My Taoist Companion Thumb Demon

The previous two times Su Qingyun crossed the boundary wall, there were accidents.

The first time the incident happened suddenly, I don’t know if there was a teleportation formation on the ice crystal white lotus, and he, his younger brother and Helian Dan were caught in the cracks of the boundary wall. At that time, his level was low, and Helian Dan was no more It was the Demon King. Fortunately, the senior brother helped them at a critical moment, so they safely crossed to the world of witchcraft.

The second time there was Amaterasu Wan Yusuo to guide him, but because Emperor Xieguang misplaced the coordinates and was attacked by Yin Feiyuan halfway, he mistakenly broke into the Imaginary Immortal Realm, and owed karma.

All good things take time, and the group in the Immortal Realm was blessed by misfortune, and now with the guidance of Ye Lin, the distracted spirit of Zhonghua, he and his senior brother flew across the boundary wall unimpeded in a disc flying machine.

The exit of the boundary wall gradually expanded, Su Qingyun controlled the formation on the disk, and the illusory golden wings fluttered, and passed through smoothly——

"Sasha Sasha—"

When the wind blows, a row of emerald bamboos sway, looking down from the sky, it looks like a layer of green waves, endless.

Su Qingyun and Jun Xuanmo stood side by side on the disc, with their hair fluttering and their clothes fluttering, as if they were immortals.

Below is a bamboo forest in the mountains. There are no people in the square garden for hundreds of miles. The midday sun hangs above the head. The sun is scorching hot and the air is dull, which coincides with summer.

"This is the world of Taoism?" Jun Xuanmo stretched out his hand, felt the thin aura in the air, frowned and said, "The aura is so scarce, but the restriction is stronger than that in the Immortal Realm!"

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyun asked nervously, "Brother, what is the restriction? Does it affect you?"

When he was in the Immortal Realm, he didn't feel the restrictions and rules, and when he returned to this world, there was no difference.

"This world rejects anyone from the outside world. If I live for a long time, my cultivation will be exhausted. Although I have the strength to compete with the way of heaven, I can't last long. The gain outweighs the loss." Jun Xuanmo said with disgust, "The world's lord really Same as Zhonghua, annoying."

"Then what should I do?" Su Qingyun asked anxiously.

"The old way." Jun Xuanmo hugged Su Qingyun quickly, took off the masks on each other's faces, and bowed his head to kiss his pink lips.

"Huh?" Being kissed suddenly, Su Qingyun opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Jun Xuanmo took his lips and sucked a few mouthfuls, his purple eyes were half drooped, looking at him from a close distance, there seemed to be a little bit of starlight jumping in them.Feeling the intimacy on her lips, Su Qingyun slowly reached out to hug him, sticking to him tightly, stood on tiptoes, and kissed him with her eyes closed.

Jun Xuanmo's heart moved, and the kiss deepened.

After a while, Su Qingyun was so emotionally kissed that he couldn't bear to push him, but Jun Xuan Mofang reluctantly let him go, licking his wet lips with his tongue, still wanting more.

Su Qingyun panted slightly, grabbed Jun Xuanmo's lapel, and regained his reason.

"Senior brother...what is the old method...?" he asked.

Jun Xuanmo stared at his flushed cheeks, raised the corners of his mouth, lowered his head and put his head close to his ear, and said, "You and I haven't cultivated together for a long time because of that kid Ye Lin's affairs, why don't we go back to the Heavenly Palace first..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Qingyun had already stretched out his hand to grab his hair, Jun Xuanmo felt the pain, raised his head, half closed one eye, pretending to beg for mercy. "Brother, please be merciful."

Su Qingyun let go of his hair, turned around and touched his slightly red and swollen lips. "I must first confirm that this is the Taoist world... No, I need to confirm whether this is the small world where I was born."

Jun Xuanmo hugged him from behind, buried his face in his neck, and rubbed against him. "It depends on you."

Su Qingyun turned his head sideways, and kissed his forehead seemingly without a trace. Jun Xuanmo hugged him tightly, and suddenly disappeared.

"Huh? Brother?" Su Qingyun turned his head in surprise.

"Here." A childish voice sounded, and I saw a small puppet stuck to Su Qingyun's hair, and the puppet jumped slightly to his shoulder.

With a bulging face, Jun Xuanmo said: "The laws of this world obliterate all foreign monks, and the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the lethality. I can avoid the laws by becoming like this."

