My ex boyfriend won't let me fall in love

At the same time, a door that had been closed for more than five years was opened in a quaint Chinese-style deep house compound located on the top of the mountain.

The middle-aged woman in Taoist robe shook the floating dust and stepped out.

"Uncle Jiang." One of the disciples passing by the door bowed respectfully.

The female Taoist didn't even look at the little disciple, and walked away.

When there were no more people in sight, another young disciple with his hair in a bun asked, "Why have I never seen this uncle before?"

As he spoke, he lowered his voice again, and leaned closer to his senior brother: "And I feel that this senior uncle is a bit fierce."

The fellow apprentice next to him said with sympathy: "Mr. Jiang seems to be not easy to get along with, but there is a reason for this. It has something to do with an old incident more than 20 years ago."

"What's the past? Tell me quickly." The little disciple urged.

The senior brother sighed: "That's fine, don't say it."

"More than 20 years ago, Uncle Jiang and Uncle Zhang formed a bond, and a year later they had a junior brother. I thought it was a happy family, but then, Uncle Zhang met a strong enemy and died, and even the junior brother was lost. Since then From then on, Uncle Jiang lived in seclusion and often retreated. This time the retreat was the longest, more than five years, and you started late, so I don’t know.”

The little disciple also sighed after hearing this: "They are all members of the Taoist sect. Our master is also good at divination. Can't we figure out where the little brother is?"

"How can it be so simple." His senior brother sighed, "Doctors don't heal themselves, and divination is the same. The closer to the person and the more concerned about the person, the more inaccurate the calculation. This is basic common sense. , don’t say you forgot. Sigh... speaking of it, it’s also God’s will.”

Little disciple: "What do you say? What does this have to do with God's will?"

Brother: "Why are you so curious?"

Little disciple: "Speak, brother, tell me quickly, don't I also want to know more about something?"

Brother: "I can only tell you that it has something to do with the exercises that Uncle Jiang practiced. Don't ask about anything else."

Seeing that he really didn't intend to continue revealing, the young disciple who had only been an apprentice for four years shut his mouth and suppressed the question in his heart.

After finishing his homework in the afternoon, his master told him to go to the old uncle at the door to pick up the courier.

The little disciple felt helpless for his master who was keen on online shopping and even more keen on returning goods. Thinking of having to make such a trip every day, he very much hoped that the master in charge would confiscate the master's card.

When he reluctantly reached the gate, he saw an unexpected person.

With a high Taoist robe and a high crown, the corners of his lips are slightly pursed, and his face is serious and indifferent like the teaching director.

It's Uncle Jiang.

"Hi Uncle Jiang." He moved up to say hello.

Jiang Kuiyun gave him a glimpse, left without saying anything.

"It's so cold." He couldn't help muttering, and he also took the express back.

I gave the courier to the old man, the old man, and saw that the old man was humming happily while opening the courier, the question popped up again, and he approached stealthily and asked, "Master, I want to ask you something."

He recounted what he had met Jiang Kuiyun today and what he had heard from his senior brother, and finally asked, "What's wrong with that exercise? Why is God's will involved?"

His master took a look at this curious little boy, put down the things in his hands rarely, frowned and said: "It's for your own good not to ask you to know more."

He glared at him again, "But you don't seem to be able to control yourself, so it's okay to tell you, don't spread the word."

Little disciple: "That's for sure. How dare I speak out about our master's affairs."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and when I opened the door, it was Jiang Hanyue, the head disciple.

"Senior Brother Jiang." The little disciple called out tremblingly. In view of Jiang Hanyue's poisonous mouth and withdrawn nature, his peers in the Bagua Sect were quite afraid of him.

Jing Ping waved his hand: "Hanyue probably doesn't know about this either, come sit here, I'll talk to you today."

Jiang Hanyue, the big devil in the hearts of her peers, is the treasure of her elders. Don't mention how much she likes her elders, she wants to mention him in everything.

After the two young people sat down, Jing Ping said: "Junior brother Zhang, who is your uncle Jiang's Taoist companion, the one who died more than 20 years ago is the only son of Uncle Zhang."

The little disciple asked, "Master Zhang?"

Jiang Hanyue thought for a while, and asked, "Is that the uncle who passed away more than ten years ago?"

"Yes, you should call him Uncle Master Zhang." Jing Ping sighed, "Uncle Zhang is just a child of Junior Brother Zhang, but Junior Brother Zhang was born with a talent that, according to people in our Taoism, is not suitable for this profession at all."

Jiang Hanyue was surprised: "Uncle Jingping, as far as I know, that Uncle Zhang's cultivation base is not low."

Jingping nodded: "Brother Zhang is not talented enough, Master Zhang also thought about making him an ordinary person. But more than 40 years ago, the domestic situation was not as peaceful as it is now, and the Taoist world was even less peaceful. Master Zhang also had a few enemies. How dare you let the only son leave the Eight Diagrams Sect to become an ordinary person? But staying in the Eight Diagrams Sect, but his talent is low, he can't practice, isn't it another kind of torture? Uncle Zhang wants to help his junior improve his qualifications."

