ghost master

The little maid was picked up by Wang Xiaopang's mother, named Lian'er, after the county magistrate's mansion was confiscated, she continued to stay with Wang Xiaopang's parents as a maid because she had nowhere to go, she was very unremarkable in their Wang family, But because she is the only servant left now, she gets close to Wang Xiaopang and his parents.

The little maid is 14 years old this year, and has reached the age of thinking about spring. Seeing Wang Xiaopangsheng's fair and delicate appearance and being a cultivator of immortals, she moved her mind and wanted to be his concubine, but she didn't dare to be too explicit, so she was affectionate After looking at Wang Xiaopang nervously, he lowered his head, but Wang Xiaopang's mother noticed something, and thought of something in his heart.

"Xiao Pang, come, let's chat in your parents' room." Mrs. Wang waved to Wang Xiaopang, and Wang Xiaopang bounced past, holding his mother's waist tightly with both hands.

Probably because of the "destroying the door" accident, Wang Xiaopang felt that his parents were much older than last year, so he was very sad because the sun in his heart had inevitably entered the dusk.

I will perform a healing technique on my parents later, no matter whether I am sick or not, it is very good for mortals to bathe in the wood spirit full of vitality.

Sensing his thoughts, Han Lin said lightly behind him: "Your parents are mortals, even if you bathe them in spiritual energy every day, they will live to be a hundred years old at most."

Wang Xiaopang held his mother's hands tighter, as if he didn't hear Han Lin's words.

Sensing the uneasiness in Wang Xiaopang's heart, Wang Xiaopang's mother smiled dotingly and lovingly, patted Wang Xiaopang's head and led him into the master bedroom.

Wang Xiaopang's father was reading a book under the dim candlelight. Seeing his wife and children coming in, he put down the book in his hand and looked at them with a smile.

Mrs. Wang's charming face also showed a slight smile. She took Wang Xiaopang to sit down, and then asked Wang Xiaopang's father straight to the point: "I heard that Fei Xiu'er has been thinking about Xiaopang all the time." , now Xiaopang is 12 years old, master, why don't you go to the prefect of Fei to find out?"

Hearing the word "Fei Xiu'er", Wang Xiaopang suddenly became energetic. Although the two had only met twice, he really liked that girl, but before he had time to be happy, a cold hand suddenly touched the back of his neck. After touching it, he shrank his neck tremblingly from the cold, and then quietly looked to his side.

"Under a hundred years old, don't even think about touching women." Han Lin pinched the back of Wang Xiaopang's neck lightly, like pinching a kitten.

Wang Xiaopang immediately drooped his head, playing with the corner of his clothes pitifully.

Only Wang Xiaopang's father sighed and said: "At the beginning Xiaopang rejected him, and now our family is in the same situation, I am afraid that the prefect of Fei will not agree."

"If you don't want to spend so much effort to save our Wang family?" Mrs. Wang thinks that there is still room for discussion about the marriage: "Besides, many rich men in Huishui City proposed marriage this year, but they were all rejected by the prefect of Fei. I think adults still like our chubby."

After Madam Wang finished speaking, she looked at Wang Xiaopang, and said with a smile: "Just cultivating immortals is just a few blocks away from those princes and nobles."

"Ah... um..." Wang Xiaopang replied dully, and then felt the big cold hand pinching the back of his neck tighten a little bit, with a hint of warning, Wang Xiaopang couldn't help swallowing, and then She had no choice but to politely refuse: "That... Mom and Dad, I actually plan to look for it in the world of cultivating immortals."

"What does it matter?" Mrs. Wang grabbed Wang Xiaopang's little hand and taught him tactfully: "Since ancient times, most capable men have three wives and four concubines. If you find one in the fairy world and marry one in the mortal world, there is no conflict at all." .”

Wang Xiaopang was stunned when he heard that, not knowing how to respond to his mother, but his father gave a "tsk" and said sarcastic remarks about his wife: "You control me tightly, don't let me accept it." Concubine, how can I teach Xiaopang these things? Even if Fei Xiuer is willing, then Xiangu is also willing?"

Mrs. Wang glared at Wang Xiaopang's father when she heard the words, and said angrily, "You still want to take a concubine even with a wife as beautiful as me? My old lady was recognized as the number one beauty in Chuan'an County back then! If it weren't for how talented you are I won't marry you! You bloody ghost!"

