Urban Witcher

Wu Jiawei quietly looked at him pretending to be aggressive, and when he finished speaking, he said, "You are so capable, why don't you go and change history like those in time-travel dramas."

Sibao said: "Crazy, what am I doing to change history."

Wu Jiawei said: "High-ranking officials and generous salaries come here just by raising their hands."

"I'm not interested. I just want to go back now, my Xiaowen..." Sibao frowned, suddenly thought of something, and his expression froze. After a long time, he took a deep breath and said, "Dawei , You said... If I really do this, what kind of impact will it have on future generations?"

Wu Jiawei said: "That depends on the size of the things you do, I don't know."

Sibao said: "As I just said, if I have the opportunity to tell Commander Zhang, the direct troops will go around behind the Marco Polo Bridge to attack him, let him take precautions in advance, and even set up suspicious positions... The premise is that people listen to me, you say , what will happen in the end?"

Wu Jiawei was stunned for a while, then said, "Is it possible for the Northeast Army to turn defeat into victory? Then..."

"Then history may be rewritten." The corner of Sibao's mouth twitched, and he said with emotion: "Fuck, thinking that I might change history, this feeling is really...unexplainable."

Wu Jiawei thought for a while, and said: "This is just the most ideal result. As an ordinary person, you will never see a warlord at all. Even if you do see it by chance, it is impossible for people to listen to a word of such a big thing as war." Just change the strategic plan."

Sibao nodded and said, "That's what I'm just imagining. Even if I was really given such a chance, I wouldn't do it. Although it's exciting to change history, it's too scary to think about it."

Wu Jiawei sat down on the meadow, looked at the dilapidated Buddha statue in the main hall, and said, "I'm just a mage, and I'm not interested in these things that have nothing to do with the magic world."

"I am also a mage, so we should only do what we are good at. If we want to use my plan to find Shaoyang, we must have a certain status."

Wu Jiawei looked up at him: "What should I do?"

Sibao sat down opposite him, rubbed his stomach, and said, "Let's talk about it when the situation is peaceful. We can't do anything in this chaotic world. Let's fill our stomachs first. What, you can cook a few more." A sweet potato..."

When Wu Jiawei heard the word "sweet potato", a disgusted expression appeared on his paralyzed face, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Master Bao, can we eat something else?"

Sibao rubbed his growling stomach and said angrily, "If you don't eat sweet potatoes, what else do you want to eat? KFC McDonald's? Braised chicken and rice?"

Wu Jiawei also groaned in his stomach, wiped his saliva, took a breath and said, "Stop poisoning, let's eat sweet potatoes, I'll cook them..."

"For a change today, let's eat roasted sweet potatoes."

Wu Jiawei had already stood up and walked out, but stopped when he heard this sentence, and said, "I have eaten roasted sweet potatoes several times."

Sibao rolled his eyes, "Then tell me, what flavor have we never tried?"

Wu Jiawei was at a loss for words, so he was speechless.

Peach Blossom Mountain is a hill outside Hangzhou City. Although it has a good name, it is not well-known. There is a Taoist temple on the mountain, just in troubled times, even the affluent city of Hangzhou has been affected by fluctuations, basically no one goes to the mountain to burn incense, and the front hall of Taohua Mountain is also very dilapidated, only two little Taoist priests are there to guide boys in the front mountain, but There were not many pilgrims all day long, only occasionally some came to stay overnight, and the two were ordered to drive them away.

Two boys were in the hall, one with a feather duster and the other with a dust whisk, cleaning up the god statues in the hall, looking bored, and just looking for something to do for themselves.

"Brother, tell me, when can we start practicing spells like those senior brothers." A younger one complained.

"What's the rush, those senior brothers, aren't we the ones who persisted in the past like this, there is always a chance."

The young Daotong took a look at his senior brother and said, "Senior brother, you can really see it."

"If you can see it, you have to wait. If you can't see it, you have to wait. It's all the same. Why do you feel uncomfortable?"

Xiao Daotong laughed and said: "Senior brother, you are enlightened. If I were the master, I would definitely let you enter the outer courtyard to start cultivating the Tao."

The two were talking and laughing while they were working. Xiao Daotong found a rag and wiped the incense case. When he went out to pour water, he saw a person walking up the mountain and couldn't help but take a look.

What came was a man in a yellow gown, with long hair tied behind his head and a sallow complexion, with his hands clasped together, he walked slowly up the mountain road.

Xiao Daotong stared at the face of the person who came, and felt that his appearance was very ordinary, but there was an indescribable feeling...so he stood aside and waited dully until the person went up the mountain.

Xiao Daotong leaned forward and said, "The benefactor..."

Just after these two words were said, someone raised a hand and squeezed a Seven Star Art. This is a technique of the Taoist sect. When the two met, they knew that they were members of the Taoist sect, but they didn't know the seniority of the other party, but after making a Ziwu formula, one of them said: "Where did you come from, senior?"

The yellow-faced man walked into the hall without looking at them. The main hall of the Taoist temple is divided into front and back. The front hall generally enshrines the ancestors of their own sects. The back hall has three entrances, dedicated to gods from all walks of life.

The yellow-faced man walked into the front hall, walked past several god statues one by one, and finally stopped in front of the middle one. He looked up at the god statue with a smile on his lips.

The two Taoist boys glanced at each other with confused faces, the older one walked over, saluted and said, "Senior, this is..."

"Call your Peach Blossom Mountain Master here." The yellow-faced man looked at the statue without looking sideways, and said softly.

The two were stunned for a moment.

Although the other party's tone was flat, but he didn't answer his question, and he didn't even look at himself. It was a bit offensive to ask for the head teacher as soon as he opened his mouth. Both of them were a little angry at once, and a Taoist boy said: "What do you need to ask us to teach you!"

"I have a few words to say to him." The yellow-faced man's tone was still very calm.

That Daotong got angry, snorted and said: "Your Excellency, if you want to see our head teacher, you must at least give us a name?"

The yellow-faced man seemed to think for a moment, and said, "My name is Li Haoran."

The two looked at each other and frowned.

"With all due respect, I haven't heard of your name. I don't know where you come from. Why do you want to ask our head teacher? We can report it, otherwise our head teacher has never seen outsiders."

"If I want to see him, he has to come." Li Haoran said softly.