"Hello Thirteenth Young Master!"

"Thirteenth Young Master, morning!"

"Thirteenth young master, go to Juxian Building again!"

"Tut, look at people, young and promising, young and successful, not arrogant, not impatient, strict with themselves..."

"Thirteenth young master, my family Cuihua is thinking about you, when will you help her take a look, has she given birth to a spiritual root or something. ”

“... Linggen also wants to give birth? Give birth to a new child! If you want me to say, the third child, you should simply divorce your daughter-in-law!"

"It's not up to you to decide whether the spiritual root can be born or not, as if you are an immortal. Besides, what does this have to do with my daughter-in-law?"

"Of course it matters! Divorce your daughter-in-law, give birth to a baby yourself, and ensure that you have spiritual roots. ”

"Fart, I'm a man, how can I have a baby!"

"Spiritual roots can be born, why can't men give birth to babies!"

“......”

Walking on the bluestone-paved street, Xiao Shisanlang smiled and greeted acquaintances all the way. On this street, everyone knows his habit of going to that barren place every day, rain or shine.

The thirteenth young master is very popular, and at least seventy percent of the residents have good intentions towards him. From the monk war spirit to the mortal people, and even the people of the Demon Realm, who rarely appear, no one would want to fight the Thirteenth Young Master.

Especially these ordinary people, that is, the aborigines of Falling Spirit City, have a very good impression of this handsome and feminine young man, and they are very willing to get close to him. If there are still daughters in the family who have not yet come out of the cabinet, the elders will do everything possible to arrange all kinds of encounters, no matter how helpless those girls are standing in front of the thirteenth young master, and how uncomfortable they are because of shame and desire.

There is only one reason for these, the thirteenth young master is a cultivator, a young man who does not know the depths of cultivation, has a unique ability to open the light, is valued by everyone but does not have the slightest shelf, and is born with a beautiful appearance.

Falling Spirit City is not as harmonious as it appears on the streets, on the contrary, this small city with a population of only a hundred thousand has a desperate reputation - the abandoned city! Inside and outside the city, people die every day, not from the mouths of those ubiquitous demon beasts, but from the butcher knives of the same kind.

Begging for a living in such a place, if you can get in touch with the Thirteenth Young Master, at least the safety is very guaranteed. The most peaceful place in Falling Spirit City is not the Dao Alliance or the War Alliance, but the Taiping Street where the Sanyuan Pavilion is located. Speaking of which, the Taiping Street in the past was not peaceful, since the thirteenth young master came here, after several large and small bloodsheds, the name Taiping Street has lived up to its name and has become a real place to live.

Ordinary people are very ordinary, because they are ordinary, they know how to cherish it more than those powerful cultivators and war spirits. Every time the thirteenth young master walked by the street, he would always receive a series of greetings along the way. In this most ordinary way, ordinary people express their gratitude to their benefactors, and then, with a hint of satisfaction, go on with their ordinary lives.

Walking all the way and talking all the way, Xiao Shisanlang's speed is not slow. Turning a few streets, he came to a dilapidated, gray three-story building.

This is the branch of the Daomeng - Juxian Building!

......

The name Juxian Building, but anyone who knows a few words understands its meaning. However, the building in front of him is only worthy of the word "building" at best, and it has nothing to do with "Juxian". Not only are there so few people who come to the door, but even a minimum of cleanliness cannot be maintained. The vermilion lacquered bronze door is heavy, covered with dust, and there are a few clear palm prints and shoe prints on the door.

The bronze door is hidden, no one guards inside and outside the door, and there is no Taoist boy to welcome guests. Even the two mighty stone lions are missing one, and I don't know which way the gods moved them home as the treasure of the town.

After all, the Dao Alliance is famous, although the stone lion is a dead thing, it can always be stained with some immortal energy, even if it can't prevent robbers, it always has some effect on driving away ghosts and warding off evil spirits. It is better to find comfort than to die alone here, without the slightest use. ...,

Xiao Shisanlang looked at the oil stain mark on the copper door, shook his head slightly, didn't ask, and pushed the door straight in. After a while, he came out of it again, carrying a bucket and a broom in his hand, and began to clean it with his hands.

As a cultivator, they all have the ability to use spells. However, I don't know if it's because his cultivation is so inferior that he can't even perform low-level supernatural powers and water spirit techniques, or because he likes to work hard by nature, in short, this respected young master is now a handyman, and he is busy cleaning up with an extremely serious attitude, and he is in full swing.