Seeing his wife getting angry, Wang Xiaopang's father immediately softened with a dry smile: "Ma'am is right, Ma'am is the best."

Wang Xiaopang was used to bickering with his parents, but Han Lin sighed: "So your temper is like your father's."

[Really?Many people say that my father has a good temper! ] Wang Xiaopang was very proud of Han Lin's words, as if he had been praised.

Han Lin looked at him coldly, "Why are you happy? Hurry up and stop your mother's thoughts."

[Oh...] Then Wang Xiaopang looked at his parents again, and after his parents finished arguing, he said to his mother: "Mom, what Dad said just now is correct. There are rules in the world of cultivating immortals. A Taoist With a nun..."

"Taoist, it's Taoist!" Wang Xiaopang's father corrected Wang Xiaopang.

Wang Xiaopang, who made a mistake for a while, was teased by himself and laughed. Han Lin pinched the back of his neck with a sullen face, and he held back his smile with a straight face and continued: "It's just a man with a woman. You can't have three wives and four concubines. Yes, and immortal cultivators cannot marry mortals, otherwise... er, otherwise... otherwise, they will be like Cowherd and Weaver Girl!"

Wang Xiaopang suddenly met Shinhwa, and his words slipped away: "Look how pitiful Cowherd and Weaver Girl are! We can only see each other once a year. If I marry Miss Fei, I can only meet her every year during the Spring Festival. , if she has a child in the future, she will have to carry the child to see me on the Qixi Festival, how uncomfortable it is for her to be a girl! I feel bad too! So I don’t want it.”

Wang Xiaopang's mother had no education, and was taken aback by Wang Xiaopang's words, but his father laughed to himself and praised Wang Xiaopang's intelligence.

"Xiao Pang is right, we are not kind." Wang Xiaopang's father agreed with Wang Xiaopang. First, he felt that it was unlikely that the prefect of Fei would betroth Fei Xiu'er to Wang Xiaopang. In the long run, if Wang Xiaopang marries a mortal woman, it may delay his cultivation of immortality, and as a father, he naturally hopes that his son will become a big shot one day.

Wang Xiaopang's mother saw that her husband and son said so, so she had no choice but to give up, but she also thought that the pitiful maid was also interested in Xiaopang, so she wanted to ask Wang Xiaopang's thoughts, but seeing his clear eyes, I'm afraid he might be interested in men and women. I still don't know much about it, so I thought about it and decided not to say it.

"Hey, little fat, you have to bring back a watery fairy in the future." Wang Xiaopang's mother smiled softly, then reached out to touch Wang Xiaopang's bandaged left eye, and asked him: "Your eyes last year?" It hurts, isn't it better this year?"

"This...is cultivation! I cultivated the sharp eye!" Wang Xiaopang yelled, and quickly covered his left eye.

"So powerful? Let parents see." Wang Xiaopang's mother made a gesture to remove the bandage on his face.

"I can't see it! Eyes can breathe fire!" Wang Xiaopang didn't dare to let his parents know the truth. There was a ghost's soul in his eyes, so he stood up from the chair with a smile: "I'm going back to the house!" !"

After Wang Xiaopang finished speaking, he covered his left eye and left. After leaving the room, he heard his parents talking in the room.

"Are Xiaopang's eyes okay?"

"He said it's all right."

"You bloody ghost, why don't you worry about the child at all!"

"The child is old, he is 12 years old, come, come, Madam will go to bed with me."

"You... are old and not serious..."

Wang Xiaopang's five senses are sharp now, and he couldn't help but blushed when he heard his parents in the room*, and he let out a long breath after returning to his own room, and asked Han Lin while touching his eyes: "Master, what are you doing?" Didn’t you say that you entrusted Uncle Lin to make me a magic weapon to cover my eyes? It’s been a year, why is there no news from Uncle Lin?”

"It's only been a year. Do you think it's easy to refine a magic weapon? Some people spend a hundred years refining a magic weapon just to collect materials. Besides, he is the nine elders of the Immortal Alliance, so he has other things to do." Han Lin disagrees: "Wait, He will send it over when he is finished."

