Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Yuan Xiaolou looks young, but in fact she is not young at all. If she were in the mortal world, she would have grandchildren at her age.

No, I have a great-grandson.

She is Yuan Shaoqin's sister. She was born on the same day as Yuan Shaoqin. She is nearly seventy years old this year. Her cultivation level is even more extraordinary. She is the early stage of heavenly beings.

Looking at the whole world, the only person of her age who can compare with her is Wan Yan Wu Tears.

As for Qin Lan, Chu Mufeng, A Chitong and others, although they are also in the realm of heaven and humans, they are almost a hundred years old, more than thirty years older than Yuan Xiaolou.

For cultivators, age is not a barrier that blocks love.

In the world of cultivation, those men and women who want to avoid sentimental feelings and hatred since ancient times always like to eat young grass like an old cow eating young grass like a pear tree weighing down begonias.

A man who is hundreds of years old likes an eighteen-year-old girl.

An old woman who is hundreds of years old likes an eighteen-year-old boy.

There are many virtuous couples in the world of cultivation who are a hundred or even two hundred years apart.

Ye Xiaochuan is a tragic figure, not only in life, but also in love.

Even though he wanted to turn everything into a comedy, it was still a tragedy.

Take love as an example. He is the begonia pressed by the pear blossoms, and the tender grass that the old cow bows his head to gnaw.

He had affairs with many beautiful fairies, but none of them were younger than him.

His fiancée Yun Qiyou is nearly ten years older than him, which is already the smallest distance.

Women such as Baili Yuan, Yang Yishuang, and Du Chun are nearly two zodiac signs older than Ye Xiaochuan.

I don’t know if it’s a trend, but fairies nowadays like to play sibling relationships, and Ye Xiaochuan is the younger brother who is loved.

Yuan Xiaolou knew her feelings very well. She didn't love Ye Xiaochuan.

If she had to give a reason for insisting on staying and taking care of Ye Xiaochuan, she thought it was gratitude.

Plus some sympathy, pity.

She is a kind person. No matter who the mummy is, as long as it is someone she knows, she will probably not choose to stay and take care of him. She is definitely not treating Ye Xiaochuan in a special way.

It turns out that she is a simple girl.

After spending the whole day with a man, she would have been thinking wildly and her mind would not be at peace if she were a woman.

Yuan Xiaolou was just a little uncomfortable at first, and then he felt it was normal.

She regards herself as an angel in white who saves lives and heals the wounded. It is a blasphemy to her profession to involve matters between men and women.

Therefore, her meditation practice went smoothly without any distractions.

It is precisely because of her simplicity, because she is as pure as the purest snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains, that she is more powerful than Wan Yan Wu Tears, breaking through to the realm of heaven and human at a young age.

I meditated for two hours and the effect was very noticeable.

After all, she is a peerless master in the realm of harmony between man and nature. Once she wakes up from her coma, she can use her kung fu to heal her injuries, and her injuries recover extremely quickly.

At dawn, Yuan Xiaolou woke up.

The injury is much better and the strength is stronger than yesterday.

The old storyteller was still sleeping with his rice pail in his arms, and the big head that was sleeping on his legs also rolled to the ground.

Yuan Xiaolou glanced at Ye Xiaochuan, and then started to light the fire again, cook porridge, and boil medicine.

She is like Miss Xiao Zhu, Ye Xiaochuan's younger junior sister, as hard-working as a little bee.

When the faint fragrance of porridge emanated from the ruined temple of the City God, Fantong woke up.

The old storyteller used the rice bucket as a Simmons mattress and was sleeping soundly. When the rice bucket smelled the aroma, he stood up and threw the old storyteller aside.

The gray-faced old storyteller, holding a piece of rotten wood, chased the rice bucket all over the room.

Yuan Xiaolou, who was cooking porridge and medicine, saw a rare smile on his face when he saw this scene.

When a person is alive, a happy day is a day, and a unhappy day is also a day. If those worries are in your mind all day long, it will only make you depressed and uncomfortable.

Now Yuan Xiaolou only has one thing on his mind.

Not to avenge the Thousand Faces Sect, nor to worry about her younger brother, but to worry about her mother Banzhu Shui.

But the mother was imprisoned in the bamboo forest at the back of Cangyun Mountain, and it was impossible for Yuan Xiaolou to rescue her. In the seal shaft that day, her mother said that she had been used to it after decades in it, and asked her and Yuan Shaoqin not to think about rescuing her, as long as their siblings lived happily outside, she was You will be happy inside

.

Yuan Xiaolou felt that he was living happily, not for himself, but for his mother.

Seeing Yuan Xiaolou purse his lips and chuckle, the storyteller became even more happy.

Yuan Xiaolou is a person who has really died once. Although he is still alive and resurrected, the physical resurrection is not a real resurrection. Only when the heart lock is unlocked can he be truly reborn.

Now Yuan Xiaolou will laugh, and the old storyteller knows this is a good start.

Yuan Xiaolou was smiling now, but she stopped laughing after a while.

She cooked the porridge and medicine, distributed the rice porridge to Big Head, Rice Bucket, and Grandpa, and then walked towards Ye Xiaochuan with a bowl of medicinal soup.

Squatting down, he gently raised Ye Xiaochuan's head, and was about to give Ye Xiaochuan medicine mouth-to-mouth, when he suddenly smelled a strange smell.

She sniffed and sniffed, and soon discovered that the smell came from Ye Xiaochuan's body.

Not a rancid smell.

It smells like urine.

Ye Xiaochuan wet the bed.

The last time I wet the bed was when I was sixteen, and was made into a rice dumpling by my sister Xiaochi.

The unbearable past happened again.

Yuan Xiaolou now finally understood the meaning of what Big Head said last night.

I also understand why grandpa was hesitant to talk about feeding Ye Xiaochuan sugar water last night.

She overlooked two important things.

First, Ye Xiaochuan is now a mummy and cannot move.

Second, Ye Xiaochuan's dantian was shattered and his cultivation was abolished.

Especially the second point is very important. As long as cultivators reach a certain level, they can stop pooping and peeing. Even when they are sleeping, the true energy in their bodies will flow by itself, neutralizing and absorbing feces, urine and other filthy things. Impurities that cannot be absorbed will pass through the skin. pores

Excreted from the body.

In the entire world of cultivation, except for Ye Xiaochuan who holds back a large amount of urine and pours it into the river every morning, there are very few cultivators who poop and pee.

Unless you have a bad stomach.

Sugar is a diuretic. Yuan Xiaolou kindly fed Ye Xiaochuan sugar water last night. He only thought that Ye Xiaochuan would feel better after drinking the bitter medicine, and did not think about the problem of urination and defecation at all.

The old storyteller had considered this issue, so he only gave Ye Xiaochuan juice from the Chaos Fruit, which was almost entirely filled with spiritual energy, and did not give Ye Xiaochuan any water along the way.

After discovering the source of the urine smell, Yuan Xiaolou turned around and shouted: "Grandpa, Mr. Ye seems... he seems to have wet the bed!"

The big head, which was eating porridge like a puppy, heard this and rolled on the ground. Because its four legs were very short and pointed upward, it seemed that it could not turn over.

Immediately afterwards, there was a pop and the rice bucket was rolling on the ground. It seems that they have a high degree of tacit understanding about Ye Xiaochuan's bedwetting.