Fast Time Travel: The Fat Girl's Scheming

Chapter 167

The next day, the master and apprentice set off for the mortal world, Yun Xing landed outside the city about two hours later, and two large characters "Shubei" were impressively engraved on the high platform plaque at the gate of the city.

It wasn't until here that Jing Yan realized that the master would agree to come to the mortal world so easily, not because of himself but because of official business, but it was all about playing anyway, and after playing to the fullest, it was the same to get good impressions.

Walking in the mortal world, although no one would recognize him as Bo Lai Immortal Venerable Yi Xiaonan, but facing the world with such a clean face is undoubtedly too ostentatious, so Yi Xiaonan turned into a plain cloth Young man in white.

The city of Shubei is full of flowers, the upper and lower floors of the attic are performing operas one after another, and the streets are lined with peddlers, singing songs, so lively!

Jing Yan looked here and there, squeezed into the crowd, and after running away for a while, couldn't help but look around to see if the man in white was still not far away.

"Master, what do you think this is?"

"Master, this is so beautiful."

"master,……"

Yi Xiaonan remained silent, watching her shuttle through the crowd, and then dragged him to look at those strange things.In the past hundred years, he has never felt that the world is actually so interesting, or in the past, he didn't know what it meant to be interesting.

Jing Yan saw a group of people looking at something, couldn't help but squeeze in to have a look, the master behind him seemed to be calling her, but she didn't care, but she was not big, so she squeezed into the innermost place at once Went there, just squeezed in and stood still but saw the master appearing beside her in vain.

"Hehe, master." Jing Yan stretched out her hand to grab Yi Xiaonan's sleeve.

In the center of the crowd was an old Taoist with a gray beard, holding a bowl of clear water in his palm, and he was very dignified.

"Pindao is an old Taoist priest who has practiced in Xiaoshan for a hundred years. Recently, he entered the mortal world to save the world, but he heard that the land in the north of Shu is very evil, and there are demons coming in and out, so today he set up a field here to save the people in the north of Shu." The old man stretched out his hand. He stroked his gray beard.

Naturally, some people in the crowd didn't believe it, and someone asked: "You said you are a Taoist priest of Xiaoshan, what proof do you have? You said there are demons, why should we believe you?"

The old Taoist stroked his gray beard and replied: "It's understandable for you not to believe it. After all, there are too many charlatans in this world. Can any of you know what this is?" a wooden sword.The wooden sword gradually enlarged in his hand, turning into a finely carved mahogany sword.

Most microscopic people know that there are immortals in this world, but they have never seen them before. Just now, they were shocked and amazed when they saw that finger-sized wooden sword instantly transform into a three-foot long sword. Someone in the crowd saw the origin of the sword and said: "This is Xiao Shan's sword, the mahogany sword specially used by Xiao Shan's disciples."

Jing Yan looked at the joyful and surprised look of the exclaiming people in the crowd, it was clearly Tonger.

"That's right, this brother has good eyesight. This is the mahogany sword specially used by Xiaoshan disciples." The old man put the mahogany sword on the table beside him, and Jing Yan found that the pattern on the sword was changing slightly, and pulled it. The master's sleeve whispered: "Master, look at that sword."

For a while, there was a lot of voices, all of them were people who asked the old Taoist to save him, but the old Taoist played tricks and said: "This matter should not be handled by the poor Taoist. What the poor Taoist wandered here today is to talk about fate. We need to find someone who is destined."

"What is fate?" Someone shouted in the crowd, and Jing Yan's sharp eyes turned to the same person just now.

"It is fate that you meet the poor Taoist today." The old Taoist showed off.

(End of this chapter)