My brother is so stable

"stop!"

Their voices are too majestic, and their shouts are too noisy!

The old man's complexion changed drastically, he grabbed two talismans and threw them out, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the air, and two white clouds flew towards the air, quickly leaving the following group of villagers behind.

"Master, why are they chasing us? We haven't sold them any charms yet!"

The old Taoist scolded angrily: "Aren't you lying to the little girl in the village again?"

"Master, we danced for a whole day, but the boss hasn't come, so we have no chance to cheat..."

"Cough! Cough!"

That Wang Cai said in a trembling voice, "You can't be fooled, you can't be fooled, it's really deadly... Poof!"

"Spit over there!"

"I swallowed Master back."

"Well, good boy.

Hurry up and add more magic power for the master," the old Taoist urged the Dharma again, "This remote place really has strange things, let's meet the boss quickly, and then talk about other things! "

Not long after, the two white clouds flew farther and farther in the sky;

The Xiongzhai villagers who were chasing below returned in vain, with their heads bowed and dejected.

First, a sea god ran away, and then a mud god left. When everyone in the village gathered for a meeting at night, they were a little bit unmotivated.

Are their villages so disliked by the gods?

They are all fragile mortals, and they all need protection...

As the main participant in the two incidents, Xiong Lingli was not scolded, but was fined to serve tea and water to the old people in the village.

The village chief saw that everyone was in low spirits, and the old man who was wearing a large gold chain left by Li Changshou gradually had an idea in his heart.

"Everyone cheer up, don't we still have a sea god?

Over the years in our village, some natural disasters have happened when we were fishing at sea, and hunting usually didn't cause any accidents.

As far as I can see, if we set up statues for the Sea God and worship on time, we will definitely be blessed! "

Xiong Lingli's father, one of the few amateur Qi practitioners in the village, just wanted to speak, but the slim woman next to him, who was rare in the village, gently pressed her thick arm, signaling him not to speak.

Soon, the villagers in Xiongzhai began to discuss how to worship and worship the Sea God;

When Xiong Lingli's mother, the slender woman, took out the portrait she drew on the animal skin when the sea god was sleeping soundly...

The group of villagers suddenly became excited, and began to look for stones for the statues in the night, and carried the big stones back to the village.

In the dead of night.

On the bed where Li Changshou lay, Xiong Lingli was sleeping soundly in big characters.

In the next room, the couple snuggled up beside the bed.

Xiong Laosan said in a deep voice: "Madam, why didn't you let me remind everyone before that that is a fairy, not a sea god."

"The sacrifice is nothing more than to give everyone a little comfort. How can the immortal care about us?"

The woman sighed softly, "I originally thought that Ling Li could worship this immortal as his teacher and learn the brilliant way of cultivating immortals.

But unexpectedly, the fairy woke up and left. "

"Ma'am, didn't you teach me the practice method?" Xiong Laosan smiled, "Wouldn't it be good to pass it on to Lingli?"

"That's just a superficial method of refining qi. How can it compare to those of the immortals?" The woman thought for a while, "I have always wanted to send Lingli to the immortal gate to learn as a teacher, but the journey to China is too far away, and I can't bear to let her go." Bumpy all the way."

"So, ma'am, shall we have a second child?"

Xiong Laosan chuckled, "With the small one, the big one can let her go out and wander around, how about it?"

"Hate it, don't, the child is next door..."

"I'm going to knock her out!"

"No, just be careful."

"hey-hey."

Not long after, the sleeping Xiong Lingli heard some familiar noises, she turned over and continued to sleep on her own.

As if dreaming about being accused by the tribe during the day, the girl sobbed softly a few times, and fell into a deeper sleep.

……

A few months later, on that grassland.

After hurrying all the way, Li Changshou, who found that the Western Cult did not chase him down, and wandered around the secular world, finally returned here;

A simple earth cave was built three hundred feet away from the grave of his parents in this life, and Li Changshou temporarily lived here.

Although there is a lot of turbidity in the secular world, he has no plans to improve his cultivation recently, so it's okay to stay here temporarily.

Walking in the world of mortals and enjoying the bustling scene, he shouldn't be in such a hurry, but he was afraid that the Western religion would come to him, so he never let go.

In the vast Nanbubuzhou, with beautiful mountains and rivers and rushing rivers, there is no beautiful place where he can stop and escape;

Countless cities and tribes, under the scale of the prehistoric and long years, have spawned countless humanistic scenes, but none of them can make him look back for a moment...

I have longevity in my heart, and I don't admire the world.

Sitting cross-legged in the earth cave, Li Changshou felt ethereal in his heart, comprehending his own way, and thinking about the method of controlling the power of the samadhi true flame.

The fire of the true samadhi flame is ignited by the spirit, and it is theoretically impossible to reduce the power of the true samadhi flame.

However, several ideas can be changed.

For example, after returning to the mountain, ask Ling'e for help, and ask her to produce a few strands of essence, energy, and spirit, condense them into fire seeds, and then store them in her body.

It's just that Ling'e's cultivation is still shallow, and she can't reach the void return state, so the condensed fire is too weak.

Too strong, too weak, neither is beautiful;

And it's easy to make Little Ling'e false.

With a twirl of his fingertips, Li Changshou had a wisp of samadhi flame in his palm, and he began to think of other ways.