Only the people who sat on the stools with happy faces after drinking the "elixir" were left.
They seemed to have fallen into some kind of dream, unable to respond to the outside world.
Ye Jiu turned around and pushed Ye San. She fell to the ground with a happy face. As expected, this guy couldn't wake up either.
Ye Jiu reached out and touched her body, and sure enough he touched a small white jade bottle.
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Ye Zhaoling looked at the old man sitting cross-legged on the roof of the wooden house looking at the moon, and then at the thousands of people sitting upright on the open ground. Finally, she touched Mao Tuanzi's bald head and murmured to herself.
"Not everything is worth a person's intervention. If he doesn't get anything beneficial, he will end up making a mess."
Mao: Come on, stop making high-sounding excuses, you don’t have much justice in your bones. An upright person will never use his butcher knife to bully the weak, helpless and pitiful King Mao Mao. Look at my bald head, this
This is the evidence of your cold-bloodedness...
"..." Ye Zhaoling ignored it. After thinking for half a minute, he picked up the hairy dumpling and slipped out of the cliff.
Mao:???You can just go by yourself. Why are you dragging me along? Buy one and get one free even if you risk your death? This is not appropriate! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-Abba Abba.
Ye Zhaoling stared at the direction in which Ye Jiu slipped away and chased after him.
Ye Zhaoling really didn't want to care about what happened to other people. He didn't have the interest or the energy.
But she had to worry about Ye Jiu, this woman must know something else!
The dead branches on the ground creaked under their feet. Ye Zhaoling chased the dark shadow, but could not get closer to her no matter what.
It was as if Ye Jiuzheng was leading her away from neither far nor near...
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Although he, Lu Hangao, was not a great hero, he had an unyielding spirit in his heart.
He doesn't admit defeat, but he's not stupid either.
He has been an orphan since he was a child, and he is what he is today because of being adopted. There are too many things in this world that he cannot control.
It's like he never knows who he is?
He doesn't know where his parents are either.
So the only thing he can do is to fight and struggle.
He has always believed that one day, there will be someone who will lead him to find the true meaning of his life.
He had indeed waited for that person, and it was the arrival of that day that gave him the confidence to fight back in the mud to this day.
"Master, here I come!"
He looked up at the sky and murmured.
He has been waiting for this moment for too long, too long.
"Master, look at what good things my disciple has brought you!"
As he spoke, he walked over, took out a heavy cloth bag from his arms, shook it, and hung it on his waist.
"A pocket full of charity money. Master, these coins were saved by my disciple over the years. There are a total of three hundred and forty coins!"
"For every good deed, leave a dollar"
"Master, you haven't told my disciple where he came from and where he should go!"
He stood up, looked up at the sky, and asked softly.
…
"...take my last name, Lu."
"Lu Hangao."
"I have lived like a master for hundreds of years, leaving all my disciples behind, drifting across the sea, using the sky as my quilt and the earth as my bed. Later, because of an unexpected incident, I suddenly realized that this should not be the case. Until I drifted to the point where you once lived
In this place, I will accept you as a closed disciple. I remember from afar that there is a purple bamboo forest in the partridge sky. The mother starling's nest
The eggs inside were stolen by a snake, so it treated you as its own child, nurturing you every day and feeding you bamboo rice. So I thought, since you were raised by a myna, I’ll call you Han.
Gao, take my surname, Lu, Lu Hangao. As my teacher, I saw the persistence and perseverance in your eyes."
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"Master, I can help you, and I am willing to do so. Why don't you let me practice "Nine Pills of Corpse Soul Record"?"
He chuckled softly and continued: "Disciple, you are still young. My teacher doesn't want you to mature prematurely. You can grow up slowly. When you grow up, my teacher will teach you many things. You have to
Study hard, practice diligently, and strive to break through illusions as soon as possible and achieve the path to heaven! My teacher will always watch you. If you are outstanding in all aspects, then I will teach you all my lifelong secrets. Remember, don’t be proud and complacent.
, this world is too big, you are just a drop in the ocean, you have to learn to fly, learn to travel around the world, this is also the lifelong pursuit of a teacher!"
After that, the sounds in the sky gradually faded away.
Master always likes to change the subject in such a serious manner without letting him notice easily.
Can Master still see him to this day?
Even though he could see himself, he, Lu Hangao, failed to live up to his master's expectations.
Lu Hangao stared at the thirty-eight "people" in front of the black pot.
This family was finally reunited after 40 years of separation.
Everything in the world, no matter right or wrong, only matters whether you do it or not.
He held a bronze bell in his hand, which sounded like a bell.
This time, the entire Qingcheng Mountain echoed with the vicissitudes of chanting.
"The path of immortals always brings good fortune, and the path of ghosts always brings misfortune.
The sky is clear and refreshing, and the sad song is loud in the sky.
I only hope that immortality will be achieved, and I don’t want humanity to be poor.
There are thousands of ghosts in Quanqu Mansion, the northern capital.
But if you want to curb people's calculations, they will cut off people's lives.
A Ren sang the chapter in the cave to take pictures of Luofeng in the north.
Chant the Zoroastrian Demon Spirit and kill the six ghosts.
All weather conditions are turbulent. My Taoist sun is prosperous!"
"Ah!" Suddenly, a painful groan sounded, and then a young man covered his ears.
Then more and more people became restless.
In this dead silence, there is a powerful force hidden and ready to move.
"Crack!"
Suddenly a clear voice sounded, breaking the dull silence.
The sound was like boiling water in a pot being overturned.
Fire burst into the sky around the old man, instantly igniting the wooden house beneath him.
Then, in the next moment, every inch of land in front of the wooden house turned into a sea of fire, and the hot flames were boiling, burning everything around it to ashes.
But within this flame, there was a strange bluish-white color that was spreading rapidly.
Lu Hangao was surrounded by flames, his eyes sparkling with light.
The pocket at the waist suddenly fell down.
With a clanging sound, hundreds of charity coins scattered on the ground and rolled into the sea of fire.
Those who desire heavenly immortals should do one thousand three hundred good deeds; those who desire earthly immortals should do three hundred good deeds.
"Master, my disciple can no longer become an immortal."