The old beggar walked on the dimly lit streets, let the cold wind blow on his face, and his ragged clothes could not stop the invasion of the cold wind, but his already unique constitution was not afraid of the cold.

In and out of the pure, reborn.

Back to the basics, no fetus and no bones.

The old beggar has been able to see through the wonders of heaven and man when he returns to the truth, but he can't understand the true meaning - what is childless and boneless? If it is said that there is no fetus and no bones, how can those heavenly beings in the world who have entered the realm of returning to the truth in history stay in the world for a long time, instead of feathering away? The feathered body can naturally be fetus and boneless, but how can it not disturb the world? If there is no feathering, then how can we talk about the saying that there is no fetus and no bones?

If you don't know, you don't know.

At the realm of returning to Pu, Hu Si has already been far away from too many worldly sorrows and troubles in his state of mind, so that he can calmly wait for the great opportunity to return to the true realm. It's just that he can be calm and calm and wait for the truth, but after all, he is still a person, and he can't be desireless, selfless and unscrupulous.

For example, no one can resist the death that is coming.

Seek longevity, cultivate longevity, and in the end live to see through the two Jiazi, what will happen in a few years?

Looking at eternal life, looking at eternal life, the end of the end is unwilling to die for hundreds of years, and can you get it without the red dust?

O man!

The old beggar was full of emotion - when he was at Chen Xian's house, he was indeed deceived by Su Chunfeng's unique qualifications and talents, and he couldn't be sure that Su Chunfeng was the inheritor of trickery, let alone whether Su Chunfeng was the one who appeared in this rolling red dust by virtue of the legendary immortal top secret of trickery. But after he walked out of Chen Xian's house, Hu Si chose to trust his instincts again!

Without this perseverance and self-confidence, he would not have been able to achieve this return to the truth of the earth immortal.

O inheritor of trickery.

Say you are, you are, you are not;

Say no, it's not, yes and no.

The old beggar laughed like a nervous madman on the cold, sparsely lit streets of the streets with few vehicles and pedestrians, and attracted some passers-by and people in the roadside shops to look at him with wonder and pity.

Su Chunfeng looked at him from afar, knowing that the old beggar knew that he was watching him.

And Su Chunfeng suddenly felt as if he knew why the old beggar was laughing nervously in this cold night—it was a kind of passion, a kind of unrestrainedness, a kind of helplessness, a kind of unwillingness to see through the red dust, a state of mind that was sublimated to a very high level and thus returned to the purple, a kind of fear and fear that was hidden in the depths of his heart, but could be manifested everywhere in his body all the time.

Su Chunfeng has some understanding, maybe one day when he enters the Pu and achieves the reality of the earth immortal, it will be easier than the old beggar to become a heavenly man in one fell swoop, and the weather is myriad, right?

Then he smiled, it was inevitable.

It is a powerful self-confidence.

……

Su Chunfeng called Zhang Lifei and learned that the three of them had finished enjoying the lanterns, went to the Huasheng Hotel, prepared to sing in the room, and invited him to come over to play.

Su Chunfeng didn't go, and after refusing, he took a taxi back to the logistics park alone.

That night, the old beggar walked dozens of miles to the village called Dongwangzhuang, walked into the narrow alley, stood in front of the dilapidated locked door for a while, and said with a smile to himself: "I just heard people talk about it, and because of the contact with Su Chunfeng, I felt curious, so I came to take a look, I didn't think about it but I didn't have the opportunity to see it, it's just that." ”

With that, the old beggar turned and left.

It's almost dawn.

Hu Si heard Lu Song, the master of the sect, mention in Sishengmen in southern Hunan that there were evil Gong Hu in Pingyang City, a blind man with an iron hexagram immortal, and an old warlock who was a teacher in a rural middle school. The reason why he attracted the old beggar to come was really just curiosity, and he also wanted to try his luck, in his words, he was here to find fate - because he knew that Su Chunfeng had studied here, if Su Chunfeng practiced magic back then, it stands to reason that he would not be able to escape the eyes of Wang Qimin, who was a teacher and a warlock, maybe Wang Qimin would still have news of that mysterious celestial.

However, he didn't meet Wang Qimin, and the old beggar didn't force it, so he left casually. He actually understood that if the celestial man in the world who taught Su Chunfeng's magic didn't want Wang Qimin to know, even if he stood in front of Wang Qimin, Wang Qimin wouldn't recognize him as a warlock.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the village, the old beggar suddenly stopped, looked up at the western sky, which was slightly southerly covered by the dark night, and muttered, "What a heavy murderous ......."

At this moment.

In the dilapidated old house where Gong Hu originally lived in Xishan County, Wang Qimin and Diao Ping had already gotten up, sat on the kang in the cold room, meditated and practiced for half an hour, and then an old man and a young man came outside to practice boxing in the empty courtyard, and for a time the aura of heaven and earth gathered.

