There is no doubt that it was the one who stole a big bowl of lard fried rice last night.

Touching the peerless "immortal talisman" that was given by Wang Lao Yuan in his arms, which had the power of killing immortals and slaying demons, Li Wanji regained his peace of mind.

First, rule out a wrong answer.

Lao Yuan is a highly respected ancestor of Tianji Pavilion, and this immortal talisman is a treasure that he has treasured for many years as an immortal, so can it be fake?

Therefore, there is only one truth of the matter, it must be that this mysterious origin of stealing ghosts and ghosts did not harm people, so they were not killed by the immortal talisman in the air.

Forget it, it's just a loss of food, just like having a pet at home that can't be seen or touched.

And perhaps, this is some kind of backhand left by the old party when he left.

Since he learned that most of the townspeople in the entire Tianqing Town were immortals who once had the ability to move mountains and seas, Li Wanji also became more and more curious about his identity as a cheap grandfather.

According to the statement of the White Nine Fairy in the dream five hundred years later, Grandpa Lao Fang is a very amazing predecessor and sage.

It's a pity that his golden finger, which can see through the brief information of a person's life, can only be used when he sees it with his own eyes, so he can only wait for the old party to come back.

Re-ordered the bowl of eggs and green onion noodles, after Mei Zizi was full.

Li Wanji walked out of the door of the bookstore and began to implement the ultimate thigh-hugging plan that he had worked hard to conceive of last night.

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Tianqing Town, blacksmith shop.

"Brother Zhao Tiezhu, good morning!"

Li Wanji warmly greeted the swarthy and sturdy middle-aged man who was sweating profusely with a hammer in his hand and his upper body naked.

The other party is the ancestor of the first refining sect in the world today, the Ten Thousand Refining Sect.

[Zhao Tiezhu, male, 8,342 years old

Born in a family of refiners, he has been obsessed with the art of forging since he was a child, and is the patriarch of the world's first refining sect 'Ten Thousand Refining Sect'

Ideal: The method of refining weapons at the extreme, forging a unique divine weapon with manpower

Peak cultivation: Heavenly Immortal Realm

Mood: 0 (When forging utensils, even if it is an ordinary kitchen knife, it needs to be one without distractions)

Life creed: striking iron makes people happy, I just want to strike iron quietly. 】

"Good. ”

Zhao Tiezhu, who has always been silent, saw that the person who came was Fang Jianxian's grandson, so he stopped the hammer and replied with a word, and then continued to strike iron without distraction.

Seeing this scene, Li Wanji was anxious.

I came to hug my thighs to enhance my feelings, to see if I could get a little fairy magic weapon or something, I can't sing a one-man show.

At this time, he saw the bellows next to him, and his eyes lit up: "Brother Zhao, you have left so much sweat, junior brother will help you pull the bellows!"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he directly rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards the bellows.

Ten seconds later.

His face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, and his arms were full of green tendons, and Li Wanji, who even used his strength to eat, found in despair that he couldn't pull the bellows at all.

In order to avoid pulling back into the crotch of his pants with any more force, he stopped his hand in time and pretended to be casual:

"I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do today, and next time I will come to Brother Zhao to talk to you. ”

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Next stop.

It is a tailor shop opened by the sunflower fairy Sun Niang.

Aunt Sun is more amiable, and there is no heavy physical work in the tailor's shop, so this time the thighs should be stable.

Li Wanji walked in confidently.

Ten minutes later.

Li Wanji, whose ten fingers were tightly bandaged, walked out of the inside with a depressed look of doubting life.

This is when he was enthusiastic to help thread the needle, he was accidentally pricked by a needle.

The difficulty factor of the major is too high.

Next, he pretended to be casual and went to walk around the other bigwigs in Tiantian Town.

I found that there was no place where I could be courteous, so I had to go home first, and create (open) a good (car).

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Afternoon.

Under the hard work of writing like chicken blood, the love story of the big official of the North Gate and the sister of Yinlian finally came to an end.

After bathing and changing clothes, he left the bookstore with the bound manuscripts and rode to Yuntianzong in a carriage.

I am going to find Zhou Huoyao, a loyal fan of the Great Zhou royal family, and see if I can promote feelings and in-depth exchanges while donating books.

By carriage and horse, it takes about half an hour to reach Yuntian Sect from Tianqing Town.

On the way, Li Wanji was surprised to see several waves of luxury convoys that were also going to Yuntianzong, and the pomp was grand.

"These are all princes and nobles from all over the continent, and they all came from thousands of miles away, specially coming to congratulate the ancestor of Yuntian Sect on his six-hundredth birthday. The well-informed old coachman sighed triumphantly under the hat.

"Speaking of which, didn't it mean that the immortal cultivators had the ability to ride the wind and resist the sword? But how come they are so close to the mountain gate of Yuntian Sect, and they haven't seen anyone flying in the sky?" Li Wanji, who couldn't feast his eyes, was very disappointed.

"Hahaha, in order to welcome the ancestor's six-hundredth birthday, some time ago, the Yuntian Sect specially issued a three-hundred-mile ban, and the monks were forbidden to rise into the air within a radius of three hundred miles, otherwise it would be regarded as a provocation to the Yuntian Sect!

