Master, she devotes herself to practicing magic

Chapter 77 0076: You passed the level

"Benefactor, do you really want that relic?"

There was a wind blowing in front of him, a pair of brown walking boots stood in front of him, and he looked up to see that the cassock was red all over.

"Abbot, please give me medicine. I have someone who must be saved." The man's voice was choked and hoarse, and his tone was always respectful.

The abbot sighed, looking at the man's bloody face, he couldn't bear it, but he still walked away.

"The people you save can't be saved."

The voice was ethereal, it was as light as the wind but it weighed a thousand catties in the man's ears.

Little girl, I can't save you...

The little monk watched his straight back bent, almost collapsed into a ball, the originally clear pupils also lost light, and his heart was empty.

"The benefactor, go back, the one who is with you. At least there will be no regrets in the end."

The man was stunned, he seemed to be very thorough when he heard the little monk's words, and then nodded slightly at him with his hands clasped together.

Above the sky, bright stars twinkle all night, and under the stars, the man moves forward with the night.

The branches covered the moonlight and also blocked the tears in his eyes.

The little girl was used to going to bed late, and her eye circles were red under the dim oil lamp.

The house was so rotten and rotten that even mice would not come near it.

No one went to her house for several days, and several people took turns to deliver the meals.Every time he would give him a disgusted look, and some would even spit at her a few times.

Grandpa, Xiaocui misses you...

The girl's tears fell silently, she didn't dare to speak out for fear of disturbing other people.

In the courtyard, the tung tree shook twice, casting mottled shadows under the moonlight.

The stench breeds corruption, and Xiao Cui's already festering wound becomes inflamed again.

This time she didn't get over it, her small body curled up into a ball and closed her eyes forever.

The body was only found three days later. The room was so smelly that even the old servant who dumped the excrement water didn't want to come near it.

Her funeral was very simple, and a straw mat covered her all, and all the servants in the house were sold by the master.

Even if something happened to a woman with him, he didn't dare to delay returning to the capital overnight.

Afraid of revenge, he even mortgaged his house to others.

The man didn't come back until five days later, the gate of the tall mansion was tightly closed, and the guards in front of the gate changed a group, seeing the man's ragged appearance, he directly refused his request to see him.

"I'm here to find Xiaocui, and I'll take her home."

The man's hair that he had not taken care of for a long time was in a mess, and his firm jaw was also hungry because he hadn't eaten for a long time.

This man was talking crazy, the guards didn't dare to let him go.

The man begged to see him several times to no avail and finally used his spiritual power. The guard looked at his robes without wind and the sword in his hand glowed even more grinningly, so he naturally sensed his identity.

"The immortal calms down!"

Without waiting for the guard to report, the housekeeper who had been listening to the movement for a long time knelt down on the ground first.

"I'm looking for someone to let me in."

"Yes, yes, I will lead the way."

No one stopped him, the man's pace was fast, and he didn't slow down until he entered the small courtyard.

The courtyard was dilapidated, and the tung leaves all over the place turned black after the accumulated rain, and he could smell a rotten smell without opening the door.

"Immortal, the people in this mansion have left long ago. I cleaned this yard the day before yesterday. I heard from people in the mansion that a woman died in the yard, and the body has been rotting for a long time..."

The man didn't dare to listen any more, and left as if fleeing.

Before the trembling guard at the door came back to his senses, a puff of smoke drifted away, and after a closer look, he found out which fairy was just now.

"How do you go so fast..."

The butler also came back to his senses, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the direction in which the man was leaving.

How could he, a mortal, bear the anger of a fairy.

This autumn is too cold, and the temperature is taken away by the autumn wind as soon as the tears flow out of the eyes.

The man became even more insane, his already unbearable robe was stained with large stains and became even more torn, and a pair of knees that were already overwhelmed were also dripping with bright red wantonly.

He was in a hurry, and he didn't know how many stalls he knocked over along the way, but seeing his expression, no one caught up to reason.

What's the deal with a lunatic?

"Sick! Why do you stick yourself in the crowd?!"

The clear and clear voice was like an orchid in an empty valley, bringing back the man's originally numb spirit.

The man looked only to see the man's shabby clothes and those iconic eyes.

Stared at by the man's eyes full of dead silence, the man immediately threw away his helmet and armor, not even taking the good silk cloth on the cart, and ran away as if to escape.

Perhaps it was because the momentum dissipated, the man regained his senses and raised his feet but didn't know how to continue. He stood at the street corner and looked up at the sky.

After a long time, the old man at the watch still pulled up the corner of his torn clothes.

"Young man, there is a curfew in the city, go home quickly."

Home?Where?
It's gone, it was gone in the first place.

The phantom door glowed faintly, revealing all the man's fangs.

It was rare for him to see such a clear soul in a hundred years.

"Spray on your saliva."

The disgust in An Lianna's eyes deepened, and the sadness that was brewing just now was completely overturned by his acting like a fool.

He seemed to be aware of his indecent appearance, and when the man took the handkerchief, his eyes would evade from time to time.

"He passed."

The man straightened his robe, looking elegant and luxurious.

Anna Lianna did not expose it when she saw this.

Cultivating immortals is based on the state of mind, and the elixir of kung fu is ultimately for that side of the state of mind. Now his state of mind is calm and unwavering, and the cultivation will come naturally.

(End of this chapter)