Jia Gan, who was lying in the bathtub, has been in a bad mood lately.

It's been two days, and the crooked head that was smashed by Gu Changsheng hasn't returned to normal.

He went to several professional appraisal institutions to check his injuries, but the results of the tests have always been "no abnormality".

The people sent to teach Gu Changsheng a lesson have not heard any news since last night. Jia Qian had a faint sense of foreboding in his heart.

Jia Gan, who was thinking about his thoughts, didn't notice that the water level in the bathtub was slowly rising.

Not long after, the unconscious Jia Gan was found in the bathroom at home. Because of the long-term lack of oxygen, the brain received irreversible damage, and Jia Qian became a vegetative person.

In a coffee shop not far from Jia Gan's house, Gu Changsheng vomited in the toilet.

After vomiting all the things in his stomach, Gu Changsheng washed his face vigorously, walked to the seat and sat down.

Touching Gu Changsheng's head distressedly, Song Qinghuan spoke up: "It's good that I came a long time ago, you have to do it yourself." ”

Gu Changsheng smiled bitterly and shook his head, "If I don't dare to attack someone like Jia Gan who is trying to target me by all means, then I will still be a fart immortal." ”

After taking a sip of the warm water handed over by Song Qinghuan, Gu Changsheng felt a lot more comfortable.

"Although I don't know much about the cultivation world, I guess that a group of people who can move mountains and seas will not be too reasonable. I had to change my mindset as a mortal. ”

"Home, Qinghuan."

Looking at the policemen rushing to Jia Gan's house outside the window, Gu Changsheng stood up.

Jia Gan's house.

A uniformed man stands in front of the bathtub, closing his eyes and feeling something.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and frowned.

"Qing Shui is ......," the man whispered to himself.

Gu Changsheng, who had already returned home and began to vomit, didn't know that he still left some clues.

At the end of a Sunday, Gu Changsheng was about to continue, but was interrupted by Song Qinghuan's words.

"Alright! Don't just spit out every day, today I will teach you a new technique, the Golden Light Technique. ”

Aroused by his interest, Gu Changsheng asked curiously, "Listening to the name is a defensive type of spell?" ”

"Not only that, but the Golden Light Technique can not only strengthen your defense, but also increase your strength for a short period of time. Before building the foundation, it was a very practical technique. Song Qinghuan spoke eloquently.

Hearing the word Zhuji, Gu Changsheng asked: "Speaking of which, Qinghuan, you have never said what kind of cultivation you are now, nor have you talked about what level of cultivation immortals there are. ”

"The first stage of Qi training, that is, the stage of immortality you are in now, and behind it are foundation building, golden pills, god transformation, and tribulation. I don't know about it after that. ”

After counting the various stages of immortal cultivation with his fingers, Song Qinghuan continued.

"As for me, in just three years, I am already in the late stage of foundation building, and I will soon be a master of Jindan!" Song Qinghuan's tone was full of pride.

After the introduction, Gu Changsheng began to study the Golden Light Technique.

Unlike Qing Shui, who only needs to recite a mantra, the difficulty of the Golden Light Technique is obviously much higher, and it is necessary to control the aura in the body to cover the surface of the body, and then supplement it with the mantra.

With the experience of the previous teaching, Song Qinghuan briefly talked about the essentials of the golden light technique, and then slipped away to the kitchen, afraid of being stimulated.

A whole afternoon passed, and Gu Changsheng still didn't succeed.

When Song Qinghuan walked out of the kitchen with the food, Gu Changsheng stood up with a depressed face.

With a smile on his face, Song Qinghuan asked knowingly: "What's the matter, didn't it work?" ”

Gu Changsheng nodded with a dark face, "Well, there is too little aura in the body, and it is not enough to cover the whole body at all." ”

Stuffing a large number of chopsticks into his mouth, Gu Changsheng continued to complain sullenly.

"Later, I tried to perform the technique while spitting and it was much better, but I still couldn't cover my whole body. It's too difficult to practice. ”

Song Qinghuan heard Gu Changsheng's words, and his hand holding the vegetables was in the air.

When she used to learn, it was considered a success if the aura covered her arms? Covering the whole body? What kind of rich second generation behavior is this?

Also, what is it to perform a spell while spitting in? Dual-purpose, dynamic balance?

Like a scumbag who couldn't understand Xueba's problem-solving ideas, Song Qinghuan was hit by dimensionality reduction and fell into deep self-doubt.

"Qinghuan! Qinghuan? ”

Seeing Song Qinghuan stunned in place, his face was dejected and dazed. Gu Changsheng woke her up with some worry.

"Qinghuan, what's wrong with you, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay, next time you try to cover only part of your body, there's no need to cover your whole body." Song Qinghuan came back to his senses and replied solemnly.

"Isn't that a fight very dangerous, not stable enough......" Gu Changsheng muttered a little, but he didn't get an answer.

After eating dinner with each heart in mind, Song Qinghuan went back to her room to call her master and urge her to come quickly.

Gu Changsheng went out to take a walk.

Thinking about how he could cover his whole body with limited aura, Gu Changsheng lost track of time a little and wandered aimlessly on the street.

When he saw the message sent by Song Qinghuan urging him to go home, Gu Changsheng found that it was almost twelve o'clock.

hurriedly sent a voice message and told Song Qinghuan to get home immediately, and Gu Changsheng hurried home.

When he was about to walk downstairs to the breakfast shop, Gu Changsheng saw several dark shadows tinkering with the door from a distance.

After these two days, Gu Changsheng's eyesight and hearing were much stronger. He faintly whispered to the shadows.

"Qiangzi, you're sure there's only one old woman, right?"

"Then there can be a holiday, the old woman is at least 80 years old, she lives alone, she goes to bed at nine o'clock every night, her breakfast shop business is also good, there must be a lot of money."

"It's open, it's open! Walk! Go in and be quiet. In case it alarms someone, knock it out as soon as possible. ”

Gu Changsheng suddenly became a little anxious. Grandma is over 80 years old, and she was knocked back by them.

He didn't want to reveal his identity. But when I went out for a walk, I didn't bring a mask or anything.

So Gu Changsheng had no choice but to take off his coat and cover his face, only leaking his eyes.

The aura covered the vital parts, and silently recited "There is a golden light in the body, covering my body".

With a faint golden light emanating from his body, Gu Changsheng rushed over.

Rushing into the door of the store and seeing the scene in the store, Gu Changsheng was a little dumbfounded.

A few bandits had been in the door for less than a minute at most, but now they were lying neatly on the ground.

There was a glittering stick floating in the air, Gu Changsheng was very familiar with it, and Grandma would use it to roll out wonton wrappers every morning.

Grandma in pajamas sat on a chair and looked at him with a smile.

Gu Changsheng quietly dispersed the golden light on his body.

"I'm sorry to go wrong." Pinching his throat to say something, he pretended to be calm and walked towards the door.

"Shengzi, the golden light technique is not bad."

Gu Changsheng paused, they met every morning, Grandma was too familiar with herself, and she was really seen.

Gritting his teeth, Gu Changsheng continued to walk out the door, pretending not to hear.

In the next second, Gu Changsheng rose into the air, and the door was getting farther and farther away from him.

Grandma grabbed him by the back collar and ripped off the coat that covered his face. He touched Gu Changsheng's head with a smile.

"It's not like being a thief with a weak heart, what are you doing with your face covered."

I don't know why, Gu Changsheng feels that Grandma is much more powerful than Qing Huan......

Turning his head a little stiffly, Gu Changsheng pulled out a smile.

"Good evening, Grandma~"