Chapter 3 Wong Tai Sin?

It was pitch black, and the sounds of squeaky insects and owls came from the forest.

Huang Zhenghua woke up leisurely and looked at his mobile phone at ten o'clock in the evening.

"What's wrong with me, why have I slept in the woods for so long!" Huang Zhenghua stood up and wanted to stand up, but his brain was dizzy, and he thought about it carefully and realized that it was because of the blue meteorite, and when he looked at his palm again, he found that there was a strange pattern printed on his palm.

"It's not ugly yet. Huang Zhenghua looked at the tattoo-like pattern and began to look for meteorites.

At this time, the meteorite had dimmed and became a black stone.

"Hurry down the mountain, or a beast will come out, and you will be here." Huang Zhenghua stood up and put away the meteorite and began to walk in the direction of the backpack.

"Yes, it's still a descendant of Yan Huang, and it's still a rare True Spirit Root Wood Fire attribute, and the attribute is very pure, but it's a pity that the current earth aura is too thin, which is not conducive to cultivation. Suddenly, a voice sounded in Huang Zhenghua's head.

"Who, who's talking!" the sudden voice came, Huang Zhenghua looked around in horror and scolded loudly.

It was pitch black, except for a weasel, only the creaking of insects and the mournful cooing of owls in the distance.

"Don't be afraid, I'm in your mind, you got my inheritance, you kid just secretly have fun, I don't know how many people in the Big Dipper are begging to be my apprentice. ”

With the sound ringing twice in his ears, Huang Zhenghua asked, "Who are you, how can you speak Chinese, and how did you get into my head?"

"Who am I? Even the Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor have to call their ancestors when they see me, who do you say I am?"

"Okay, my time is running out, my time in the Beidou Planet was plotted by someone when I was in the catastrophe, but fortunately, I kept the Yuan Shen at a critical time, possessed this meteorite, and returned to the earth, now I will teach you all my cultivation, and I will disappear completely in the near future, you have to cherish it, you must know that on the Beidou Planet, I don't know how many cultivation powers want to break my head, and now it's cheap for you kid." ”

There was silence.

"I don't know how many times I've read these routines in the Xiuzhen novel at the starting point, do you think I believe it?"

Still cultivating the truth, isn't cultivating immortals more advanced?

Are you supposed to write a web novel?

"Hey, hey, old man, you speak!" suddenly fell silent, and Huang Zhenghua called out a few times and never saw the old man's voice again.

Is it really pulled down?

Isn't it true that cultivators will not die, for thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years, is it really that the primordial gods are exhausted and die?

As a Chinese-American, Huang Zhenghua also read Xiuzhen novels on the starting point Chinese Internet in his spare time.

"Old man, if you don't speak, I'll go?" Huang Zhenghua waited for a long time without hearing the old man's voice, and after staying for a while, there was indeed no response, and then got up.

"Maybe it was just an illusion caused by dizziness, how can there be an old man, who is still cultivating the truth, what is wrong with himself, how can he be a modern young man who grew up in today's scientifically developed Western society, how can he believe in these superstitious things. ”

Huang Zhenghua put away his backpack, put the meteorite in his backpack, took out the AK and walked back with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"The plan can't keep up with the change, why didn't I know how to prepare a flashlight or something, but now it's okay, if I step on a rattlesnake, it's over. ”

Fortunately, there was a lighter on his body, and Huang Zhenghua made a simple torch, and he could barely see the road.

"Today, I dug up three ginseng in one day, and the age is not young, they are all more than ten years old, plus this meteorite, how can it be worth four or five thousand dollars, which is not bad. Huang Zhenghua thought as he walked, there was a chirping sound behind him, and when he looked back, he found that a weasel had been following behind him.

"I don't have the pheasant you want here, so you better go back early, and don't get hungry and roast you." Huang Zhenghua said, throwing a stick over, the little guy stood up like a professional boxer, crooked the plastic bag, dodged, and his movements were flexible and smooth, and he couldn't tell that it was a weasel at all.

"Damn, are you still an immortal, can you still walk upright?" Huang Zhenghua saw the weasel leaping over the branches on his two small short legs, jumping and jumping, and his eyes were about to fall.

"Could it be this Wong Tai Sin?" Huang Zhenghua began to mutter.

Weasel, in the Chinese folk cultivation of the demon is called Wong Tai Sin.

