I Signed In For a Thousand Years, I Just Want To Get Away From the World

　　 It's cold.

　　The old way is only returning halfway through, and after a short rest, he once again lifted his sword down the mountain.

　　 And how many demons he has cut down under the mountain, and how much suffering he has experienced, he never tells others.

　　 Cut the demon less can't say it?

　　 This is absolutely impossible.

　　Because, Tai Chi Palace is largely supported by the palm teacher.

　　 Although the old Dao is a sword repair, it is a legend in the sword repair, and also a legend of the older generation in Daoxiang.

　　 Although the eight generations of disciples know very little about him, they have heard of him more or less.

　　 Generally speaking, this old man often goes deep into the demon realm with one sword and one sword.

　　 God and man are ineffective, nameless.

　　 Kill a person in ten steps, do not stay for a thousand miles, and go with the clothes when things happen. Where does it take any fame?

　　 Qiantang Demon Disaster, how can the old way sit in Wudang Mountain before it is over?

　　 Is it not the fate of the Taoist priest to descend in troubled times?

　　 On the other side, Zhenren Peng didn't accept Xia Ji as an apprentice, and he didn't care.

　　 And after this incident was spread out, the Wudang Junior Master was clearly labeled with a "respect for affection and justice".

　　 Secretly, but I don't know how many people say he is stupid.

　　Xuan Sugong, a real person of the plain female faction who wants to accept him as a disciple and save his life, but he just ignores him in vain just not to leave Wudang. Isn't this stupid?

　　 Which man doesn't want to be respectful of ninety-nine beautiful and beautiful wives?

　　Which man doesn't want to lose his teeth and regenerate, is white and black, and youthful?

　　 But when such an opportunity was placed in front of the Wudang Junior Master Uncle, he actually refused.

　　 How stupid a person would do this?

　　 Xia Ji returned his purse one by one to his nephew and Taoist aunts, ninety taels of silver, not less than one or two.

　　 And the teachers, nephews and Taoist aunts also know what happened to this little uncle, and they all know that from now on he can no longer practice, and they even know that he may even die because of the demon fire in his body.

　　So, the little Taoists all sympathized with the little uncle.

　　 But no one mentions Daolu anymore.

　　 Xiao Shishu, there is no future, and they can no longer become the object of their "indestructible yin and yang".

　　...

　　...

　　 Summer bliss is pure.

　　 The plan of demon-burning body was thought of by him, but he didn't expect it to be so effective.

　　 He can already control those purple fires well and make the illusion of "blocking in the meridians". Although it is not too easy, it is not difficult.

　　 It was just something he didn't expect. This was clearly the purple fire of the Dao Sect Flame. It had deceived so many people and made them really think it was a demon fire... It's really, too uncountable.

　　 The flames produced by Ohichi Zhenyuan are the sun's blazing fire. How could it be magic fire?

　　 For others, traveling down the mountain is a must.

　　Because, traveling down the mountain can accomplish them.

　　 Then, receiving the 箓 is to go further.

　　 But for Xia Ji, the best way to grow up is to stay on Wudang Mountain all the time, sign in with peace of mind, develop with peace of mind, and quietly spy on the mysteries of this world, instead of being spied by the "mysteries" of this world.

　　 Then, why does he have to go for a fish because of a tree, and abandon the last for the last, and have to go out of the mountains?

　　 Speaking of it, I deceived Master and Senior Sister.

　　 But... if he can grow better, wouldn't he be able to shelter the entire Wudang Mountain?

　　 is just in the dark.

　　......

　　 Everything seems to have settled.

　　 Frost leaves and dead grass, rustling mountain breeze.

　　 Since Xia Ji decided to stay in Wudang Mountain, he went directly to the first floor of the Lock Demon Tower and led out the little civet cat demon—Azi.

　　 Then, with the special talisman in the mountain gate, he accepted Azi as the little demon who signed a contract with him.

　　 From now on, he will be the master, and Azi will be the little demon slave who "work hard without complaining".

　　 Azi was still basking in the sun on the first floor of the lock demon tower and was taken away.

　　 And once a contract is concluded with a Taoist priest, the monster does not need to lock the monster tower again.

　　 So, Zi is still very happy.

　　 can lie on the mountain, who wants to lie back in the lock demon tower?

　　 "Master, didn't you say that I'm still young?" Azi jumped and happily followed behind the little Taoist priest in white robe, asking questions in a crisp voice like a sparrow.

　　 "It's nothing to be smaller."

"Eh?"

　　 "It's good to be able."

"Oh."

　　 Azi answered in a daze, but suddenly he was struck by lightning...

and many more!

What does 　　能干 mean?

　　 Her big eyes were grunting, her purple clothes were floating, and she was just a little civet cat who had just transformed into form. Although she was cursed with blood, she still couldn't understand how terrifying the "blood curse" was.

　　 Suddenly, she felt a hand grab her.

　　 "Ah~~Master~~~" Azi's eyes were confused.

　　 Then, she felt her fate's neck pinched.

　　 She calmed down as if she had been acupuncture.

　　 Xia Jidao: "Change back to a little civet cat."

　　 "Oh~"

　　 Azi obediently changes his body shape, transforming into a cute little civet cat.

Xia Ji casually threw the little civet cat on his left shoulder, walked to the side of a tree not far away, rolled up his sleeves, rolled up his pants, and a wooden barrel under the tree, as well as a fishing rod, and then went to the distant mountain lake. go.

　　 An unknown folk song was humming in his mouth.

　　 On the jewel-like blue sky, white clouds floated leisurely.

　　 The mountain breeze in late autumn is not so indifferent, not so sad, not so sad at noon.

　　 When the wind blows, the mountains and forests make a rattling sound, and everything rises up, like a natural ensemble of piano and flute.

　　 The snake-like trail stretches into the distance. UU reading www.uukａnshu.com

　　The young man walking on the trail, the shadow of the wandering tree cast copper coins-sized light spots on his body, white robe, and hair.

　　 came to the lake.

　　 Xia Ji placed the fishing rod, touched Azi's head back with his hand, and then pointed to the tip of the fishing rod.

　　 Azi:? ? ?

　　 Xia Jidao: "Azi, listen to me, it's time to show off your talents, please don't let the master down."

　　 Azi got it...

　　 immediately ran down the fishing rod to the top of the fishing rod.

　　 Xia Ji sat under the tree, stretched out her long legs in the most comfortable posture, pressed against the dead grass warmed by the sun, and then threw the fishing rod out.

　　 For him, multiple civet cats on the fishing rod are like weightless, and it doesn't affect it at all.

　　 It was Azi flying up, and she was relieved until the fishing rod settled.

　　Four short legs hugged the fishing rod tightly,

　　 Then he lowered his tail obediently.

　　啵~~~

　　 Nagao pierced the sky in the water.

　　 The wind and clouds were messed up, and the sun was broken.

　　 Between the water waves, ripples rippling like pieces of golden scales, like a golden dragon hiding here.

　　 Xia Ji yawned, closed her eyes, and only heard the sound of "patter" in her ears.

　　 It was the sound of fish being thrown onto the grass one after another.

　　 only occasionally heard a hollow sound of "puff".

　　 That is the sound of a fish hitting the bucket.

　　 "It seems that Zi's hit rate needs to be improved~~" he thought in his heart.

　　 Before I knew it, the feeling of taking a nap came.

　　 He is leaning against the big tree and his mature fishing rod is fishing by himself.

　　It’s such a good day.