Hearing what Han Lin said, Wang Xiaopang shut his mouth obediently, took off the bandage on his face and began to wash. After washing, he looked into his eyes in the bronze mirror, and saw the single-petalled ice-blue snowflake inside was as complicated as ever. and pretty.

The ice soul protection beads, each snow petal guards Han Lin's soul, and the day when the seven souls reunite is when this "snowflake" floats away from Wang Xiaopang's eyes.

This is the soul of Master...

Wang Xiaopang looked at himself in the bronze mirror, thinking that Han Lin had prevented him from marrying his wife several times, he poked his left eye with hatred...

"Wow!"

Han Lin looked at Wang Xiaopang, who was covering his left eye and howling, and said silently in his heart: retarded.

Wang Xiaopang burst into tears, but Han Lin didn't feel sympathetic to him at all, and ordered him to start practicing. Wang Xiaopang dared not refuse. Han Lin cried out, rubbed his misty eyes and continued to practice.

Every time Wang Xiaopang's cultivation level increases, Han Lin will reduce his sleep time by half an hour until Wang Xiaopang builds his foundation and gets rid of his mortal body completely, and then he will no longer need to sleep.

About an hour later, the sky began to turn white, and Wang Xiaopang, who was practicing, suddenly heard the sound of a rooster crowing, and immediately opened his eyes.

"The rooster is crowing!" Wang Xiaopang said in amazement, neither in Xue Tianzong nor around the county magistrate's mansion where he used to live, there were no roosters around, so Wang Xiaopang seldom saw this kind of live rooster except on the dining table. poultry.

"This is the countryside, so there are naturally roosters." Han Lin said lightly, he looked at the sky, and he could practice for another hour before breakfast, but when he turned his head to look at Wang Xiaopang, the boy was already moving quickly Fold the quilt into tofu cubes.

"I'll help my father feed the pigs!" Wang Xiaopang said excitedly, his father is not a county magistrate now, and he started raising pigs to support his family, which is richer than growing vegetables, because Wang Xiaopang's mother doesn't like pigpens Therefore, the pigsty was built more than ten meters away from their home, and then hired a young man from the village to live there and watch, and the maid Lian'er would go to help every day.

Han Lin saw that Wang Xiaopang had no intention of practicing, and if he was forced to continue practicing, he might not be able to concentrate, so he followed Wang Xiaopang out of the room helplessly.

The genius was bright, Wang Xiaopang let out his spiritual consciousness to look at his parents' room, and saw his parents cuddling each other in the warm bed, sleeping soundly, he went to look at other rooms, Li Daoren was practicing in the guest room , Lian'er's maid has already woken up, and is cooking firewood in the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Then Wang Xiaopang walked into the kitchen, the servant girl turned her head and saw that it was Wang Xiaopang, she hurriedly bowed to him cautiously.

"Young master!"

Wang Xiaopang smiled and waved his hands: "I'm no longer a young master, sister Lian'er, just call me Xiaopang."

"No way! The young master is the young master!" Lian'er looked at the fair and handsome Wang Xiaopang with a reddish complexion, and then walked towards the cabinet beside her: "Master, breakfast is not ready yet, you should have some pastries first."

Lian'er finished speaking and took out a box of flower cakes, Wang Xiaopang smelled the scent and his mouth became greedy, he smashed his mouth, but didn't dare to go up to eat: "Our family is in trouble now, save it for parents to eat .”

"Master and Madam bought it specially for the young master." Lian'er said, and put the box of flower cakes on the round wooden table: "Young master, eat as much as you want, although the master is not the county magistrate, but it is also the village that relies on raising pigs. The richest, don’t you think our family is much richer than other families in the village?”

Wang Xiaopang walked over to eat flower cakes after hearing what Lianer said. While eating, he watched Lianer cook. He became angry and interested, so he walked over to watch Lianer cook with the wooden box of flower cakes in his arms.

"This is cabbage?" Wang Xiaopang looked at the lump of vegetables in the pot.

"Yeah." Lian Er nodded.

"What was that you added?"

"Salt."

"What about that?"

"spices."

"Oh!" Wang Xiaopang looked at it while eating flower cakes, thinking that sooner or later he would enter the inner sect of Snow Heaven Sect, that is, move to live on Bailing Mountain, and all the monks there would build With the kipping of the valley, there will be no canteen in the inner gate. This is undoubtedly a huge disaster for Wang Xiaopang, so he decided to make enough food and clothing by himself, and learn how to cook.