"Squeak" the little guy shook his head in disapproval.

"Damn, I still understand Chinese, when did Chinese become so easy, or is this little guy smarter than those M country guys?" Huang Zhenghua saw that the little guy shook his head vigorously to express his dissatisfaction, and he wanted to laugh a little.

I don't believe you can understand Chinese.

Chinese is known as the most difficult language on the earth to learn, and it can make those Cambridge and Harvard top students have cerebral palsy.

Huang Zhenghua was a little unconvinced, so he tentatively said to the little guy: "Come here!"

"Squeak!" When the little guy heard Huang Zhenghua's words, he happily rushed to Huang Zhenghua with all his limbs, propped himself up, and then put his two front paws behind his back like a little old man, squeaked, and made a very dissatisfied look at Huang Zhenghua.

"You thing, did you eat the elixir or absorb the essence of the sun and the moon to become an immortal?"

"Do you dare to be dissatisfied with me, believe it or not, I'll roast you and eat it?" Huang Zhenghua looked at the cute little guy, and suddenly became interested, thinking it was very fun, much more fun than the stupid two.

The little guy jumped onto Huang Zhenghua's palm, looked at the faint pattern of Dao patterns on Huang Zhenghua's palm, and licked it hard.

"Shut up!" This little thing lives in the wild, who knows if the saliva carries germs or something, and what if it gets any infectious disease?

I don't have health insurance.

Hearing Huang Zhenghua's scolding, the little guy immediately stopped, grinned and smirked, wagged its fluffy tail, and looked at Huang Zhenghua with an embarrassed look.

Can be coquettish, and can walk upright.

"This is no ordinary weasel, this is Wong Tai Sin. Huang Zhenghua thought.

"How much is this little guy worth?"

40,000, 50,000?

When people are poor and crazy, everything they see is like money.

"I'm going home, are you coming with me?" asked Huang Zhenghua.

"Squeak" the little guy nods his pointed head like a person, and looks happy.

Huang Zhenghua was not surprised, and walked back with the little guy.

"Boom!"

"Ahh

The sound echoed in the ground.

Blessings are incomparable, disasters are not one-way, when people are unlucky, bad things will chase you again and again.

Just as Huang Zhenghua was walking back with the little guy, he suddenly stepped on a hole and fell down.

It was pitch black all around, and Huang Zhenghua felt a tingling pain in his left thigh, a little wet when he touched it, and when he smelled his palm, there was a smell of blood.

There were also a lot of abrasions on both arms, so painful that Huang Zhenghua almost fainted.

Reluctantly lit a lighter with his hands and lit a bonfire with a dead branch.

It was a cave, and there was an underground river that flowed in front of me, and the bottom of the water was very clear.

On the top of the four or five meters high, stalagmites hang down.

It's dead, the entrance of the cave is still so small and secret, no one can find it, and no one should look for him, except for Uncle Chen, of course.

Huang Zhenghua began to worry about his situation.

Alcohol doesn't have any medicine to stop bleeding, and I'm going to die of blood loss.

After Huang Zhenghua was frightened, he moved his body to the stream, cleaned the wound, tore off his clothes, and bandaged them simply.

"Even the animals are so unrighteous, and the little ones don't know where to run. Huang Zhenghua looked around and didn't find the little guy.

"Squeak!" Half an hour later, the little guy stood in front of him with some grass in his mouth.

That's right, just stand in front of the bonfire, put the grass on the ground, and nod to Huang Zhenghua.

"You said I should use these bandages to bandage my wounds?" asked Huang Zhenghua tentatively.

"Squeak. The little one nodded in the affirmative.

"I'm sure, you're a Wong Tai Sin, you're from Huaguo, right?" If you can understand people's words, you can also understand Chinese medicine, it will be amazing, even more magical than the sun rising in the west.

Fortunately, there are no snakes here, and if there is a huge python, then it really can't run.

As soon as he thought of the big snake in "The Disaster of the Python", Huang Zhenghua was a little stunned.

The little guy is like a little bee, bringing a lot of grass, Huang Zhenghua chews it with his mouth and sticks it to the wound, it is cold and cold, and it is very comfortable.

"Regardless of stopping the bleeding and not stopping the bleeding, it makes people feel comfortable. After Huang Zhenghua finished speaking, he was also tired for a day, and soon fell asleep leisurely.