Picking up soap in a harmonious world

Luoxia Peak is a strange mountain in the inner sect of Wanfa Sect. It is known as a holy place for recuperation because of its abundant spiritual energy, pleasant scenery, and the climate environment is conducive to the cultivation of herbal spiritual plants.

Because of Liao Zihan's relationship, the entire Liao family moved to the foot of Luoxia Peak from the cave in the poor mountains and bad waters, so that they can enjoy this treasured place of geomantic omen.

But then again... is this potholed place really a good place for geomantic omen?

Why do these crude utensils and bare stone walls look like the cave dwellings of the legendary cavemen?

"Jun'er, as a father, there are still important matters to be dealt with. You should stay in the mansion for a while, take care of your injuries first, and don't worry about the secret realm. You must know that you can't rush to improve your cultivation base. That bastard is very talented. , and is favored by the master, it is normal that his cultivation is not as good as him, so there is no need to worry about it."

"Uh-huh."

"The other thing is that the man you brought back was a little weird. He didn't speak a word all the way, he didn't answer when asked, and he looked weird. If I didn't see that there was no evil in him, I'm afraid I would really think he was a monster. fixed."

"OK."

"...I think this person is difficult to control. I did a little testing before, but found that he has no cultivation, but the strange thing is that I can't find out what kind of spiritual root he is. His cultivation level is higher than mine, or he is just an ordinary person without spiritual roots."

"……Um"

"...But you also said that when you were fighting with someone, you sacrificed a middle-level magic weapon and hurt him who was not far away. If he didn't die, then he would definitely not be an ordinary person! To be a father is to be tall...but it's not very credible! Sigh, what is the origin of this man?"

"..."

fall!

Are you talking too much to yourself?

I haven't said a word yet!

Listening to Liao's old-fashioned accent made me feel a little bit pained. Fortunately, this level can be regarded as vernacular. I just need to listen to it a few times and get used to it. Otherwise, I can only complain that the Chinese teacher died early if I don't understand.

Seeing that I was just perfunctory, Father Liao could only let out a long sigh and walk away.

I sat on the stone bench and thought about it for a while, and finally decided to exchange feelings with Han Zhao, to improve my favorability and so on. In the end, I eliminated the hidden danger of letting the tiger go back to the mountain, but forged the tragedy of raising the tiger.

Han Cho was imprisoned next door to my cave by Father Liao, and was imprisoned by a master of the Jindan period. Anyone who is lower than Father Liao's cultivation level would find it difficult to detect the movement in the cave, let alone release him. prohibition.

Of course, I don't count.

Walking along the long and narrow passage, I soon saw Han Chou sitting quietly in the stone room.

In fact, when he first came to Luoxia Peak, Han Zhao woke up, but this guy is worthy of being a fleshy BOSS. When he opened his eyes and saw this strange world, he didn't show any doubts or surprises. He knows everything, I'm afraid I also thought this guy was just a passerby.

If he wants to pretend, then I have to pretend, but what I didn't expect is... this guy's idea is so weird, it's not good to pretend to be a dumb, even if Liao's old man bombarded him for several days , he didn't even open his mouth once.

Well, actually, I don't really want to hear him talk.

I never want to hear the sound of a sharp object scratching glass again.

... But in this way, communication will be a little difficult!

In the depths of the long and narrow passage is a stone chamber, the top of which is roughly semi-circular in shape. There are still stone fragments on the blue-gray walls. There is a seemingly uncarved natural stone bench in the middle, and there is a flat huge stone in the innermost position. , boxy, visual inspection is a bed.

And Han Cho was sitting on the stone bench in the middle.

Without the black coat, he was wearing a sky-blue Taoist robe. His face was unkempt, and his messy hair covered half of his face. From a distance, he couldn't see his facial features and expression clearly. One hand was casually placed on the table. , slender and thin, with long nails, very much like the claws of some kind of beast.

Maybe he heard my footsteps, his face turned slightly to my side.

I was startled and stopped immediately.

But that was only for a moment, and soon I calmed down, even pretending to be relaxed and smiling, and greeted the statue Jun Han Chou who seemed to be integrated with the stone bench: "Hello, son!"

Mr. Statue ignored me, and still sat there with a cold and arrogant attitude.

Although it has been several days since Han Cho was brought to Luoxia Peak by Father Liao, in fact, this is the first time that I have had face-to-face contact with him alone.

After all, this body was brought up by Father Liao himself. If I reveal too many flaws, I may attract the suspicion of seizing my body and changing my soul. I have very few conversations with Han Cho. , Acting as an echo bug repeating the last two words in a question similar to "Where do you come from, do you have a martial art?"

"My lord, I have wronged you these days..." I pretended to be ashamed and lowered my head, "My lord doesn't know something. I have been opened since I was a child, and I have a lot of research on things like five elements and gossip, crape myrtle counting, and metaphysics. A few days ago, I watched the sky at night and found that there was an emperor star in the northwest of Luoxia Peak, but I couldn't see it clearly from time to time. I turned around and did a fortune-telling. I found that the sect opened once every ten years. There will be people from other worlds appearing in Zhuxiafeng's secret realm!"