Knowing what he was thinking, Han Lin slapped Wang Xiaopang on the back of the head, Wang Xiaopang raised his head, Han Lin scolded with a straight face, "You know how to eat?"

[My father said that food is the foundation of the people, and if you can't eat, you can't do anything...] Wang Xiaopang said in a low voice with a flower cake in his arms.

"You are a monk!" Han Lin said bitterly.

Seeing that Han Lin was so fierce, Wang Xiaopang didn't dare to respond again, but he continued to watch Lian'er cooking, silently memorizing how to fry cabbage, which made Han Lin very angry. He usually likes to be lazy in practice, but learning how to cook is so annoying. How can you tell him not to be angry?

After Lian'er had finished breakfast, Wang Xiaopang, his parents, and Li Daoren also came out of the house, and the whole family ate and chatted around the round table. Only then did Wang Xiaopang realize that the dozens of members of the Wang family were not all placed in the house. In this Xinan village, some people went to Huishui City, and some old people went back to Chuan'an County to live. Only his uncle and the third uncle lived here with them. The uncle's family was farming, and the third uncle was a teacher in the village.

"I bought a lot of special products from the north." Wang Xiaopang took out the pile of special products he bought from the storage bag. Now that many relatives have left, most of the special products he bought are left.

"Give it to the villagers." Wang Xiaopang's father said, Wang Xiaopang's mother happily carried the fox fur coat Wang Xiaopang bought for her, and went back to the house to try it on.

Wang Xiaopang naturally listened to his father, so he planned to go to the village to give gifts from door to door in a while. After receiving the gifts Wang Xiaopang bought for him, Li Daoren suggested to Wang Xiaopang: "Nowadays is not the same as in the past, Xiaopang, you give gifts. Yes, but remember not to be high-profile, and you also have to change out of your Snow Heaven Sect Taoist robe, it's too eye-catching."

Wang Xiaopang looked down at his elegant and smooth Taoist robe, and then looked up at his father's simple civilian clothes. He understood, so he went back to the house and changed into ordinary civilian clothes. He opened the closet but found it was empty.

"Our house was confiscated by the imperial court, and your old clothes are gone, and mother doesn't know how tall you are now, so I just bought fabrics and didn't cut them." Wang Xiaopang's mother came to measure Wang Xiaopang's height And measurements, Wang Xiaopang and his father's clothes have always been made by her from the past, and the big and small are her treasures.

"Then I'll put on dad's clothes first." Wang Xiaopang said.

"It's too big for you to wear." Wang Xiaopang's mother laughed.

"Just roll the trouser legs and sleeves." Wang Xiaopang didn't take it seriously, and after a while he actually went to ask his father for two sets of clothes to wear first. The adult's clothes were loose on him, and the sleeves and trouser legs were rolled up. It took a lot of laps to show my hands and feet.

After putting on ordinary people's clothes, Wang Xiaopang used a pole to carry special products from door to door and gave them away. The people in the village didn't know that he was a cultivator, so they treated him like an ordinary child. A kind old woman saw that Wang Xiaopang's clothes were very It didn't fit well, and she gave her grandson old clothes to wear. The ones with patches on them made Wang Xiaopang very surprised.

"I haven't worn patched clothes yet." Wang Xiaopang changed directly at the old woman's house, which was much more suitable than his father's.

The so-called man depends on clothes, Han Lin couldn't help looking at Wang Xiaopang who had suddenly become rustic, so he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, so he asked him to take it off.

"What are you doing with it off?" Wang Xiaopang didn't take it off, "I'll go to the pigsty to feed my father's pigs later, it's convenient to wear."

"It's so ugly." Han Lin didn't like it. He had several apprentices, but Wang Xiaopang was the only one he took by hand, so no matter how Wang Xiaopang blamed him, he had the self-consciousness of being a master. It also feels like being a father.

So Wang Xiaopang, as a master, doesn't like wearing such dirty and shabby clothes.

"Put back your father's clothes." Han Lin ordered, the clothes were big but clean.

"No." Wang Xiaopang refused to listen, what if he gets his father's clothes dirty in the pigsty?

