Taoist help me live forever

Chapter 81 Yulan's Request

When she returned home with a full load of leisure, Yulan was sitting in the courtyard chatting with the sister Wang next door.

"You Daoist Yu is back."

Seeing Yu Xian, Sister Wang took the lead in greeting with a smile.

Yu Xian replied with a gentle smile:

"When I entered the door, I saw magpies flying by. I guessed that a distinguished guest was coming, and it really was a distinguished guest."

In all fairness, Sister Wang's appearance and figure are well maintained, with the charm of a mature woman, but her eyes are somewhat heavy and depressed.

Well, it can also be understood as dissatisfaction with desire.

After all, Sister Wang's black-faced husband, who is dedicated to practicing, really doesn't seem like a considerate person.

So Sister Wang stands side by side with Yulan, who has always been innocent and kind, ignorant of world affairs, and has always had a girlish attitude, obviously feeling like an elder.

Of course, in terms of age, Sister Wang is fifty-seven, while Yulan is only twenty-five, which is indeed a generation behind.

But the appearance of immortal cultivators always ages very slowly before the period of qi and blood decline. After sixty, Miss Wang's appearance will probably change every year.

An out-of-control thought circled in Yu Xian's mind.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Yu's mouth is so sweet, no wonder my girl has been talking about you all the time after only being away for a few days.

It's not like my head of the house, who doesn't come home once in ten and a half months. "

Sister Wang stood up, ready to say goodbye.

"Since you're back, I won't disturb your reunion."

Yu Xian smiled and nodded: "I'll trouble Miss Wang to take care of my wife these few days. This is a little gift I brought back from my trip. Please don't dislike her."

With a flip of his palm, he took out a bottle of low-level qi training elixir, the market price of which was about five or six spirit stones.

Anyway, it's all spoils of war, and it won't hurt to give it away for nothing.

Human relations, getting along well with your neighbors will save you a lot of trouble in the future.

It's just that thinking about the one or two pieces of Lingshi that he had to struggle with for a long time, Yu Xian felt like a dream again.

When Sister Wang saw the gift, her eyes lit up, but she didn't accept it, instead she quickened her pace.

"What are you talking about, Yulan and I are happy to get along, and I didn't come to chat with you to accept gifts from you.

Besides, this gift is too expensive, if you really want to give me a gift, next time you will pick something cheaper, otherwise I will not be able to return the gift. "

Sister Wang's voice was a bit complaining, but the smile on her face was obviously much more sincere.

Seeing this, Yu Xian thought that he had no interest in old women like Sister Wang, otherwise she would have to let her husband know what the power of the old Yu next door is.

Monks are human too, and old couples also need some romance and beauty in their lives.

But obviously, Sister Wang's husband does not have this romance.

"It's because I didn't think carefully. Next time, I will definitely satisfy Sister Wang. Sister Wang, go slowly."

The courtyard door just closed.

Yu Xian turned around, and Yulan bumped into him with a bang, holding him tightly with both hands, buried her head deeply in his chest, and said almost dreamily:
"Sister-in-law, I miss you."

Yu Xian rubbed Yulan's hair and laughed dumbfoundedly.

"I've only been out for a few days, and you miss me?"

Yulan hummed, and said seriously: "But you have never been away from me for such a long time before, and I haven't slept well for several days."

Hearing this, Yu Xian really thought about it carefully.

It seems that since Yulan followed him, he has not been separated from her for more than twelve hours.

Even if you go out to learn technology from young ladies, you won't study for two consecutive days.

After all, he himself has been working very hard on cultivation.

This time he left for three days, which is already a record.

Thinking of it this way, Yu Xian's eyes couldn't help being much gentler.

He hugged Yulan by the waist, and walked straight to the master bedroom.

"I want to see how much you think?"

Yulan immediately turned pale with fright: "Master, please forgive me!"

Ever since Yu Xian broke through the foundation-building realm and evolved into a physical body, she never won a single fight.

At this time, she began to miss the princess and Xiao Yi.

Those were all her comrades who fought side by side.

……

Yulan felt that she wanted to speak, but found that her voice was already hoarse.

"Sanggong, when will you find me another sister?"

Yu Xian, who was playing with Xiaobai, was taken aback for a moment, and said with a strange expression:

"This is the first time I've heard such a request? You must have awakened some strange hobby, right?

Heck, I don't mind that. "

Yulan blushed, and squeaked:

Yu Xian's expression was serious, and he said solemnly:

"Yulan, I have to criticize you about this.

Even if I have a little bit of talent in a certain area, but with your strength, how can you not be able to handle half of my level?

Now that you have lost so badly, it is all because you didn't work hard in your cultivation, which made you suffer a lot. "

"Of course, I will carefully consider your request."

Now the condition that restricts his cultivation and progress is no longer himself, but Yulan can no longer bear his love and affection.

So even after he broke through Foundation Establishment, he didn't increase the intensity of his daily practice.

He can bear it, but Yulan can't bear it.

An energetic tiger and a well-behaved little white rabbit are not in the same order when you think about it.

Magnolia: "..."

Why does Xianggong make a lot of sense, but it sounds weird?

I always feel that if I continue to talk, I will die of shame and anger.

So her body somehow produced a force out of thin air, and the whole person and the quilt were wrapped into a ball, shrinking into a ball.

"I don't want to talk anymore."

Yu Xian smiled, and with a big hand, he hugged the dumpling in his arms.

"Then take a good rest, I'm a little tired these days."

For the past three days, he has been comprehending the inheritance of the formation master.

Soon.

Yu Xian breathed steadily and fell asleep.

Compared with meditation instead of sleep, I still prefer sleep in my spare time.

Anyway, with his talent, the progress brought about by practice is really not as good as sleeping.

Yulan quietly opened her eyes, raised her head, and saw Yu Xian's slightly pursed mouth, with a few thin stubbles protruding from his chin.

She couldn't help touching it with her hands, it was a little hard and prickly.

Seeing that Yu Xian didn't respond, she was like a little fox who stole a chicken, her eyes secretly bent into crescent moons.

……

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the weather changes.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

this day.

Yu Xian sat in front of the court, holding a small carving knife in his right hand, and a wooden plate the size of a palm in his left.

There was also a plate of light blue ink in front of him.

The tip of the knife was stained with ink, and then the knife was carved like a pen, engraving mysterious lines on the formation disk.

The ink in the plate is used less and less.

I don't know if it is hundreds or thousands of fine lines.

When they are all connected together, these lines all light up with a light blue light, turning into a rune like a seal of insects and birds.

After a while, the light disappeared, and all the engravings disappeared, and what appeared instead was a cloud-like black pattern.

"The cloud and mist formation plate, you only need to cooperate with three formation flags, plus nine spirit stones, and place them in the positions of the three talents and nine palaces respectively, to raise the fog and trap people in the invisible.

If it is combined with the poisonous miasma formation, if a Qi training monk accidentally gets trapped in it, it will also turn into pus. "

Yu Xian tossed the cloud and mist array disk in his hand.

These materials are relics left by the tall and thin monk, and he used them for practice unceremoniously.

Facts have proved that he is really talented in formation, but in just half a month, he has successfully recorded the first formation disk.

Of course, he also has his own advantages as a foundation cultivator.

He has divine sense to help him, so it is naturally easier than a qi-training monk burning formations, even though he still has a half-knowledge about many formations.

But the formation diagram is there, even if he follows the gourd, he can force it to complete.

This is the advantage of high-level monks over low-level occupations. They can draw inferences from one instance and understand by analogy.

(End of this chapter)