Su Qingyun rubbed his little face with his finger, and said gently: "Senior brother, I have wronged you."

Jun Xuanmo hugged his fingers, opened his mouth to bite, and ground his teeth. "Then what do you think of my proposal just now?"

"...Let's talk about it when it gets dark." Su Qingyun's ears turned red, he withdrew his fingers, and drove the disc to fly south.

When Jun Xuanmo achieved his goal, he grinned his mouth and beamed with joy.

Su Qingyun is now in the state of concentration, and Yuanpan can be controlled with ease.Half an hour later, he flew out of the mountain forest and landed near a mountain village. He put away the disc, stroked the belt of the Tianyu Zhenlin robe with his fingers, poured in the mysterious aura to activate the rune formation, and the gorgeous and delicate Zhupao instantly became Taking off the bamboo moonlight scribe robe, and flicking the sleeve robe, he walked along the mountain path to the village.

Jun Xuanmo hid it in his collar, and the magic consciousness had already spread over. There were several families living in the village, and the investigation was clear.

but--

"Junior Brother, do all the mortals in your hometown have to be ordained?" He asked.

"Huh?" Su Qingyun stopped and stood under a huge banyan tree. He looked up and saw two young men fetching water from the well at the entrance of the village without any need for consciousness.

A patched gray gown, a half-bald head, and a long braid hanging from the back of the head, such an attire is very strange.

Parents who suffer from body, hair and skin, these villagers are not monks in the temple, why did they shave most of their hair?

Could it be... isn't this place the Daoist world, or rather, isn't it his hometown?

Su Qingyun moved his ears and listened carefully to the conversation between the two young people. The familiar language penetrated into his ears, and he was a little relieved.

After finishing his clothes, he stepped on the weeds and walked to the well.

The two young men fetching water were chatting vigorously when they suddenly heard a gentle voice.

"Two strong men, can you interrupt one or two?"

The young man carrying the bucket was startled and almost spilled water all over his body. He frowned, turned his head and said angrily, "Who are you..."

He suddenly widened his eyes and stared at the scribe in front of him. When he let go of his hand, the bucket fell down.

"Dawei! Be careful—" Another youth shouted.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Su Qingyun bent down to pick up the bucket that was about to fall, and gently put the bucket aside under the surprised stares of the two young men.

"Is it okay?" he asked.

The young man named Dawei nodded his head blankly, staring at this handsome and flawless scribe with glowing eyes.

"First... Sir, what... What advice do you have?" He rubbed his hands and asked cautiously.

Su Qingyun said: "Xiaosheng is traveling and passed by this village. I want to ask where this place is. I wonder if the two strong men can help Xiaosheng clear up his doubts?"

Dawei swallowed his saliva, and said with a smirk: "We are Lingkun Village, sir, but I don't ask questions, and I know everything, and I can't stop talking."

"Thank you." Su Qingyun said, "Which prefecture does Lingkun Village belong to?"

"Of course it's Suzhou Mansion." The young man beside Dawei rushed to answer. He had a small beard on his chin, and when he spoke, the mustache trembled. "Sir, do you want to go to town? Go southeast for ten miles, and you will arrive at Suzhou City."

Su Qingyun was completely relieved when he heard the familiar place name, he raised his hands and clasped his fists. "Thank you two strong men."

Seeing how polite he was, the two young men hurriedly bowed in fright. "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be!"

They are just untouchables in a small mountain village, how dare this gentleman salute them?

Su Qingyun didn't stay any longer, and walked southeast in the direction they pointed.

The two young men stood by the well, staring at his leaving back with bewilderment, and murmured. "I have grown up so much, and I have never seen such a handsome person. Even the second son of Li Yuanwai's family in the town is not one-tenth of this gentleman."

"Why only one-tenth? The appearance of Mr. Li is very different from that of this gentleman!"

"But..." The young man named Dawei scratched his half-shaven head, and said in confusion, "Ale, do you think it's strange, why didn't this gentleman shave his head?"

Ale slapped his thigh violently. "I said it's weird, yes, why can he grow his hair?"

Isn't it?The scribe tied his hair in a bun, inserted a valuable jade hairpin, and loosened the lower half of his hair behind him. The scholar's robe against the bamboo and moonlight was like a fairy in a painting.

Since the Tatars entered the customs, all Han people had to shave their hair, and if they didn't shave, they would be beheaded. Only Taoists could grow their hair.

