Qi Yuan finished speaking and waited seriously.
This talent, if spoken about, seems to have some inexplicable effects.
Unknown world.
Boundless falling trees, giant pythons spit out messages, and light flickers on and off.
The cold wind penetrated into the body of the old man in animal skin like a sword, making his body tremble with cold.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a divine voice in his ears, and he quickly knelt down and worshiped on the ground, his head banging on the ground.
He kept talking non-stop.
Finally, suddenly, a flash of light came into the old man's mind, as if he had discovered something.
"Poor... money..."
These two syllables came out of his mouth, and then he knelt on the ground with an expression of ecstasy.
He has a great plan in his mind. He wants to rely on the instructions of the gods to create an artifact called money.
In the underworld, Qi Yuan was quite bored.
"Just treat it as a tree hole. It's so boring. There's no feedback."
With a lazy expression, he stretched.
Suddenly, he thought of something: "How about doing an experiment?"
After recovering the strength of the strange painter, he walked out of the underworld and returned to the Jiang family's stronghold in Yuntian City.
Junior sister Jiang Lingsu is now in her room, with the fire on the lamp still on.
Qi Yuan closed his eyes and began to activate the power of his ears.
He listened to see if there were any strange sounds near him. If there was a conversation, something interesting might happen.
"If I could become as powerful as the Blood-clothed Sword God, my mother-in-law would not look down on me!"
"If the sky falls, there will be a tall person to hold it up. What does it have to do with me if the exercises are poisonous?"
“The steamed buns are so delicious!”
"I really want to have a Taoist companion who is considerate, dedicated, will not betray me, and can be with me. God, please give me a Taoist companion!"
These murmurs fell into Qi Yuan's ears.
Qi Yuan's eyes immediately focused on the monk who wanted to be a Taoist companion.
He is a homesteader, and the ashes on his green robe are almost scabbed. He probably hasn't moved for many years and has been thinking wildly.
"Give you some good luck and bring your Taoist companion back home as soon as possible." Qi Yuan thought about it and said to the home cultivator.
Now Qi Yuan has reached the realm of Zifu, coupled with the power of Yang Shen Tianzun.
Although he can't truly follow his words, he can still easily change his destiny with his words.
Since you heard it, it means you are destined to give me some good luck as you wish.
Following his voice, the house cultivator in the cave suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of shock and fear in his eyes: "Who? Which senior passed by and joked with the junior?"
He was shocked in his heart.
If you accidentally speak or transmit a voice, and it is intercepted and overheard by a senior, then forget it.
He was obviously thinking wildly and had thoughts in his mind, but he didn't say them out at all, but in the end... he could even be heard?
He tensed up and paid attention to his surroundings, but found nothing.
"Could it be that... the sound just now was an illusion?"
The housekeeper was a little surprised and unsure.
But suddenly, there was a ripple in the space, and an afterimage appeared from the void and landed on his futon.
The repairman was stunned for a moment, looking at the strange-looking thing.
"cup?"
When he saw the instructions above, his face turned red.
"Is this a Taoist monk?"
He was holding the cup in his hand with a complicated expression.
There is fear, helplessness, and confusion.
Unfortunately, as if he was making a random wish, a certain being heard it and responded to him, but the result of the response was a bit strange to what he asked for.
"Could it be that my ravings were overheard by some extraterrestrial evil spirit?"
Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Zhai Xiu's forehead.
On the other side, Qi Yuan also had a look of surprise in his eyes.
The scene of a homesteader holding a certain cup is really weird.
"So, now I am actually equivalent to the god who distributes money to boys?"
"Unexpectedly, I actually promised him the best Taoist companion in Canglan Realm.
Use the cow to criticize the monks, use the cow to criticize the Taoist companions, and use the cow to criticize the life!"
Qi Yuan squinted his eyes carefully, comprehending himself.
After all, it would be a huge loss to always scatter money but get nothing.
He even wanted to knock the housekeeper unconscious and snatch the cup away.
After all, he paid, what did Zha Xiu pay?
About a hundred breaths of time passed, and Qi Yuan opened his eyes.
"It seems... my speech is clearer and my ears are sharper."
In a few breaths of time, he thoroughly tested himself, and now he has discovered these changes.
Of course, there may be deeper changes, but he is still too weak to notice them yet.
After all, he is now Zifu, the newbie in the world of cultivating immortals.
In the Canglan Realm, one can occupy a mountaintop and become the king, but in the upper realm, one can also become the king of the mountain.
Qi Yuan was thinking wildly, and suddenly, a voice came to his ears.
"Humph, this time I sneaked over here to see where your kid was running, and I kidnapped my daughter and broke her legs."
Upon hearing this voice, Qi Yuan's expression changed slightly.
This voice clearly belongs to Jiang Ruhua!
He sensed it and instantly discovered that Jiang Ruhua was heading towards Yuntian City.
"Junior sister, run quickly!"
Without thinking, Qi Yuan rushed directly into junior sister Jiang Lingsu's room and grabbed Jiang Lingsu's wrist.
After all, judging from Jiang Ruhua's appearance, with all kinds of talismans and array disks hidden on his body, he was obviously very confident in taking down Qi Yuan.
"Ah...hey...senior brother, what are you doing!" Jiang Lingsu breathed out hot air through her nose, her almond-shaped eyes widened, looking very anxious.
One of her hands was held by Qi Yuan, and the other palm was holding the edge of the thin flesh-colored stockings, as if she was trying on the stockings.
The white and tender little feet stepped into the bottom of the stockings, and the slender calves fit tightly, and the skin was as white as jade, complementing each other.
The delicate jade-like thigh skin is exposed to the air, like the outline of stockings, making it look tight, plump and voluptuous.
Under the light, a line of white light could be seen on the stockings from the knees to the feet.
Qi Yuan glanced at her and said, "Don't look at it if it's inappropriate." Then he moved his buttocks up like a half moon, hidden in the clouds and mist. Well, it was even more inappropriate.
Going further up, well, it's too offensive.
The moonlight tonight is so big, white and round.
Qi Yuan recited Buddhist scriptures silently in his heart.
"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and emptiness is form..."
To be continued...