"Dragons?"

Shi Zhile put down the wooden plow and listened to the apprentice tell the cause and effect of all this.

Wang Lin saved himself the process of perceiving the other party and fighting with them.

only said that he drank the wine given by Su Banxia, and when he woke up, he saw the dragon.

"That's right, a big white dragon, not long after Su Banxia's nephew and the Mo family brothers and sisters left, it appeared, and after destroying the surroundings, it quickly left."

"It's not a dragon, it's just some dragon qi left over from ancient times, and it was manipulated and condensed into a dragon shape."

Today's mortal world has been jointly controlled by the immortal sect, and the dragon qi of the dynasty has been scattered and divided by various families.

There was a dragon aura under the leylines of the Pure Yang Palace, and he naturally recognized its unique aura.

In the ruins in front of him, there was a slight remnant of dragon energy, and the aura was completely different from it, and it was not produced in the current world.

He had never heard of anyone in the entire immortal cultivation world who could control the dragon qi of the dynasty hundreds of thousands of years ago.

This thing was too weird, and Shi Zhile didn't understand why someone would manipulate the dragon qi of the previous dynasty and come to Taiheng Mountain to cause trouble.

Besides, it's a joke.

Didn't hurt anyone, didn't say anything, just demolished a few of his own houses, and then fled?

There was even a slight breath left.

I don't know if I was hurt by someone, or if I deliberately stayed, worried that I wouldn't be able to find the person who demolished the house?

The residual Buddha light and sword qi are also very weird, and I can't see the number of paths.

The Pure Yang Palace is the only two sword cultivation holy places in the world, and most of all the sword moves and sword qi in the world are included in it.

For the people of the Pure Yang Palace, compared to the dragon qi of the previous dynasty, it is still an unknown and strange sword qi, which is more scarce and valuable.

But Shi Zhile didn't think much about it, he didn't learn swordsmanship, he didn't understand sword intent, he only thought that he was shallow and lonely, so he didn't recognize the heels of these sword qi traces.

After thinking of a reason, he took a deep breath, endured the stinging pain, forcibly transported out the broken Yuan Shen, released his divine sense, and probed Wang Lin's situation.

As a result, I found that my apprentice, except for the fact that his body has become a little better, and the aura in his body has increased a little more, there is no problem.

According to the latest standards of the immortal cultivation world in the last few thousand years, this has probably risen from the level of the first layer of the original Qi cultivation period to about the fourth level of the Qi cultivation period.

Although he didn't find any hidden dangers or leaks in his body, he was always worried, feeling that he hadn't used his divine sense for a hundred years, and he should be more careful.

In this way, the three-dimensional god was transported repeatedly, and he tried his best to release his divine consciousness many times, but he still didn't find anything unusual.

Only then did Shi Zhile retract the increasingly dim Yuan Shen Spiritual Light with confidence.

Seeing that Wang Lin was fine, he didn't want to think about it anymore, and he didn't plan to pursue it:

"It's okay, it's okay, anyway, I'm here during this time. You'll be going to the mountains in a few days, and you won't have to worry about these little things. ”

Seeing that the master said it easily, Wang Lin didn't think much about it anymore, and only secretly sighed in his heart that the immortal cultivation world was dangerous and impermanent, and he was able to bump into the demon spirit monster one after another.

At this moment, it was evening.

Wang Lin hadn't eaten for another day, and was so made by a series of things that he missed breakfast, lunch and lunch.

The house is gone, and the master and apprentice can't cook, so they can only go to the nearby village next to the official road together to buy some food.

The village is not far away, three or five miles away.

The road leading to Jinyang City in the south also passes through this village, and there are really many villagers and pedestrians and businessmen.

Even at night, the entrance of the village is still bustling and noisy.

There are quite a few stalls in this area, with tables and chairs for people to sit in, and welcome pedestrians on both sides of the road.

Eat, drink, and use it all in every day.

The two found a cheap cooking cake stall, and Shi Zhile paid for it and ordered ten cooking cakes for five cents.

Seeing that the master picked cheap things to buy, looking poor, Wang Lin suddenly frowned and pondered.

As soon as he sat down, he took out the pill jade bottles in his arms one by one, put them on the wooden table, and while the steamed buns had not yet been delivered, he whispered to the master about the use of these things.

"What can medicine do for other than being edible? You can just keep what you get for yourself, and you don't have to ask me. ”

Shi Zhile took the two baskets of steamed cakes, lowered his head and took a bite of it.

Just a small plate of pickles sent by the store, it seemed to be very fragrant, and I didn't even look at the jade bottle on the table.

The fermentation of this steamed bun was not in place, and after Wang Lin ate two slightly sour solid gnocchi, he was full, quietly feeling the warm current in his body.

No matter how unpalatable the steamed bun is, it is always better than the gruel, and the warm current is more than when I drank the porridge before.

Seeing that he didn't eat, Shi Zhile ate seven or eight cookcakes by himself.

When he had almost eaten, he raised his head again and lectured the apprentice in a serious tone:

"Although I don't know where you learned this tacky set of human sophistication before, but now that you have entered the Daomen, there is no need to pretend to be those clowns who accompany laughter.

"Don't be so thoughtful when talking to people, tired."

"Uh...... Grunt...... Master, but I'm not a powerful Venerable, how dare I be so presumptuous? A white dragon will clean me up enough. ”

Wang Lin was a little choked by the dead face, hurriedly took a sip of wine, and smiled bitterly at the master.

"That's right, I think those old dogs who have cultivated to the Feather Crossing Tribulation and have been ranked in the immortal class for ten thousand years, but they don't dare to be so presumptuous."

Shi Zhile nodded, and even agreed with his statement, and did not continue.

I just pinched the remaining pieces of cooking cake and wiped the plate with pickles clean.

After eating, he said solemnly to him with a serious look:

"It's the autumnal equinox in a few days, and we're going to do the big things first."

"What's the big deal?"

Wang Lin saw his solemn expression, thinking that this must be a crucial matter of life and death.

Secretly thinking about his current strength, he plans to buy some delicious things tomorrow morning, drink enough wine at night, and fill up his aura and blood.

I saw Shi Zhile frowning, and said this important thing word by word:

"Farming!"

............

The bread seller's skill is not good, so no one comes to him to buy bread to eat.

With nothing to do, he has been eavesdropping on the conversation between these two down-and-out masters and apprentices, and he sneered in his heart.

These two unscrupulous Taoist priests are eating cakes for two pennies, and what are they doing here?

And said that those immortals in the immortal class are all old dogs?

Still fighting with the white dragon?

It's a lie!

Even the big thing they said about farming, the bread seller didn't believe it.

If this master and apprentice really have a few acres of land to plant, will they still need him to eat sour cakes?

Ridiculous, ridiculous.

He had been secretly laughing all the time, and was so happy that he served them another side dish, wanting to keep them and listen to more of the funny jokes.

But when the master and apprentice left, the bread seller couldn't laugh anymore.

The one who can be laughed at for himself is gone.

Now, he is the sour bread seller and has become the most ridiculous person in the place.

He seemed to vaguely hear the good-looking little Taoist priest, and said in the distance:

"Master, let's not come here next time to eat cakes, sour."