Hmm... Now that my soul has returned, will the strong cultivation from the previous life also come back
The ink burned the magic spell and felt the surge of spiritual power in the body. Although it was abundant, it was not strong. That is to say, his cultivation base has not been inherited.
But this is nothing, he is talented and intelligent, and his understanding is high. What's more, rebirth is a big happy event, even if there are some fly in the ointment, it is normal. Mo Ran thought about it, and quickly restrained his darkness and fangs, like a fifteen-year-old boy, happily preparing to return to the sect.
The summer in the suburbs is strong, and occasionally horses and horses pass by, and the wheels are rolling. No one will pay attention to the ink burning of Fang, who is only fifteen years old at this time.
Occasionally, there are village women busy in the fields, and when they see a particularly beautiful young man, their eyes will light up and stare at them.
The ink burned and smiled, and looked back unceremoniously, straight to see those married women blushing and bowing their heads.
In the evening, the ink burned to the impermanent town, which was very close to the summit of life and death. In the twilight, a red sun was like blood, and the burning clouds lined the towering peaks. As soon as he touched his stomach, he was a little hungry, so he entered the restaurant familiarly, looked at the red-bottomed and black-lettered food brand in front of the counter, knocked on the counter, and said nimbly: "The shopkeeper, here's a stick. Chicken, a plate of husband and wife lung slices, two pounds of soju, and a plate of beef."
There are a lot of people who are sharp at the moment, and it is very lively. The storyteller is swinging his fan on the stage, and he is telling the story of death and life.
The ink burned and asked for a private room by the window, while eating and listening to others.
"As we all know, our cultivation world is divided into two areas: upper cultivation and lower cultivation. Today we will talk about the most remarkable sect in the lower cultivation world, the top of life and death. Hey, you must know, we are here. A hundred years ago, the town of impermanence was a desolate and turbulent poor town. Because it was far from the entrance of the ghost realm, the villagers did not dare to go out when it was dark. The incense ash paper money passed quickly while shouting "people come to separate mountains, ghosts separate heavy papers". But today, it seems that our town is bustling and prosperous, and it is no different from other places. It all depends on the care of death and life. This immortal mansion, it is impartial, just right at the entrance of the ghost gate, lying between the two worlds of yin and yang. Although it was established not long ago, but…”
During this period of history, Mo Ran's ears were almost cocooned when he heard it, so he began to look under the window with a lack of interest. Coincidentally, a stall was set up downstairs, and a few foreigners dressed as Taoists were carrying a cage covered with black cloth, playing tricks on the street.
This is much more interesting than the old gentleman's storytelling.
The attention of the ink burned was attracted to the past.
"Take a look, take a look, this is the ancient vicious beast Pixiu cub, which was subdued by me. Now obedient like a child, he can also juggle and arithmetic! It's not easy to be a chivalrous and righteous, and everyone who has money has a lot of money. If you don't have the money to support yourself, let's watch the first good show - Pixiu is planning to play!"
I saw the Taoist priests slammed the black cloth, and the cages were closed, which were a few monsters with human faces and bear bodies.
Ink burning: "..."
Just these fluffy bear cubs with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes? ? Dare to call it Pixiu? ?
This bull is really blowing the sky, whoever believes in the ass's brain.
But it didn't take long for the ink to burn and the eyes opened. Twenty or thirty donkey brains gathered around them to watch the show, cheering and applauding from time to time. Even the people in the restaurant couldn't help but go out and look at it, making Mr. Storyteller Not so embarrassing.
"Now the lord of the top of life and death, that is called a prestigious and famous, far-fetched-"
"Okay!! Another paragraph!!!"
The storyteller was greatly encouraged, and he followed the sound to see that the guest was flushed and excited, but he was obviously not looking at himself, but the juggling booth downstairs.
"Yo, what are you planning to do with Pixiu?"
"Aah, it's amazing!"
"Good! Wonderful! Another piece of Pixiu tossing apples!"
People all over the floor burst into laughter, and all gathered by the window rail to watch the liveliness below. The storyteller continued to speak pitifully: "The most famous thing about the Lord is his fan. He..."
"Ahahaha, that Pixiu with the lightest fur is trying to grab an apple to eat, you see it's still rolling on the ground!"
