"My master has already lost his temper before I even became a disciple. It's so miserable..."
Zhao Hongdou was carrying a large book box behind him, and an oil-paper umbrella was inserted on the side of the book box. The girl in green clothes held her hands on the door, revealing half of her head, and looked towards the courtyard with her big eyes blinking.
As he looked around, he saw a girl whose appearance was similar to his own, but whose figure was almost better than his own.
This Taoist temple is well hidden... Zhao Hongdou stood up straight, looked down and saw his toes... a complete defeat.
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After looking around for a while, Zhao Hongdou turned back, randomly broke a branch, squatted on the steps, drew circles around his feet, and murmured to himself:
"Grandpa didn't know what he was thinking. He came out and sold me to this ghost place... This place doesn't look like a good place at first glance. It's shabby and small. It looks like it's a Taoist temple. I, a scholar, walk on Haoran Road.
It has nothing to do with Daomen."
"Two completely different paths of spiritual practice. What can the master who has already raised his braids teach this girl?"
"Why don't you go back? Anyway, the master is dead, and grandpa won't blame him."
"But after I go back, I have to be forced into marriage by that hateful bastard again. I think this girl is beautiful and proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, so I don't want to marry such a bastard."
"Oh, I understand... Grandpa didn't sell me, but let me hide here for a year and a half so that those bastards can't find me. When I become an old girl, I can go back openly."
"But... I will be old when I go back. Which handsome young man will like me? Every girl has to get married..."
Zhao Hongdou patted his face, his round eyes obviously a little disappointed...
She, Zhao Hongdou... the second talented woman of the Great Zhou Dynasty | the daughter of the Imperial Academy of the Great Zhou Dynasty | the favorite of the Qingsheng Academy, the best academy in the world | the granddaughter of Zhao Zai, the dean of the Qingsheng Academy.
She is sixteen years old this year and is in her prime, the age to get married. Because she holds many of the above titles, it is no surprise that she has been favored by many dandy disciples from the powerful families of the Zhou Dynasty and wants to marry her home.
Therefore, Zhao Hongdou traveled thousands of miles and fled from Dazhou to Xishu for refuge.
Grandpa said that he found a master for her, which is where she lives now, Qingyuan Temple.
But as soon as Zhao Hongdou went up the mountain, he saw a memorial tent set up in the front yard. He had also heard on the way up the mountain that the head of Qingyuan Temple was dead.
"Could it be that I am a master? It seems that the three teachers in front of me all died inexplicably."
"The first one participated in party politics and was beheaded by the emperor. The second one had a bad temper and insisted on quarreling with others, but lost the argument and was so angry that he died. The third one, how did he die?"
Zhao Hongdou scratched his head, unable to remember.
Suddenly, she chuckled, her eyes turning into crescents.
She threw away the branch in her hand, stood up and patted the cold dew on her skirt:
"I don't care about that much for now. Since Master is dead anyway, let's go down the mountain and have fun for a few days. I heard that there are beautiful Miao girls who know voodoo everywhere in the southwest...hehehehe, take one home."
Just as he was about to go down the mountain, Zhao Hongdou felt two "buzzing" sounds in his arms.
Zhao Hongdou raised his eyebrows and jumped into the grass on the side of the road.
Taking out the iron plate from his arms, Zhao Hongdou closed his eyes and his consciousness sank.
[Tian San: Who has Nine Saint Lotus Roots? Urgent need! 】
Zhao Hongdou looked at it and pouted, feeling very unhappy.
It turned out to be a distress signal sent by the big bad guy No. 3.
Zhao Hongdou spent a lot of money to buy this iron plate from a Taoist priest, almost all of her pocket money for more than ten years.
The Taoist's words still linger in Zhao Hongdou's ears. The Taoist said:
"Little girl, I think you have great blessings, you must be a rich and powerful person. You will definitely find a husband who truly loves you in the future, but... I think you have a blackened appearance, and there will be a bloody disaster in the near future.
Body. Alas - a good man from the poor world will do it to the end. This thing is from the ancestor of the poor Tao who fought for more than 80,000 rounds with the Ten Thousand Years Fire Qilin. He took out his spiritual crystal and made this card. Not ninety-eight, not nine thousand-eight.
Only ninety-nine-eight!"
The Taoist said that this iron plate not only attracts good luck and avoids bad luck, but also brings happiness!
Zhao Hongdou believed it!
Bought this card from a Taoist.
But after I returned home, my uncles and grandparents all said: Hongdou, you have been deceived.
Zhao Hongdou: Impossible, I, Zhao Hongdou, am so smart, how could I be deceived!
Facts have proved that she was not deceived.
Later, Zhao Hongdou learned that there were several weirdos living in this iron sign.
She can chat with them every day, complain, and feel very happy.
The others are all good, but No. 3 is the only one who goes against her every time.
Zhao Hongdou was about to enter, but unexpectedly someone else spoke first.
【Tianba: I have it!】
Number 8 comes from a wealthy family, is strong and possesses many good things.
