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"Hatching the gourd?" Chen Luo opened his mouth wide, looking at the ancestor of the fairy gourd.Song Tuizhi's eyes flickered blue, and several phantom images of hexagrams flashed in his pupils.Then he asked with doubts: "Old gourd, I think these little gourds have already opened up their spiritual wisdom, which is enough to transform demons."

Patriarch Xiangou sighed and nodded.

"Little Yongzi, you are right. These seven little dolls have indeed activated their spiritual intelligence, but you also know that being a monster with birds and animals is completely different from being a demon with flowers, plants and trees."

"There is no doubt that there are birds and beasts and human races, and the essence, energy, and spirit are all in place."

"As for me, Huamu belongs to the genus of flowers and trees, and I was born without the genus of spirits, only essence and energy."

"In this way, even if my Huamu becomes a demon, I can only maintain Huamu's body and cannot transform."

"Back then, the master of the old body gave the god of the old body with the rhyme of Taoism, so that the old body was able to take shape."

Saying that, the ancestor of the fairy gourd lifted the vine in his hand again, and looked at the seven little gourds with a headache: "These seven little guys have already enlightened, but"

Saying that, Patriarch Xiangou looked at Song Tuizhi: "Little Yongzi, can you try your Confucianism?"

Song Tuizhi frowned, walked up to the seven little gourds, and said a Confucian enlightenment classic, a gentle breeze rose out of thin air, wrapped around the seven little gourds, and the sound of the wind continued to be Song Tuizhi's words. The spoken scriptures kept murmuring.

But at this moment, I saw the seven little gourds swaying and colliding with each other, and occasionally there were crisp sounds from inside.

"If you don't listen, don't listen, you bastard chant the scriptures"

"Mumbling, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, I don't want to go to class mother-in-law, I don't want to go to class—"

"So sleepy, is this hypnosis again?"

Song Tuizhi's face darkened.

Thinking of him as a great Confucian with a dignified mind, he has surpassed the existence of six layers of mountains and seas, and the whole world can be regarded as the top figure. If there is a lecture, I don’t know how many mountain spirits and goblins will fight to the death for a seat to listen to the lecture. These seven little gourds actually dislike

Dead wood cannot be carved!

If it wasn't for the fairy gourd ancestor, he would have made all seven small gourds into ornaments!

The patriarch Xianhu gave a wry smile, cupped his hands to express his apology to Song Tuizhi, and then looked at Chen Luo: "That's it, I've been looking for Confucian scholars, Daoist masters, and even went to the west to meet the Buddhist sect with shame." Bodhisattva. But these seven little guys"

"Whether Buddhism, Taoism or Confucianism, they will not listen to them."

"But if you can't listen to these mantras of heaven, you won't be able to condense the charm and get rid of the shape of vegetation."

"It's really worrying my old body."

Listening to the words of the ancestor of the fairy gourd, Chen Luo knew it in his heart.

Isn't this just that parents spend a lot of money to hire professor-level tutors, but the children can't listen to a word?

Usually, the mother is kind and the son is filial, and the tutor is flying like a dog!

"Chen Xiaoyou's cultivation path is self-contained, and I just want to give it a try. Regardless of success or failure, I will give you a thank you gift. Please don't refuse Chen Xiaoyou."

The fairy gourd patriarch bowed again, Chen Luo nodded, and took the gourd vine.

"Mother-in-law, ask more questions."

"Do these little gourds have a grandfather?"

Shouyang Mountain.White Jade Palace.

Great Celestial Master Qingwei held a jade slip of letter in his hand, and frowned slightly.A piece of green grass stood on the Taoist temple, hanging down in a humane manner, gently rubbing the slight brows, exuding a fresh fragrance.

Qingwei smiled faintly, and changed her voice: "Boy!"

A crane flew into the palace, turned into an eight or nine-year-old Taoist boy, bowed to pay respects: "Yes."

"Grandma Jinchan sent a letter saying that there was a change in the restricted area of ​​Fuyun Mountain. She sent a letter to ask Tianling and Ziluo to take a look. Don't let the things over there escape."

"Yes!" Boy Baihe accepted the order, turned around and turned into a white crane again, and flew out of Baiyun Palace.

The creaking carriage was walking on the way out of the city.

Chen Luo finally decided to live in Sanxizhuang for two days.

It's not to avoid the invitations of those princes and nobles, or to find a peaceful pastoral environment for Xiao Hulu.

Chen Luo leaned on the carriage and fell into a dream

In the dream flower forest.

"Spirit of Dreamland!" Chen Luo opened his mouth and yelled, and after a while, the trees in the entire flower forest shook slightly, a gust of wind blew, and the leaves formed a human shape.

"Master, why are you calling me?"

"Let me ask you, what would happen if I remembered the stories in the previous world and said it directly?" Chen Luo asked directly.

The leaf figure was silent for a moment, then said——

"The master must understand that all the books in the Dreamland Flower Forest are in the master's mind, but they are only covered by heaven. If the master tells similar story fragments, then the entire story in the Dreamland Flower Forest will no longer exist. .”

"That is to say, the master cannot get this story from the Dreamland Flower Forest."

Chen Luo nodded. He understood the explanation. For example, in the Water Margin, he told people the part of "Wu Song fights the tiger", and the whole Water Margin would disappear in the dreamland flower forest.

"Secondly, the new story narrated by the master will not gather the spirit of the book. If the spirit of culture is not enough, it cannot be written in elegant language."

"Third, dictating stories that don't exist in this world not only consumes luck, but also requires the assistance of mortal energy."

After hearing this, Chen Luo's face darkened a little. This rule really blocked all the openings.

"Okay, got it."

Chen Luo waved his hand and woke up from the flower forest in the dream

Chen Luo opened his eyes again, looking at the colorful gourd in his hand.Those seven little gourds are about the size of a palm, and they look really exquisite and cute.

"If it weren't for the great gift from the ancestor of the fairy gourd, I wouldn't be too lazy to do this business," Chen Luo thought to himself.

The fairy gourd patriarch indeed gave a great gift, saying that as long as the seven little gourds are successfully transformed, [-]% of the gourd monsters under his tent will be given to him.

That's 10% of Hutong's shares.

Not to mention the benefits, but to say that the Minister of Military Affairs has made a lot of promises to the ancestor of the fairy gourd this time in order to have more quotas for transporting supplies.

This business can be done!

"You guys have to be obedient, after listening to my story, come out and save grandpa for me."

Chen Luo whispered, and reached out to touch the small gourd.

"Bastard, get your dirty hands off!"

"Oh, I was touched, I'm not clean anymore!"

"Tell mother-in-law to kill him!"

"Do you want to mess with us? It's a good idea!"

"Little gourd swears not to be a slave!"

Chen Luo: (￣dish￣)

Chen Luo: How about discussing it with the fourth senior brother and making them all into decorations!

When we arrived at Sanxizhuang, it was already dark.

Chen Luo carried the gourd vine and walked into the yard.After receiving the news, Zhuang Ding and the newsboys stood at the door to greet him.

Looking at the clean smiling faces, Chen Luo was overjoyed, and handed the gourd vine to Ji Zhong.

"Xiao Ji, go to the yard and get a shelf to put the gourd on the rattan." Then he looked at the many newsboys with a smile on his face, "Come on, uncle will tell you a story today."

"Uncle, what's the story? Is it the one about The Swordsman?" A little girl asked timidly.

Chen Luo touched the little girl's head: "I'll teach you another song."

"What song is it?"

"Ding dong dong dong, gourd baby"