The storyteller wiped his face with a sweat towel, his lips trembling with anger.
Mo Ran pursed his lips, smiled, and shouted slowly behind the bead curtain: "Don't talk about life and death, come to "Eighteen Touch", and make sure to bring everyone back."
Mr. Storyteller didn't know that the person behind the curtain was the young master of death and life, and he said with dignity: "Rough and vulgar words are not good, not elegant."
The ink burned and smiled: "Is it still elegant here? You are not too embarrassed."
After saying that, I heard a commotion downstairs.
"Oh! What a fast horse!"
"It's the Immortal Monarch at the top of life and death!"
In the midst of the discussion, a dark horse galloped from the direction of the top of the dead and rushed into the juggling circle like lightning!
There were two people sitting on the horse, one was wearing a black hat and a black cloak, which blocked it so tightly that she could not tell her age or gender, and the other was a woman in her thirties or forties, clumsy and weathered. .
The woman cried when she saw the bears. She rolled and climbed off the horse, stumbled and rushed over, hugged one of the bears and knelt down and wailed: "My son! what-"
Everyone around was stunned. Someone scratched their head and muttered: "Yeah? Isn't this the cub of the ancient beast Pixiu? How can this woman call it Er?"
"Could this be the female Pixiu?"
"Oh, it's so powerful, this mother's has been transformed into a human form."
The villagers here are ignorant, and they are talking nonsense over there, but the ink burns and thinks about it.
According to legend, some Taoist priests in Jianghu would go to kidnap children, then pull out the children's tongues to make them speechless, then scald the children's skins with boiling water, and stick the animal skins on them while the blood was blurred. After the blood solidified, the fur and the child were glued together, and it looked like a monster. These children can't speak, can't write, and can only be bullied by others. They perform a juggling act like "Pixiu plans to play". If they resist, they will be beaten with sticks.
No wonder he didn't feel the slightest demonic energy before, these "pixiu" are not demons at all, but living people...
I was thinking to myself, the black cloak over there whispered something to the Taoist priests, and when the Taoist priests heard the words, they were instantly furious and shouted, "Apologize? Your grandfather doesn't know. How to write the word apology!" "What's so great about the summit of life and death?" "Nosy, hit me!"
"Ouch."
Seeing that the same door was beaten, the ink burned and laughed twice, "So fierce."
He had no intention of helping. In his previous life, he hated the sect’s atmosphere of helping each other in the face of injustice. One or two rushed up like idiots. Aunt Wang’s cubs in the village couldn’t climb down the tree and asked them to help. From the door to the handyman, everyone is heartless.
There are so many injustices in the world, no matter what, you are exhausted.
"It's a fight, it's a fight! Drink! What a powerful fist!"
Going up and down the restaurant, everyone gathered around to join in the fun.
"So many people hit one, shameless!"
"Xianjun, be careful behind you! Oops! It's dangerous! Wow, ah-ah-"
"You dodge this blow well!"
These people love to watch fights, but they don't like to watch them. He has seen a lot of blood and rain, and what happens under his nose is like a fly buzzing to him. He lazily dusted the peanut crumbs from his clothes and got up to leave.
Going downstairs, the Taoist priests were fighting with the black cloak, and the sword was swish. The ink burned his arms and leaned against the door of the wine shop. He only glanced at it and couldn't help but snort.
shame.
The top of the dead and the dead are all fierce and brave, but the black cloak fight is not very strong.
Instead, Wenwen weakly shouted: "The gentleman does not speak, and reason with you, why don't you listen?!"
Taoist priests: "..."
Ink burning: "..."
The priests were thinking, what? This person has been beaten like this grandmother, how can a gentleman talk or not? This is the head of the steamed bun, no stuffing, right
When the ink burned, his face changed suddenly, and for a while, the world was spinning. He held his breath and opened his eyes in disbelief - this voice...
"Teacher!" The ink burned and rushed up with a low drink, filled with spiritual power and punched it out, and all five Taoist monks who were guilty of wrongdoing were shaken away! He knelt down on the ground and held up the black cloak covered in muddy footprints, his voice trembling slightly—
"Master, is that you?"
The author has something to say: Although his name is Shimai, he is really Shige, Shige 23333