Yongfeng County, the second floor of Yuelai Inn.

"Master, where have you been these days?

Baoxin, who looked lazy, was lying on the bed, looking at the head of the heart guarding the road standing at the window, not knowing what the master and his old man were thinking.

This time, the rainstorm was not as severe as the previous one, so the county is now thriving again.

"Alas!"

The head of the heart guard didn't say anything, just kept sighing, and turned a deaf ear to what the apprentice asked him.

With a sad face, the heart guard Taoist was full of frustration.

"Master, what the hell is going on!" Bao Xin got up suddenly, put his hands on the edge of the bed, jumped down, ran to the side of the Guardian Daoist, and looked up at the other party.

"Alas!"

The Guardian sighed again.

"Hey!hey!" Bao Xin poked his finger at the laughing hole that Master handed him, "Old man, how many times have you sighed in the hour since you came back, do you know?"

The Guardian ignored him.

"Three hundred and twenty-six ......" Baoxin couldn't imagine where Lao Dao had gone in the past three days, and what happened to him, so that he could show such a frustrated side.

Could it be...... Was the begging mother-in-law rejected?

Bao Xin's eyes rolled up, her fingers rubbed her chin, and she smiled evilly.

At this time, a scene had already appeared in his mind: Lao Dao came to a widow's house on a windy and rainy night. And then...... was rejected by the widow! And when Lao Dao came back today, he felt like he was losing both his qi and blood, so nothing really happened!

Isn't it......

The little Taoist Baoxin's eyes flickered.

Hey, hey, hey!

The little Taoist priest got carried away and accidentally laughed.

Boom!

Oops, I'll go!

Bao Xin bared her teeth and jumped to the side, rubbing her little head.

"Cultivators should be pure-minded and have few desires, where did you learn these dirty ideas!" the old Taoist glared at his apprentice and said sternly.

"Listen to what others say on the road......"

"Don't have this kind of thought in the future, otherwise the old man would rather break off this master-apprentice relationship with you!"

"Disciple...... Understood!" Baoxin Xiaodao lowered his head at this moment and obediently admitted his mistake.

"Pack up, let's leave today!"

"Do you want to go back to the Taoist temple?"

Lao Dao didn't speak, but shook his head.

At this moment, in the eyes of the little Taoist, the master's momentum seemed to change.

If he used to be a bladeless ancient sword without the slightest lethality, then now he is more like an ancient sword that is opening, and the patina on the surface is falling off little by little, revealing the sharpness inside.

Why did Master change so suddenly, and what did he experience?

Although Baoxin was incomprehensible at this time, since the master refused to say, he would not ask.

Perhaps, one day the master can't help it, and will take the initiative to tell himself.

"And where are we going?"

"Holy to the extreme!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Preach!"

“...... Are you going to rely on your own strength to occupy the magpie's nest?"

"Those who know me, so do apprentices!"

"......" Baoxin glanced at the three crows flying outside the window.

"Don't worry! Even if Master changes again, this thing will never change! It will just be a way to deal with problems!"

“...... As long as you're still your apprentice!" Baoxin shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, then walked to the side of the bed and began to arrange the clothes on it, and asked casually, "Master, don't you plan to ask for the bronze tripod again?"

"What is the content of the sixth chapter of the Tao Te Ching left by Master Zu?"

"The god of grains is immortal, it is called Xuanyi. The gate of Xuanqi is the root of heaven and earth. If it exists, it is not used diligently. ”

Bao Xin has long remembered that these contents are ripe, and he said casually.

"So, ah......"

"So what?"

"So, take your time and comprehend it yourself!"

"Is there a relationship between the two?" Bao Xin asked after packing her package, carrying it on her shoulder, and following the master who had already gone out.

"The saint does not accumulate, because he thinks that he has more with himself, and he has more with others. ”

“...... Oh!" Bao Xin finally replied lightly and did not ask any more questions.

......

......

The backyard of the county government.

"Young master, there really isn't a need, there are still five demon pills on the old slave's body! You can keep this demon pill! Otherwise, the old slave will not be able to sleep well!" The old cat, whose coat had turned white, squatted in the corner of the wall, dodging Jiang Renbao's outstretched hands.

In those hands, he held a bead the size of an egg.

"In order to save me, you did not hesitate to lose three demon pills. Even if you are a Nine Soul Cat, even if you still have five demon pills, you can't change the fact that you are willing to pay regardless of the consequences. Based on this alone, I can't put this demon pill on my body anymore no matter what!"

After the incident three days ago, Jiang Renbao was taken back to Song Shizhang's house by Qing Yuran.

Back in the house, the old cat woke up and saw that the method of using the demon pill sacrifice was effective, so without saying a word, he lost two demon pills in one go, and only then did Jiang Renbao's body be repaired completely.

But Jiang Renbao didn't wake up immediately.

Qing Yuran looked at the old cat's sacrificial posture, and hurriedly stopped him and told him that the young master's spirit was in the bronze small tripod hanging around his neck.

The old cat was relieved, but he was still nervously observing the small ding on the young master's chest.

Until the third day, the bronze tripod began to change, the original appearance of the copper green began to fall off on its own, when it completely fell off, in front of everyone was a golden tripod. Xiao Dingfang changed, and Jiang Renbao then woke up.

When he saw the old cat's white hair, his heart was mixed for a while, and he didn't know how to describe it.

Jiang Renbao learned from Qing Yuran's mouth that the old cat's loss of three demon pills was equivalent to the loss of three hundred years of cultivation, and at the same time, he also lost the ability to transform into a human form.

"Thank you!" Jiang Renbao was speechless, because there were no words to express his gratitude to the old cat.

"The young master can sacrifice himself in order to save the old man, why can't the old cat lose his cultivation to save the young master!" the old cat said calmly, without the slightest complaint, "The white cat is actually quite good!hahaha!"

That's why there was a scene above where Jiang Renbao forced the old cat into a corner.

Seeing that the old cat refused to take back the demon pill no matter what, Jiang Renbao immediately darkened his face and asked, "I am your master, don't you listen to my words?"

“...... The young master has said so, and the old cat has nothing to say!" As he spoke, the old cat opened his mouth, and the demon pill in Jiang Renbao's hand flew into his mouth.

He Xiu and Huang Feilang on the side saw the honesty and sincerity between the master and servant, and they couldn't help but look at Jiang Renbao with admiration in their hearts.

In today's world, there are a few families that can be like the three people in front of them, although they are masters and servants, but they are more like friends.

"Senior brother is really not simple!"

"Yes, little ginger is not simple!"