His little disciple exclaimed: "Improve your aptitude? Can your aptitude be improved?"

Jing Ping took a look at himself, a young disciple who hadn't left his teacher yet and didn't have much experience, and knocked him on the head with a tobacco stick: "Of course, don't be surprised."

Then he said: "Master Zhang has traveled all over the country for this purpose, trying to find the natural treasures in this area."

Jiang Hanyue couldn't help but say: "Have you found it? You should have found it, otherwise Master Zhang wouldn't be able to cultivate deeply."

Jingping shook his head: "I didn't find it."

Jiang Hanyue opened her eyes slightly in surprise.

Jing Ping said again: "But Master Zhang found another thing in a hidden cave on the shore of the East China Sea."

"Another thing?"

"Yes, it's a Taoist scripture containing cultivation methods."

The little disciple hesitated and said, "Master, the Taoist scriptures that can change one's aptitude—why doesn't this sound like something of the righteous way?"

Jing Ping shook his head: "The elders in the school have studied the scriptures in detail. Although it is not the way most people in this world follow, it is indeed not some evil heretic. It seems to be a lost cultivation method, and it seems to be at least Thousands of years ago, there is no big problem."

The little disciple's eyes glowed: "The Taoist scriptures that can improve one's aptitude."

There are really two differences between a person who cultivates the Tao and a person with outstanding talent and a mediocre life. A person who is outstanding can learn something in a day that is worth ten days or a hundred days for a mediocre person.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the concentration of aura between heaven and earth was much higher than it is now, and when most of the various inheritances were not lost, the lack of talent could be made up for through hard work, but now this kind of thing is tantamount to fantasy.

There are mediocre ascetics in the world of Taoist masters, but there is absolutely no one with low qualifications.

Even if there are very few people with low qualifications who can still achieve achievements, they are geniuses in another sense.For example, Master Cen of the Shangfang School has small spiritual veins, and it takes more than ten times more effort than others to absorb and exercise his spiritual power naturally. However, Master Cen created a meridian with his own knowledge and persistence. The method of exercise.For a person like Master Cen, even if his physical and spiritual aptitude is not as good as others, who can say that he is of low aptitude?Not only is he not inferior, he is even an alternative genius.

But there are still a lot of ordinary people in the world, so one can imagine how precious the Taoism that can improve one's aptitude is.

"Snapped!"

The little disciple covered his forehead, indignantly: "Master, why did you hit me again?"

Jing Ping: "I don't practice hard every day, and I try to think about what I don't have. And who told you that the scriptures can improve your aptitude?"

Jiang Hanyue guessed: "It just doesn't pick qualifications, right?"

Jing Ping sighed: "Yes, although that Taoist scripture is not a very high-level and profound exercise, it does not require high aptitude. It can even be said that any aptitude can be cultivated, but it is a fatal flaw."

Little disciple: "What defect?"

"If people with low talents practice it, the progress can be the same as that of ordinary people, or even far surpass it. It can be said to be an alternative supplementary talent. But under the heavens, how can there be such a simple good thing?" Jing Ping took a puff of dry cigarette, "It was only later discovered in the door that its complete aptitude was obtained in exchange for other things."

Jiang Hanyue: "How do you say that?"

Jing Ping: "People who practice this kind of thing have few relatives. Not only will it be difficult to have offspring, but the fortune of the offspring will be extremely poor, the body will be weak from birth, and they will often suffer bad luck."

"In other words, this is an opportunity to trade luck for cultivation!"

……

After this conversation, the little disciple couldn't help paying attention to that Uncle Jiang.

Therefore, he also knew that according to the disciple who delivered the meal, Uncle Jiang had been in a bad mood for the past two days. Specifically, it started when he took a courier two days ago.

A thought flashed through the little disciple's mind. It turned out that Uncle Jiang was also picking up the courier at the door that day.

Later, because the latest Daoist Masters Conference led by the Daoist Masters Association was going to be held at Baguamen, he was made to be so busy that he didn't continue to pay attention.

Therefore, he and many others did not know that on that day, Jiang Kuiyun took out a stack of documents and a letter from the courier.

According to the letter, her lost son had grown up and was now called—

Gu Ya.

Fang Lingfei and Lu Tuanzi didn't know these undercurrents were surging, and the great film king was now making custard for his little ancestor.

That day he said that Lu Tuanzi was deformed, and told Tuanzi to remember the matter of revenge. In the end, he was forced to open the spirit vein after the delay of the system, and he curled up on the ground in pain, scaring the bird. past.

Of course, it's not all good.

For example——

"Do you want to eat chopped green onion?" Fang Lingfei asked.

The golden dumpling shook its head.

Fang Lingfei blinked: "You really don't want to eat?"

The little head shook again.

"Do you want parsley then?"

Shake again.

"Where's the salt?"

Shaking—stopped halfway, Lu Tuanzi felt that something was wrong with Fang Lingfei's brain, who would eat steamed eggs without salt?