Sweeping, wiping the door, washing, the area of Juxian Building is not small, and the territory in front of the door is also very large, and it took almost half an hour to finish everything before Xiao Shisanlang finished everything. The bronze door has become strict again, and the three big characters of Juxian Building on the plaque are scorching, which is quite a bit fairy.

Even the stone lion was cleaned, and the two lions scanned the surroundings majestically. It's a pity that a pair becomes one, and the magnificence inevitably contains loneliness, which is a little funny.

Patting his sleeves, Xiao Shisanlang looked around and sighed with satisfaction. Then he entered the door with a dry debris and disappeared into the street.

Walking through the courtyard, passing through the corridor, and turning the pavilion, Xiao Shisanlang did not meet anyone, and walked straight to a dark and dreary hut. He raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door that seemed to be dilapidated but was actually heavy and solid, and said loudly, "Teacher, the students are here." ”

There was no response from inside the room, only a dull knock on the door, as if mocking Jushiro's boredom.

"Teacher, the students are here. Xiao Shisanlang spoke again, his voice was not hurried, and there was no trace of impatience.

"You're half a minute late today. An old voice finally sounded, with a sharp feeling. It can be heard that it is an old woman who speaks, and her temper is not Haode.

"There was something going on in the store, and I came out late. Xiao Shisanlang touched his nose and said embarrassedly.

There was silence in the room, and then the old sharp voice said: "Obviously, there is too much oil stain on the door and it has delayed time, Weishenme doesn't tell the truth." ”

Xiao Shisanlang said seriously: "There are always accidents, students should have considered possible accidents first, and if they travel earlier, they will not be delayed." ”

The sharp voice became even sharper, and mocked: "Can you take all the accidents into consideration?"

Xiao Shisanlang didn't answer immediately, and after thinking for a while, he said: "It's man-made, and there shouldn't be anything wrong with this." ”

"It's man-made!"

I don't know weishenme, the sharp voice suddenly became angry, and the voice full of resentment was like thousands of needles shuttling, piercing people's eardrums.

"Do you know that there is a fate in the world, and there are some things that no matter how hard you try and meditate on them, you will not be able to escape the arrangement of fate in the end. It's a shame that you're still a person who has been cultivating since childhood, and you can't even see through this, it's really stubborn and unbearable. ”

Xiao Shisanlang listened quietly, stood up quietly, and waited quietly for the voice to finish. That voice brought him a lot of pain, which was unbearable for ordinary people and even war spirits, but his complexion did not change at all, and it was not until the voice stopped after venting his grievances that he replied seriously: "Teacher Qiqi, students still think that it is more important to have a clear conscience. ”

The room was quiet again, the voice did not sound again, and Xiao Shisanlang stood respectfully outside the door, and also did not speak.

There was an eerie smell in the air, as if there was a sticky net, completely isolating the surrounding shijie, and it was extremely quiet.

An insect flew from nearby, and it was extremely fast. When he was a few meters away from Xiao Shisanlang, he suddenly hit an invisible wall and was bounced. The insect didn't know why, adjusted its posture and continued to try to fly forward, but it was bounced away again, and then again, ......again, again, again,

After a long time, the old man's voice sounded again, no longer containing that sharp resentment, but laughing at himself and sighing: "Come in, I can't imagine that the old body has practiced so far, and his heart is not as good as that of a teenager......"

With this voice, the insect finally got its wish, and its form flashed and disappeared into the air.

Xiao Shisanlang touched his nose, wiped a handful of sweat on his face that he didn't know existed, and pushed the door in. But the mouth argued: "Teacher, the student is more than a teenager ..."

"Put... Nonsense!"

The old man's voice suddenly burst into rage, although not sharp but unusually loud, and shouted: "It's just that the old man has physical and mental deficiencies, can you also be wrong about your bone age! Don't think that you are really talented, but your mind is relatively calm." In terms of cultivation qualifications, even the old body is not as good as half a point back then, a typical waste material!"

As if thinking of something sad, the old man's voice was not even satisfied with Xiao Shisanlang's title to him, and said coldly: "Don't call me teacher, the old body has never accepted you as an apprentice." Isn't it remarkable that you are precocious? You were not an old disciple in the past, and you are not now, and you will not be able to be in the future!"

"It's not my fault that I'm precocious," said Thirteen Lang's voice in the midst of the storm.

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