Seeing that Wang Xiaopang didn't listen, Han Lin squinted his eyes unkindly: "Will you take it off?"

Wang Xiaopang felt guilty, but he still didn't want to wear his father's clothes to the pigsty, so he boldly complained to Han Lin: "Master, you care too much, isn't it just clothes..."

Before Wang Xiaopang finished speaking, a small ice skate appeared in Han Lin's hand, and then he swiped mercilessly under Wang Xiaopang's horrified eyes, and Wang Xiaopang's clothes split in two from the front, even the inside His white undershirt and trousers were both torn.

"You..." Wang Xiaopang glared at Han Lin in embarrassment, but the ghost looked indifferent. Wang Xiaopang's curse words came to his lips but he didn't dare to swear, so he had to follow Han Lin's intentions and go back to his father's clothes. clothing.

"The inner jacket and inner trousers are torn..." Wang Xiaopang muttered unhappily, and took off the ragged clothes hanging on his body. When he took off the trousers, he suddenly found "Xintiandi", and he screamed in shock Get up: "Mao!"

"Don't be surprised." Han Lin routinely taught Wang Xiaopang a lesson, and then looked at his lower body, only to see a few small, light-colored hairs growing on the white spot.

Han Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, has he developed to this stage?That's right, it's 12 years old.

Wang Xiaopang bent down and stared at his place, then raised his head to look at Han Lin with a blushing face, and instead of being angry with him, he pursed his lips and smiled shyly.

"Four roots~" Wang Xiaopang stood naked in the cold winter air, but he didn't feel cold, instead he felt hot and excited because he found that he had grown hair.

"Hmm." Han Lin didn't have any other feelings except realizing that Wang Xiaopang had grown up again.

Wang Xiaopang blushed again and lowered his head to look at his four tender hairs, but Han Lin gave him a light slap on the head, "Put on your clothes."

"Oh." Wang Xiaopang obediently put on his father's clothes, because the inner clothes were torn and couldn't be worn, so it was a little uncomfortable to put on the outer clothes directly.

"Master should have left my underwear behind." Wang Xiaopang left the old woman's house and walked towards his pigsty with a pole.

"If you are obedient and obedient, the deity will not scratch your clothes." Han Lin said lightly.

Wang Xiaopang didn't dare to argue with Han Rin. He carried the pole and walked for a while, then turned his head and looked around. Seeing no one on the path, he stretched out his hand to scratch his crotch.

It's so uncomfortable without underwear... the outer pants are itching there.

Wang Xiaopang scratched, Han Linpiao looked at it blankly, and waited for Wang Xiaopang to stop itching before continuing to the pigsty. When they arrived at the pigsty, Lian'er and a skinny and dark boy were surrounding the pigsty. Staring at a fat and strong pig.

Wang Xiaopang leaned over curiously, "What are you looking at?"

When Lianer saw Wang Xiaopang coming, she blushed and panicked: "Why are you here, young master? It's dirty here!"

"It's okay." Wang Xiaopang wanted to feed the pigs for fun, and he didn't care if it was dirty or not.

The skinny and dark boy looked at Wang Xiaopang, saw that he had red lips, white teeth, and delicate facial features. Although his left eye was wrapped with a bandage, he was several times more beautiful than Lian'er who was a girl, so he couldn't help staring at that face in surprise. Can't stop watching.

Hearing that there are male actresses in the city who are more beautiful than women, and their makeup is even more beautiful, the boy felt that Wang Xiaopang was that kind of man.

There are more than [-] pigs in the pigsty, big and small. Wang Xiaopang looked around for a while and saw a big sow giving birth through the gap between several pigs, lying on the ground in a mess Seven or eight piglets are gathering around the sow to drink milk, and the sow is still humming and continuing to give birth.

Wang Xiaopang was shocked, he had never seen such a scene before, he immediately leaned into the pigsty to see clearly, but other pigs were walking around the sow, Wang Xiaopang looked left and right for a while. Probe, the body also leaned in more and more.

The boy and Lian'er looked at Wang Xiaopang who almost put his upper body into the pigsty, and they were about to remind him to be careful of falling, when Wang Xiaopang fell into the pigsty with a loud "oops". Under Rin's training, his reaction ability became very fast. He stretched out his right hand and tried to stand on the ground and then jumped up, but...

