The fairy tale life of modern cultivators

?Chapter 30

Of course Jiang Xinle had to go.

He used to be rarely at home during the winter vacation, and basically spent time with his master in the Taoist temple, and his parents are used to it.Jiang Xinle stayed at home for a day and a night before going to the Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple was different from the last time he went, it had been redecorated, and the exaggerated style of local tyrants was incompatible with a place like Taoist temple.

The master was not in the Taoist temple, only Zhao Qingquan was there, and he was not surprised to see Jiang Xinle coming, as if he knew that Jiang Xinle would definitely follow.

Jiang Xinle secretly went to look for the little squirrel. The little squirrel was a lot fatter than in autumn. He squatted on a tree and talked to Jiang Xinle condescendingly. His voice was much quieter, and he was not as arrogant as last time.

"Your master only lived there for two days, and then your father brought a decorator to redecorate it. I like this style very much." The little squirrel looked around, as if wary of something, "Your master has not come back after the renovation. This guy came in yesterday, and he died fiercely."

"Have you met him before?" Jiang Xinle asked.

The little squirrel shook his head again and again: "Fortunately, I have never seen him before, otherwise I would not be able to live now. Does he have a problem with us goblins? He showed his hand first when he came here, and I was scared out of my courage."

Jiang Xinle was amused, and asked, "What happened to you?"

"Indiscriminate attack." The little squirrel said fearfully, "After the attack is over, let him know that he will live here for a while, so let us all be honest and don't cause trouble for him."

These words are like Zhao Qingquan's tone.

The little squirrel continued: "Is he really a fairy? He looks even more fierce than a bandit."

"What! Is he a god?" Jiang Xinle felt that the little squirrel was joking, "He is my master's apprentice, and my master is a practitioner. Although I heard you say that he is a god, he is still a human being. How can senior brother be a god? If he is an immortal, why should he learn from my master? You said last time that an immortal is the highest level of existence."

The little squirrel scratched his head, and asked with some uncertainty, "Have you known him for a long time?"

Jiang Xinle nodded firmly: "For many years, he is a mortal."

"Impossible!" After listening to Jiang Xinle's words, the little squirrel said to himself, "Look at him, he is so powerful, he is not human! But what you said makes sense, what is going on? Could it be that someone has already cultivated? Is it as powerful as a god?"

Jiang Xin was delighted to see that it was already dark, so he waved goodbye to the little squirrel.The little squirrel was still immersed in thinking and ignored him.

Jiang Xinle practiced regardless of day or night. Zhao Qingquan would come to see him twice a day, sometimes he would give him a few words of guidance, and sometimes he would leave without saying anything.

After a week like this, the bunch of pine cones in front of Jiang Xinle suddenly moved.

The movement was very small, if Jiang Xinle hadn't focused on the bunch of pine cones, he would have missed it.

This is moving objects—the first step in practice, and it is also the most basic. Only when you can move objects can you officially step into the door of practice.

When Jiang Xinle saw Yiwu in the book, he thought it was unbelievable, it was too idealistic, and it was completely different from what he had read since childhood.He just had the attitude of giving it a try, and tried with [-] points of effort. He didn't expect to reach the step of moving things so soon!

Could it be that the master and senior brother have misjudged him, but he is actually a genius in cultivation?

Jiang Xinle was silly for a while, and tried to move the object again, this time the pinecone moved a little more than before!

Oh yeah!Jiang Xinle jumped up from the bed, picked up the pine cones and went to find Zhao Qingquan.

Zhao Qingquan was sitting cross-legged practicing.

"Brother, I can move objects!" Jiang Xinle held up a pine cone and showed off to Zhao Qingquan, "It just moved a little bit! It really moved, I tried it twice!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Xinle put the pine cone in front of Zhao Qingquan, and moved the pine cone again: "How about it, see it!"

Jiang Xinle picked up the pine cone and shook it in front of Zhao Qingquan's eyes, then turned to the back of Zhao Qingquan, shook it behind his head a few times, and turned to his left side a few times, just like the master did with others: "Senior brother, I have learned to move objects in such a short period of time, isn't it unusual?"

Zhao Qingquan raised his eyes and glanced at him: "It's very unusual..."

Jiang Xinle took the words: "I knew it was unusual."

Jiang Xinle bent down and lowered his head, leaning in front of Zhao Qingquan: "Senior brother, you said that I have poor qualifications, did you deliberately hit me?"

The distance was too close, and they could hear each other's breathing. After Jiang Xinle said this, her face suddenly turned red.He rubbed his nose, straightened up, and took two steps back, not daring to look at Zhao Qingquan again.

Zhao Qingquan turned his head away, not looking at Jiang Xinle.

There was silence.

It was Jiang Xinle who couldn't bear the embarrassing atmosphere, and coughed dryly: "Brother, I have been cooking for the past few days, and I haven't done anything delicious. Let's go down the mountain for dinner tonight, and I invite you."

