. If you expect me to help you continue the orthodoxy, it's a dream."

Wu Bozong sighed, and there was a bit of sadness in his gentle voice.

"I'm just a little turtle, with no memory of the past, only the language and logical thinking instincts engraved on the soul, I don't know anything about the rest, even Xing Yuan told me my name. "

Yang Zhao's heart turned cold again. Wu Bozong's situation was no different from drinking Meng Po soup. There was no guide ahead, and her path of cultivation would not be so easy.

Now that Yang Zhao has met so many Shenzhou cultivators in Chixian County, Daoist Xie of Sujin Pagoda knows the most comprehensive knowledge.

The remaining two Buddhist disciples, because she hadn't been in contact with her for a long time, were transported back to China very quickly. Yang Zhao didn't understand how much cultivation inheritance they left behind.

But it's not too much to think about, the two monks seem to have kept all the knowledge to be passed on in their spiritual treasures.

But how to open this spirit treasure is also a big trouble.

It stands to reason that it should be fine to have Taoist Xie act as Yang Zhao's guide.

But how can the matter of cultivation be on a lonely road? If a road wants to be a great way, many people must walk on it. The wider the road, the more talents will walk up it, and more choices will be given to people. .

The best way to cultivate one's true self is to go straight on the avenue.

But if you want to go straight on this road, you must at least be big.

Can the way taught by one person be the great way?

When Daoren Xie gave lectures to Xiaodouren, Yang Zhao sensed her incompatibility, especially since she had been practicing for a while, her sense of incompatibility was much stronger than that of other Xiaodouren.

The two of them are separated by an ideological generation gap of hundreds or even thousands of years, which is deeper than the Maria Trench.

Besides, Daoist Xie himself can't guarantee that there is nothing missing in his memory.

Seeing the bitterness on Yang Zhao's face, Wu Bozong felt a little embarrassed for some reason.

Although it knew that Yang Zhao had nothing to do with it, it really didn't need to be embarrassed.

It should be difficult to empathize with a person who has only met two sides without saying a few words.

Wu Bozong stretched out his small paw and scratched Xing Yuan's finger.

"Xing Yuan, give this little girl the corpse in the stone."

Hearing this, Xing Yuan frowned slightly.

"The little girl you just met, you gave her your body? Why, do you see that she is related to you by blood?"

Yang Zhao's eyes widened suddenly, and Wu Bozong stretched out his head like lightning and bit Xing Yuan's hand.

"Xing Yuan, can you stop talking nonsense!"

Although it gave Xing Yuan a bite, but I don't know if Xing Yuan's skin is too thick, or the turtle's teeth are relatively immature, the bitten part is not even red, let alone broken skin. blood.

"Even if you have lost your memory and don't care about your own body, it is your previous body after all. You are so generous to give it to a person who just met twice. This makes me wonder in my heart that the two of you are very close." Relationship!"

Xing Yuan spoke in a calm voice, but looked at Yang Chao with a little bit of puzzlement in his eyes.

"In all the close relationships, you two have such a big age difference. You are definitely not friends, and you are definitely not husband and wife. So is there any other possibility besides blood relationship?"

Hearing what this big boss said, Yang Zhao and Wu Bozong were also a little confused, and were subconsciously convinced by his statement.

What he said did make some sense. Which normal person would give his body to a stranger who had just met twice?
From the perspective of an outsider, even Yang Chao himself felt like a liar in this matter.

But no matter what she thought, there was no room for him to intervene in this matter.

She didn't even dare to intervene, she was no better than an ant in front of Xing Yuan, if she said a wrong sentence, how wronged would it be to be crushed to death with one finger?

She could only passively wait for Wu Bozong's decision.

Here Wu Bozong was silent for a while, with a somewhat low tone in his tone.

"I don't understand this kind of emotion, but I can feel that the corpse in the stone wants to follow the little girl."

Its small eyes looked at the big stone on which its own body was loaded.

"It wants to go. It's been hundreds of years. For the first time, I know that the corpse still has emotions."

Xing Yuan looked suspiciously at the three-meter-square boulder, then closed his eyes for a while, and when he opened them again, his black eyes had already been mixed with blue.

Then, the pair of dark blue eyes stared at Yang Zhao closely.

The goosebumps on Yang Zhao's body immediately stood up, and he felt that he had seen through everything inside and out thanks to the big boss, and there was no privacy in his whole body.

