The fairy tale life of modern cultivators

?Chapter 24

Zhao Qingquan didn't ask the school for leave, and his classmates didn't know where he was going.The last person to see him was He Dacheng. Before turning off the lights last night, He Dacheng saw Zhao Qingquan lying on the bed and sleeping with the quilt facing the wall as usual, and found nothing unusual at all.

"I got up this morning to pee and saw that there was no one on his bed, so I thought he had gone out." He Dacheng said disapprovingly, "He has been walking around all by himself, who knows what he did."

Jiang Xinle knew that it wasn't Zhao Qingquan who was lying on the bed last night at all, Zhao Qingquan was with him the whole time yesterday, which meant that Zhao Qingquan didn't go back to school after coming down from Hubao Mountain this morning, and he didn't know where he went.

How strange!

Jiang Xinle's first reaction was that Zhao Qingquan was beaten unconscious just like him.But after thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible. Zhao Qingquan's spells had already surpassed ordinary people, and it was impossible for ordinary people to get close to him.

So where did he go?

Jiang Xinle suddenly thought of someone—Master!

He rushed back to the Taoist temple overnight, and the Taoist temple was pitch black, not even a shadow of a ghost, everything was the same as when Jiang Xinle came back last time.Master never came back.

He went home and was ready to talk to Dad.

Dad was surprised when he heard that he still had a senior brother: "Impossible, I haven't heard the old god say it."

"Haven't you seen it once?" Jiang Xin happily asked, "What is my master's background?"

"I told you before." The old man said, "Your master cured your illness and wants to take you to practice together. We think your master has great abilities, and you will definitely not suffer from following him. But After so many years, you haven't learned much. Of course we will be a little disappointed, but your body has always been good, and we can't force anything else. By the way, what did your master teach you?"

Jiang Xinle sat across from her father, and thought about it carefully: "Does cheating count?"

Father pointed at him and scolded: "Does anyone say that about their master?"

Jiang Xinle said innocently: "What I said is the truth."

The old man hesitated for a moment, then said: "Actually, I have also heard that since seeing you, your master has never treated anyone else, and set up a fortune-telling stall at the bridgehead all day long. You can listen to fortune-telling, you can't do it all. Letter. However, I have never treated him badly over the years, so he doesn't need to cheat others. "

"Well, it's enough to cheat you as a local tyrant." Jiang Xinle joked to his father, "I also think it's quite strange, there is an extra senior brother all of a sudden."

"What kind of person is your brother?" Dad asked curiously, "Is it the same as your master?"

Jiang Xinle smiled and said, "It's not the same at all. He never tells fortunes, but he has some real skills."

Speaking of this, Jiang Xinle suddenly remembered that on the first day of school, Zhao Qingquan accepted his father's money without changing his face, which was exactly the same as his master.

"Then why do you inquire about him? If you want to know something, ask your master." The old man said.

"Don't mention him, I can't even find him now." When he mentioned Master, Jiang Xin was filled with resentment. Ever since he entered university, Master has completely ignored him.

"Call his cell phone, the latest Apple I bought for him before you went to college."

"Can't get through!"

Jiang Xinle didn't find any new news from his father, so he was a little disappointed.

He decided to go to the Taoist temple to try his luck again - it was the master who told him that Zhao Qingquan was his brother, maybe there would be some clues in the master's study.

It was already night when we returned to the Taoist temple, Jiang Xinle was lying on the bed unable to fall asleep, holding a flashlight, he went to the master's study.

The master's study room is open to him, and he can come over whenever he wants, and he can read the books as he pleases.In the past, when Jiang Xinle was bored on the mountain, she also read Master's books. After reading a few books, Jiang Xinle was not willing to come to the study.Those books looked old, and they were full of ghosts and ghosts, which were not at all the same as what Jiang Xinle learned in school.Compared with the master and the teacher at the bottom of the mountain, Jiang Xinle still believed in the teacher at the bottom of the mountain. He regarded the books in the master's study as evil books.He is a well-behaved boy who is not interested in those evil books.

However, after those nightmares and seeing Zhao Qingquan's spells, Jiang Xinle began to doubt the authenticity of the contents of the book.

Those talking animals and plants, those moving rocks and trees may really exist in this world.

That is another world, different from the world Jiang Xinle is familiar with. Ordinary people may never encounter it once in their lifetime.Even if we encounter it occasionally, it will be regarded as dizziness, just like Jiang Xinle in the past.The connection between Jiang Xinle and that world is Master and Zhao Qingquan.

Perhaps, Master is not as simple as he appears on the surface.

Jiang Xinle sat in front of the desk, looking at the moonlight outside the window, thinking about what happened recently, and began to doubt the whole world.