Zhao Qingquan didn't plan to say what he hadn't finished just now, so he nodded and agreed to Jiang Xinle.

In the small town at the foot of the Taoist temple, Jiang Xinle chose the cleanest restaurant. When he lived in the Taoist temple with his master, the master often sent him to this restaurant to pack food.

Jiang Xinle knew that Zhao Qingquan liked to be quiet, so he asked for a private room, and the two of them ordered a few dishes and had a quiet meal.

After paying the bill, the two were just about to leave when three people walked in the door——He Dacheng, Xue Yubing and another man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

Jiang Xinle was surprised.

Xue Yubing came over with a smile, patted his arm, and said happily, "What a coincidence! Why are you here?"

"I..., that I...," Jiang Xinle didn't know how to explain to Xue Yubing, and looked at Zhao Qingquan unnaturally, "I..."

"Let's come here for dinner." Zhao Qingquan cast a cold glance at Xue Yubing, his eyes fell on the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, frowned, and pulled Jiang Xinle, "Let's go back."

"Call me when you're free." Xue Yubing smiled and gestured, and waved goodbye to Jiang Xinle.

On the way back, the two had their own concerns and had nothing to say along the way.

Halfway up the mountain, more than a dozen men in black jumped out from the side of the road, and quickly surrounded Jiang Xinle and Zhao Qingquan.

"You..." Jiang Xinle has walked this road countless times, and it is only ten minutes away from the village. When Master was there, people from all over the world would often come to the Taoist temple through this road. It is not considered a remote road. , who had never been robbed before, he was surprised and said,

"I'm the apprentice of the teacher's father in the Taoist temple on the mountain. What do you want to do?"

Those people ignored him.

Zhao Qingquan pulled Jiang Xinle to his side and whispered, "Don't move."

As soon as the words fell, those people started to move, as fast as lightning, attacking Jiang Xinle and Zhao Qingquan with various moves.

Jiang Xinle was dazzled. Zhao Qingquan beside him was also very fast and never left his side.

But within a few minutes, the battle was over. Some of those people were lying on the ground, and some were beaten far away by Zhao Qingquan, and they had no ability to attack.

Zhao Qingquan snorted coldly, and pulled Jiang Xinle forward.

"Who are those people?" Although Jiang Xinle couldn't see where those people came from, he felt that Zhao Qingquan's fight with those people just now was not an ordinary trick, it was a bit like a spell written in a book. He felt that those were not ordinary tricks. people.

"A group of young people." Zhao Qingquan said very unhappy, "Go back to bed and get up early tomorrow for training."

Since Zhao Qingquan didn't want to say anything, Jiang Xinle had nothing to do with him. After returning home, he closed the door and practiced for a while, enjoying the joy of moving objects. He didn't go to sleep until twelve o'clock.

A burst of bird chirping pierced the silent night, Jiang Xin turned over dissatisfied, hugged the pillow and continued to sleep.

Zhao Qingquan got up, opened the window, and flew out of the Taoist temple.

A thin black figure stood outside the Taoist temple, saw Zhao Qingquan flying out, sneered, and followed Zhao Qingquan out.

After flying for more than 20 miles, Zhao Qingquan stopped at the top of a mountain, turned his back to the man, and said coldly: "Do it!"

That thin figure was the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks that he met in the restaurant. He said with a vicious smile, "I never thought that I could meet gods in the mortal world. How about it? I heard that the gods will lose their skills when they come to the mortal world." Half, the old man really wants to try."

"You talk too much nonsense!" Zhao Qingquan swung a long sword and flew towards the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

Zhao Qingquan was approaching menacingly, the man did not retreat slowly, dodging Zhao Qingquan's blow, and at the same time sacrificed a pair of white hook claws, which glowed blue in the moonlight, it looked like something that had been soaked in poison. enough.

When Zhao Qingquan saw this thing, his face was full of disgust, and his moves were merciless.

The man dodged left and right, his speed was not uncommon, but Zhao Qingquan was faster when he couldn't hold back, but after a cup of tea, the man gradually couldn't hold on, his figure was slow, his forehead was sweating, and he was about to hold on Can't stop.

Zhao Qingquan still waved the sword calmly, unrestrained and elegant, with a good-looking figure and uncluttered moves, even faster than at the beginning.

The man's gloomy eyes showed a fierce light, his figure slowed down, and Zhao Qingquan's sword was just delivered, piercing his shoulder.

The man screamed strangely, his voice was shrill, and it sounded particularly penetrating.

Zhao Qingquan pointed his sword down, and said without any emotion: "For the sake of your thousands of years of cultivation, I will spare your life."

The man sneered, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Zhao Qingquan swung his sword to block it, and retreated again and again, but luckily it didn't stick to his body. When he looked again, the man had disappeared.

"Let's do it for ourselves!" Zhao Qingquan whispered, put away his sword and returned to the Taoist temple.

The enchantment he set up was still there when he left. Standing in front of Jiang Xinle's window, he saw that Jiang Xinle was sleeping soundly and was not affected by it, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.