Start: Summon a Daji

"Hall Master?!"

Qin Feng was dumbfounded when he heard this name. Is this old magic stick the master of the Immortal Palace?A hall master just to extort money from himself?

At this time, Long Lao, Tang Lao and Jia Lao rushed over after hearing the sound.

The three of them greeted the old god stick, obviously they had known each other for a long time, and they all respected him very much.

It is conceivable that after all their guarding work is carried out by the disciples of the Immortal Palace, it is not surprising that they have friendship.

"Old friend Shen, this person is predestined with my fairy palace, can you sell me a favor?" The old god stick took the initiative to intercede for Qin Feng, Qin Feng couldn't help frowning, what kind of medicine was sold in the old man's gourd?

Elder Shen refused indifferently: "Master Shen, this matter is forgivable for Mr. Shen!" He refused without even thinking about it.

"Old friend Shen, being convenient for others is convenient for yourself. I advise you to put it down as soon as possible, or you may have bad luck..." The old god stick sighed, he was not alarmist, but calculated all of this.

Old Shen's brows are getting deeper and deeper, these old people know the ability of the Immortal Palace Master best, so what he said is not missed.

The old magic stick continued to ask: "If I can't give a satisfactory explanation, it seems that you won't let him go?"

Elder Shen didn't speak, but he had already acquiesced.

The old magic stick signaled to several old people to let other irrelevant people leave. After leaving only a few of them on the scene, he said: "The land of Shenzhou will have a thousand-year catastrophe in the future, and this person is the one who will transform the catastrophe!"

"What?!" Several people were shocked, but Qin Feng himself was dubious, and didn't know if the old magic stick was lying.

The old god stick said helplessly: "So, I must save him, not just him, but tens of thousands of people."

"Daoist, is it possible to make a mistake?" Elder Shen was not reconciled, so he let Qin Feng go.

The old god stick became a little displeased, and said, "Are you suspicious of the poor? If old friend Shen still refuses to let him go, I have no choice but to talk to some bosses."

The boss he was talking about was not a businessman, but some of the most powerful people in China today, and they often appeared on TV.

The patriarchs of several big families have no doubt that the palace master has this ability. After all, the security work of those bosses is also in charge of the people of Xiandian.

"I..." Elder Shen almost gritted his teeth and said, "I'll let you go!"

Immediately, a phone call brought the police officer back, and he uncuffed Qin Feng again with his own hands.

This person is puzzled, but this is not something he can think about, he can only do it.

"Thanks."

Qin Feng bowed his hands to the old god stick, as he said, this trip to Yancheng was safe and secure.

The old magic stick glanced at him, and then said to several people: "In that case, I will take them away."

"Taoist, go slowly!" Mr. Tang, Mr. Jia, and Mr. Long all presented the old god's stick respectfully, but Mr. Shen was speechless, and he could only watch Qin Feng leave unharmed.

After all the people left, the three of them cast a sympathetic look at Elder Shen. Is there anything more angry than this, but the dead son can't catch the murderer and take revenge?

suddenly!

Old Shen was extremely angry, spat out a mouthful of blood, and lay on the ground spinning.

Dong Jiu and other immortal cultivators immediately stepped forward to feel the pulse of Old Shen, and injected immortal power to continue his life.

However, everything is a foregone conclusion...

"Mr. Shen, he died of exhaustion!" Several people shook their heads and came to this common conclusion.

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I've been lazy for half a month, and tomorrow I will start the fourth shift!If I can't, I'll be single for another year!

Hee hee, today is the birthday of fake cigarettes. I hope next year I can get out of the order and make more money. I also wish all book friends good health and happy families.

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"Old god stick, I didn't expect you to have some skills." Qin Feng couldn't help joking. Fortunately, he didn't offend him, otherwise he might not escape.

The old magic stick blew his beard and stared at him and said, "You're rude! I've tried my best to save you. Remember, the poor surname is Chen!"

"Chen Daochang, is this okay?"

Qin Feng rolled his eyes at him, the appearance of the old magic stick was so special that people couldn't help thinking of him as a magic stick.

"It's almost there."

The old magic stick restrained his anger, waved his fly whisk and shouted a Taoist slogan: "Buddha of Infinite Life!"

"Chen Daochang, is what you said just now true or false? The land of China will experience a thousand-year catastrophe?"

"Naturally it is true. Monks don't tell lies."

Qin Feng asked his biggest question again, and said, "Master Dao, what kind of place is your fairy palace?"

"It's a place that connects the mortal world and the world of cultivating immortals. It's located on the top of Changbai Mountain. The people in the Immortal Palace are all descendants of the world of cultivating immortals."

"The world of cultivating immortals really exists?"

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but think of the fascinating world in Xianxia.

The old god stick nodded, and said slowly: "It's a pity that the gate of the two worlds is permanently closed. Back then, China was invaded by other countries, and the ancestors worked hard to consume countless natural materials and treasures. They just created this channel and sent some people in. Then The passage is permanently closed.

However, they found that there seemed to be a curse that the aborigines in the world of cultivating immortals could not live for three years in China.

Unless the next generation is conceived in the mortal world, those offspring can grow and survive safely. "

"That is to say, Daoist Master, your ancestors came from the world of cultivating immortals? What does the world of cultivating immortals look like?" Qin Feng felt a little unbelievable that he had discovered such a big secret.