In the end, a feeling of humiliation and shame surged in Yang Zhao's heart, and she was pressed down firmly by herself, even though her face was stiff, she still had to maintain a smiling expression.

Fortunately, this time is very short.

"I thought you were some kind of sorcerer, little girl."

Xing Yuan blinked his eyes, and when he opened them, his eyes returned to normal.

Wu Bozong raised his paw and patted the palm under him.

"Since it wants to go, let it go. Anyway, I won't need this thing in my life. Keeping it always reminds me that I have died once, and it feels quite awkward."

"Since you agree, what else can I say?"

The big shopkeeper sighed slightly, waved his sleeve, and saw that the three-meter-square boulder silently shattered into many pieces, revealing the mummy in the dark blue robe inside the stone.

The mummy's hair was still neatly combed in a bun, with a small crown on its head.The ruby ​​on it is shining in the sunlight. He is wearing a pair of blue trousers and a pair of black shoes on his feet.

There was a large box and two small boxes stacked next to the mummy's head, which seemed to be funerary objects.

Because the body turned into a mummy, Yang Zhao was not a professional, and he couldn't tell its gender.

But within a few seconds, the originally brightly colored clothes began to lose their color quickly, and within a few seconds, the mummy's entire body clothes became dusty.

Yang Zhao was stunned. She only saw people describe this situation in words on the Internet. This was the first time she saw it with her own eyes.

In other words, why does the color of the clothes of the great monk buried in the volcano not fade?

Here Yang Zhao is still thinking about it, while Wu Bodong has already spoken.

"Okay, little girl, you can take this corpse back now, and I'll give you everything in the box next to it."

Yang Zhao swallowed, and smiled stiffly.

"Senior Wu, I don't have a coffin with me. If I want to take it away, I can only put this body in the Qiankun bag... Do you want me to go back to Yuntian City? There should be coffins for sale there."

The implication was whether Wu Bozong would find Yang Zhao's behavior offensive, and if he felt offensive, Yang Zhao would buy a set of coffins.

After all, putting it directly into the Qiankun bag sounds like packing something. This behavior lacks some respect for the dead.

Of course, the great monks in the volcanic group were also brought back directly in Qiankun bags.

But the great monk couldn't trouble Yang Zhao, Wu Bozong was capable.

Even though it looks like it has no shrimps in its hands now, it can make Xing Yuan do it, and Yang Zhao believes that Xing Yuan will be very willing.

"Fake it, pretend it, I gave it to you, I still care about how you take it back? As long as you don't mind it."

Yang Zhao couldn't help grinning when he said this.

Why doesn't she care?She cares so much about it!

If there was a way to buy a universe bag, Yang Zhao would have replaced the universe bag on his body that used to hold a corpse.

For a person who has been afraid of ghosts for more than 20 years, she can only make herself forget about it, otherwise she can't put this Qiankun bag in her arms.

"OK then."

Yang Zhao took two steps forward, and bowed respectfully to the corpse.

"Senior offended."

She took out the large Qiankun bag and held it in the air, then used her spiritual power to hold the body on the gravel and the three boxes close to the storage bag, pinched it with one hand and let out a soft sound.

"receive!"

The mummy and the box on the gravel were all gone, only a human-shaped shadow remained on the gravel.

On the way back, Yang Zhao still didn't know how to go.

She only felt that her eyes went dark, the line was disconnected, and when she opened her eyes, she arrived at the main hall of the boss's house.

As soon as they came back, the anxious little bean people immediately surrounded Yang Zhao.

"Comrade Xiao Yang, are you okay? The whistling disappeared immediately, but we were terrified!"

"Oh, little girl, you have been missing for a long time, are you not injured?"

As they said that, several elderly Xiaodou people reached out to touch her to make sure that there were no wounds on Yang Zhao's body.

"It's okay, it's really okay, let everyone worry about it."

Yang Zhaoshun squatted down obediently, adapting to the heights of these people.

"You can see that I'm in good health. I don't have any wounds. I just disappeared. Senior Xing took me to pay homage to the ancients of our family."

Yang Zhao rolled up his sleeves and let them look at his arms.

"You see, there is nothing wrong, don't worry!"

These little bean people asked Yang Zhao for a while before they felt relieved.

No matter how frightened they were about this matter, they could not question the big owner of the Dasheng Commercial Bank, and could only focus on Yang Zhao.