Pinch the soil for incense, and worship for the hand?

That's thinking too much!

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is under a step that Zhenyuan Daxian found for himself.

The background of learning scriptures is unfathomable, and it is not that he can touch the earth immortals, and the ancestor of the earth immortals is useless. Although I don't know what the origin of this surnamed Sun is, it is from what his two junior brothers and disciples showed just now......

That rake should be the Heavenly Court's Shangbao Qinjin rake, right?

And the Roller Blind's Demon Scepter!

Plus the anti-heaven version of the fixation method that can freeze yourself for three seconds.

These people can not be offended, and try not to be offended.

But there are thirty ginseng fruits in 10,000 years, after all, they have been eaten cleanly, and this face is a little unbearable.

It just so happened that this step was sent, and Zhenyuan Daxian also took advantage of the situation. As for whether there is Master Han or not, whether he can find that palm heaven bottle, it can only be said to be fate.

Since enemies have turned into friends, at least the scene is affectionate.

Wuzhuang Guan entertains distinguished guests, and there is no doubt that ginseng fruit is used.

But now...... Ginseng fruit tree has.

Oh no, there's one more!

So the ginseng fruit that Cui Shi ordered to stay and was originally intended to be left for Tang Seng was taken out and melted with water - it melted when it met water.

Zhenyuan Daxian, several more important disciples under the sect, and Tang monks and apprentices, each shared a cup of this "ginseng fruit water".

Well...... The points were all divided, but Cui Shi, including Zhu Bajie, Monk Sha and others, almost didn't move.

The point is that I can't afford to lose that person!

Especially Cui Shi, dozens of them have been eaten, and you don't know how many times the parallel goods have been diluted?

I'm afraid even the white dragon horse can't look down on it!

The white dragon horse is educating the Tang Dynasty white horse who sells for glory at this time.

The horses were not qualified to participate in the farewell party held in the front hall, and there was no one to take care of them in the stable, so they simply changed into the appearance of the little white dragon and knocked the poor white horse's head with their claws.

"Don't you know who you are?"

"Do you still want to eat? You also become a dragon, let me see?"

"Honestly carry the master to the west, do you know how much of a creation this is! Maybe when you go to the western sky, you can also mix six heavenly horses, four heavenly horses, two heavenly horses or something, so you are also a divine horse. ”

"I'll tell you, there's no next time! You also know the temper of senior brother, you like to eat meat, and next time you do it, I promise you will become braised horse meat, understand?"

The ginseng fruit water farewell party ended successfully in the happy atmosphere of the guests and hosts. During the trip to Wuzhuangguan, Cui Shi ate twenty ginseng fruits and became the biggest winner, Zhenyuan Daxian took a dumb loss and got off the donkey, led dozens of disciples to send Tang Seng and his apprentices out of the door, and said with a smile that there would be a period later......

But I thought to myself: It's better to never have an end!

Cui Shi sat on the white dragon horse and glanced at the white horse on the other side, which was much more honest. After all, Old Tang still needs a means of transportation, so let this beast make meritorious service first.

Pack up your mood and take another look at the barrage.

[The anchor's ginseng fruit is not eaten in vain, a designated Zhenyuan Daxian is a powerful and domineering person!]

[However, it is useless, after the donkey skills are exhausted, people will still give you a net. In the end, you still have to rely on flickering to win, nothing new. 】

[Do you want to see if the progress is good? Do you expect the anchor to crush the ancestor of the earth immortals at once? Not to mention twenty ginseng fruits, even if you stuff him with twenty relics of the Buddha, it is not so mysterious. 】

【Little Green Bottle...... Ripening ginseng fruit trees...... Zhenyuan Daxian, you just wait, or go directly to find the forgotten word, it's a little faster. 】

【The last ginseng fruit water...... Forgive me for laughing unkindly. also pretended to pour a glass for the anchor, feeling that Zhenyuan Daxian was bitter in his heart, and the hospitality could only use this kind of parallel goods to support the scene. 】

[Looking at the happy and excited looks on the faces of his apprentices, it is really pitiful. The cabbage planted in his own field was planted for 10,000 years, but it was arched clean by pigs, and finally a few rotten vegetable leaves had to be snatched over to wash and boil soup to drink. 】

[Well! this time it's indeed a pig arch, there's nothing wrong with it, it's arched by kissing. 】

A smile appeared on the corner of Cui Shi's mouth, he was indeed very satisfied with this harvest.

But then......

I'm afraid it's not that Zhenyuan Daxian is so easy to talk and understands the rules.

After Cui Shi looked at the barrage and smiled, his expression gradually became solemn.

"The three dramas of the corpse demon Tang Sanzang, the holy monk hates the Monkey King", this is the upcoming story in Journey to the West, and I don't think I can escape this catastrophe.

Of course, now this Tang Seng doesn't have the ability to "hate" himself.

But the problem is that this corpse demon is an unavoidable tough battle.

At least until now, Cui Shi thought about it, and he didn't know how he should deal with the famous White Bone Spirit.

is as strong as the Monkey King, and he also missed twice in a row, which shows how difficult the white bone spirit is to deal with as an agile monster.

Sun Wukong has strong force in his body, and the white bone spirit can fight three times in a row, and finally killed the dead-eyed White Bone Lady with a stick under the tight spell.

But it's your turn...... You may only get one chance at most!

On this morning, Cui Shi once again appeared on time in Guangming Hospital, and before returning home, he came to see his stepfather Wang Jianfeng for the last time, and also said goodbye to Liu Qianxun.

"Chihiro, it's still a lot of hard work for you here, call me anytime if you have anything. ”

Cui Shi looked at Liu Qianxun in front of him who was blushing and fiddling with the corners of his clothes, and could feel her reluctant emotions.

"Don't worry, Uncle Wang will never have any more problems, I promise!"

Liu Qianxun is still haunted by the accident, but fortunately, the rescue was timely. Otherwise, just in case...... I can't face Brother Cui in this life.

The two of them said goodbye here, and suddenly saw the staircase at the end of the corridor, and a large number of reporters rushed in, all of them carrying long guns and short guns, with a sense of urgency to grab the news on their faces.

？

A question mark rose in Cui Shi's heart, could it be that my brother is already so famous? Just go home, it's worth an interview?

Soon, however, reporters were crowding at the door of another ward, negotiating something with their families, as if they were fighting for the right to interview.

"The big guy was admitted to the hospital?"

Cui Shi was a little strange, and casually asked Liu Qianxun beside him.

"It's not a big deal, probably for the old man surnamed Xiong. ”

"What's going on?"

Cui Shi still didn't understand too much.

"Hmm...... Uncle Xiong has liver cancer, which has reached an advanced stage, and there is basically no cure, and it is estimated that it will only be a few days. ”

Liu Qianxun was originally immersed in the emotion of separation from Cui Shi, but when he mentioned this, the sad component seemed to be a little more, and he shook his head and sighed:

"I've met him, an optimistic old man, and his children are very filial. He has been hospitalized here for several months, and even if death is approaching, he is still happy every day as long as he is not tormented by the attack, and he is very polite to us medical staff. Lying in bed, I like to read, write a diary, and seem to see life and death very lightly. ”