Wang Xiaopang was horrified to find pig feces on the ground. He didn't want to touch the pig feces, so he withdrew his hand, turned to the side, kicked a big fat pig's buttocks, and bounced his slender body towards a pillar beside him. , he flipped around in the air neatly and stepped on the pillar, and finally landed firmly on the back of a pig.

"Humph! Humph!" The big fat pig that was kicked by Wang Xiaopang fell directly to the ground, screaming miserably, and because it was too fat, it couldn't get up after struggling on the ground for a long time. Wang Xiaopang, who was on the back of the other pig, suddenly felt guilty. Because the pigsty was crowded, he hurriedly stepped on the backs of other pigs, and then found a small open space next to the pig and landed on the ground.

"I'm sorry, pig..." Wang Xiaopang didn't care about the dirt, and reached out to hug the big fat pig on the ground, and managed to help it up with spiritual energy.

Although the pig got up, it was still grunting and barking, and its small eyes were moist, as if it was wronged. So Wang Xiaopang hugged its pig's head and kept stroking it, comforting it at the same time He looked at the sow that was giving birth again.

The sow gave birth to another piglet, and it was still giving birth. Wang Xiaopang stared at it, shocked by the sow's strong fertility.

Good, great!

Wang Xiaopang blushed with excitement, completely fascinated by the animal birth scene in front of him, and just watched with a pig in his arms.

Wang Xiaopang was admiring the sow, and the skinny and dark boy outside the pigsty was admiring Wang Xiaopang. Just now, Wang Xiaopang's show of hand surprised him so much that he immediately asked the servant girl, Lian'er, Wang Xiaopang Have you ever learned light work?

Mrs. Wang had instructed Lian'er to conceal the fact that Wang Xiaopang, a villager, was an immortal cultivator, so Lian'er nodded after hesitating for a while, which made the young man immediately think of worshiping Wang Xiaopang as his teacher.

Children in the country more or less have the dream of being a hero and walking the rivers and lakes, so the boy turned over into the pigsty with admiration, and walked slowly towards Wang Xiaopang among the crowded pigs.

"Young hero!" The boy approached Wang Xiaopang, looking at him with shining eyes.

When Wang Xiaopang heard him call himself "Young Xia", he couldn't help but looked at him strangely, and then looked at the sow again. Seeing that Wang Xiaopang's thoughts were all on that sow, the young man also looked at the sow. He looked like a pig, but after a while he looked at Wang Xiaopang next to him, and the more he looked at him, the more beautiful he became, his profile was as soft as water.

Han Lin, who was floating beside Wang Xiaopang, glanced at the young man indifferently, and then averted his eyes indifferently.

The sow gave birth to four more piglets and stopped giving birth. More than a dozen pink and tender piglets grunted and squeezed under her, fighting for milk. Wang Xiaopang counted them, and there were fourteen in total. piglet.

"What about these little pigs?" Wang Xiaopang asked the boy beside him.

The young man staring obsessively at Wang Xiaopang came back to his senses, and quickly replied, "Isolate him in another pigsty with the sow, or he might be stepped on by other pigs."

"Oh!" Wang Xiaopang looked down at the pig's head that was held in his arms. The pig had stopped humming, so Wang Xiaopang let it go and walked towards the sow, squatting down to look at the piglets up close. The baby was suckling, and when I looked at it, I found that a piglet was crushed by the sow, lying on the dirty ground without moving, and its body was not as pink as other piglets, but with a little bruise under the skin. I don't know if he died or not.

Wang Xiaopang stretched out his hand to take the little pig out, although it was still still warm, he asked Han Lin in his heart: "Master, did you say it is dead?" ]

"I don't know." Han Lin was not interested in the life and death of a pig. He looked at Wang Xiaopang who was holding the piglet in both hands, and asked him incomprehensibly, "Don't you think it's dirty?"

It was the same just now, he went directly to hug a pig, even though that pig was kicked down by Wang Xiaopang.

"It's a little sticky." Wang Xiaopang freed up a hand to look at the palm of his hand. At this moment, the piglet in his arms moved suddenly, and Wang Xiaopang was so scared that he almost threw it out.

The skinny and dark boy had already brought the basket, and while driving away the fat pigs crowded around, he put the suckled piglets into the basket, Wang Xiaopang panicked holding the piglet that had stopped moving again. The boy shouted at the boy: "It moved just now!"

