The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Hmm... Now that my soul has returned, will the strong cultivation of my previous life also come back?

Mo Ran mobilized the spell, and felt the surge of spiritual power in the body. Although it was abundant, it was not powerful.In other words, his cultivation has not been inherited.

But it's nothing, he is talented and has a high level of comprehension, so it's nothing special to start practicing again.What's more, rebirth is a great joy, even if there are some fly in the ointment, it is very normal.Thinking of this, Mo Ran quickly restrained his darkness and fangs, and looked like a 15-year-old boy, happily preparing to return to the sect.

The suburbs of the city are full of summer, and occasionally there are cars and horses passing by, and the wheels are rolling. No one will pay attention to Mo Ran, who is only 15 years old at this time.

Occasionally, a village woman who is busy in the field will raise her head to wipe her sweat when she has time, and when she sees an exceptionally handsome young man, her eyes will light up and she will stare twice.

Mo Ran also grinned, looked back unceremoniously, and looked at those married women with blushing faces and lowered their heads.

In the evening, Mo Ran came to Wuchang Town, which is very close to the peak of death and life. In the twilight, a round of red sun is like blood, and the burning clouds set off the majestic peaks.After touching his stomach, he felt a little hungry, so he entered the restaurant familiarly, looked at the row of menu signs with red background and black characters in front of the counter, knocked on the counter, and said swiftly: "Shopkeeper, here is a stick." Chicken, a plate of couple's lungs, two catties of soju, and a plate of beef."

At this time, there were a lot of people talking and talking, and it was very lively. The storyteller was shaking his fan on the stage, and he was telling the story of the peak of life and death, his eyebrows were beaming and his saliva was flying.

Mo Ran asked for a private room by the window, and listened to others while eating.

"As we all know, our cultivation world is divided into upper and lower cultivation areas according to regions. Today we will talk about the most remarkable sect in the lower cultivation world, the peak of death and life. Hey, you know, our Impermanence Town used to be a desolate and turbulent poor town a hundred years ago. Because it was far away from the entrance of the ghost world, 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 the heavy mountains, ghosts come to separate the heavy paper". But today, it seems that our town is bustling and bustling, no different from other places, all thanks to the care of the dead and alive. This fairy mansion, it is impartial, it just happened to be built at the entrance of the gate of hell, between the two worlds of Yin and Yang. Although it has not been established for a long time, but..."

During this period of history, Mo Ran's ears were almost callused, so he started to look under the window without interest.Coincidentally, a stall was set up downstairs, and a few foreigners dressed as Taoist priests carried a cage covered with black cloth and were performing tricks on the street.

This is much more interesting than the old gentleman's storytelling.

Mo Ran's attention was attracted to the past.

"Look at it, take a look at it, this is the ancient ferocious beast Pixiu, which was subdued by us. Now it is as obedient as a child, and can do juggling and arithmetic! It's not easy to be a chivalrous man, everyone who is rich, give it a try, If you don’t have money, go to the private show and watch the first good show—Pixiu’s plan!”

The Taoist priests lifted the black cloth with a bang, and what was locked in the cage was a few monsters with human faces and bear bodies.

Ink burning: "..."

Just these furry cubs with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes? ?Dare to call it Pixiu? ? ?

This bull is really blowing the sky, whoever believes it is a donkey's brain.

But it didn't take long for Mo Ran to open his eyes. Twenty or thirty donkey brains gathered around them to watch the show, cheering and applauding from time to time. It was so lively that even the people in the restaurant couldn't help but look out, making Mr. Storyteller How embarrassing.

"Now the lord at the pinnacle of death and life is a man with a great reputation, and his reputation is far-reaching—"

"Okay!! One more episode!!!"

The storyteller was greatly encouraged, and followed the prestige, and saw that the guest was flushed and excited, but it was obvious that he was not looking at himself, but at the juggling booth downstairs.

"Yo, where is Pixiu planning?"

"Ah, it's amazing!"

"Okay! Wonderful! Play Pixiu throwing apples again!"

People all over the building giggled and gathered around the window rails to watch the commotion below.The storyteller continued 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 and eat it, look at it is still rolling on the ground!"

The storyteller wiped his face with a sweat towel, his lips trembling with anger.

