Someone from another plane wants to talk about life with me

Ji Qingquan has been exposed to a lot of knowledge since he was a child. Both his parents are cultivators, and he never goes out, so he naturally learned a lot of theory.

The highest level of this plane is nothing more than distraction.At the third level of his qi training period, he can only make a three-petal flower bloom from the spiritual branch of the ability level test, and nine flowers can be bloomed when he is distracted. Mahayana, that is thirteen flowers!

He twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, thinking of another question: "Then it doesn't mean that you all have to follow me when I go to the latrine."

"...Here, let's start bigu as soon as possible. ——Zhan Yuezong Dong Shuya"

"We can't have any substantive direct impact on your spirit and body. Under the restrictions of the rules of heaven, the live broadcast method is already the bottom line. So what we hope is that you can follow us to practice and protect yourself. For you and for you Our Wuzong plane is beneficial and harmless. If I lie half a sentence, I will stop the road of cultivation. ——Du Xuanling"

"Wu Jiu, Dayan Palace, teaches etiquette and culture, and conducts people in the world."

"Dong Shuya, Zhanyuezong, teaches inner strength and mental methods."

"Ancient Dahai, Golden Wing Hall, teaches foreign skills and martial arts."

"Du Xuanling, Zhenwu Academy, teaches miscellaneous studies."

"Fang Hongzhong, Taiyi Sect, is in charge of overall planning."

The muddy water on Ji Qingquan's body has been washed away, and his face and arms are now clean.He stepped out of the stream, and each of his hands created a small fireball, which roasted his whole body, and the red marks on the eye sockets were still obvious.

This red mark is a trace that has always existed.

Ji Qingquan: "Do you know what kind of person can live the longest?"

There was no response, and it seemed that those people were restraining each other and would not speak indiscriminately.

Moreover, none of them can hurt themselves.

"No merits, no faults, muddle along, like a salted fish, turned over is still a salted fish." Ji Qingquan said, "Learn a fart."

"..."

Can the speechless emotion on the other side still be conveyed?Ji Qingquan's heart beat a little fast, he narrowed his eyes, and soon calmed down again.

"What is salted fish?—Dong Shuya"

Ji Qingquan chuckled lightly, mocking slightly: "...Come on, your face isn't all a group of fellows who don't eat the fireworks of the world, and after eating milk after birth, don't they eat bigu?"

"After we eat milk, we eat spiritual rice, spiritual fruit, and use these meat spirits to raise animals. ——Ancient Dahai"

...this is a communication barrier.

The other party doesn't even know what salted fish is.

Ji Qingquan baked himself almost dry, and started walking.It was so late, and he didn't feel a little bit afraid when he was outside alone.Of course he is not afraid of those common people, but he is still uneasy about this inexplicable Wu Zong plane.

Fear of unequal news.

"What do you know about me? I'm good at prophecy, so it's deduction. Do you know what happened before?" Ji Qingquan asked.

A little guy talking to himself while walking on an empty and uninhabited road always makes people feel creepy.Fortunately, no one was around.

"Ji Qingquan, father Le Zhenyu, mother Ji Yuwen. Le Zhenyu, the ninth floor of the foundation building, Ji Yuwen, the eighth floor of the golden elixir. Parents died together with the wicked four years ago in order to resist the evil. You are the successor of the nine-turn red lotus." Or, blind in both eyes, mother Ji Yuwen used the forbidden method to replace her eyes with you before she died, and ordered the servant Song Lao to take you away forcibly. ——Fang Hongzhong”

As expected, they knew everything about themselves.

"The overall level of Wu Zong is higher than that of Youyuan. If you want to know about us, just ask. Our biggest goal is to make you carefree and healthy. ——Du Xuanling"

That's what it says...

Ji Qingquan felt like a fool talking to himself like this.

"How long is your Mahayana period?" This is the highest level he knows. "Will you be able to fly immortals in the future? Where will immortals go? Is it also a plane?"

"The highest level that has been set now is Mahayana. So far no one has ascended to the fairyland. As for Mahayana, according to the statistics, there are only a handful of three people. ——Wu Jiu"

three...

According to statistics, You Yuan probably doesn't have any of them.

Is there such a big difference?

"How do you want to teach me? I still have to go to the academy to register for classes." Ji Qingquan said, "The day I turned [-], I happened to be on the third day of school."

There was silence in his mind again.

When he was almost near his home, no one expressed his opinion.

"The method of practice leads to the same goal. We will arrange courses after enrollment. ——Du Xuanling"

Ji Qingquan felt that these people had really good ideas.

"But I didn't agree to learn. My goal in life is to live naturally and die naturally. I don't want anything." Ji Qingquan said

This time, the other side fell silent again, obviously not expecting to be stuck at the door before the start of the division.

"Don't you want to be above ten thousand people? -Wu Jiu"

"Of course not." Ji Qingquan smiled.

He never planned to dominate the world, but only planned to fish in troubled waters and earn a little money to live on.

"..."

Ji Qingquan's current home is neither big nor small.A small yard, three small houses.

One is a kitchen, one is a combination of utility and study, and one is for sleeping.

