With the shamelessness of this pig-headed person, he soon became acquainted with Xiao Cen Xiang and them.

As a result, who would have thought that this pig-headed man was so lazy that he ate Xiao Cen Xiang and their free barbecue for half a month without face or skin, but he didn't see him wake up the Fighting Holy Buddha.

This made both the Cen brothers and Yang Bao'er angry, and they felt that their IQ had been insulted.

They are obviously smart and clever, but they were deceived by a pig, they can't bear it!

They didn't doubt that this pig-headed man was that Zhu Bajie, after all, looking at the Three Realms, an immortal Buddha like him with a strange appearance and distinctive characteristics was actually relatively easy to identify.

Moreover, the whistling dog has been identified with the dog's nose, and this pig is the pig!

When the old pig failed to summon the Fighting Holy Buddha again, Cen Xiang couldn't help but pat his big belly and ask him, "Old pig, what about your conscience? You touch it, your conscience has been eaten by the Roaring Heavenly Dog! Even our teenage children can't bear to be deceived, won't your conscience hurt?"

The roaring dog squinted at Cen Xiang with a pair of titanium alloy dog eyes, "......"

The pig's head bar slurred the big pig's mouth, emm......

"Conscience ache or something, it's definitely not going to happen, it's ...... in this life"

"Well, my old pig thinks that this is the case, you look at the roar, your cultivation foundation is too thin, and your qualifications are average, especially Xiao Cen An...... Nana, old pig, I am an honest person, telling the truth, although I don't like it, but it is the truth...... Xiao Cen Xiang, what do you mean by this, put the knife down!"

In the woods, Xiao Cen Xiang held a pig-killing knife and chased the old pig for a random chop.

"Xiao Cen Xiang, if you have something to say, my old pig is a Sven person, let's not do it!"

"Do you want to do it?"

Yang Baoer listened, giggled, and clapped her little hands to add oil to Xiao Cen Xiang.

And Xiao Cen An's expression was obviously a little low.

Because what this pig's head said when he was not heard, but it is the truth.

They have been practicing with Yang Bao'er for more than a month. In the past month or so, Cen Xiang's cultivation speed can definitely be described as 'a thousand miles a day, advancing by leaps and bounds'.

But he said too much, Xiao Cen An felt that his face was full of tears, and his life was full of gloom.

He found that even though his physique had improved a lot, compared to Cen Xiang, he was still too ordinary, so ordinary that he felt empty and hopeless.

What is the most painful thing in the world?

It's just that I watched my former friends become gods one by one, and I was still a little fighter.

It's just that I watched my former friends become big money one by one, and I am still a poor egg.

It's just watching my former friends start a family one by one, and I still have nothing.

It is to watch his brother go farther and farther, faster and faster, while he is standing still.

......

Xiao Cen An is now struggling and suffering in this 'predicament'.

Although he had been mentally prepared, when the facts proved it, he found that this kind of preparation was far from enough, and he would still be sad and envious.

Xiao Cen Xiang chased the old pig and slashed wildly, Yang Baoer clapped his hands on the side, Xiao Cen An got up and walked towards the forest, he felt that he needed to be quiet.

The insects and birds are chirping in the ears, the trees above the head are bursting, the fragrance of the grass and trees is mixed with the breath of spring mud, the dead wood has drawn new branches, and the green mountains are new and green.

He found out that he had been going out with Cen Xiang for more than half a year.

He walked through the forest in a trance, his thoughts were flying, and he heard a sudden sound of axes and logging in the forest in front of him, as well as a song, "Watching chess is rotten, Dai Mu Ding Ding, Yunbian Gukou Xu Xing, selling salary and wine, laughing and self-indulgent." The autumn is high, and the pine roots of the moon pillow are bright. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break the withered vine with an axe. Harvest into a load, in the song market, easy rice three liters. There is no competition, the price is mediocre, there will be no clever calculations, no honor and disgrace, and tranquility will prolong life. Where they meet, they are not immortals, and they sit quietly and talk about the Yellow Court. (Excerpt from "Journey to the West")

Xiao Cen An came back to his senses, and when he was curious, he walked closer, and saw a middle-aged man in a short shirt holding an axe to cut wood and chop wood, sweating like rain, so he asked: "Uncle said, 'Where we meet, if you are not an immortal, you are the way, sit quietly and talk about Huang Ting', you must be a figure in the immortals, but why do you have to work so hard to chop wood?"

The middle-aged man raised his head, wiped the sweat on his forehead and face with a sweat towel, and said with a smile: "Little brother, I don't have enough food and clothing, how dare I be a 'fairy'?"

"Even if you are not an immortal, how can you say the words 'where you meet, if you are not an immortal, you are the way'?"

"This poem is given by an immortal, it is not done by a clumsy man, and the clumsy man does not know the big characters, how can he make these songs. The middle-aged man laughed dryly, and then asked: "Seeing that the little brother is dressed with a bearing, he is not an ordinary person, how can he come here? In this deep mountain and old forest, there are often fierce beasts, and the little brother should go back quickly, don't let the beasts kill and cause the family to grieve!"

When Xiao Cen An heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, was silent for a while, and then asked: "Since the uncle has the fate to see the immortal chief, he has the immortal fate, why don't you learn the Tao and practice with the immortal chief, but he is willing to be ordinary?"

"Ha ......" The middle-aged uncle laughed loudly and said: "The humble man has mediocre qualifications, and he has never read and read, how can he cultivate immortals and seek the Tao?"

Xiao Cen An pondered and said, "Uncle has ever regretted the loss?"

The middle-aged uncle sighed lightly: "There must be a loss, but the qualifications are a gift from my parents, what can I do? And the kindness of my parents has not been repaid, and I have a good wife and filial son, how can I bear to abandon it? Therefore, I regret it, but it is completely unnecessary!"

Xiao Cen An listened and thought thoughtfully.

After a long time, he said: "Uncle thinks it's a pity?

The middle-aged uncle thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "My parents often say that when a person lives, he can do as much work as he has and eat as much food as he has when he has as much strength as he has in life. I have no qualifications, no knowledge, and what can I do except for being stupid? Qiu Xian asked, if it's not my strength, why bother asking for trouble?"

The middle-aged uncle said, began to chop wood again, and then tied a load, picked it and left, and sang the previous song leisurely as he walked.

Xiao Cen An sat under the root of a tree, thoughtful.

The clumsy man carried the firewood, walked not far away, and disappeared with a flicker.

When it reappeared, it had already appeared on top of the Emei Golden Dome.

The middle-aged uncle was transformed by Erqing.

When I came to Emei Mountain before, I felt that their breath stayed here, and Er Qing was really curious in his heart. I thought that Xiang Cen and they came to Xishu, and with Cen Xiang's protagonist template, it should not be a problem to apprentice to the Sword Pavilion. But who would have thought that he would come to this Emei Mountain!

Could it be that Cen Xiang wants to apprentice with Brother Monkey?

But where did he hear the news?

How could the pig be here?