Xu Xian Is Not A Sword Immortal

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Xu Xian's teeth trembled and loosened. He glanced at the dusting stick he bit and looked up at master. His eyes were full of doubts... Why are you stopping me.

Xu Xuanping took back the dust and looked painfully at the tooth marks on it: "do you really bite?"

"It can increase cultivation and longevity yuan. One bite won't die..." Xu Xian muttered.

"That's your own meat. It's useful for farting. Otherwise, the Tang monk will become an immortal if he bites himself. He also takes a farting Western Sutra."

Xu Xuanping looked at him disheartened and said, "you can only accumulate merit now, or you can use the first method to get a blessing as a teacher."

"Hey, that's the second kind." Xu Xian sighed: "I just don't know how many demons and immortals I will encounter on this road. I'm not afraid of death or pain..."

"Even if I suddenly die of unknown AOE one day, I can't give you an old-age pension..."

"I bah." Xu Xuanping chewed Zhu Guo and kicked him staggering.

Xu Xian patted the dust on his green shirt, got up and coughed: "master, if I want to accumulate merit, should I change my Taoist robe and walk more conveniently?"

"No, you don't deserve it."

"......." Xu Xian thought for two seconds and wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

Xu Xuanping looked at him unhappily and said, "thanks to you, you are still a scholar and a native of Yuhang county. Haven't you seen the book of Yuhang Zhiyi“

“？” Xu Xian couldn't help but put a question mark. Liaozhai Zhiyi has seen it. What is Yuhang Zhiyi?

Xu Xuanping shook his head with a pair of children who could not be taught. "You will know when you read it. The protagonist in that book is a plain looking little scholar, but demons and ghosts like to pinch soft persimmons, for example..."

Suddenly,

Xu Xian's face was expressionless. He wanted to vomit. He also wanted to ask who wrote the book... Is it sure that the plot is not based on his experience?

Don't say anything about copyright fees, but what do you mean by plain appearance?

Slot, are you jealous of me?

Xu Xuanping looked at him and meditated for two seconds. He coughed softly and said, "just wear scholar clothes. It's no problem."

"Ang."

"Go down the mountain and be careful to meet... Meet as many monsters as possible, but you should also distinguish them. You can't face any monsters and kill them with one sword."

"Yes, master."

Seeing Xu Xian walk to the gate, he couldn't help but probe and ask, "master, why do I have this Constitution?"

Xu Xuanping took a deep look at him and said faintly, "you are born with one less thing and one more thing. That's why you have a constitution."

"Ah?"

"If you want to know why, you might as well find out... What have you abandoned?"

Xu Xian did not know why, so he scratched his head... Full of doubts and walked down the mountain.

What did he give up?

What do you have?

Alas, master, the old Riddler... It's so annoying.

If I hadn't failed

…………

Lu Xun once said.

There is no road in the world. When more people go, it becomes a road.

For example, there are many such mountain paths near the two green mountains where Xu Xian collects herbs.

These roads were also made by the people of nearby villages who went up the mountain to hunt and collect medicine.

At this time, Xu Xian carried the medicine basket home, but when he passed Hexi village, he suddenly patted his head: "Hey, I finally remember that the fox spirit in woniu mountain is particularly dangerous... Isn't that what Wang Dazhuang in the village told me?"

"This boy is a little wilted. He knows he can enjoy it alone."

Just then.

The suona blows.

Xu Xian had goose bumps all over her body.

As we all know, when the suona is played, it is either great joy or great sorrow.

And he padded his toes and looked around and saw a house full of white notes

"Trough, Wang Dazhuang's home?"

Xu Xian was surprised. He was a crow mouth. He looked up at the setting sun and suddenly murmured, "it's not good to die when it's dark."

"Hey, isn't this Xu Shusheng? When he passed by, he just came to eat."

"Ah?" Xu Xian turned to look, but just saw Wang Dazhuang's cousin.

His family originally lives in Hedong Village. It seems that he specially rushed seven or eight miles to have a funeral banquet.

Of course, this is understandable.

In this age, if you want to eat something good, you can only try your luck at wedding and funeral banquets unless it is a special festival.

There's nothing to say at the wedding banquet. Everyone loves to go. They want to take their family with them and lead a baby bitch that can eat.

As for the funeral banquet, it must be divided among others.

Naturally, there is no such thing as a funeral banquet for those who are too poor in the village.

If the head of the family dies, it will be more difficult to live. If you don't do well, relatives and neighbors have to give relief.

of course,

This depends on the interpersonal relationship. If the relationship is bad, you may fall into a well and make your life more difficult.

But Wang Dazhuang's family has enough relatives and brothers. Obviously, he doesn't need the money.

Xu Xian refused the funeral banquet

But Wang Dazhuang's cousin was too polite. He also said that he killed a pig for the feast with sauce pig feet

Say this.

Xu Xian immediately didn't want to go.

Well, his main purpose is to find out the truth. If it is really caused by evil spirits, he might as well accumulate merit.

"Oh, isn't this Xu Shusheng? He just went home after picking medicine?"

"Yes, passing by..."

"Come on, put the medicine basket on the ground and squeeze it at our table."

"This, okay?"

"There's nothing polite about it. Besides, scholars are upright. They just come to join the fun and help Lao Wang's family go to bad luck." The villagers soon put Xu Xian on the table. The position was quite good.

"That's very kind, very kind." Xu Xian thanked her and went to the table.

In any case, he once helped write some letters and couplets with his two brushes, which is somewhat popular in the two villages.

Especially those pretty widows and little daughters-in-law with no one at home often wait for him to pass by just to see him more.

What's more, he said that it was too dangerous for him to go back at night, so he had to take him to stay at home.

Xu Xian, as a scholar, a serious gentleman, coupled with the examination and envy of many old and young men, naturally chose to refuse.

meanwhile.

They were eating here, and the suona in the yard continued to blow.

Xu Xian chewed a small pig's hoof, but his eyes looked at the center of the yard. Mrs. Wang and her son were kneeling and crying.

As for Wang Dazhuang, his father, mother, relatives and friends, they went to the banquet to entertain many neighbors and guests. Their faces were strong with a smile and their eyes were red.

"Hey, why did Wang Dazhuang die so strangely?"

"Hey, don't tell me. I saw it just now. Wang Dazhuang was a big man with tendons all over his body. Now he is only skin and bones. That's a tragedy."

"It's said not to let him go to woniu mountain. He still goes. You say he's not..." someone said and was stuffed with a piece of chicken bone left in his mouth.

When Xu Xian heard this, he asked, "lying cow mountain? Fox spirit?"

"Xu Shusheng also knows?"

Xu Xian was dumb: "I have collected herbs nearby for so many years. How can I not know these rumors."

"That's right. Have you tried many times?" Someone smiled obscene.

"Ah?"

"Ah, what? Don't say that every time you go up the mountain to collect medicine, it must be for those fox spirits."

"Besides, ask the old and young men in this village. Who hasn't tried woniu mountain?"

"Hey, hey, hey ~"

Low, obscene laughter surrounded him.

Xu Xian looked at the crowd and gradually fell into meditation.

Suddenly.

He kind of thinks he's out of tune with the perverts.