The stars change, and the universe changes. In the blink of an eye, time has passed.

The Bodhi Patriarch taught Sun Wukong only a lot of effort between his fingers, while it took a whole year to preach Han Bufan.

In a year, the clothes on the body are no longer so loose, and they have just become close-fitting. In this strange space, only Patriarch Bodhi felt the traces of time on his body, and the long time was like a dream for Han Bufan.

"Have you slept enough? After the Bodhi Patriarch got up and knocked Han Bufan's head with the dust tail, he slowly left with his hands behind his back.

Han Bufan snorted lightly and woke up in a daze, looking dazed.

"When you wake up, you leave quickly. Remember, don't say my name, don't look for Sun Wukong. “

The voice of the Bodhi Patriarch came from all directions, constantly echoing under the starry sky, constantly fading this Han Bufan's blankness.

In the time of a stick of incense, Han Bufan woke up completely, and the words of Patriarch Bodhi were deeply imprinted in his mind. It's just that he is not allowed to say his name, and the words that don't let him go to Sun Wukong are too unpleasant, making him like a broom star. Avoid it.

In the space, the starry sky was dim and pitch black. Han Bufan had been sleeping dimly for a year, and when he woke up, it was pitch black and he didn't know where to go. He only knew that he was in the innate realm in the cultivation realm, a peerless master among mortals, and the golden handwriting engraved in his mind. That golden handwriting is a half-way formula!

Just as Han Bufan had just finished recalling and getting up, the unknown large array under his feet quietly operated. Then, in the blink of an eye, the pitch-black environment was replaced by a mountain forest scene.

Han Bufan also guessed that this was the means of the Bodhi Patriarch, so he didn't think about it, but just sighed in his heart: It's really convenient.

Now in the past year, Han Bufan has been congenitally cultivated, not only has he grown taller, but his eyesight and physical strength have also become excellent.

Looking far along the mountain road at your feet, you can see one of the cities through the layers of hazy mist.

Han Bufan's heart was comfortable, he had long wanted to leave this broken ravine. Coming and going all day long, in addition to monkeys, there are trees and grass flowers, and then flowers and trees. It's a complete torture for a person like him who itches in his bones and doesn't have any literary and artistic knots!

With a general direction, Han Bufan did not delay at all and hurried on the road.

Although this city is in sight, it is almost a few hundred miles away, and there is a wheat field in the middle.

Han Bufan didn't prepare anything, and he couldn't prepare anything.

Although he walked like a fly, he only reached the foot of the city wall when it was dark.

Along the way, Han Bufan basically didn't eat anything, and now he was lying hungry under the city wall of the confinement gate, looking so uncomfortable.

The cold wind blew, making Han Bufan shiver. In desperation, Han Bufan had no choice but to jump onto the city gate.

"Damn, it's really tormenting, if it keeps messing around like this, I'm going to have a stomach problem. ”

With a word, Han Bufan fell asleep.

Before dawn, Han Bufan woke up, completely hungry.

When he came back and stroked his lower abdomen, he took advantage of the darkness to jump off the city wall.

"I'm hungry. ”

At the edge of the pond, under the urging of hunger and thirst, he didn't care about the quality of the water, so he directly scooped up the water with a spoon and drank it to his stomach.

The sky was white, and Han Bufan suddenly smelled the fragrance of flour. This is undoubtedly a great test for the hungry and cold! Walking against the incense, the number of people in the streets of the city has increased unconsciously. Not far in front of him, a father and daughter were busy with their own division of labor, one kneading flour and the other covering a steamer.

The fragrance tempted Han Bufan to have a bad thought in his mind, but then a majestic voice erased it.

Once in the office, a tall man said sharply: "Follow me in the future, and you will look good to do that thing again!"

"Old man, I'll go to you, won't I starve to death if this doesn't change!?" Han Bufan was scolding in his heart, and slowly moved his steps up.

Just as his hand was about to touch the fragrant white and tender steamed buns, a pleasant voice came: "Little brother, how many steamed buns do you want?"

The one who spoke was the girl who had covered the steamer before, and she was sixteen or seventeen years old.

Looking at the girl's moving smiling face, Han Bufan gritted his teeth, frowned, and finally made up his mind!

"Woo, pretty sister, I'm so hungry, can you give me a few steamed buns?" Han Bufan pouted, crying and crying, putting on a pitiful look.

"Huh?" The girl was stunned for a moment, and after seeing that his face was haggard, she immediately wrapped a few big steamed buns in yellow paper and stuffed them into his arms: "Eat quickly, but you have to pay attention to the big uncle next to you, don't let him see it." ”

Looking at the steaming white steamed bun in his arms, Han Bufan immediately took a big bite.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. The girl smiled, and her eyes involuntarily glanced at her father, who was kneading the dough.

The stomach of the innate master is not covered, there is no choking at all, and the yellow paper is gone without a cup of tea.

"Uh" Han Bufan burped, and he didn't have to throw away the paper, he looked up at the girl and smiled: "Beautiful sister, what's your name, I will definitely thank you in the future." ”

The girl saw that he was doing well, and she didn't pay attention to where the paper went, so she waved her hand and smiled happily: "Thank you, my name is Chen Qiuyu, the star of Chen, the autumn rain of autumn rain." Remember?"

"Remembered, remembered. Han Bufan nodded again and again, still putting on a cute face. Who called him little and cute? I can't help it, alas......

"Qiu Yu, are there any guests coming?" Chen Tian, who kneaded the dough, put down the dough and turned around and walked over.

When Chen Qiuyu heard the voice, he immediately blinked playfully and whispered, "Don't let him see it, hehe." ”

Don't let you see it, don't let it be caught, don't you just run away! In the blink of an eye, Han Bufan's figure was gone.

"Dad!" Chen Qiuyu called sweetly, so that Chen Tian's heart softened.

"What about people?" asked Tatsuten.

"What about someone, no one?" Chen Qiuyu blinked her beautiful big eyes, smiled and looked around a few times as she spoke.

This is also too fake...... The author frowned and squinted his eyes to wipe his sweat......

"No one is still working, otherwise how can they be busy in the future?" Chen Tian's tone was fierce, and his eyes stayed in the direction of Han Bufan's departure for a moment.

"Don't be fierce, just take a break. Chen Qiuyu muttered dissatisfied, turned around and started working again.

Not far away, in the alley. Han Bufan leaned against the wall, propping up his little head and thinking: How to make money? If you have money, you can talk about anything......

As his eyes rolled in circles, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a green smoke rising from the courtyards of the houses.

"Demon spirit!"

Han Bufan exclaimed, then clapped his hands and laughed, his eyes shining golden.

"Here's the money!