Master, you think too much

The size of the small sedan is not large, and there is no other gap if one person and one ginseng are squeezed in, and it is very simple!There is not even a bedding thing, just a solid hardwood board, the shavings left on it make Sangzi's butt hurt.

Not only that, the bearers are definitely not professional enough, shaking like swinging.

Sang Shen grabbed his shoulder and rubbed his sore forehead.

Fortunately, the physique of a monk is considered to be against the sky. The average person will have a bruised nose and a swollen face after walking like this. Sangzi is still fine.

After shaking for about half an hour, they stopped and raised the car curtain to drag Sangzi down. Sangzi raised his coat to block the sight of the passers-by, and quickly stuffed the mulberry ginseng into the storage bag, and then a piece with dark fragrance A handkerchief tightly covered his mouth and nose.

This...is this Mixiang?Sangzi blinked, then closed her eyes, kicked her legs, and fell down.

Kind of like that.

——But can I say that mortal things are useless to me?

As he expected, he was scooped up before his body touched the ground, but the man hugged him horizontally... He didn't mind the posture.It's just that the person who hugged him was a mortal, and he really didn't want to interact too much with mortals... In addition to the damn reincarnation, karma should be added after it... The mortal who hugged him must have not bathed for three days!

That smell is more than *... He lost his soul!

The senses of monks are not only ten times more sensitive than ordinary people, whether it is taste, hearing or smell.Certain smells, lights, and sounds may not matter to mortals, but they are very useful to monks.

For example, Sangzi was able to confirm that there were eleven people who kidnapped him, and eight of them were just ordinary people.

Because he could distinguish eleven different footsteps, eight of which were obviously disorganized, one of which was slightly dull, and two of which were tense and sometimes slow.It can be preliminarily judged that there are eight ordinary people among the eleven people, one of the ordinary people is fat, and the other two are short-legged... The remaining three have been trained, but they are not too bad, and their voices are a little more stable nothing more.

This group of guys who don't know if they are officers and soldiers hugged him in the garden for a long time before he reached his destination.

Their goal is a bedroom, and it is a very good bedroom.

Before entering the door, a strong smell of sandalwood came to the nostrils... What is absolutely unbearable is that the coquettish musk is mixed in the sandalwood!

The person holding Sangzi carefully pushed open the door with his feet, walked into the inner room, and then mercilessly threw Sangzi down on the large hanging bed in the center of the inner room, and did not forget to close the door before leaving.

There is someone in the room!

Sang Zi lay between the silk and satin that was about to faint from the smoke, not daring to move.

The man actually hid it very well, but the officers and soldiers threw him on the bed too roughly, disturbing his breath.

"Well, are you okay?"

Sangzi felt as if something had poked her face.

He opened his eyes in surprise, that person—or that child stood in front of him at some point, but he didn't notice it at all!

He looked at the child with mixed feelings.

16 years old?

meets the.

Looking handsome?

meets the.

Have a certain unique charm?

It's still... in line.

Sangzi was moved.

He hurriedly got up and asked, "Young man, what is your last name? Where do you live? How is your family? How old are you? Are your parents still alive?"

"..."

Why don't you ask me how many dogs, how many pigs, how many ducks, how many chickens are there in my house!

"The name is Su Boli, how about you?" Su Boli replied obediently.

Although this name doesn't look like the main character like Long Aotian, but at least it's not Er Gouzi...

"Sangzi." He replied, "How is your family doing?"

He lowered his head and sighed sadly, "I was resold here since I was a child, and I have no home."

How good!

Look at this bizarre life experience.

"Then do you feel that you are a little different from others?"

"Huh?" Su Boli raised his head and looked at Sangzi, "I don't think so, but I feel that you are different from others."

"Oh?"

"You have a very pleasant smell, and a beautiful aura that makes people blind!"

Can... even feel this? !

Sangzi continued to remain expressionless, screaming desperately in her heart.

main character!

Cheating protagonist!

Please keep the nest in captivity!

"Monk."

he replied calmly.

"what?"

"Because I am a monk."

Sangzi repeated it again.

"But monks... shouldn't they appear in the palace?"

The boy blinked his eyes, looking extremely innocent.

"The people in the palace are all low-level casual cultivators. They know that they can't accomplish much, and they are not afraid of getting entangled with ordinary people."

"how about you?"

"I am a monk in the Mahayana period."

"The Mahayana period?"

"It's about to become a fairy."

His eyes immediately brightened.

Sangzi strikes while the iron is hot, and tells how the system tricked him into the realm of cultivating immortals, and he goes back exactly as it was.

For example, those beautiful female cultivators, for example, all kinds of incomparably precious fairy artifacts, for example, the life expectancy that is dozens of times longer than that of ordinary people...