Unable to understand, the two sighed a few words, picked up the bucket and returned home.

Although Su Qingyun walked far away, his spiritual consciousness stayed by the well, and he frowned when he heard the tartars entering the pass.

"What?" As an outsider, Jun Xuanmo didn't hear anything strange.

Away from the mountain village, Su Qingyun stood in front of a river, looked at the fish in the water, and said in a deep voice: "The Tartars they talk about are the young people in the north. Before I left, those young people had been harassing me towards the border. Now more than 100 years have passed, and they have actually entered the customs.”

"Oh?" Jun Xuanmo sat on his shoulder and touched his chin. "Aren't these Tartars like barbarians in the world of witchcraft?"

Su Qingyun shook his head and said: "This world is dominated by mortals, monks are rare, even if there are, most of them live in seclusion in the mountains, unknown. I grew up to 20 years old, and I have never seen a god. Brother is the first one I met. . . . a monk."

Jun Xuanmo had already felt it.Although the realm of cultivation is the most inclusive realm, such as demon cultivators, spiritual cultivators, ghost cultivators, and Taoist cultivators can all coexist harmoniously, but the thinner the aura is, the less suitable it is for cultivation. Therefore, it is understandable that mortals dominate.

Sighing, Su Qingyun said: "Fortunately, I know the direction, and I can go home too."

It has been more than 160 years since he left the world of Taoist cultivators. Things have changed and people have changed. I don't know if his home in Lingxi City is still there?Are the other brothers still in the Purple Spirit Temple?Has big brother come back yet?

Eager to go home, Su Qingyun followed the direction and walked towards Lingxi City.

In no man's land, he flew with his sword, and when he arrived in the town, he put on a bamboo hat to cover his hair.However, his appearance still attracts attention. From time to time, someone would stare at him in a daze. Jun Xuanmo's puffy face, with his head resting on his collar, glared at those people.After many times, Su Qingyun changed into a set of Taoist priest's clothes in a deserted forest.

Jun Xuanmo was hanging in the air, staring at the rough Taoist robe on him, and asked: "Where did you get this clothes, Junior Brother? It's so worn out!"

Su Qingyun fastened her belt, then combed all her hair up, and tied it tightly with a hair tie.

"Brother, did you forget? When I met you, I was wearing this suit." He smiled.

Jun Xuanmo raised his eyebrows. "You didn't throw it away?"

He remembered that at that time he had become smaller and couldn't wear the Tianyu True Lin Robe, so he asked his junior brother to wear it.The younger brother changed from the rough monk's uniform to a gorgeous robe, and instantly changed from a poor boy to a nobleman.He thought that his junior brother had already lost this coarse cloth, but he still kept it?

"Keep this Taoist robe to remind myself." Su Qingyun said. "Cultivation has no time. I am afraid that after a long time, I will forget my origin."

"Origin?" Jun Xuanmo's purple eyes flashed a gleam, and he said, "Master, don't you think that being born in this world, the source is here?"

Su Qingyun asked: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not." Jun Xuanmo said, "Everyone has past lives, who knows which world your soul came from before you were born?"

Su Qingyun stared at the river and pondered for a moment, then said, "Like Ye Lin?"

Ye Lin is Chonghua's distraction, and Chonghua is the god of the Haotian Realm, but he reincarnated his distraction into the Immortal Realm.

"It's the same with minor differences. However, not all gods have the leisurely mind to use distraction to reincarnate." Jun Xuanmo said.

Su Qingyun turned his head, looked at him, and said, "Could it be that I was reincarnated by some god?"

Jun Xuanmo waved his little hand and said, "It's not like that."

"Then what will my previous life be like?" Su Qingyun continued walking indifferently.He had to find a town to sleep in before the sun went down.

"Maybe it's a mortal from another realm." Jun Xuanmo stood on his shoulder, unable to pull out a strand of hair, he could only burrow into his collar.

Su Qingyun snorted and didn't discuss this issue further.

Before dark, he walked to a town. After changing into this Taoist uniform, he finally stopped attracting attention.It seems that this dynasty is still tolerant of monks.

He took a piece of medium-grade Wu Lingshi that was as small and clear as jade, exchanged a few copper coins at the pawnshop, found an inn, and asked for an ordinary room.

He has to go back to the Heavenly Palace as soon as possible, if he doesn't go back, the demon cultivator and the immortal cultivator will have a quarrel and blow up his central palace.