【Tianliu: Are you injured?】
The Nine Saint Lotus Root is a holy medicine that has a price but no market. No matter how severe the injury is, even if you are torn into pieces and cut into several pieces, with the help of the Nine Saint Lotus Root, the body can recover as before.
No. 3 asked for the Nine Saints Lotus Root in the "Heavenly List". No. 6 took it for granted that No. 3 was injured, and the injury was not serious.
[Tian San: No, I asked for it for someone else. He was seriously injured. 】
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Hongdou couldn't help but started chattering mode.
[Tianjiu: Hey, I didn’t realize that the big devil still cares about others. 】
[Tianjiu: Oh, no, it’s not like the big devil chopped him into dozens of pieces, then used holy medicine to cure him, and tortured him back and forth...]
[Tianjiu: Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are indeed a big devil, cruel! 】
【Tiansan: Shut up!】
【Tianjiu: I don’t!!!】
[Tian San: On the 8th, if you believe in me, store the Nine Saint Lotus Roots in the Taotie Pavilion in Wushan County, and I will pick them up. 】
【Tianba:Okay!】
[Tianjiu: Don’t believe No. 3.]
…
After waiting for a while, no one spoke, so Zhao Hongdou wrote with his thoughts:
[Tianjiu: No. 8, don’t believe No. 3! Don’t believe No. 3! Don’t believe No. 3! Say important things three times. 】
After waiting for a while, no one spoke. Zhao Hongdou frowned and tried to ask:
【Tianjiu: Is there anyone? 】
【……】
【……】
No one spoke for a long time. Zhao Hongdou was so angry that he pulled out the iron plate with his spiritual consciousness, threw it on the ground, and said hysterically: "I'm so angry that I left without saying a word..."
Zhao Hongdou carried a large book box on his back and turned around to leave.
But before she even took two steps, she immediately turned back, picked up the iron plate, wiped it carefully with her sleeves, and put it back in her arms... It was a lot of money.
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Don't know when it started.
Jiang Yang felt that the dark world in front of him had a glimmer of light.
Then there was more and more light, until the surrounding world turned into a vast expanse of white.
Jiang Yang was in it, not knowing where to go.
Am I dead?
Should be dead...
I don’t know why, but I have stayed in this world these days.
Jiang Yang's heart was actually much more stable and he was able to think about some issues.
for example:
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Of course, these questions are too profound and philosophical for Jiang Yang to find answers to.
Jiang Yang lay on the ground, resting his arms on his pillow, looking up at the sky.
I feel like I should miss some people.
For example, parents from previous lives?
Or is it the girl you had a crush on in high school? She is so small, if you say a word to her, you will blush...
She should also have some feelings for me, Jiang Xiaoyang...
Well, there certainly is.
Otherwise, why is she blushing?
Thinking of this, Jiang Yang couldn't help but burst out laughing... If the past is endless, how can future generations really integrate into it?
Jiang Yang never felt that he was from the Kyushu world and felt a little alienated.
In the final analysis, it started from the moment when the soul passed through ten years ago.
Jiang Yang felt that he was different from the people in this world.
Whether he studied with Master Wen in Guanli for ten years, or after Master Wen left, he went down the mountain to take on a few apprentices, or joined the world. In short, Jiang Yang always felt that each of these things was a little unreal, like a game.
Dream.
Jiang Yang always felt that one day he would leave without warning.
Don't take away a single ounce of this world.
So much so that when Jiang Yang was alive before, he didn't care much about anything in this world and was just messing around every day.
But……
Later it was different.
It started when I met Chu Linger...
A loli face appeared in front of me, calling her master one after another.
From there, Jiang Yang seems to have found some responsibility!
right.
It’s responsibility!
Be a good master to Chu Ling'er and fulfill her unfulfilled wish... That little girl has a deep hatred. Although she never told Jiang Yang, Jiang Yang had some guesses.
Later, there were Zhao Juan, Cui Ru, Xiong Da, Xiong Da, Yan Junshou, Lao Huang, Shangguan Feng, Xun Yijian, Elder Ye... and Xiong Miaoyun!
It turns out that I already know so many people.
Everyone has his own characteristics and is a living, flesh-and-blood person.
Suddenly, Jiang Yang didn't want to leave here!
I really want to live like this forever, life like this is not bad...
Miaoyun...she likes me.
Jiang Yang raised the corners of his mouth and smiled softly. Love is a wonderful thing.
Xiong Miaoyun is very good... smart, beautiful, sensitive and dignified, and has a good figure.
Although she can't walk, it's not a problem. What's important is her...
Understand me!
It's like having a monkey with her...
I don't want to die yet.
Jiang Yang covered his face, tears bursting from his eyes.
It’s time to face life with a different attitude.
Jiang Yang looked at his own hands. He had never felt that he was weak before. At least on the mountain, he was the only one who caught 10,000 frogs. But after going down the mountain...
Too weak.
Too weak!
He can't even protect the people around him.
He couldn't even do what he promised Miaoyun.
She should be very sad now, she is dead...
Want strength!
Jiang Yang’s eyes were full of determination!
He didn't want something like this to happen again, he didn't want the people around him to be sad, he wanted to live and live well...
"Little Taoist priest, are you awake?" This chapter has been completed!