The coachman looked complacent, as if Yuntianzong was his family, sharing honor and disgrace.

As soon as the words fell, the whole world suddenly darkened.

It was not the darkness that came, but the entire wheel of the sun was obscured.

It was a treasure ship that covered the sky and the sun.

In terms of size, it is even more expansive than Yuntian City, where Li Wanji often goes to buy materials and sell manuscripts.

"Uncle, you just mentioned that Yuntian Sect issued a three-hundred-mile ban, is there going to be a war next?"

"What? Did the old man ever say such a thing?"

The coachman, who had a domineering and smug attitude before, saw the family emblem on the Kuangshi Treasure ship, and changed his face in a second and said earnestly: "As we all know, when force is finally exhausted, violence can only derive more violence, and only by subduing people with virtue is the right way in the world! Besides, if you are a guest from afar, how can you make a move on the guest, so you will definitely uphold the principle of peace and friendship to solve it!"

This kind of face-changing skill, Li Wanji shouted insider!

I didn't expect that the coachman who was looking for him at random at the entrance of the town had such magical powers.

He thought it was very interesting, and with a stroke of his mind, he read up the coachman's information profile.

[Wu Yuntian, male, 600 years old

Identity: Ancestor of the Cloud Heaven Sect

Cultivation: Ask for the perfection of the realm

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Hiss!

Li Wanji's smile froze at the corner of his mouth and he gasped.

What's going on?

The ancestor of the Yuntian Sect, who is about to celebrate his six-hundredth birthday, actually hides his identity and is working as a coachman for himself?

Li Wanji was still a little forced in his heart, knowing that the other party would definitely not be impressed by his superb driving skills, so it could only be because of the face of those hidden immortals in Tiantian Town.

This time he guessed correctly.

Half a month ago, after entrusting the bookstore to him, the old party who left Tianqing Town, in addition to visiting the whole town one by one, if he went to no return, he would take care of his grandson Li Wanji one or two.

He also deliberately passed by the Yuntian Sect and found the ancestor Wu Yuntian who was in retreat.

From that day on, Wu Yuntian, who was supposed to enjoy the blessings of Yuntian Sect, came to the carriage and horse shop outside Tianqing Town in his real body and became a low-key coachman.

As an ancestor-level figure who was highly respected in the world, his identity suddenly changed to a coachman, Wu Yuntian not only did not feel ashamed in his heart, but was even very proud.

If it weren't for the promise of Senior Fang's decision to keep this secret, he even wanted to find a few old opponents to show off fiercely.

It's really a loss to be a coachman for ordinary people, but can it be the same for the grandson of Fang's predecessor?

This is proof that Senior Fang trusts himself!

Yuntian Ancestor is one of the few people in the world who knows the unfathomable depths of the hidden dragon and crouching tiger in Tiantian Town.

Sixty years ago, he had not much time to break through the bottleneck of the retreat, and he was disheartened and unintentionally walked to this ordinary town not far from the Yuntian Sect.

First at the entrance of the town, I met an old blind man who was telling a fortune if no one was picking his feet, he thought it was just a trick for mortals to pretend to be gods and deceive people, but after letting the other party calculate a hexagram at will, Yuntian Ancestor was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.

Hexagrams, no mistakes or omissions.

What he saw after entering the town made him even more frightened, and he almost collapsed on the long street on the spot.

The iron man in the blacksmith shop, the black kitchen knife that was "knocking and knocking", was all made of Xuanhan Immortal Gold?

You must know that even if it is your natal magic weapon, it is only mixed with Xuanhan Immortal Gold the size of a fingernail, and you are already envious of those old friends!

And the tailor's shop, the lady is sewing the silk thread of the clothes, why does it seem that even if he tries his best, he can't damage the slightest bit of Taiyi Xuanjing?

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Wandering around the town to the Yuntian Ancestor, who doubted his life, finally met a middle-aged teacher who was plainly dressed with a book in his hand when the sun was setting.

Under the guidance of Mr. Teach, he came to the ordinary bookstore in the town.

I saw the boss Lao Fang, who was squatting on the threshold, staring intently at the plump women of the other town passing by on the long street.

"Take it back, take it back, watch it and study hard. ”

Lao Fang took out a book from the bookshelf, casually threw it to the Yuntian Ancestor with a bewildered face, and then ignored the other party, and continued to sit on the threshold and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the prosperous era drooling.

That book was the complete advanced version of the Immortal Crippled Dao Inheritance that Yuntian Ancestor had obtained by straying into the secret realm when he was young.

Not only did it heal the Dao wounds that had remained in his body for many years, but it also made the realm breakthrough go further.

For many years after that, Yuntian Ancestor had always been in awe of these worldly masters in Tiantian Town, but he knew that these masters did not like to be disturbed, so he never dared to disturb him.

Thinking of this, Yuntian Ancestor couldn't help but look at the lemon essence with envy and hatred, and quietly glanced at Li Wanji in the carriage.

This kid has no cultivation in his body, just a mundane who doesn't even have cultivation qualifications.

I don't know what shit luck I had, but not only was he adopted by Fang's seniors as his grandson, but he also stayed with those unfathomable seniors all day long.

If Senior Fang wanted to take in his grandson, he, a child who was only 600 years old, would actually be extremely happy!

Boom!