Mo Ran pursed his lips, showed his face and smiled, and shouted slowly behind the bead curtain: "Don't talk about the peak of death and life, come to "Eighteen Touches", and I will definitely bring everyone back."

Mr. Storyteller didn't know that the person behind the curtain was the young master Mo Ran, who was at the peak of death and life, and said with dignity: "Crude and vulgar words are not published, and they are not in the elegant hall."

The ink burned and said with a smile: "It's still elegant here? You don't panic."

After finishing speaking, I suddenly heard a commotion downstairs.

"Oh! What a fast horse!"

"Is it the immortal king at the peak of death and life!"

Amidst the discussions, a black horse galloped from the direction of the summit of death and life, 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 was tightly shielded, and the age and gender could not be discerned.

When the woman saw those man-bears, she burst into tears. She scrambled off the horse, rushed over in a stumble, hugged one of the man-bears, knelt down and wailed: "My son!!! My son! ah--"

Everyone around was dumbfounded.Someone scratched his head and murmured: "Yeah? Isn't this the cub of the ancient mythical beast Pixiu? Why does this woman call it son?"

"Could it be the female Pixiu?"

"Oh, it's so powerful, this mother has already cultivated human form."

The villagers here have no knowledge, and they are talking nonsense over there, but Mo Ran has figured it out.

According to legend, some Jianghu Taoists would abduct children, then pull out their tongues to make them speechless, then scald their skins with boiling water, and stick animal skins on them while their flesh and blood were bloody. After the blood solidified, the fur and the child were glued together, making it look like a monster.These children can't speak or write, so they can only let others bully them, and they perform "Pixiu's plan" juggling. If they resist, they will be beaten with sticks and whips.

No wonder he didn't feel the slightest demonic aura before, these "Pixiu" are not demons at all, but living people...

Just as he was thinking about it, the black cloak over there whispered something to those Taoist priests. When the Taoist priests heard what he said, they were instantly furious, shouting, "Apologize? Your grandpa doesn't know." How do you write the word apology!" "What's so great about the summit of death and life?" "Meddle in your own business, hit me!" He rushed forward and wanted to beat up the black cloak.

"Ouch."

Seeing the same door being beaten, Mo Ran chuckled twice, "It's so fierce."

He didn't mean to help at all.In his previous life, he really hated the atmosphere of his sect, which would draw swords and help each other in the face of injustice. One or two rushed up like idiots, and Aunt Wang at the entrance of the village asked them to help her kitty if she couldn't get down the tree. From the door to the handyman, all are careless.

There are so many injustices in the world, no matter what to do, I am exhausted.

"It's fighting, it's fighting! Drink! What a powerful fist!"

Up and down the restaurant, crowds gathered around to join in the fun.

"So many people hit one, how shameless!"

"Xian Jun, be careful behind you! Oops! It's so dangerous! Wow--"

"This blow was dodged well!"

These people love to watch fights, but Mo Ran doesn't like to watch them. He has seen a lot of blood and rain, and what happened under his nose is like flies buzzing to him.He lazily brushed the peanut crumbs off his clothes, got up and left.

Downstairs, the Taoist priests were fighting with the black cloak, sword qi swishing, Mo Ran folded his arms, leaning against the door of the restaurant, only glanced at it, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

shame.

Everyone on the top of death and life is fierce and brave with one against ten, but this black cloak is not very powerful in fighting. Seeing that he was pulled off his horse by those quack Taoist priests, he surrounded him and kicked him fiercely, but he still didn't hit hard.

On the contrary, Wen Wen weakly shouted: "A gentleman does not move his hands but does not speak. He reasoned with you, why didn't you listen?!"

Taoist priests: "..."

Ink burning: "........."

What the Taoists thought was, what?This person has been beaten like this grandma, how can a gentleman use his mouth but not his hands?This is the head of the steamed bun, no stuffing, right?

Mo Ran's face suddenly changed, and he was a little dizzy for a while. He held his breath and opened his eyes in disbelief - this voice...

"Master!" Mo Ran rushed up anxiously, filled with spiritual power and slapped out with a palm, shaking all five evildoers away!He knelt on the ground, raised his black cloak covered in muddy footprints, his voice trembled slightly—

"Master, is that you?"

The author has something to say: Although his name is Shi Mei, but he is really Shige, Shige 23333