But why did these things happen to him?Could it be that more than ten years ago, the master showed kindness and saved his life, and then led him into this world?

The master is not a holy mother. When Jiang Xinle was with the master at the bridge, many people came to ask the master with their dying children in their arms. The master never rescued him. Why did he save him in the first place?Or is it that the master has a front and back view, and can predict that Jiang Xinle's father will become prosperous in the future, so that the master can have enough food and clothing?Or is the good luck in the family actually brought by the master?

What the truth is, probably only the master knows, but judging by the current state of the master, he doesn't intend to tell Jiang Xinle the truth at all.

Where did Master go?Jiang Xinle wouldn't believe what he said, let that national fortune-telling competition go to hell!Master was treating him like a three-year-old child and coaxing him to play!

A gust of wind blew, and the pages of the book on the table were blown. Jiang Xinle lowered his head and tried to close the book, but his eyes fell on the book, but he couldn't move it away.

There was a picture on that page. On the picture was a small man in white clothes. The small man was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. It was the first pose that Zhao Qingquan taught him that day.

At the time Jiang Xinle thought that Zhao Qingquan was coaxing him to play, but he didn't expect that there was such a trick in the book.

Zhao Qingquan didn't lie to him, he taught him seriously!

Shocked, Jiang Xinle began to flip back, more and more frightened, the contents of the book were unimaginable, in the end, not only could he fly through the clouds, but he could also change into various appearances, far beyond Jiang Xinle's comprehension. You know, it's almost the same as in the myths and legends.

Jiang Xinle closed the book, patted his beating heart, trying to calm down slowly.

Jiang Xinle was hit on the forehead by something, he covered his head, and couldn't help shouting: "Ouch!"

Lowering his head, a pine nut was spinning on the table.Jiang Xinle frowned, looked up to the window, there was a little squirrel hanging on the branch, holding a pine cone in his hand, seeing Jiang Xinle looking over, he grinned and showed his sharp teeth to pamper him .With a smile still on his face, he mercilessly threw the pine nuts in his hand at Jiang Xinle.

Jiang Xinle tilted her head to avoid the pine nut.

This annoyed the naughty squirrel, it climbed up the tree, took out pine nuts one after another from the tree hole, and bombarded Jiang Xinle one after another without interruption.

Jiang Xin couldn't escape the mortal body, so he managed to hide one, but couldn't hide from the rain of pine nuts, and was repeatedly hit.

This little squirrel was not big in size, but not weak in strength, every pine nut that fell on Jiang Xinle's body hurt like hell.Jiang Xinle lost her temper after being hit, and slammed the window shut.The rain of pine nuts hit the windows one after another, crackling.

The squirrel was also angry, and simply jumped onto the window sill with a bag of pine nuts, jumped up through the window, pointed at Jiang Xinle and cursed.

The accent and diction are exactly the same as Jiang Xinle's master.

Jiang Xinle raised his hand, signaling for peace: "Are you Master?"

"Fart, who is that old man!" The little squirrel yelled angrily, "Open the window quickly, or I'll make you look good!"

Talking squirrel?If this had happened a month ago, Jiang Xinle would have been terrified, but ever since he found out that Zhao Qingquan was his senior brother, he had experienced so many things, he had even seen a big talking snake, and a little squirrel who could talk Nothing too unusual.

"I'll open the window when you send the pine cones back." Jiang Xinle began to bargain with the little squirrel.

The little squirrel scolded: "I really learned how to behave from someone, a good child, and learned to be cunning from that old bastard."

Jiang Xinle ignored its scolding, and resolutely refused to open the window. He didn't want to be used as a tool for the little squirrel to vent. The pine cone would hurt if it hit someone. Jiang Xinle estimated that there would be a lot of bruises on his body tomorrow morning.

The little squirrel didn't show any weakness, and stared at him through the window.

Jiang Xinle poured a glass of water, took out a bag of snacks, sat down and ate slowly.

The little squirrel swallowed, chirped, and carried the bag back to the tree hole. When returning to the window sill, he spread his arms and knocked on Jiang Xinle's window, telling him to open it quickly.

Jiang Xinle opened the window, and the little squirrel jumped in immediately, squatted on the table, picked up Jiang Xinle's snacks, skillfully tore open the package, and ate on its own.

"Who are you? Why do you have the same voice as my master?" Jiang Xinle closed the window and asked the little squirrel suspiciously.

The little squirrel said carelessly: "You think I think so! The first voice I heard when I was able to speak was that old man."

"So what?" Jiang Xinle still didn't understand.

"Silly boy," the little squirrel jumped up and knocked on Jiang Xinle's forehead following Master Jiang Xinle's example, "We start from imitating when we talk about human beings. The time is running out."

"How come I haven't seen you before?"?