Concentrate

Qiancheng Pirates ran towards the gate with the two little ones.

Xun Yan raised his forehead and signaled Yu Kongsang to stop them.

Tiantian, who was immobilized, turned his face to the gate and his back to Xun Yan. He couldn't make any facial expressions, so he could only choke on his aggrieved cry: "Didn't you say just now that you can't fit in the car and you have to take the bus?"

"Then can you take off the group patient clothes first, otherwise it will look like a fleeing patient."

The people in the blue and white plaid pajamas glanced at their clothes in puzzlement, and changed silently.

Xun Yan looked at the skirt that Brick had transformed into, and the dress that Qiancheng Pirates had transformed into his own, and was speechless again. "Wait until I buy you clothes before going out."

Yu Kongsang agreed: "Tiantian's few illusions are not good enough, and it is easy to lose their clothes."

"Did you hear that?" It was a little pretentious like that.The goblins were intimidated by the vixen covered by a tiger, and they all nodded heavily unwillingly, as if Xun Yan and Yu Kongsang had abused them.

A hand stretched out to hold Xun Yan, he looked up curiously, and Yu Kongsang took him to the garage.He was puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"

Lancao looked hurt: "Didn't you say to accompany me to see the old man who grows flowers yesterday?" Without stopping, they opened the door and entered the garage.

"Hey, when did I say that?"

"Didn't you say that?"

"Ah."

"Then go shopping for clothes and accompany me to find the old man." He pushed Xun Yan into the passenger seat and sat down in front of the steering wheel.

Seeing his proficient posture, Xun Yan admired it in his heart, it was different when he was on and off, even driving like an old driver.

I saw Yu Kongsang put his hands on the steering wheel in a pretentious manner, moved a few times casually, and the car backed towards the gate.

"Hey! The door is not open!"

As soon as the eager voice fell, the rolling door slowly rose like a sensor door.

Yu Kongsang reversed the car and got out of the garage. From the outside, he looked like a perfect old driver who reversed the car, but Xun Yan who was sitting in the car didn't think so.

"you……"

"Ok?"

"The car hasn't started yet."

"Yo," Yu Kongsang laughed at him, "You think highly of me now, I don't know how to drive."

"So just now?" He couldn't believe it.

"Yes."

Pushing a car lightly and skillfully, Xun Yan, who feels that he is not bad at learning and has a talent, thinks that he will not be able to achieve it in another 1000 years. "Several tons of cars!"

Yu Kongsang snorted softly, "I'm still a goblin for thousands of years."

"Thousands of years?" Xun Yan competed with him, but this one was talking nonsense again. The "few" of thousands of years is just barely, let alone the word "good".

"It's all over a thousand. Is there any difference between the last one thousand and two thousand three thousand?"

Xun Yan made a compromise, as expected of a direct descendant from the sect of the sect, he couldn't fall asleep with his unyielding and childish character after sleeping for more than half a century.

The roads in the old community are difficult to walk, but because of management problems, there is no need to get off at the door.Drive straight to the old man downstairs, Xun Yan looked at the bare window with only two flowerpots.

"I'm sorry for him. An old man raised three pots of flowers. What a comfort that must be." In Xun Yan's impression, the old man's life consisted of raising flowers, walking birds, and playing Tai Chi. Now one-third of his life was gone.

"In the end, they were all kidnapped by you?"

"I'm just an accomplice..." The principal culprit was Sanpothua herself.The headline "The unscrupulous grandpa abused his grandson, the child ran away from home and was taken in" suddenly appeared in Xun Yan's mind, and the guilt in his heart disappeared a little.

The greening task of the community is all on the onion, garlic, beans downstairs and the potted plants on the balcony windows. A few sturdy poplar stumps are plastered with new cement, and small evergreen street trees are replanted in the gaps between buildings.

Xun Yan never came to the stairs.Last time he just stood downstairs and didn't go inside. He only saw the light blue-green ceiling fan covered with cobwebs on the slightly yellowed ceiling, dotted with black spots like fly excrement.And this narrow corridor, because of the rain and humid air, stepped on it and had the illusion of walking on a muddy path. He turned to the platform in the middle of the stairs and looked down. His footprints were printed on the shallow mud layer on the steps of different heights. .

The guilt that Xun Yan had just dissipated hit again like a tide, and he decided to buy some more pots for the old man after he apologized.

Xun Yan knocked on the door, but no one answered.He checked the time, and the old man was probably on his way to buy vegetables after nine o'clock. "Wait?"

"No wait."

Yu Kongsang also symbolically knocked three times, and the door opened in response. "Look, the door is open for us."

Xun Yan: "..." Yes, yes, you have a lot of face, so don't be shy.

"Mr.," Xun Yan called out as soon as he entered the door.

"Stop shouting, no one."

Xun Yan: "???"

"It's so windy outside, the spirit of the room invites us to come in and wait."

Xun Yan once again: "???"

Hey Hey hey!What is a room spirit?Don't think that I will believe you just because you have a high cultivation base and make random lies!

The old man was taken aback when he entered the door, thinking that his new singing player with internet access in his crappy house had been stolen as a tablet computer.Seeing the two people in the room, he thought, fortunately, the thief hasn't left yet.

