Good news, the elder is gone

A thunderstorm knocked out all the spies and paparazzi from the gates of the great families. After two days of passionate squatting, waiting for the wind and rain and others to come, they finally tasted something wrong.

Man, seems to have left.

The brave and the timid starved to death, and the spies who were willing to give it a go bravely walked through it, but in the end there was not even a human hair except for the scorched black that was struck by the lightning.

For a while, the spies were relatively silent, and went back to each house to find their mothers, never mentioning the darkest day in the history of spies.

The leading intelligence team failed, and no one from the major sects came out to claim responsibility for the thunder disaster. For a while, the curiosity of the monks was brought to the peak. The more they didn't know, the more they wanted to know.

As long as there are monks, there are people discussing who the monks are.Some people say that he is a casual cultivator who is not born, and he is low-key and does not want to be discovered, so he left quietly, just as he came quietly.

Some people insisted that it was the elders and suzerains of the aristocratic family who crossed the catastrophe, but for the sake of the power and peace of the cultivation world, they just kept silent.

This statement is more reliable and credible than casual cultivators, but there are only so many aristocratic families who can become monks, and the elder suzerains who can become monks can be counted by hand.

The monks counted and counted, and they counted on Xue Wangliu. Only then did they realize that the fairy Xueliu of Huahanzong hadn't shown up for a long time.

For a moment, everyone was on the verge of moving, and some couldn't help but find Huahanzong disciples they knew, and wanted to inquire about the news from them, but they died laughing. The Huahanzong disciples didn't know where their fairy aunt had gone.

Like fog, cloud and wind, this woman is indeed unpredictable.

But they couldn't find Xiangu herself, which made the monks more certain that there was only one truth, and that was Xiangu Xueliu, who was silently doing something important and sneaked across the robbery alone.

Fairy Xueliu reached the Mahayana stage as early as 300 years old. Everyone thought that she would be the first monk to cross the catastrophe in the next thousand years, but she just sat on her ass and died in the Mahayana stage. It has been more than [-] years. Nothing happened.

Now that Xueliu has passed the catastrophe suddenly, coupled with the previous gossip about her cultivation, the cultivators who were discussing for a while dare not talk about her anymore, for fear that what they say today will leave tomorrow.

The main thing is that it’s fine to go alone, don’t drag the whole family together, the whole family lined up neatly to drink Mengpo soup.

Xue Wangliu was sitting at home, and his cultivation was in the sky. He was sitting under the flower shed that Nianshu built for himself, basking in the sun while watching the news from outside, his brows became more and more wrinkled.

What a mess, it's even more outrageous than being married.According to my own personality, if I really become a cultivator who crosses the catastrophe, wouldn't it be a big deal with the dragon and lion dance? My door is always open, waiting for you with open arms?

Xue Wangliu kept clicking his tongue when he saw it, causing Nianshu to sit beside him and stop turning the beads, and asked warmly, "What are you looking at, Master? Is it meaningless if you bought it?"

"No, it's the news from Hua Miaochun. Now people outside think that I'm a cultivator who crosses the robbery, so I hold back and say nothing, hey, it's just for fun." Xue Wangliu said and threw the letter paper in his hand into the stove , rolled his eyes, "Isn't this sick?"

Nianshu listened for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

"You think it's nonsense, and you don't know how they came up with it." Seeing his reaction, Xue Wangliu shrugged, leaned forward with his body propped up, and put his chin on Nianshu's shoulder and said softly: "But they With so many people, Yuguang has not been seen in the sky and on the ground, do you think it will be..."

"Could it be something?" Nian Shu asked.

"Could it be that Yuguang dug a tunnel all the way and ran away?" Xue Wangliu said, "After all, no one has been seen in the sky or on the ground, so he probably left from the ground."

Nianshu was silent for a while, then Amitabha said softly, "If the dignified monk who crossed the catastrophe turned out to be like this, then Immortal Yuguang really suffered."

He said and smiled at Xue Wangliu, "Just be careful in the direction, if you dig to the bottom of the sea, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the cultivators to escape for a while."

"That's true." Xue Wangliu laughed twice, then sighed and muttered: "Where did you go?"

Could it be that the old devil Qingtian instigated Yuguang to run wildly all the way back to his happy hometown in Qingming Mountain?

Xue Wangliu's heart trembled just as he was thinking about it, when he suddenly heard a loud cry from a goose outside the yard, full of anger and pain, which almost made him jump on the spot.

But after the divine consciousness unfolded, the extremely fast beating heart slowed down again.

"Someone is coming." Nianshu also spread out his consciousness and found someone at the gate of the yard, but he couldn't tell who it was for a while. He let go of Xue Wangliu's hand, and immediately got up and said, "Master, don't let me go!" Hurry up, I'll go out and have a look."

"Don't be nervous, it's Si Zhen who is here." Xue Wangliu asked Nianshu to go out to pick up the person first, while he got up on the armrest of the recliner to find clothes.

Because there are only Nianshu and Ding Hong in the yard, Xue Wangliu wears his middle coat as home clothes every day, and his hair is also loose. Now he is too lazy to tie his hair, but he still has to wear a coat.

He quickly found a smoky gray cassock and walked towards the gate of the courtyard. At first, he was a little worried that his aunt's image would be hindered by dressing too casually.

But when he saw Si Zhen waiting at the door, Xue Wangliu instantly felt that he was really worried about the shit.

