Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chang'an, Lantian County, Huaihua Lane.

The origin of the name of the alley is because there is an old locust tree at the entrance of the alley that has lived for at least two to three hundred years.

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the most remote courtyard in the depths of Huaihua Lane, Yuan Xiaolou had already started cleaning the courtyard with a broom.

No one has lived there for several months, and there is a crooked-necked tree in the yard with a lot of fallen leaves and long grass.

This is not difficult for Yuan Xiaolou, who is in the realm of heaven and man.

Carrying Ye Xiaochuan's edgeless sword, he performed a set of sword skills in the yard. When the sword energy passed by, all the weeds half a man's height were cut off close to the ground.

Then, he used a broom to sweep up the weeds and leaves without throwing them away, intending to keep them in the pot after two days of drying.

When the old storyteller yawned and walked out of the room, it was already three o'clock in the morning. Yuan Xiaolou not only cleaned Tingyuan, but also made breakfast.

There was a lot of food cooked, not because she and grandpa ate a lot, but because the rice bucket had a lot of food.

Since Fan Tong left Cangyun Mountain, he no longer likes to eat bamboo. He likes to eat millet porridge and eats two big pots of it a day.

A large pot of rice porridge, two thick pieces of grilled naan bread, and a plate of pickled radish, this is what the old storyteller and the rice bucket had for breakfast today.

Yuan Xiaolou counted the number of people and found that one person was missing.

"Grandpa, where's the big head?"

"Big Head has something to do and has returned to Southern Xinjiang."

"Ah? It's gone? What should we do?"

Yuan Xiaolou was a little anxious when he heard Big Head leaving. From Cangyun Mountain to Guanzhong, overtly and covertly, I encountered countless waves of cultivation masters pursuing Ye Xiaochuan. Every time, Big Brain used powerful mental power to turn people like himself into transparent people. Only then Hide without risk

through search.

Now that Big Head is gone, how will he avoid the pursuit of countless cultivators from good and evil spirits?

No matter how innocent and stupid Yuan Xiaolou is, he still knows that most of those cultivators want to kill Ye Xiaochuan.

How can he protect Ye Xiaochuan Zhouquan with his own strength alone?

The old storyteller said: "The main responsibility of Big Head for millions of years is to guard the jade slips hidden cave passed down by Empress Nuwa. It can protect us for more than a month, which is very rare. The road ahead must be walked by ourselves." .

Before it left last night, it had used its mental power to modify the memories of the residents in a radius of several hundred feet. We should not be in any danger if we live here temporarily. "

Yuan Xiaolou said: "Those people will find this place sooner or later, and they will definitely find Young Master Ye!"

The old storyteller said: "Then it depends on your ability."

Yuan Xiaolou shook his head and said: "I can't beat them." The old storyteller said with a smile: "Who asked you to fight them? In the memories of the people around you, I am the owner of this courtyard and you are my granddaughter. The man lying in the room is your husband. He has just been returned from the battlefield and is still in a coma.

among. "

Yuan Xiaolou didn't quite understand. The old storyteller said: "You are really stupid. You really don't know where your Taoism in the realm of heaven and human comes from. Xiaolou, have you forgotten who you are? You are the master of the Thousand Faces Sect. You go Give Ye Xiaochuan a different look, and then put his messy

Put the mess away. Even if someone comes to search in the future, they won't recognize him. "

Yuan Xiaolou suddenly realized it and ran to the bedroom.

The old storyteller said: "What are you doing in such a hurry?"

Yuan Xiaolou said: "Disguise Mr. Ye!"

The old storyteller continued to eat breakfast, and when he looked at the rice pail holding a big basin and drinking rice porridge, his old face immediately sank.

Said: "I named you Rice Tong, are you really a Rice Tong? The little money I earned from fortune telling in Cangyun Mountain was almost eaten up by you!"

Rice Tong seemed a little dissatisfied and groaned.

The old storyteller actually knew animal language, and he said angrily: "You pull a sledge and rest along the way, how dare you say you are tired?

I really regret that I didn’t buy that Kunlun slave when I was at the foot of Samsara Peak. He was very strong, wouldn’t lose his temper, worked hard, and was beaten and scolded. The key is that his appetite is much smaller than yours.

You are such a mess, you can feed a cow for every meal, who can afford it? "

Now the old storyteller's intestines are filled with regret.

If I had bought that Kunlun slave at the foot of Samsara Peak, I wouldn't have gone bankrupt just two months ago.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the angrier I get, the less I can eat.

Simply stopped eating.

He took out his bamboo curtain and shouted to Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou's room: "Girl, grandpa is going out. You stay here and don't run around."

Yuan Xiaolou ran out and said: "Grandpa, where are you going?" The old storyteller said: "I have no money, I can't open the pot. The silver on your grandfather and I, and the silver in that kid's storage bracelet, this one You've been eaten up by the losers for months! If you don't go out and make some money, why don't you starve to death?

I don’t want to see it even for a day! "

Yuan Xiaolou said: "This place is so far away from Cangyun Mountain. Grandpa, where do you want it to go?"

The old storyteller rolled his eyes and said: "If he can't go back to Cangyun Mountain, then let him go to the Qinling Mountains to visit relatives. In the past few thousand years, giant pandas have long been overrun. The number of giant pandas in the Qinling Mountains is no less than that in the Cangyun Mountains!" All are its cousins.”

The old storyteller carried the bamboo pole and cloth curtain and walked away humming.

When you are angry, don't forget to close the street door.

Yuan Xiaolou looked at Fan Tong, who was holding a big basin and drinking porridge, with a wry smile on his face, and said, "Fantong, you did eat too much, no wonder grandpa scolded you."

What is a rice bucket?

It is a giant panda.

It is a national treasure.

Every day, it either eats, acts cute, or acts cute while eating.

It blinks its little eyes and looks at Yuan Xiaolou pitifully.

Yuan Xiaolou is kindhearted, so he softens his heart immediately.

He said, "Then you should eat less in the future, otherwise grandpa will really drive you away! We have been together for so long, I can't bear to see you go."

Fan Tong nodded and said that he would definitely diet and lose weight in the future.

At first, Yuan Xiaolou really believed Fan Tong, but as soon as he turned around, Fan Tong behind him continued to eat the rice porridge in the big bowl, which made Yuan Xiaolou shake his head helplessly.

If Fan Tong could diet, it would not be called Fan Tong.

In the morning, the air was clear and not stuffy, so Yuan Xiaolou moved a recliner out and placed it in the center of the yard, then carried Ye Xiaochuan out and lay on the recliner to bask in the sun.

After the Thousand Faces Sect leader's tossing and turning, Ye Xiaochuan's appearance has changed greatly. It is estimated that even if Fairy Liuyun is resurrected, she will recognize that this man is born from her belly.

Although Ye Xiaochuan in the past was not as handsome as Li Qingfeng, he was also a man with sharp eyebrows and eyes.

Except for the darker skin, the rest of his facial features and contours are still good. After being disguised by Yuan Xiaolou, Ye Xiaochuan's face shape has changed from a standard handsome face to a shoe-horn face, which is completely different from the previous Ye Xiaochuan.