The young man looked at the piglet in Wang Xiaopang's hand, and said, "It was crushed just now, right? It didn't get any milk, so it probably won't survive."

"Then what should we do?" Wang Xiaopang was stunned, "Will the family lose money if it dies?"

"It's definitely a loss if you can't keep it alive, but this time there are too many piglets, so it doesn't matter if one dies." The boy smiled at Wang Xiaopang, showing his white teeth.

Wang Xiaopang heard the young man said that he would lose money, so he thought for a while, and walked out of the pigsty with the little pig in his arms. The maid Lian'er immediately went up to him, pointed to the well not far away and said to Wang Xiaopang: "Master, go quickly!" Wash there."

Wang Xiaopang walked around the pigsty, and most of the pigs were covered with mud, so he became very dirty.

"It's not in the way." Wang Xiaopang was more anxious to save the piglet than to clean himself up, and he left the storage bag at home after changing Xue Tianzong's Taoist uniform, there was no storage bag He couldn't use the healing spell in the talisman, so he hurried away holding the lifeless piglet.

The pigsty was only a dozen meters away from their home, and if Wang Xiaopang used his spiritual power to jump a few times, he would arrive home, but there were so many people in the village, Li Daoren said that no one should know his identity as a cultivator, so Wang Xiaopang had to Honestly ran with the piglet in his arms, and because he used to jump up and down the mountain on weekdays, he couldn't get rid of the habit of bouncing when he was running.

"Yo, what family's baby? It runs like a rabbit." The country old man who was sitting at the door smoking a pipe stared at Wang Xiaopang's back curiously.

"The one from the Wang family who runs a pig farm." A village woman with a child in her arms replied, with envy in her voice: "I heard that she came back from a big city for the New Year."

Wang Xiaopang arrived home with the piglet in his arms, took out a talisman from the storage bag, and cast a healing spell on the still piggy. The warm yellow-green light enveloped the piglet in Wang Xiaopang's arms. The bruises on the piglet's body slowly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, not only the body became pink and tender, but even the eyes were opened.

Wang Xiaopang hugged the piglet and smiled up at Han Lin. There was a bit of a silly smile in his smile, but it made people feel warm when he looked at it.

Han Lin said coldly, "You are really willing to use up a talisman to save a pig."

Wang Xiaopang hadn't been able to get the spirit stone from the sect yet, so he used the talismans sparingly. Usually, if the spanking by Han Lin didn't hurt too much, he wouldn't be willing to use it, but he just spent it on it.

"This is my pig." Wang Xiaopang touched the little pig that started to grunt, and said with a smile: "It can be sold for a lot of money when it grows up. Now my family is not as good as before, so naturally I can earn more. A little, so that my parents can live more comfortably."

"It's filial piety." Han Lin stopped talking, but after thinking about it, he reached out and lifted Wang Xiaopang's chin, letting him look at him: "Speaking of 'a teacher for one day and a father for life', why don't you understand? Filial piety to the deity?"

Wang Xiaopang raised his head and looked at Han Lin: "If Master doesn't hit me, I will be filial to you."

"If you're not lazy, I won't hit you." Han Lin said, and then his eyes fell on Wang Xiaopang's white and flat chest. Because Wang Xiaopang was wearing his father's clothes, the neckline was wide open. From this angle, Han Lin had a clear view of the past.

Although it has begun to grow hair, it still has the body of a child, with a small frame and little flesh.Han Lin let go of Wang Xiaopang's chin and ordered: "Change the clothes on your body."

Only then did Wang Xiaopang realize that he didn't wear his underwear, so he put the piglet in his arms on the table, stood up and took it off three or two times, then took out his underwear from the storage bag and put it on. On the way, I didn't forget to look at the place where I started to grow tiny fluff.

If it develops to this level, it will ejaculate after a while, right?Han Lin thought about it calmly, and then found that Wang Xiaopang started staring at his crotch. Han Lin was slightly stunned, and then shot an ice ball on Wang Xiaopang's forehead with a straight face.

"Where are you looking?" Han Lin felt a little weird, but didn't feel ashamed at all.

