Soon a man was ushered in by the old woman.

is a taciturn middle-aged man, although he is also wearing ancient costumes, but Ning Xiu can know from the unique fluctuations of the other party that the other party is from the same life as him.

The old woman seemed pleased that there was another guest in the house, and she greeted her warmly, "Come on, come on, please sit down quickly, and warm up with a sip of broth." ”

As soon as the middle-aged man entered the house, he saw the pot, and it was precisely because of this that his face was so ugly at this time.

In his eyes, where is the broth, tumbling up and down in the hot casserole, it is clear that it is a baby who has long been boiled and swollen.

The old woman didn't seem to notice the change in the middle-aged man's expression at all, he picked up the spoon, scooped him the same bowl, and said with a smile: "Come, drink while it's hot." ”

"No, don't!"

Seeing the yellowed porcelain bowl continue to enlarge in his eyes, the middle-aged man suddenly lost control and shouted loudly. Uncontrollable, he even knocked over the bowl of broth in the old woman's hand.

Syllable!

The porcelain bowl shattered in half on the ground, and the fragrant broth spilled to the ground.

Hearing the sound, the middle-aged man came to his senses, looked at the old woman, and explained: "..... I, I'm not hungry, thank you for your concern. ”

After saying this, the middle-aged man looked at the old woman carefully, and his right hand involuntarily held the weapon on his waist, for fear that the other party would attack him. Ning Xiu, who was sitting on the side, also raised his throat with a heart.

To his surprise, the old woman didn't pay attention to the middle-aged man at all, only to see her squat down and begin to patiently pick up the debris on the ground, while muttering to herself: "A good bowl of broth was spilled like this, young people now, I really don't know how rare it is." ”

After cleaning up the mess on the ground, the old woman turned her head to look at Ning Xiu and said, "What about you, young man. ”

"Still drinking?"

"Such a delicious broth, why not drink it. ”

Ning Xiu chuckled, picked up the spoon on the table, scooped up a sip of soup, and lowered his head to drink it.

Looking at Ning Xiu's movements, the old lady standing on the side, whose face had become a little indifferent, suddenly filled with her bright smile, like a kind and kind old man, seeing the broth that her grandson likes to make with her, she exudes the most sincere smile from the depths of her heart.

"Is it delicious, young man. The old woman asked with a smile.

"Delicious. Ning Xiu raised his head, looked directly into the other party's eyes, and smiled in the same way.

In fact, the broth has no taste and is completely indistinguishable from plain water.

"It's good to drink. ”

The old woman looked at Ning Xiu, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a bright smile, and said, "It's not early, young people should go back and rest early." ”

When she had said this, she turned and walked into the house, took two steps, and suddenly stopped again.

"Remember to close the doors and windows when you go to bed at night, there are often man-eating beasts in the mountains. ”

Ning Xiu and the middle-aged man glanced at each other, and then got up and left.

The whole living room immediately became empty, except for the pot of broth, which was still boiling, and there were no white radish, no meat, and no dead babies in the pot.

It's just a pot of boiling water, a pot of cold boiled water that can't be boiled hot.

......

When Ning Xiu and the middle-aged uncle walked to the door, the maid who had led the way before appeared again and led them back to rest.

On the way, Ning Xiu learned that this middle-aged uncle was called Hu Kuan.

In order to eat with his mouth, Hu Kuan followed an old Taoist priest in the town at a very young age and learned how to do things. When his master retired, he naturally took over the mantle of his master, and he basically did all the rituals in the town where he lived, so his life was quite chic.

As for gods and ghosts, and Taoism, he has always been unbelieved.

For him, a Taoist priest is just a profession.

Until one day, he inadvertently got involved in a fantasy of light......

He got some opportunities in that illusion, and after returning to the present world, he successfully opened his yin and yang eyes, and gradually created some fame through some Taoist methods he learned. And successfully joined the Modern Cultivators Association.

It's just that he is more obsessed with the money, power, and beauty that power brings him than his cultivation, especially when he knows that cultivation is not the way to go. Therefore, until now, he has not entered the Tao.

In the era of the end of the law, the depletion of spiritual power between heaven and earth was almost the consensus of all cultivators.

Except for those old monsters who were not born, the true people who entered the Dao were already the highest level that cultivators in the world could achieve, and the vast majority of people were still just qi practitioners until they died.

It's just that in recent years, this world has suddenly changed, and the Xuanguang Illusion, which would almost never appear before, suddenly exploded during this time.

Although it is still very rare, it at least gives everyone hope.

Moreover, those who have a heart also found that the aura between heaven and earth has also begun to recover slowly, although this range is very slow, making people almost imperceptible.

Therefore, organizations like the Modern Cultivation Association are actively studying how to trigger the Xuanguang Illusion, and Hu Kuan, who is a member of it, naturally joins them.

It's just that he doesn't know why he is the only one who has entered this quest.

The strength of that old woman could even be seen by Ning Xiu, it was impossible for him not to see it, at this time he seemed a little desperate, thinking in his heart that he would not get involved in these things if he knew earlier, and how good it would be to enjoy life.

Didn't those bastards swear that this illusion should be a fairy fantasy!

Hu Kuan cursed in his heart.

The eyes he looked at Ning Xiu were even more infinitely compassionate.

"Take care, young man!"

In his opinion, Ning Xiu was already a dead man, because he had just eaten ghost food.

There is a separation between yin and yang, and the things that have been contaminated by ghosts will be bad luck when people touch them, not to mention the food made by ghosts, and they will eat it in their stomachs.

Hu Kuan patted Ning Xiu's shoulder and turned to enter his room.

His house was next to Ning Xiu.

After returning to the house, Ning Xiu finally couldn't bear it anymore, clutched his stomach in pain, and fell directly to the ground.

At this moment, he felt as if there were countless knives in his abdomen cutting at the same time, and this pain seemed to tear everything apart, destroy everything!

Due to the excessive pain, Ning Xiu's brows were tightly furrowed, and he raised his head, only to see that the things in front of him began to blur.

The clear windows began to become covered with cobweb, the new tables and chairs began to become dilapidated, and there were even a few whispering rats in the corners of the walls.

Ning Xiu shook his head violently, and when he looked over again, what he saw in front of him returned to its original state.

In this way, he oscillates between black and white and brilliance, reality and illusion.