Youth's Cultivation

Wang Xiaohu was unconscious, but he frightened his parents. For three days, Wang Xiaohu looked pale and twitched from time to time. After seeing the doctor, he couldn't tell why. The old Taoist in the Taoist temple came to do the Dharma, but he didn't get better. He just said that he bumped into the immortal and had no way to return to heaven

The whole family is in great distress, and the villagers can't help but feel sorry for Wang Xiaohu. It was supposed to be a wedding. It looks like it will become a funeral... What a good boy

Although Wang Xiaohu was sleepy, his hands tightly grasped the earthy yellow inner pill and the brocade bag amulet left by Zhou Ningxue. However, he could not take it out of Wang Xiaohu's hands.

The earthy yellow inner alchemy emits a slightly undetectable light and flows into Wang Xiaohu. Three days later, Wang Xiaohu is still unconscious

On the ninth day of June, this was the day of Wang Xiaohu's wedding, but the Wang family was cold. Even the young Tigress and Wang Dahu's little children were in a sad mood.

Wang Xiaohu's breath is getting weaker and weaker, almost undetectable

The doctor in the town just left. After reading it, he just shook his head and waved his hand without saying a word. That means, how can the Wang family not know? It's time to prepare for the future

In the dull atmosphere, there were uninvited guests. Butcher Zhou came in with his son Zhou Zhengyang and a fairy Taoist

Although Wang Dazhu had some opinions about the Zhou family because of his divorce, it can't be blamed for the Zhou family. They can't control the immortal's meaning, but their son's life is not guaranteed because of this. Therefore, seeing that the Zhou family's father and son, Wang Dazhu and his eldest son are simple and honest, they didn't say too ugly words, but Wang erhu is closest to his brother Wang Xiaohu, My character is also a little wild. In addition, I have wandered in the Jianghu for several years. Naturally, my temper is not very good

What are you doing here? You're not welcome here! Wang erhu clenched his fist and glared at butcher Zhou.

Erhu, it's our old Zhou family who is sorry for the old Wang family this time, but now is not the time to say this. Please show the fairy to the tiger first! Butcher Zhou smiled with him, but he was not dissatisfied with Wang erhu's tone.

unwanted! Wang erhu was ungrateful. The Taoists in the town, even the famous doctors within a hundred miles, Wang erhu invited them, but none of them worked

Wang Dazhu is a simple and honest man after all. Although he is angry in his heart, it doesn't help to lose his temper with butcher Zhou

Lao Zhou, we appreciate your kindness. No, it's inconvenient at home, so I won't greet you... Wang Dazhu is ordering you to leave

Butcher Zhou was followed by a 12-year-old little black fat man named Zhou Zhengyang. He was carved out of the same mold as butcher Zhou. He was forced to be his own. However, because he was younger, he was only black and fat and didn't have a face full of flesh, so he was not fierce, but looked a little lovable.

Uncle Wang, let the immortal master show his brother-in-law first. This elder Xuanhe is not a Taoist of the Taoist temple, but an immortal of Qingyun gate, that is, a cultivator... The little black and fat Zhou Zhengyang quickly explained. At the same time, looking at the thin Taoist with fairy style and moral integrity, he seemed to be afraid that the Taoist was angry because of the Wang family's attitude, but fortunately, the Taoist had not changed at all, Obviously, he didn't care about the ordinary attitude.

Immortal... Cultivator

Wang Dazhu and his son looked carefully at the thin Taoist. The Taoist had pale hair and childlike face, but his eyes were deep. He was really different from ordinary Taoists, but he couldn't tell where it was different.

Ah... This... Wang Dazhu has seen the fairy. Please be merciful and save my son

Wang Dazhu knelt down instantly. Even Wang erhu knelt down blankly. Immortal, this is a legendary existence, but now it appears in front of his eyes

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