He nodded.

Of course Fang Lingfei knew to add salt. Not only did he know to add salt, but he also knew the taste of Lu Tuanzi very well, for example, no chopped green onion or coriander.

So why is he still asking?

——Of course it was to make Lu Tuanzi talk.

"How much? You can tell me directly, and I can put it better."

These words really sound very serious and reasonable.

But Lu Tuanzi had already seen through his sinister intentions.

This food reserve just wanted to tempt him to speak, and after he spoke, he deliberately laughed at his childish voice in his heart, it was simply wanting to go to heaven, very hateful.

Yes, the advantage mentioned earlier is that Fang Lingfei's sequelae broke out. During the half hour of pain, Lu Tuanzi regained part of his IQ and all his memory because of his anxiety.

For example, he has already remembered that his name is Lu Xingshen, or he has remembered that the food reserve is actually his ex-boyfriend.

However, this was useless, the halo of Jiangzhi was still on his head, and Lu Baobao, whose IQ had shrunk, also thought that the name of food reserve was the best, which could fully demonstrate the identity of this two-legged human being.

The two-legged human Fang Lingfei didn't know that he had such a nickname. Now he is keen to try his best to tease Lu Xingchen to speak, and his tender little voice can make people dizzy.

——Be cute.

Especially when Lu Tuanzi is holding a serious expression, he is especially cute.

But no matter how cute you are, you can't forget the business.

When the steamed eggs were ready, Fang Lingfei put the bowl with the same type of little yellow chicken similar to Lu Xingshen in front of him, and smashed the eggs for him to eat.

Then Lu Xingshen, who saw that a dungeon prince should be served, and the expression of mortals like ants, couldn't help but licked again, and asked, "Do you know what state you are in now?"

shook his head.

By the way, shaking a little too much makes my head a little dizzy.

"Then do you remember how to get back?"

This question cannot be answered by nodding or shaking his head. Lu Tuanzi flapped his wings, changed his position, and stopped on the top of Fang Lingfei's head. A crisp voice came from above: "Why does the prince want to go back?!"

"Heh, stupid food reserve, are you dissatisfied with the current state of the crown prince?"

Fang Lingfei's expression was blank.

madness?grain reserves?The prince?

Ten minutes later, Lu Tuanzi, who was mean-mouthed, was slapped to doubt his life, and the murderer Fang Yingdi smiled gently: "You are welcome to continue calling me to reserve food."

Call for 10 minutes of masturbation!

Lu Tuanzi Prince Xingshen: "..." This prince put up with you.

The two of them spent a day like this, and that night, Fang Lingfei suddenly received a call.

From Xu Jiao.

Frowning and picking it up, Fang Lingfei remembered that the last time he was in a crew, the leading actors had exchanged numbers.

Lu Xingshen, who was held by him in the other hand, thumped, flew to his shoulder, and squatted down, obviously wanting to listen together.

Fang Lingfei stretched out a finger amusedly, and rubbed Lu Xingchen's little head, and he did so resignedly.

Prince Lu: ...I sacrificed a lot to answer a phone call.

On the other end of the phone, Xu Jiao's panicked voice sounded: "Brother Fang, can you give me Brother Lu's number?"

Fang Lingfei said coldly and directly, "No, goodbye."

The raider asked him if he wanted his bird's phone number so that he could get rid of it easily?dream.

Before he hung up, Xu Jiao hurriedly said, "I have something urgent to tell Brother Lu! Someone is going to kill him!"

Fang Lingfei stopped hanging up the phone. He looked at the dumpling on his shoulder. The dumpling chirped twice, saying that the prince would never care about the malice of the ants, and the feeling of storing food.

Obviously, Fang Lingfei did not receive the grain reserve, not only did he not receive it, but he reached out and pressed his small mouth in a wicked way, and then met his round eyes that were wide open because of shock.

When Lu Tuanzi was furious and was about to fly up to give him wings, he said solemnly, "Listen to the phone carefully."

Lu Tuanzi: Hi, how angry!

However, the memories in his mind and the little IQ that came back are reminding him that you are an adult (big bird???), you can't be so childish!

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, so I had to divert my attention to listen to the phone.

Fang Lingfei asked: "Who does Miss Xu want to talk about?"

Fang Lingfei: "You don't say anything, do you expect me to give you the phone with just one word?"

Xu Jiao: "Fang Ling'an and...Xu Baihe."

The name Xu Baihe caught Fang Lingfei by surprise. Fang Ling'an was the raider, and the key point in Xu Jiao's mouth, the Mao Tuanzi, did it mean that the raider plundered luck?So Xu Baihe is also a raider?Considering how familiar the other party is with Fang Ling'an, it's not impossible.

Fang Lingfei: "What evidence do you have?"

Xu Jiao: "I won't tell until I see Brother Lu."

Fang Lingfei: "What do you want?"

Xu Jiao pursed her lips: "I think, I want to ask Brother Lu to protect me."