Anyway, what is good to hear.

After speaking, he touched a spirit stone to show him - a root of ginseng was hanging on the spirit stone.

"let go."

Ginseng takes back the ginseng beard.

"Is this something from the cultivation world?" Su Boli asked curiously.

"The spirit stone is, ginseng is just an ordinary spirit."

Hearing what he said, Sang Shen froze and fell to the ground.

Su Boli poked at the ginseng, seeing that it didn't respond, his eyes quickly focused on the spirit stone.

"What a beautiful jade! It must be worth a lot of money, right?"

With Sangzi's permission, Su Boli carefully touched the Lingshi, and the warm touch made him a little fond of it.

"How come, this is just the lowest low-grade spirit stone. One hundred of these spirit stones can be exchanged for one middle-grade spirit stone, and one hundred middle-grade spirit stones can be exchanged for one high-grade spirit stone. Some cultivators like it the most. He will decorate buildings with tens of thousands of high-grade spirit stones." "Some cultivators" include him.

Not only Su Boli, but Sangshen was also stupid.

It turns out that the cultivation world... is so rich!

Sang Zi poured out all the remaining things in the storage bag to show him - one mid-grade spirit stone, five low-grade spirit stones, a few Bigu Pills, and a few Foundation Establishment Pills.

Su Boli looked at the poured out things, and stared at Sangzi for a long time...

Sangzi was so stared at that she couldn't hold back her face, and said, "Now I only have these."

After a long time, Su Boli said slowly, "It's really not easy for you, it must be very hard in the world of cultivating immortals, right?"

"..." I am a local tyrant!I used to step on this as a stone!

"...I am one of the only Mahayana monks in the cultivation world."

"It's miserable for a monk in the Mahayana period to get mixed up to this point."

"..."

"I'm the youngest Mahayana monk, and I can basically walk sideways in the cultivation world." Sangzi desperately put gold on his face.

"Young? How young is Sangzi?"

"...eight, more than 800 years old."

"The monk really doesn't look old!"

"..."

Yes, it doesn't look old.

If the system had found the right person back then, I'm afraid you might have ascended by now.The lifespan of the immortal is as long as the sky and the earth. Even if the sea turns into mulberry fields and the mulberry field turns into the sea, the life of the immortal still stops at the place where time stands still.

I am [-] years old... I still borrow it from you.

"When it comes to the Mahayana period, it is not a problem to live five thousand years. Ordinary life is short, and you will have to suffer karmic retribution in the next life. Your fate is poor, you will have no wife, no children, and you will not die well...It is better to go to the world than to stay in the mortal world. I'm going to the cultivation world, and I'm willing to be your master."

Sangzi threatened and even coaxed.

This is of course nonsense, he is not a real immortal, and his fate is not within his academics, not to mention that Su Boli is the protagonist after all, even if he stays in the mortal world in the end, it will be the most treated level...

Sangzi felt aggrieved in her heart, in the past, people would cry and beg on their knees to be his apprentice, but she never thought that when it was her turn to accept an apprentice, she would have to say all the good things.

Are you cultivating immortals?

He has heard of it.

When Su Boli was four years old, he was sold to a nephew of a family to be a bookboy by someone who didn't know if it was his parents. The former owner was not as luxurious as the current owner, but he was considered a rich man—his name was given by the former owner.

Later, one day, the old housekeeper died suddenly. Everyone said that the old housekeeper was blessed to die of old age smoothly.The old butler watched the young master grow up, and the two had a good relationship, so the young master visited him during his funeral.

He looked at the old housekeeper's pale face, full of grooves, but he was as frightened as a rabbit who encountered a snake.

"Do you think I will look like this when I die?"

Su Boli heard him ask this question.

That young man was already afraid of death before he grew up.

The fairy caresses my head,

Endowed with long life.

He wholeheartedly yearned for longevity, and yearned for being able to become an immortal immortal.

Later he heard that a sect in the cultivation world was recruiting disciples with excellent aptitude nearby, so he

He didn't bring anything to show his sincerity, and was finally hacked to death by the robbers on the wild road.

The former owner had no children and had always regarded his nephew as his own son. When he heard the news of his death, he stuck his breath on his neck and vomited blood to death that night.

Then there was looting of family property and so on. At that time, Su Boli was resold here, and it lasted for five years.

With the young master's negative teaching materials, he has always held a respectful and far-flung attitude towards cultivating immortals, always thinking that it would be good to live his life safely, but deep down in his heart, he yearns for cultivating immortals extremely.When Sang Zikai said that he was willing to be his master, there seemed to be a certain voice in his consciousness desperately encouraging him, promise, promise, follow this person!

So he said, "Master."