Chapter 250 Hu Xiaochan

"Tsk tsk tsk, the people in this peaceful and prosperous world are kind, and the city of Bingzhou is really prosperous. Seeing that this is so generous, the poor road never expected to win so many silver taels."

Anyang watched him carefully put the money into the box, and couldn't help asking, "Is Daochang Li really short of money?"

"Since you and I are both cultivators, you don't need to be called a daoist. I'm not a daoist, I just know a little trick." Li Changsheng waved his hand, "A cultivator shouldn't be greedy for money, but why is the poor Taoist looking for him when he's old? A place to live, people who practice Taoism are also human, so Pindao took a fancy to the prosperity of this Bingzhou City. It happened that there was an abandoned Taoist temple outside the city. Pindao thought about repairing it, and it could also be used as a dojo, but in the first half of his life They are all wandering around the world, where does the money come from, and this is the last resort, but it makes friends laugh."

"Where and where, when walking in the rivers and lakes, everyone has a time when they are short of money." Anyang waved his hand, secretly wrote down the gym outside the city, and looked at the money in the box, "But fellow Daoist, this money If you want to repair a gymnasium, I'm afraid it's still a bit lacking, right?"

Li Changsheng said helplessly: "It's not enough if it's not enough. Looking at these money, the life savings of an ordinary family is far less than that. The poor road only wants a place that can shelter from the wind and rain, and it will be enough."

Anyang nodded, thinking that this Taoist priest is also open-minded, and suddenly asked: "Dare to ask friend, how did you find out that I am a Taoist?"

Li Changsheng laughed a few times, and said, "I see that the Daoist friend is dressed in normal clothes, but his eyebrows are extraordinary, and his bearing is far beyond the reach of people. This alone is enough to make fellow daoists stand out from the crowd, plus the looming mana fluctuations on fellow daoists have not subsided, and poor Daoists are not blind, how can they not see it?"

It was only then that Anyang suddenly realized, and then he cupped his hands and said, "Ashamed and ashamed, it's not that I didn't restrain myself, but I don't know how to restrain myself. I also asked the Taoist priest for advice!"

Li Changsheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at him carefully: "Won't you restrain?"

Anyang nodded: "The person who taught me only gave me a method of breathing, but did not teach me how to use it."

Li Changsheng suddenly realized: "So it is, I also said that the mana on your body is upright and upright, powerful and heavy, and at first glance, it is from a famous school, I am afraid that your cultivation is higher than the poor road, how can you not restrain, it seems that you taught you to vomit at the beginning. The masters of the method of accepting only hope that you can use this to strengthen your body and prolong your life, no matter what, anyway, the method of restraint is very simple, and the poor man just knows a thing or two, so I will teach you."

Under the elm tree, a Taoist and a scholar sat together, not knowing what to say.

When he touched a small half of the incense stick, Anyang completely figured out how to hide it. Sure enough, as Li Changsheng said, this method of restraint is very simple. Even without Li Changsheng's guidance, he can figure it out by himself, but there are no cultivators in the world he has experienced before. , Naturally, no one can see that he is practicing Kunlun Jue, so there is no need to restrain his qi.

"Okay, fellow Daoists have also learned it. Pindao should leave. Ten miles west of the city is the abandoned Taoist temple that Pindao said. Daoist friends are welcome to visit in the future."

"Thank you, Daoist Li, and please walk slowly."

Seeing the Taoist leave with the box in one hand and the Taoist priest in the other, he looked helpless.

Originally, he had the idea of ​​directly using force to threaten Li Changsheng to hand over his spells, but he knew nothing about the cultivators in this world, and he was afraid of accidents. So out of fear, he chose to test it out first, but this test caused a big problem. How did he know that this man was so good at talking, and he taught him the art of restraint without saying a word.

Now the two of them have more or less friendship, but how can you tell him to start!

Fortunately, the ratio of time between this world and the real world is larger than that of Parlance. He can't be in a hurry, and he can stay for a few more months if a year is not enough.

The Taoist gradually walked away, Anyang tried the technique of restraint, and soon became familiar with it. This small method is also very practical, just like holding his breath.

The only disadvantage is that this qi cannot be held back at any time. When encountering a cultivator with outstanding sensitivity, he may be discovered before he has time to restrain his breath, but the solution is not without it. By accumulating day after day, year after year, these small measures are turned into instincts, and the deliberate holding of breath is turned into breathing and heartbeat, so there is no need to deliberately run.

Naturally he doesn't have the time to break in, but he has other means.

"Seventeen, establish a model to control the operation of the convergence technique at any time."

"The model is under construction. The estimated completion time is ten minutes."

Seventeen, he got the name for the biological auxiliary chip, or the intelligent system on the chip, and the acquisition was also very casual. With a glance, the two numbers he touched became its name.

After ten minutes, everything was resolved.

