Song Ciwan walked to Gao Xiaolang and squatted down, and listened to him: "Sister Song, it turns out that this is the world unified by Kyushu. ”

"Though there are poverty, sickness, afflictions, and calamities...... However, there are at least not so many wars in this world. ”

"When demons are weird and chaotic, ordinary people also have someone to take care of it, and someone to take care of it. Even if it's hard, it's hard, it's so hard...... But at least there's a little bit of hope, even if it's a little bit ......."

His voice was soft and weak, and he had a smile on his face, but when he said that, he unconsciously choked up.

The scales appeared, and a cloud of qi was collected: [Small city-level weird and ghostly, melancholy, confused, relieved, seven taels or three dollars, can be sold. 】

Song Ciwan didn't speak, just listened quietly.

She felt that Gao Xiaolang at this time might not need to listen to her response, he just needed a listener.

Gao Xiaolang pressed his face against the wall beside him, as if he was snuggling up to someone in distant time and space across this wall. He said in a low voice: "Sister Song, I haven't been in this city for a long time, and there is always an aura in the city that makes my heart palpitate, which is very terrifying. ”

Song Ciwan immediately understood the reason for his weakness.

The Great Zhou Dynasty's protective array suppressed all non-living beings who had reached a certain level.

Gao Xiaolang's rank is not up or down, he is neither strong enough to get rid of this suppression, nor weak enough to be ignored by this suppression, it just so happens that he is stuck on that line, and he really can't stay in the city for a long time.

Song Ciwan said: "Xiaolang, the city gate is closed tonight, and I will send you out of the city tomorrow morning." ”

Gao Xiaolang answered, and then stood up against the wall. He looked at Song Ciwan and asked cautiously and obediently, "Sister Song, can I go to your house tonight?" ”

Song Ciwan smiled and said, "Of course you can, Xiaolang, please." ”

As she spoke, she also made a gesture of please very graciously.

Gao Xiaolang immediately laughed, he was missing a left eye, his head was big, his body was very thin, and his image was slightly weird, but when he squinted his eyes and laughed, there was an indescribable cuteness.

Song Ciwan stretched out his hand and gently stroked his slightly messy head.

Gao Xiaolang's eyes widened again, and he looked up at her blankly.

Song Ciwan smiled, took this little weird hand, led him through one street after another, and quietly returned home in the night.

She had experienced a whole day and most of the night in the upside-down realm of Huaixi Village, but in reality, these times were actually only one or two hours in the past.

The different speed of time always makes people feel like they don't know what day it is, and Song Ciwan slowly carries his breath while walking, and adjusts his emotions.

In this way, the night passes, and it is rare to be calm.

Early the next morning, Song Ciwan listened to the noise of the neighbor next door.

The rooster crowed three times, and Sun Langjun, who was next to the east, was pulled by his ear and shouted: "The dead ghost is not up yet!" Hurry up, go boil hot water, the old lady wants to make noodles this morning, the fifteenth day of the first month, and put snacks! ”

Sun Langjun ouched and complained, "What are you doing?" Are you going to turn the sky upside down? Is there a woman like you in the world...... Ah! You you, you let go! It hurts, lady! Ouch, you let me go, okay, okay, I'll go, can't I go? ”

He was beaten hard by his mother, and after struggling, he was still honest, so he could only complain while getting up to boil hot water.

At this time, Gao Xiaolang, who lived in another room, also woke up, he also heard the voice next door, and ran to the stove room as soon as he opened his eyes, and took the initiative to consciously burn the fire and boil the water.

Song Ci saw him late, and he couldn't cry or laugh at once.

She simply went to the stove room, and Gao Xiaolang lit the fire, while Song Ciwan took out the ingredients and cooked a spring noodle.

Yangchun noodles are so simple that they are even a little too simple, Gao Xiaolang saw two bowls of hot soup noodles coming out of the pot, but he immediately looked at it with a blank eye, and snorted while watching.

Song Ciwan put the noodles on the table, beckoned to Gao Xiaolang and said, "Xiaolang, hurry up and wash up, come and eat noodles after washing." ”

Gao Xiaolang first brought a basin of hot water to Song Ciwan, and then brought a basin of hot water to the side. Song Ciwan gave him some daily necessities last night, and he quickly took these supplies and washed himself-

Although he is a strange body, he may not need to be washed at all.

Song Ciwan's cultivation is not shallow now, and he has also refined the impermanent body of the thunder fire devouring body, and he has long been able to avoid dust, and in fact, he doesn't need to wash.

But Song Ciwan also did not abandon the habit of washing, she moved very quickly to clean herself up, and at the same time changed her face, this time she changed it to the face of the female warrior Song Xun.

Gao Xiaolang saw her change her face again, but this time he was not surprised, but he looked around Song Ciwan enviously: "Sister Song, your spell is really wonderful, not only can you change your shape, but even your breath can be changed at the same time." ”

He said: "I have seen some people's transformation techniques before, but ordinary changes can usually only change the appearance, but cannot change the fundamental breath. This kind of change is not very useful, who can hide it? Only Sister Song, your change is very different......"

Gao Xiaolang praised Song Ciwan's subtle changes, and when he spoke, his expression was admired, and it could be seen that he really admired the art of fetal transformation and transformation.

When Song Ci saw this, his heart suddenly moved.

On a whim, she asked, "Xiaolang, do you want to learn?" ”

Gao Xiaolang was surprised and hesitated: "Can I learn?" ”

Song Ciwan said: "It's okay to give it a try. But this method is out of my mouth today, into your ears, whether you can learn it or not, it will never be passed on to the outside world, can you do it? ”

Gao Xiaolang immediately straightened his waist, he got up and came to Song Ciwan, kowtowed to her and said, "Thank you Sister Song, I know the rules, and I will never pass on the secret method!" If you disobey, you will be dissipated! ”

The scales appeared, and Song Ciwan collected a cloud of qi again: [Small city-level weird and ghostly, joy, gratitude, vibration, one catty and six taels, can be sold. 】

Song Ciwan: ......

It's a bit of a surprise, but it seems understandable.

Although Gao Xiaolang is weird, his weird ghost essence is so easy to collect, it is so easy that Song Ciwan almost had an idea, and he was left by his side to collect it at any time-

Of course, Song Ciwan is not a black-hearted businessman, this kind of thing must not be done.

She proposed to teach Gao Xiaolang to change the shape of the fetus, originally just to try to see if she could teach the weird Dao if she used the art of transmission of the law.

If you can cultivate the Tao even if you are weird, then what will you achieve in the end?

Just do it, Song Ciwan helped Gao Xiaolang up, and at the same time secretly used the technique of passing on the law, and then told Gao Xiaolang about the cultivation trick of fetal transformation and transformation.

It's just that at present, Song Ciwan has only mastered the first layer of fetal transformation, so she only taught Gao Xiaolang the method of entry.

"The art of change lies in innateness. Return to the innate and be the same as the ......"

In the small stove room, Song Ciwan's voice seemed to contain some kind of Taoism. In the heat of Yangchun noodles, Gao Xiaolang listened very carefully to Song Ciwan's preaching and teaching.

On the panel of the Cave Photography Technique, Song Ci's experience in transmitting the magic technique in the evening has increased significantly.