"How hairy is Master?" Wang Xiaopang asked directly, without feeling shy: "When I was eight years old, I went to a hot spring with my father and a few uncles. Yes, at that time I didn’t know there would be hair growing there, I only found out after asking my father, and then an uncle told me that men with more hair are masculine, and women like it more.”

Speaking of which, Wang Xiaopang made a fool of himself at that meeting. After taking off his clothes, he found that everyone was black, but he was naked and white, so he thought he was flawed, so he cried sadly.

"I have never heard of such a saying." Han Lin replied solemnly. Seeing Wang Xiaopang stretching out his hand as if wanting to untie his belt, he slapped his little hand away with a cold face.

Wang Xiaopang withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and muttered in a low voice: "It's not going to happen..."

Although Wang Xiaopang hates Han Lin sometimes, especially when he is beaten up by him, he really thinks Han Lin is very handsome, with a tall head, broad shoulders, deep eyes and a high nose bridge. As a man, he thinks he is very handsome. Not to mention girls, so I thought he must have a lot of hair, growing to his chest.

Knowing Wang Xiaopang's thoughts, Han Lin's face darkened immediately, and then he shouted fiercely: "Don't put on your pants yet!"

Wang Xiaopang was shaken by his drink, and then obediently put on his clothes.

After rescuing the piglet, Wang Xiaopang carried it back to the pigpen. The skinny and dark boy had already moved the sow and the other piglets to a separate pigpen. Wang Xiaopang put the piglet in I went in to let it nurse, but was kicked out by other piglets. The piglet couldn't squeeze in several times, and finally had to hobble back to Wang Xiaopang's side.

"What's going on?" Wang Xiaopang asked the boy.

"Xu is young hero, you took this little pig away, and then the other little pigs didn't recognize it." The boy replied, pouring feed into the stone trough where the pigs were fed.

Wang Xiaopang saw that the little pig was grunting hungry, so he pointed to the food in the stone trough and asked the boy, "Can it eat these?"

"No, it's too small to drink milk." The boy replied.

Wang Xiaopang looked at the pigsty crowded with thirteen piglets, and then looked down at the piglets in his arms. He suddenly remembered that when he was delivering special products in the village, there was a family with cows, so he had an idea, and immediately hugged the pig A piglet ran away.

The villagers were simple and knew that Wang Xiaopang wanted milk to feed the pigs, so he smiled and took the bowl for him. Wang Xiaopang sat on the steps of the house and chatted with them, feeding the piglets in his arms.

"Master, life in the country is actually quite interesting." Wang Xiaopang sighed to Han Lin, completely different from when he was a young master in Chuan'an County.

"It's good for you to think so." Han Lin said lightly.

When Wang Xiaopang stepped into the house with the pig in his arms, he saw his father and mother sitting in the lobby roasting the stove, his father was eating corn, and his mother was making a female celebrity. The two talked a few words from time to time, and then looked at each other. The other party laughed.

Wang Xiaopang, who was standing at the door watching, also laughed, and yelled "Father! Mother! I'm back!", and then jumped in with the piglet in his arms.

Time passed far faster than Wang Xiaopang imagined, or because of his fulfillment, twelve days passed in a blink of an eye, and he had to rush back to the sect within three days.

During these twelve days, Wang Xiaopang got to know the skinny boy well, and often played with him, raising pigs, climbing trees to dig out bird eggs, hunting foxes that ate chickens, setting off firecrackers and beating tops, and running all over the mountains and plains, living a happy life. Free and fun.

If it's a major event, the only thing is that Wang Xiaopang's parents quietly took Wang Xiaopang to visit Fei Zhifu in Huishui City, thanking him for saving the life of their Wang family, and Wang Xiaopang met him there. Fei Xiu'er, she looks more and more fresh, and Wang Xiaopang likes it very much, but Fei Zhifu has already betrothed her to the son of a certain general in the imperial court, and she will leave Huishui City to marry in the imperial city in half a year. After hearing this, Wang Xiaopang felt depressed and uncomfortable.

If Han Lin hadn't attached himself to him and rejected Fei Xiu'er last year, he would have married this beautiful girl.

"No need to be sad, you have your own destiny." Han Lin rarely said comforting words.

Wang Xiaopang lay on the bed and did not speak. After a while, he grabbed Han Lin's hand and bit it hard. If Han Lin wasn't a ghost, he might have bitten him out.