I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

"Mr. Hong, what do you mean?"

Bu Fan really didn't expect the old beggar to do such a great gift, and immediately helped the old beggar up.

"If the suzerain didn't help me practice here and again, I, Hong Qi, would not be able to cultivate to the fairyland. As long as the suzerain is willing, I, Hong Qi, would be willing to serve the suzerain and be sent by the suzerain!" The old beggar said in a sincere tone.

Bu Fan had goose bumps all over his body.

If a beautiful woman said to serve around, he would not be so embarrassed, but this is an old man.

Wu Xuanzi on the side was a little dumbfounded.

If he could be as sincere as the old beggar back then, wouldn't he have become a Confucian and Taoist saint long ago?

"Mr. Hong can stay, I am naturally happy, but it's better to forget about serving around!!"

Bu Fan coughed dryly, and immediately changed the subject, "Mr. Hong, this painting is finished, what do you think? Oh, yes, I almost forgot that you can't see it!"

"Sovereign, I have a supernatural power. I can open the third eye. It's just a general situation. I won't use it, because once I use it, my lifespan will be lost.

But now I am in the realm of a celestial being, with a mere longevity, nothing! ! "

The old beggar grinned, and before Bu Fan could say anything, he quickly recited the Judgment in his mouth, and then, with a low "open", the golden light of the four-pointed star burst open on the old beggar's forehead.

The golden light immediately looked at the calligraphy and painting on the stone table.

I saw that the self in the painting contained a faint sense of emptiness, especially the poems on the painting, which showed that the identity of the person in the painting was a master who transcended the world.

"Sovereign, is this painting really for me?"

The old beggar's heart trembled, and he became more and more sure that he was able to break through to the heaven so smoothly just now because of the gift of the supreme being in front of him.

"Naturally!" Bu Fan nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, Sect Master, for giving me the painting!"

The old beggar put away his magical powers and knelt down again excitedly. Bu Fan had quick eyesight and quick hands, and supported him.

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Bu Fan felt helpless.

It's just a calligraphy and painting, does it need to kneel down and thank you again and again?

But he also knows that to him, this is just a calligraphy and painting, but to the old beggar, this calligraphy and painting is an opportunity to help him break through.

After that, Wu Xuanzi wanted to observe the picture of the beggar, but the old beggar refused without hesitation.

After all, this is not an ordinary item, but a treasure with the luck of heaven, what if it is broken.

Wu Xuanzi secretly scolded the old beggar for being stingy, but when he looked at the calligraphy and painting of the old beggar, it would be weird if he didn't envy him. It looked like a child envious of someone else's family having a new toy.

Watching the two old men bicker over a calligraphy and painting, Bu Fan couldn't laugh or cry.

In fact, he could also see the envy in Wu Xuanzi's eyes, but he really didn't dare to paint Wu Xuanzi.

Although painting was an easy task for him, he really couldn't guarantee that the painting he painted for Wu Xuanzi would have the same effect as the old beggar.

Therefore, after what happened today, Bu Fan felt that it would be better to paint less in the future.

……

Two days later, the old beggar left the town on the grounds that he had something to do.

Even if Song Laizi asked to be escorted by the bodyguards of Bufan Bodyguard Agency, the old beggar declined politely.

In fact, for the old beggar's sudden departure, Song Mangzi's family couldn't help but feel sad, especially Song Mangzi's little girl, with her teary eyes, took the old beggar's hand and said not to leave.

Not to mention Song Laizi's family, the old beggar also suddenly felt reluctant.

For the first half of his life, he practiced asceticism, but for the second half of his life, he was like a lonely soul, wandering in the world until he met Song Laizi.

He still couldn't forget the first time he met Song Laizi.

"Old beggar, where are you going?"

"You have no children, so you have never touched a woman?"

"Come on, I have alcohol in the car, how about this, you come up, let's talk slowly, for an experienced old man like you, the story will definitely be funny... no, it's to let us young people walk less detour!!"

Thinking of Song Laizi's ruffian way of speaking, the old beggar smiled.

After that, get along with Song Laizi's family.

Although it was only a few short years, it made him feel a long-lost feeling, a feeling he had forgotten for many years.

That is affection.

But he knows which is more important, compared to the short-term reluctance, letting Chunyang Palace merge into the Uncommon Sect is a major event.

After bidding farewell to Song Laizi's family and Bu Fan's family, the old beggar left the town and went to the Daqi Dynasty.

Bu Fan didn't know how far the Great Qi Dynasty was from the Great Wei Dynasty, but he hoped that the old beggar's trip would go smoothly, and Bu Fan didn't have to worry about the old beggar's safety.

After all, the cultivation of the old beggar is the top existence in the Southern Continent.

In the days that followed, peace returned.

The child was practicing in the house, and Bu Fan was yawning in the yard, scrolling through friends' news, while thinking about what to eat deliciously tonight.

Braised fish in braised sauce is too greasy. Let’s eat something light tonight, so let’s steam it, then stir-fry shredded lettuce, and tofu is definitely a must.

"what!"

Bu Fan suddenly let out a soft "Huh".

[Your friend Han Gang was taken away by Gu Daoist's soul in Gu Daoist's cave]

Han Gang was taken away?

Bu Fan was stunned.

I remember that many years ago, he was almost taken away.

Fortunately, Taoist Xie was not good at cultivation back then, was seriously injured, and his strength was greatly reduced, so he escaped a catastrophe.

But now I see Han Gang being taken away.

Bu Fan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Being taken away is equivalent to dying.

Although he and Han Gang didn't meet much, and every time they met, they always kept a long story short, but in the final analysis, Han Gang was the first monk friend he knew.

In the past, I often saw the news of Han Gang being hunted down and attacked. Don't think he always read it as a funny story, but he was still a little worried about Han Gang as a friend.

Just didn't expect...

Bu Fan sighed.

Although Han Gang was able to survive every catastrophe in the past, but he often walks by the river, how can he not get his shoes wet!

"However, Han Gang was taken away. Does that mean that the person who took the home also has Han Gang's memory?"

Bu Fan suddenly thought of something, and his face couldn't help but change.

Seize the house is to devour other people's souls and occupy other people's bodies, and devouring other people's souls must also absorb the memory of the other party.

"If that's the case, wouldn't the person who seized Han Gang know of my existence?"

Bu Fan frowned.

He remembered that Han Gang once mentioned the matter of Daoist Gu.

This Daoist Gu is a cultivator in the transcending tribulation period, good at driving spirit insects, and was an extremely powerful figure in that era.

What if such a guy knew of his existence and came to him?

"By the way, even if this Daoist Gu is really in the tribulation period, it was in the past. Now that he occupies Han Gang's physical body, his cultivation can only be at Han Gang's."

Bu Fan let out a long sigh of relief.

If it was in the tribulation stage, he would still worry about whether the Daoist Gu would come to him, but if it was in the stage of transforming gods, then there is nothing to be afraid of.

Even if he really came to him, he would take revenge on Han Gang.