He clenched his arms and squeezed out a little muscle, intending to roll up his sleeves to let the two thieves who broke into the house see how powerful he is.

Xun Yan saw a thin old man pulling his clothes up layer by layer, but he couldn't straighten them out.A pair of small, focused eyes glowed a little under the surrounding folds.He really didn't know how to speak, he knew he was wrong and shouldn't just barge in, but he couldn't pull Yu Kongsang.

"Sir, we've come to apologize—"

"You are the only one left in Linshui Pavilion?" Yu Kongsang asked coldly.

Xun Yan shot Yu Kongsang with his eyes biubiubiu, until he shot him into the target of an Olympic champion in his heart.Is there anything I can't say in advance?You inner disciples are really good at pretending.

The old man remained calm, knowing that these two people were not easy to mess with, he smiled stiffly on his face: "What Linshui Pavilion, so my door is not locked, thank you for watching for me."

Xun Yan was dumbfounded, and told him honestly: "Your door is locked, it's—"

"Hey, I know, it opens with a push, and the lock should be changed. Thank you two handsome guys for reminding me." He smiled skillfully on his face, covered with layers of wrinkles.

Xun Yan has never been with such a person, nor has he seen such a person in his work.The country where he lives now, the distant neighbors seem to him as simple as a primary school textbook.

The door suddenly closed behind the old man, and his left hand, which was not picking up the food, tentatively tried to open the door, but the movement was too big and he gave up.

"Your physiognomy." Yu Kongsang raised his eyes to look at him, "Where did you learn it?"

Full of style, casual and decent sitting posture, contemptuous eyes, and that face, Xun Yan wanted to call.

The old man thought of the two small peony essences that fled during the day, the price that was very painful when he bought them, and the monitoring that he was determined to buy hundreds of times.At that time, he thought, the three little elves are so good, and if they find a good home, they will definitely come to bring Jian Qiuluo, so he bought a camera and installed it on the ceiling fan to see where they went.

Turns out the camera wasn't clear at all!Only a face without a hat was photographed, but the face was blurred by pixels and made into a mosaic.He looked left and right with his small eyes, and he was almost certain that the young man standing was the one who took care of the three goblins.

After thinking through this paragraph, he boldly admitted it, with that kind of smile on his face, "Ouch". "What should I say? I just read a little and found a little fairy to keep me company."

He sighed again, smiling lightly, without looking at his eyes, he was a little kind: "I live alone, and my son and granddaughter don't come here often, and some living creatures can feel better in my heart."

"If I can learn a trick of Tongque Chunshen, it will be more than just companionship." Yu Kongsang said daily.

The old man's face was like a starched Japanese geisha, and the smile on his face could not be shaken. He really taught Xun Yan a lesson. "How can it be, such cute three little guys."

Yu Kongsang didn't care what this person said, he had seen people with thicker skins before, if he wanted to expose the skin, the skin would grow from the front to the back of the head, and only by cutting off the whole head could he see the space behind the skin shell.Even if you hold his life and ask him to cry for you, he will cry bitterly with a mask on as you wish.

All he wanted was a clue to move forward. "Where did you get the book?"

Xun Yan followed behind Yu Kongsang, and there was no longer any time to buy flowers for the old man.Although he was confused, he also knew that the old man didn't raise the three of them for a pure purpose, and even had the intention of harming the goblin to achieve his goal.The wrinkled face with wicked brows and mouse eyes, and the smile that made him unable to look directly at him, at this time Xun Yan frowned when he thought about it.

He couldn't help asking: "What is Aspect Flower Art, and what is Tongque Chunshen?"

"It's a long story."

Yukongsang and Bujianshan have a mutual friend.Back then, when he was young and full of vigor, he traveled the mountains and rivers together, looking for fun in the world of peaches and plums.

"Later Xuan Qing researched a Xianghua technique by himself, left Ming Yuanzong in a hurry and established a faction."

"Why did we go to him?" Xun Yan was puzzled, did he copy someone's old story while he was away?

"Oh, in Brother Yan's eyes, I turned out to be a robber."

"Do not--"

"After the sect was established, our relationship gradually became distant. If he didn't come, we wouldn't go either. Coupled with some differences in philosophy, it became more and more serious."

Xuanqing is a flower technique called Linshui Zhaohua, which can judge whether a plant has the possibility of becoming a sperm.Although it is only a basic spell, Xuan Qing understands that with this, there will be a steady stream of disciples who are better than others.

But to develop a sect, it is not enough to have only one trick to dig out good seedlings, but also a set of systematic and unique cultivation methods.Although Ming Yuanzong graciously let him go, he was not magnanimous enough to allow him to use the secret books of the original sect as a ready-made tool for recruiting students.

And Xuan Qing is indeed a genius.In the past few years, another unprecedented avenue has been created from the observation of the Buddhist scriptures and marrow cutting in the unseen mountains.

By giving birth to plants that are only a little short of becoming sperm, they can stimulate their racial talents, and by washing the scriptures and cutting the marrow, they can crush the plants and use their talents for their own use.

"But the cultivators found a problem."

The author has something to say: I think of the "It's all like this, is it more meaningful than this three-meter-two-meter-real child?", every time I think about it, I laugh

I didn’t send it yesterday... Make it up today, just in time for twelve o’clock

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