Having said that, I deliberately paused to observe Han Cho's reaction from the corner of my eye.

... Well, did you really listen to this guy? Did you listen?Why are you so calm!Could it be... Could it be... Maybe there is something wrong with my expression?

I carefully recalled the rhetoric just now, and found that the words and sentences are both beautiful and easy to understand. Could it be... Could it be... maybe Han Choo's cultural level is limited?

Thinking about it this way, I instantly understood that Han Cho lost his mother when he was about ten years old, and because of his ugly appearance and awkward personality, he was definitely not liked by others at school. I have dropped out of school, and it is really difficult for a semi-literate person to understand my celestial eyes, five elements, eight trigrams, and crape myrtle.

Alas, how could such an ugly, sickly, dirty-thinking, and illiterate person be able to make so many masters and elites submit to him?

Hypnosis can't be justified...

It can only be attributed to the aura of the protagonist, Tear Ben... Why do I not have such aura!

fall!The Lun family wants to have good looks and a good figure. They still have a bachelor’s degree in education. They usually read G books. Although they didn’t get a diploma, they have studied for a few years... Why is there no president/sovereign/major general/prince etc. Wait until this kind of person surrenders under my crotch? !

"This person from another world is you, young master. According to my deduction, the young master is the purple dragon star in the sky who has gone down to the mortal world for many calamities. He needs to reincarnate in several realms to resolve different calamities before he can return to the heaven."

When he said this, Han Zhao finally moved a little bit. He raised his head slightly, and finally met me with his downcast eyes.

I was encouraged, and continued to break down with emotion: "My original intention is to live up to the eyes of the sky. Since God let me know of your existence, son, it means that I have a relationship with you in the dark." What is involved, only by helping you through this catastrophe can you help me redeem the sins of the previous life, which can be regarded as the good fortune of this life."

Han Cho still maintained the original posture, his eyes with disheveled hair flashed an unknown light in the dim stone room, as if he was being stared at fiercely by a wild beast.

Being stared at by people like this for a long time, I feel uncomfortable all over my body, but the revolution has not yet succeeded, so I have to bite the bullet and continue: "If you don't believe me... I have nothing to say. Mr. Han let it go, the sky is big and the earth is big here, anyone is free, as long as the strength is strong, no one dares to say a word, whether it is saving lives, healing the wounded, killing people or setting fires."

I smiled and added a little more emphasis on "Mr. Han". Sure enough, Han Zhao finally took action, but... tears, I really don't want to hear this voice a second time! ! !

"Can you help me?" He said slowly, biting each word, his tone was still weird, a bit like Wai Guoren speaking Chinese.

I nodded, "Mr. Han is very talented. Because his body is the reincarnation of Zilongxing, his body is different from ordinary people. Even his hair and body fluids are different from ordinary people. Please excuse me to ask, sir, is your blood purple or blue?" color?"

Han Zhao stopped talking, his eyes filled with indifference and faint resistance.

This guy is very vigilant, and I can't achieve my goal even after trying my best...

From this point of view, making various requests in the name of helping him survive the catastrophe, such as staying away from Lu Qing and helping him find treasures, will instead arouse Han Zhao's suspicion. It seems that it is better to do things in a circular manner.

"Don't worry, I won't force you to do anything! As long as you are in need, and it doesn't involve matters that affect fortune, I will help you. It's just that you just came here from another world, and you don't know much about many things here. I understand, it’s better to live here first, and it won’t be too late to go far away after your cultivation has improved, young master.”

I stood there smiling, trying my best to pretend to be a great person, but I was so nervous that my back was sweating. If Han Zhu unexpectedly refused... I can't imagine what I would do next.

Fortunately, Han Tzu's thinking is still in the category of normal people. He knows that with his humble teleportation ability and hypnosis, he can't make a big difference in cultivation, and he may be given away by a powerful practitioner every minute, so he has no choice. I did not agree.

Tears... The revolution is a small step, we need to continue to work hard!

"This is a secret spell that I practiced when I practiced Qi at the first level. I don't know if it is applicable to Mr. Han, but you might as well give it a try." past.

After Han Cho took it, he flipped through it, his expression focused and serious, as if he didn't exist.

I twitched the corner of my mouth and couldn't help rolling my eyes.

The secrets, books, and so on in this world are all written in traditional Chinese characters, classical Chinese style, and typesetting vertically. Even though I have the memory of Liao Zijun, it is still difficult to read, not to mention that I couldn’t even understand what I said just now. illiterate Koreans.

In my opinion... this product is definitely pretending to be a wall!

I held back my smile, and said in a gentle and indifferent tone: "Then Mr. Han... Take it easy, I won't bother you—"

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted——

"What is Qi training and foundation building?" He paused, and then asked: "What are Jindan and Yuanying?"

I:……

Madan, if you want to ask, you should ask earlier!I just said so enthusiastically a lot, you didn't give any response, just touch your nose and leave, you ask so many questions again... Are you annoying?

Also, sister, can you express in sign language?

My ears are about to abort...

Although I really want to complain, but in order to brush up the damn favorability, I worked tirelessly like the Chinese teacher who died early to educate the next generation...to thrive.