As dusk falls, the golden-red light is sprinkled on the surface of the Qingyue River, reflecting the colorful shadows. When the wind blows, it is wrinkled into small spots of light. The men and women who are walking by the river and enjoying the scenery have returned home, and the awning boat is in the boathouse. It started slowly under the bamboo penny, and pulled out a long wave trace on the river.

Anyang walked back to the dilapidated home in this world. The old man had already prepared the meal. It was still green vegetables with no salty taste. The bowl of rice was full of sweet potatoes, but there were more chopsticks than expected.

He put something on the table and asked suspiciously, "Why, there is a guest today?"

The old man was slightly hunched and wrinkled, but he said with a smile, "What did you buy again, I don't know what happened to you these days, you always come back from shopping!"

Anyang untied the rope and flipped open the thick yellow paper, and said, "I sold another poem today and made a lot of money. Don't go to the tea shop. Get something good to eat every day."

"How can this be possible? How many poems can you sell? It's better to save your fame. It's going to be autumn next year, so you can't prepare well!" Looking at a finely chopped roast chicken wrapped in yellow paper, his face gradually became stiff, "Why are you so wasteful again, tell me, what poems are you selling today?"

Anyang responded casually: "In the sunrise, the flowers are more red than fire, and in spring the river is as green as blue."

The old man immediately praised: "Good poetry, good poetry, promising, promising!"

Anyang glanced at him. The old man was also a businessman when he was young, and he could recognize the words, but if he really wanted to tell him which poems are good or bad, it is estimated that his only recourse is whether they sound good or not.

At this time, a small head the size of a palm protruded from the door of the back room, and when he saw him, he shrank back, but Anyang keenly discovered: "Who is this?"

The old man glanced behind him, walked over a few steps, and pulled out a little girl of six or seven years old. She was wearing luxurious and bright clothes, but it was dirty. Afraid of life, he lowered his head and didn't speak, and he didn't dare to look up. He just glanced at the roast chicken on the table when he smelled the fragrance, but he was also cautious.

"I found a little girl who was lost after selling tea today, and she didn't say anything when I asked her. I don't think she dressed like an ordinary family's children. Maybe she accidentally got separated from her family. This is not a kidnapping of children in the city. There was too much, so I brought her back, thinking that her family would be able to come and bring her back in two days."

When he was talking, he had already pressed the little girl who was afraid of life on the table and handed out chopsticks.

Anyang glanced at the girl lightly, then startled her again and said, "I can't eat anymore, and I still have the time to adopt a little girl?"

The old man filled a bowl of rice for the little girl and replied slowly: "I'm not short of these meals, maybe her family will pick her up in a few days."

Anyang continued to look at the little girl, looking at her cautious appearance holding chopsticks but not daring to move, her eyes swept around, seeing that the old man had eaten a piece of green vegetables, she then took a small piece of green vegetables, and the moment she entered the mouth. She frowned, but swallowed hard, watching Anyang take a chicken leg, and then she ate a small amount of chicken, as if she was afraid of poison in the food.

He asked, "What about your family?"

The little girl's eating movement stopped for a moment, she glanced at him cautiously, and said softly, "Everyone is dead."

Anyang's eating action suddenly stopped, but unexpectedly, this action made the little girl startled for a while, her eyes rolled, and she didn't know where she said the wrong thing.

The old man also stiffened, and finally said, "That's all, if you really die, then you will follow the old man and I will pass by, and you won't be able to eat much. My old bones can still support you."

Anyang didn't say anything. Anyway, if he came, there was no shortage of food for this little girl. Since the old man is willing, let him go. The old man adopted this little girl, and the old man should adopt him in the same way as the original story of this world. Same.

After thinking about it, he asked again, "What's your name?"

Facing his calm gaze, the little girl's chopsticks almost fell to the ground, and she didn't dare to raise her head, she whispered, "Little, Xiaochan, Hu Xiaochan."

Anyang nodded, but didn't say more, he was afraid of scaring the girl.

After a meal, he could see that the little girl was indeed not the child of an ordinary family, as could be seen from the tangled expression on her face when she ate green vegetables, and this girl was also very sensible. Roast chicken, every time you eat a piece of meat, you have to bite your chopsticks and think for a long time, then eat a piece of greens with a hard brow, and then pause for a while before you dare to eat roast chicken again.

Xiaochan consciously ran to wash the dishes, leaving a short rest time for the old man.

Anyang asked lightly: "This girl looks like a child of a big family, but everyone in the family is dead, aren't you afraid of causing trouble for you?"

Hearing this, the old man hesitated. Obviously, he didn't realize this before, and now he feels that the girl's life experience is really wrong. He doesn't care how much rice he can eat with one mouth. After spending money, I saw that the girl was really pitiful, so I brought it back with gritted teeth, but now there is obviously more to consider.

After a long time, he asked tentatively: "Or, I won't let her go out during this time?"

Anyang smiled. Sure enough, it was impossible for the old man to throw Xiaochan back. In that case, let him go.

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