This practice of chopping woodcutters is another year's time.

With the previous experience of opening a mountain axe to cut tofu, Xiaoyao Changsheng played a woodcutter and was quite presentable, practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, and unconsciously, he was able to distinguish whether the fly flying in front of him was male or female, and if he went down with a knife, the leg of the fly would not cut the head of the fly.

For such a result, Xiaoyao Changsheng is still satisfied, at least these things taught to him by the living immortals will one day when he is desperate, he can also go to the street to sell his art and eat, so as not to starve to death on the roadside bones and feed wild dogs.

In the third year, the living fairy took a bamboo pole and said to the young man with a smile: "Little rabbit cub, play a new trick for you, bamboo bundling, the ghost nodded, when did you let the stone ball dance the pot dance on the head of the flat dan, you are a peerless master." ”

Zhubian shoulders the top stone ball, and the practice of free life is another year.

The living immortal is such a bullshit kung fu, but it has made Xiaoyao Changsheng suffer, that stone ball, I don't know how many times I smashed Xiaoyao Changsheng's brain, often smashed Xiaoyao Changsheng to the point that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, the ghost cried wolf, and the eyes of the living fairy were as scared as a mouse seeing a cat.

Three years later, the living immortal threw a Ge Ma rope in front of Xiao Yao Changsheng, and said with a smile: "Little rabbit cub, Ge Ma rope, ghosts are difficult to entangle, when can you entangle your own shadow, then you are a peerless master." ”

For the living immortals, the free immortal is just when he lets out a fart, no matter how stinky it is, it stinks for half a mile, the cat doesn't smell it, and the dog doesn't pay attention to it.

The so-called four magic weapons handed over by the living immortals to Xiaoyao Immortal consumed the four years of Xiaoyao Immortal.

Those who follow the gods must be gods, and those who follow the big witch must be small witches, after a long time, Xiaoyao Changsheng is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he often gets up in the middle of the night to steal wine and drink, and in the eyes of the living immortals, he has become a little bastard.

The reason for the living immortal is very sufficient, needless to say eating, Xiaoyao Changsheng, who shouldn't be drinking, stole the wine that should belong to him, so Xiaoyao Changsheng was classified by the living immortal as a little bastard, a little rabbit cub and the like.

As soon as the day was dawning, Xiaoyao Changsheng, who had developed the habit of going to bed late and getting up early, had already gotten up, walked out of the door, and came to the courtyard.

After moving his muscles and bones in the yard, Xiaoyao Changsheng turned his head to look at the old guy's house, and said in his heart: "It's strange, why didn't the living immortals howl today, could it be that he was drunk and fainted yesterday and didn't wake up, hum, this is not his style!"

In the middle of the courtyard, on the stone chair, the little monkey was already sitting on all sides, and when he saw Xiaoyao Changsheng approaching, he stretched out his palm and begged for food from Xiaoyao Changsheng.

Xiaoyao Changsheng touched his arms, as well as a few wild fruits picked on the mountain, and gently threw them to the little monkey, who took it with a squeak, happily turned his head on the ground, and then put it in his mouth for a while, and his mouth was full of drooling.

After grabbing two roasted sweet potatoes in the stove room, Xiaoyao Changsheng shouted loudly into the living immortal's room: "Old man, I'm going to school." ”

Then, Xiaoyao Changsheng stood in the courtyard, waiting for the living immortal to scold the mantra "Little rabbit cub, you get out of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu doesn't want to see you." If you don't order food before you come back, you don't want to go into this house. ”

In Xiaoyao Changsheng's memory, I don't know what the reason is, what comes out of his mouth is basically the old man instead of the father, the living immortal, no matter what Xiaoyao Changsheng calls him, anyway, isn't he also called Xiaoyao Changsheng a little bastard.

Standing in the courtyard for a while, Xiaoyao Changsheng touched his head and smiled: "The living immortal won't be embarrassed to see people by drinking too much and wetting the bed, this time I see that you are too embarrassed." ”

As he spoke, he walked towards the old guy's room, although the sun of the spring morning had already come out, there was still a steep chill, which made Xiaoyao Changsheng couldn't help but shrink his neck.

He tiptoed open the wooden door, and walked to the old man's bed like a cat, and on the bed, the posture of the living fairy was very strange, pouting a butt like a pheasant and burying his nose in the wine bowl.

As soon as Xiaoyao Changsheng stretched out his hand, the living immortal turned his head to the sky with a grunt, like a thousand-year-old turtle, his eyes were bigger than copper bells, as if someone owed him money and didn't pay it back.

"Hey, old fellow, don't play dead, the immortals are drunk. After saying this, the living immortal thought that the living immortal would get up with a bone, who knew that the living immortal would not move and not let a single fart go.

"Wouldn't it?" Xiaoyao Changsheng muttered, raised his voice again and shouted, "Living Immortal, roast whole sheep is here!"

In the past, the living immortals, even if they were drunk, would jump up from the bed when they smelled the smell of wine and meat, but now the living immortals on the bed are actually beaten to death without saying a word.