The light in the bedroom was on, and Ji Qingquan entered the bedroom directly: "Old Song, are you still awake?"

"My little master, how can I sleep if you don't come back?" Elder Song was a little annoyed as he sat on the chair.

This is a shriveled little old man, with a small head, a small body, and few hairs, but he is not hunchbacked, but rather tough.His face was wrinkled and freckled.The little spots spread all over the face, neck and hands.

Wearing a fancy vest, he murmured: "I'm just bigu, and I can't live long. I just want to send you to school, wait for you to graduate, serve in the military, and come back to find a good job. Be safe. Look at me and rest assured. Don't be rude, I'm angry."

"Don't be angry, I want to catch a fish for you today." Ji Qingquan took a piece of fruit from the table and gnawed it, his whole face was wrinkled from the sourness, almost as many wrinkles as Song Lao, "My God , why is this so sour?"

Elder Song returned to his bed and shook his cattail fan: "Hey, the little girl who bought the vegetables gave it to me. It's not sour or delicious, and it's best eaten in summer."

Ji Qingquan couldn't bear it anymore, his teeth were about to be soured: "Then you eat?"

Elder Song was amused: "I don't need to eat anything if I eat bigu. You can also catch the fish and eat it for yourself."

The attitude between the two of them has long been not that of a master and a servant, but more like a grandfather and grandson.

"After going to Foundation Establishment, people can live longer. Among the elixirs, there are single prescriptions that can be promoted more smoothly for monks below the Nascent Soul. ——Dong Shuya"

Those individuals finally started to lure.

Ji Qingquan took another bite, grinning sourly, which made Mr. Song laugh.But he didn't answer Wu Zong's plane, he had his own thoughts.

It's not that whoever looks young is really young.

After eating the sour fruit, Ji Qingquan lay down on his bed.Elder Song turned off the light.

The beds for the two are on opposite sides of the room, facing each other far away.

Elder Song narrowed his eyes and soon fell into sleep.It was too late for him at this point in time.And Ji Qingquan also closed his eyes, but not much sleepiness.The eyeballs under the eyelids did not move, and his breathing was steady. It was impossible to tell whether he was really asleep or fake.

He is stable, and the people in the Wuzong plane are almost getting angry.

Wu Jiu looked solemn: "This kid will be twelve years old soon. He is very smart, and from now on we will be subject to him."

As a representative of the royal family, he knocked on the table and took the lead in expressing his position. He made a gesture of worry, and hinted that everyone could come up with some constructive suggestions.

His worries are naturally the worries of all those present.This room has already experienced more than one large seminar gathering like this one.

In this spacious and luxurious room, the representatives of all parties looked at the picture suspended in the sky through the glass cover.In the picture, the teenager is lying on the bed, as delicate as a painting.There is a faint red between the eyebrows and eyes, as if touching rouge cream.

"We must find a way to make him trust us quickly." Fang Hongzhong, who was almost unable to maintain his sense of demeanor, stroked his beard, "I don't even dare to say anything now, because I am afraid that I will offend people if I say something wrong. "

As Du Xuanling, the representative of Zhenwu Academy, he considered it more from Ji Qingquan's point of view: "He is still a child."

Gu Dahai has a bad temper, and he still has to work hard to suppress his violent temper.

He disagreed with Du Xuanling's words: "There is more than one child in the Wuzong plane. Du Xuanling, don't be a fool in the academy."

"Move with emotion, understand with reason." Dong Shuya chuckled lightly, "This child is affectionate, but... is also stubborn."

Hearing this, Gu Dahai slightly raised his volume: "We have already finalized the conditions and teaching content. But now we have not said any of these conditions, and we were beaten back by a 'salted fish'. It makes sense, Does he listen? He doesn't listen."

After saying this, several people fell into distress again.

If a person wants something, it's easy to handle.

But Ji Qingquan, the only thing he might ask for is...

"...Parents resurrected?" Except for the five people, someone below suddenly raised this idea.

Du Xuanling's face changed: "No. If we are found to be lying to him, we will be helpless if he cuts himself casually."

"... What about the two planes, can't you find them?" After saying this, many people looked at the five people who made the decision.

Gu Dahai was furious: "What chicken and turtle stuff? Short-sighted."

The representative of the Wuji Sect on the side had been silent all the time, but now he also said: "It's not right. We can't leave any hidden dangers behind."

"Women are afraid of pestering their husbands, please talk more and be more specific. How can a group of thousand-year-old immortals be afraid of a child?" A woman at the bottom said "giggle" and laughed.The words are full of ridicule, but the method proposed is also the best method so far.

"It's the only way to do it for the time being." Wu Jiu sighed softly, "I'm sorry to trouble Du."

Du Xuanling can understand the mood of everyone present, this child is the sword hanging above each of their heads, "Let's pass on the dream first."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Ji Qingquan: ╭(╯^╰)╮I want to make it easier for me to learn!

Everyone in Wu Zong: Master, please learn!

Ji Qingquan: ╭(╯^╰)╮It's no use begging me!I'm going to make salted fish!

Everyone in Wuzong: QAQ

Thank you:

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