In another room, Gong Hu turned over lazily, put one hand into the crotch of his pants and scratched a few tickles, then shivered comfortably, and then muttered dissatisfiedly: "You will only get up so early when you are full, this cultivation technique, what you pay attention to is talent, what you can do is what you do, if you don't do it, if you don't have enough talent, no matter how diligent you are, it's nonsense...... Daddy, Lao Tzu hasn't been so diligent, isn't he still in the middle of refining qi? ”

"Old medicine jar!"

Outside the dark courtyard before dawn, there was a sudden roar of a lion from Hedong.

Gong Hu, who was only wearing big pants, slipped out of the quilt, shrank into the innermost corner of the kang in fright, dragged the quilt over and covered his body, and shouted: "Not here!" ”

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

Qi Cui, who was carrying a rolling pin, stepped onto the kang head and waved the rolling pin to Gong Hu, who was curled up in a ball of bedding, bang, bang......

"The old immortal secretly ran here to live!"

"Can you bear it, dare to lie to the old lady!"

"I'll kill you today!"

……

Wang Qimin and Diao Ping, who were boxing and practicing fitness in the courtyard, didn't have time to stop the persuasion, so Qi Cui rushed in from outside the gate of the courtyard where there was actually no door, as if he had already detected the enemy's situation, and directly strode into the house where Gong Hu was hiding, and then it was a symphony woven of scolding, beating, begging for mercy, and miserable howling, which was staged in this dark night before dawn, in this dilapidated old mansion.

Wang Qimin hurriedly ran to the house, and dissuaded in a panic: "Brother and sister, brother and sister, don't fight, it's all my fault and Pingwa's fault, and I'm causing you trouble." ”

Diao Ping also ran in, persuading with tears in his eyes: "Auntie, don't beat him......"

Qi Cui, who has vented, seems to be a little tired, and his anger has almost disappeared, or he is distressed and has to save some face for himself and his man in front of outsiders, right? She jumped down the slope from the kang with a rolling pin, and said angrily: "Old medicine jar, it's not been two years since you lived, do you want to become a sperm in front of the old lady or what?" Get the hell out of here! ”

Gong Hu, who had a blue nose and swollen face, poked his head out of the futon, and said with a flattering smile: "Don't dare, don't dare." As he spoke, he reached out and dragged his clothes from the end of the kang and put them on his body.

Qi Cui put down the rolling pin, reached out and stroked Diao Ping's head, and said kindly: "Pingwa has grown taller again and has become a big child, don't cry, the eldest lady didn't say anything about you." ”

"Auntie......" Diao Ping showed a look of shame.

Qi Cui said to Wang Qimin with a little apology: "Brother Wang, don't care, I'm not here for you and Hepingwa, I beat this old immortal, it's because he's fifty years old, and he even runs out to visit the kiln every now and then, I arrested him a few days ago, he actually hugged a little girl, I arrested him and trained him, he dared to run away from home in a bad mood, you say, should he fight?" ”

Wang Qimin was embarrassed, and said in his heart that even if he really should fight, he couldn't ask me, and I couldn't say anything.

Diao Ping covered his mouth and stole fun.

Gong Hu, who was already dressed neatly under his wife's tiger power, jumped down from the kang and put his shoes on, and asked unknowingly: "Mother, how do you know that I live here?" ”

Qi Cui showed a meaningful sneer, mysterious.

Gong Hu glared at Wang Qimin viciously as if he had realized it, and then stared at Diao Ping, who was covering his mouth and holding back a smile-everything is afraid of being a traitor!

You traitor!

"Don't blame others, the old lady suddenly couldn't sleep and suddenly came to find it." Qi Cui snorted.

As soon as he said this, the four people in the room raised their eyebrows almost at the same time, and they all turned their heads to look at the narrow papier-mâché window and the open door.

A majestic and incomparably murderous aura of magic surged from all directions.

Wang Qimin raised his hand without hesitation to pinch the trick, silently recited the flow of the spell and the heart method, took a few steps back to the side, staggered his feet more than a foot away, his toes turned inward, and stood still in a strange posture.

"Protect Pingwa." Gong Hu gave a deep command to his wife, and then picked up his cigarette gun from the kang head, held the cigarette gun flat with his right hand, and pinched the trick in front of his abdomen with his left hand.

At this moment, under the guidance of Gong Hu's spell and the opening of the magic array on the magic weapon smoking gun, it quickly formed layers of protective layers around this dilapidated house, which ordinary people could not see, but if you look at it with the eyes of a warlock, you can clearly see the layers of colorful brilliance, as well as the ripples of the circle after the spell attack wave collided.

The fighting method entered a white heat almost instantly.

Gong Hu guarded.

Wang Qimin attacked.

Both of them are grandmaster-level warlocks who have entered the middle stage of qi refining, and they understand each other's strengths in their spells, so in the face of the sudden and powerful spell attack, the two of them did not panic at all, responded calmly, and cooperated very tacitly.

And Qi Cui, who is as violent as a tigress, does not have the slightest rejection of her man's orders at this moment, she pulls Diao Ping, who was affected by the fluctuation of the spell that came in advance and is pale and bloody, into her arms, and looks out of the courtyard from the open door with cold eyes, still immersed in the darkness like ink.