Frowning, Xiaoyao Changsheng saw that the situation was not right, stretched out his hand and touched it, the body of the living immortal was already cold, he was shocked, stretched out his fingers and probed in front of the nose of the living immortal, and there was no breath, it turned out that the living immortal had already curled his hair and went to Meng Po to drink soup.

"No, how can this be?" Xiaoyao Changsheng was suddenly frightened, a living immortal who can drink three bowls of wine and eat eight bowls of rice, how can he say that braids are braids?

After being stunned in the house for a while, Xiaoyao Changsheng slowly came back to his senses, walked out of the thatched house, and went to inform the neighbors.

I heard that the living immortal died, and it didn't take long for the people of the entire Xinghua Village to come.

This living immortal was as unpopular as a dog's tail flower when he was alive, and he couldn't imagine that after he died, so many people would come to bury him.

When it was time for the living immortal to be buried and erected, Xiaoyao Changsheng knew that he didn't know what the name of the living immortal was, and asked all the seven aunts and eight masters in the village, and they didn't know what the name of the living immortal was, because the living immortal was an outsider, and his name was not said by himself, and others did not get a reply when they asked.

At this time, Xiaoyao Changsheng knew that he was also a bastard, and he didn't know the name of the living immortal for a few years, so he hurriedly ran to the village to buy a gourd immortal drunk, and he didn't get a drop, and all of it fell on the grave of the living immortal.

buried the living immortals, and became an out-and-out orphan again, and from then on, he could only rely on that little monkey for his life.

On the third day of his life, he woke up and looked around at the dilapidated thatched hut, and decided to leave here, anyway, the living god was dead, and there was no one to repair him, so he could just go out and see the outside world.

After sitting on the grave of the living immortal for a night, Xiaoyao Changsheng drank a whole gourd of wine, and talked intermittently all night, and by the time it was dawn, Xiaoyao Changsheng's eyes had turned into rabbit eyes.

Walking out of the house, Xiaoyao Changsheng waved his hand to the little monkey, "Master Zu, where did you come from or go back, I am now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it is difficult to protect myself, and I don't know where it will hang one day, so don't follow me, I can't support you." ”

This little monkey didn't even leave, and followed closely behind the farts of the free immortal.

"Horse, if you don't go again, Lao Tzu will go on a killing spree!"

Xiaoyao Changsheng danced his fist at the little monkey, looking fierce and vicious, trying to scare the little monkey away.

This little monkey, with the account that doesn't buy Xiaoyao Changsheng, Xiaoyao Changsheng will take a step back if it goes further, and it will take a step back when Xiaoyao Changsheng takes a step, and it will always be entangled in Xiaoyao Changsheng's side.

"You dead monkey, you don't have three eyes when you are the prince of horses, it seems that you can't repair it. ”

wanted to get rid of the little monkey's free immortality, and swung his fist at the little monkey.

Crackling, after a burst of punches and kicks, the result of the matter was really unexpected, and in the end, it was Xiaoyao Changsheng who was lying on the ground, and the little monkey almost overturned Xiaoyao Changsheng between shots, and was so happy to turn a somersault on the side.

In the memory of Xiaoyao Changsheng, the little monkey has never fought with him, and he can't imagine that he will be killed by dividing five by two with three moves, which shows that the power of Xiaoyao Changsheng is not a little monkey.

"Horse, that's fine, I'll bring a free thug. ”

The little monkey who couldn't win the free life, the fox-like eyes rolled, so he had a reason to convince himself, and when he couldn't even support himself, the little monkey would slip away.

In a burden of Xiaoyao Changsheng, in addition to a few torn clothes, there are only a few copper plates, this is his entire family belongings at present, which shows that this family is really poor, and the pot can be lifted up as a hanging bell.

Poor to poor, there are a few things that are reluctant to lose their lives, that is, the mountain axe, the woodcutter, the bamboo flat pole and the kudzu hemp rope, of course, there is also the wine gourd of the living immortals.

When he left Xinghua Village, Xiaoyao Changsheng filled the wine gourd with the living immortals, and planned to drink two sips himself when necessary, which by the way could be regarded as a tribute to the living immortals.

Xiaoyao Changsheng, who walked out of the house, turned his head, once again glanced at the thatched house where he had lived for several years, and laughed and said: "There is no master here, there is a place to stay here! ”

When you light a fire, the thatched house in front of you begins to burn, and then it turns into a sea of fire.

The people in the village, seeing Xiaoyao Changsheng's actions, knew that he was leaving, and no one came to keep him, and he, an outsider, didn't have much to do with the people here.

Xiaoyao Changsheng clapped his hands, let out a long breath, and then took a step and left Xinghua Village.

Since ancient times, the land of Shu Mountain, 8,000 miles of spiritual mountains, 8,000 miles of beautiful water, and 8,000 miles of Panlong Ancient Road have made this vast land full of ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Because of this unique world, many sects of cultivation were naturally born, and countless myths and legends were also derived.

Because of the fear of these ghosts and gods, the common people will build a mountain temple on the mountain, a land temple in the basin, and a dragon king temple by the river, praying for the blessing of the gods, and the ghosts will not commit, and the wind and rain will be smooth and peaceful for a lifetime.