"It is also!"

The old god stick sighed and said with emotion: "I am ashamed to say that I have never been to that world, but I only know a little bit from the records. It is my duty to protect the land of Shenzhou!"

"That's disrespectful!"

Qin Feng clasped his fists together, paying homage to the old magic stick. These are a group of guards with heavy responsibilities on their shoulders.

"The heavy responsibility you will bear in the future will not be lighter than mine." The old god stick smiled and patted Qin Feng on the shoulder.

Qin Feng rubbed his palms, and said embarrassedly: "Look, I have to take on a heavy responsibility. Do you have any good things in the fairy palace, and you can give me a few of them? I don't dislike any magical pills or magic weapons. "

"Get lost! It's my fault."

The old god stick cursed, Qin Feng smiled and looked at him without saying a word, his face blushed, and he said hastily: "Buddha of Infinite Life, I have sinned."

"Taoist, that..." Qin Feng rubbed his fingers, hinting frantically.

The old magic stick grabbed Qin Feng's arm, looked it over carefully, and said with a frown, "It's weird! You have immortal power in your body, but your body has not been baptized by immortal power. What's even more strange is that there seem to be two other mysterious powers. ..."

The two kinds of power are naturally the X virus and the nuclear energy of life. The feeling of being spied on by others is very uncomfortable. Qin Feng quickly broke away from his restraint and said, "Just say, give me something good."

"Hurry up!" The old god stick gave Qin Feng a look, and Qin Feng said with a smile: "Taoist priest, you have broken the precept again."

"The poor way cultivates the heart and does not cultivate." The old magic stick tapped Qin Feng's head with his fingers as a punishment, and just this one gave Qin Feng a headache.

The old magic stick thought for a moment, and said: "Do you know that immortal cultivators are divided into [Qi Condensation], [Body Refining], [Foundation Establishment], [Congealing Pill], [Broken Pill], [Yuanying], [Out of Aperture], and [Crossing Tribulation]. [Mahayana] nine realms."

Qin Feng couldn't help thinking, don't the nine realms of immortal cultivators correspond to the nine heavens of gods and demons?

"Judging from the quality of your current immortal power, you should have reached the foundation building stage, but the realm is still in the gas condensation stage.

To put it another way, take online games as an example, you have a level now, but you haven't changed your job yet. "

Qin Feng suddenly became enlightened, and it was exactly what he thought, and then he said: "I also ask the Taoist priest to give me some pointers!"

"I have a copy of "Self-Cultivation of Immortal Cultivators" here. Take it and study it carefully, and you should be able to reach the foundation building stage soon."

The old god stick took out a brand new book, Qin Feng was dumbfounded, and said: "Master Dao, are you trying to frame me? This book is clearly new, and what is the self-cultivation of a cultivator? It's so weird..."

Snapped! !

The old magic stick rolled the book into a stick, tapped it on Qin Feng's head, and said angrily: "What do you know, this is a book that condenses the wisdom of countless predecessors, and the name of the book was arranged by the old man himself later."

"Been taught a lesson..."

Qin Feng rubbed his head, accepted the book, and added a wechat message with the old god stick before leaving.

Before the old magic stick left, he said earnestly to Qin Fengyu: "The catastrophe is not far away, boy, the important task of saving the world is entrusted to you!" After speaking, it disappeared like a gust of wind, and Qin Feng couldn't catch the track.

Qin Feng said with emotion: "This old boy, talking like an old sow wears a bra, one set after another..."

Bang! !

An invisible air flow turned into a fist, which appeared from the sky and hit the top of the head.

"Don't speak ill of the old man behind your back!" The voice floated leisurely, and it was impossible to detect where it came from.

There was a big swelling on the top of Qin Feng's head, he couldn't help rubbing his head and grinning in pain, the old boy hadn't gone far, the attack was really ruthless!

Crown five-star hotel,

This is one of Yingliu's properties and strongholds in Yancheng. Han Yan was taken away by Yingliu's people to protect here as soon as he escaped from trouble.

Han Yan's heart has been very disturbed, until Qin Feng appeared in front of her eyes.

"Qin Feng!"

Han Yan stood up excitedly from the wheelchair, Qin Feng quickly went to her side, pressed her shoulder and said: "Your legs are not good yet, don't use force."

"I thought I'd never see you again."

Han Yan hugged Qin Feng's waist, tears dripping down, this policewoman who is strong in the eyes of outsiders still sheds tears when she is weak.

"I told you I'd be fine."

Qin Feng comforted Han Yan, speaking softly, lest he couldn't use all his tenderness.

Han Yan said softly: "When my legs get better, I will... I will."

"What are you?"

"I'll be your mistress!" Han Yanyu couldn't help but keep dying, Qin Feng couldn't laugh or cry: "Why do you have such an idea?"

"I'm afraid, if I don't hurry up, I won't have a chance."

Han Yan felt dejected. During the waiting period, she thought a lot.

She made the worst decision, if Qin Feng really couldn't come back, how regretful and regretful she would be.

So Han Yan was praying that if Qin Feng could return safely, even if she gave up her dignity and bottom line to be a mistress, she would still be with Qin Feng.

"Listen up Han Yan, I want you to be my wife, not a so-called mistress!"