His hair was oily and knotted, his face was covered with black dirt, his clothes were tattered and his feet were bare, a tattered cloth bag was slung over his shoulder, and he was holding a broken wooden stick in his hand.

There is only a small broken bowl, which is just enough to beg for a four-piece set.

Although Si Zhen raised insects and ran around the snowy mountains with a herb basket on her back since she was a child, she has never been in such a mess.If it wasn't for the fact that he was familiar with the spiritual power in his body, and he grinned at him and called aunt, it would be really hard for Xue Wangliu to admit that this is the fourth child he raised.

The two looked at each other, Xue Wangliu took a deep breath, and calmly asked: "Are you here to experience life, have you joined the beggar gang as a temporary worker? Is the money I gave you not enough?"

"No." Si Zhen pursed her lips, bent down and picked up a snake on the ground and stuffed it into her bag: "I felt that I was being watched after I came out of the capital, and I changed a lot of disguises along the way. He pretended to fall from the mountain again, so he lost track of him."

Nianshu stood next to Amitabha and said calmly: "It's been a hard journey, it's hard work."

Si Zhen turned to look at him, nodded after looking at him for a while, and said, "As expected of my aunt's apprentice, I haven't seen you for a few days, but I'm already an out-of-body monk like me."

"It's just that God has pity on fate." Nian Shu said.

Seeing Si Zhen's sloppy body, Xue Wangliu felt bad, and hurried out the door and said, "Come in first, let's talk, I'll let the puppet boil water for you to take a bath."

Si Zhen responded, walked two steps and then stopped, called Xue Wangliu to point to the big white goose lying on the ground beside him and said: "Auntie, this goose rushed to peck me just now, but it left by itself It fell down after a few steps, so it should be fine."

Xue Wangliu turned his head suddenly, only to see a white goose lying there, surrounded by several geese quacking, pushing it with his mouth from time to time, but the victim did not respond.

Good guy, he must be dead.

Xue Wangliu's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously said, "Si'er, this is not my goose, but the grandson of a goose hatched from eggs hatched by your uncle Hong."

Si Zhen was stunned for two seconds before he figured out the relationship, and when he heard that it was Ding Hong, he immediately became nervous: "Then, where is the Golden Crane Venerable now?"

"Ding Hong took a few geese for a walk in the mountains. By the way, I checked to see if any pigeons fell into the formation and got lost. I happened to bring them back together." Nian Shu paused, then suddenly lowered his voice and sped up his speech: "Amitabha, if you want to deal with it, you'd better hurry up."

Si Zhen and Xue Wanliu looked at each other, as long as the aunt gave a positive look, Si Zhen would stride forward to snatch the goose. The moment he touched the feather of the goose, the goose suddenly woke up, and when he saw him approaching, there was another cry of surprise. Call.

It's just that the call was a bit hoarse and strange, Si Zhen squinted her eyes and shouted, "Auntie, this goose seems to be choking on something!"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the goose's neck, causing it to shake its head down violently. The goose let out a hoarse cry and spit out a wet paper frog.

The frog also had a broken leg, but it still held its breath and jumped towards Xue Wangliu. Finally, with a "croak", it choked at Xue Wangliu's feet.

Xue Wangliu: ...

"What is this?" Si Zhen watched Xue Wangliu pick up the paper frog, frowned and asked, "Whose messenger?"

Xue Wangliu unfolded the paper frog but saw that it was blank without a word, he frowned and put the paper into his sleeve and said: "It's your uncle Nian's messenger, come in first, don't stand outside and talk .”

"Hey." Si Zhen responded, but put down the goose in his hand, he called Xue Wangliu again, pointed at the goose and said, "Auntie, this goose seems to have a crooked neck, do you want to straighten it?"

"Crooked?" Xue Wangliu turned his head to look, and found that the goose's neck was standing there with a crooked neck just like Hua Wenhua Wu, he couldn't help but clicked his tongue, looked at him and said: "Forget it, don't straighten it, don't crooked You still have breath, but when you lose your breath, that's it."

Si Zhen responded, and walked into the yard with a broken bamboo pole. Before seeing anything else, she saw a whole yard of flowers, and the shed with the hanging flowers.

He stared blankly at Xue Wangliu and asked, "Did my aunt arrange this herself?"

"No, it was arranged by Nianshu." Xue Wangliu looked at the yard and smiled, "How about it, isn't it beautiful?"

Si Zhen nodded, smiled approvingly and said, "It's really good."

"I like it too." Xue Wangliu smiled, led Si Zhen to the flower shed and sat down, ordered the puppets to boil hot water, and poured a cup of tea for Si Zhen himself.

Si Zhen sat down and began to search in her cloth bag, grabbed a snake and said, "I found the relic bone that my aunt told me to look for. It is indeed in the private vault of the mortal palace."

Xue Wangliu looked at the snake and then at him, frowned and said, "Don't tell me but the relic bone was eaten by the snake."

"No." Si Zhen smiled and tied the snake in her hand, then pulled it suddenly, the snake disappeared and a small copper box was replaced.

"The relic bone is inside."

"Excellent." Xue Wangliu clapped his hands twice, looked at Si Zhen and asked, "When did you learn this spell? Why have I never seen you use it before?"

Si Zhen smiled but asked back: "Auntie, do you know why Feng Yu put his cultivation base on the Golden Core and refused to cross the catastrophe?"

The author says:

Goose: Choked.

Si Zhen: No touching porcelain!

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