Su Xingxuan didn't know about the fat shopkeeper's words, if he knew, I was afraid that even he wouldn't know how to answer, he could only say that it wasn't a good time, nor was it a coincidence, but it was just expected.

The inn has not changed in the slightest for hundreds of years, and the nicks of a hundred years ago are still there a hundred years later, and the little guy a hundred years ago is also dressed up as always, with ordinary faces, there is no difference, the only difference is that the people and demons and immortals who come and go are different.

After coming in, Su Xingxuan did not rush back to the room, but waited in the lobby like a fat shopkeeper, but the fat shopkeeper was waiting for guests, and he was waiting for several main characters in this world.

Fortunately, Su Xingxuan's time to come was really coincidental, but he didn't wait long, almost as soon as he sat down, he saw a flash of white light in front of him, an old man with white hair and white hair, and even his body was pure white, hurriedly ran in, his frightened eyes swept in the lobby in a panic, found a corner and sat down.

Seeing this, Su Xingxuan hooked the corners of his lips, and recognized that this old man who looked old was just a white ginseng essence who had been cultivating for two hundred years, and he looked old, and he was really not as old as Xiaoqing.

Not long after the old man sat down, there was a change at the door, Su Xingxuan glanced at it, and saw a tall monk holding a Zen staff, wearing a hat, and full of awe-inspiring spirits, hurriedly walked in.

Hearing this familiar laughter, Fahai's face suddenly changed, his body turned suddenly, like King Kong's angry eyes, his eyes looked at Su Xingxuan angrily, his voice involuntarily rose a few points, and he was shocked and angry: "Is it you?" But he unconsciously put on a defensive posture, for Su Xingxuan's jealousy, I'm afraid Fahai himself didn't expect it.

Seeing Fahai's appearance of a frightened bird, Su Xingxuan couldn't help but shake his head and said with a smile, "The monk doesn't have to be like this, unless necessary, Poor Dao won't do anything with you, just see an acquaintance and say hello, I didn't expect to scare you enough, it's just that, since the monk doesn't wait to see me, I also save myself from being an eyesore in front of you, you sit here, I'll go look around." With that, Su Xingxuan got up and walked to the other side.

Seeing this, Fahai immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but after sitting down, he still glanced at Su Xingxuan who was leaving, and his mind to collect the demon was a little less unconscious, and a little more confused about Su Xingxuan's more than half a step.

"Hey, brother, it's here, it's here!" As soon as he walked to another corner of the lobby, Su Xingxuan didn't have time to sit down, when he heard a loud voice coming from outside the door.

Seeing the two of them, especially the huge luck on Xu Xian's body like a cloud hanging from the sky, Su Xingxuan's face suddenly had a smile, crisscrossing the heavens and all worlds, needless to say, the luck on his body is rich and amazing, but it is the first time that Su Xingxuan has seen it to the extent that Xu Xian is like this.

However, the smile on Su Xingxuan's face did not last long, when his eyes moved to the beard, the smile on his face was stiff, for the cultivation of the beard, Su Xingxuan had already expected that it would not be very strong, and he had already been mentally prepared, but even if he had been prepared for a long time, when he saw the bearded man's cultivation, Su Xingxuan still couldn't help but have a hatred of iron and steel.

Martial arts cultivation is just that, but when you first enter the innate realm, in this world with abundant aura, basically regardless of your qualifications, as long as you are diligent enough, you can basically achieve it, and Su Xingxuan can't look down on it, but that body of cultivation has not even entered the realm of real people, not only that, but the aura of a body is also mottled, sometimes aggregated, sometimes scattered, in this case, it is almost like a numbness.

Seeing this, Su Xingxuan simply slapped him to death with one palm, whether this is how poor his qualifications are, or how lazy he is, to be able to come to this point in this kind of world with abundant aura, for a while, Su Xingxuan didn't know whether he should slap this unworthy descendant to death with one palm or revive his master, and then slap him to death.

Just when Su Xingxuan was speechless, he saw that the inconspicuous bell on Baliang's body suddenly floated, and the bell rang loudly, heading straight for Su Xingxuan.

"Alas, what are you doing, what are you doing? Stop, stop, where is Grandpa Baliang here? Stop!" Looking at the bell that suddenly rang, Baliang hurriedly shouted, although the fat body is dexterous, and he is still alive between moves, but how does Su Xingxuan look at it, how does it look like a ball of meat rolling on the ground, especially when he found that for this soul bell, Baliang can't be controlled by magic, and can only hang behind to grab it with his hands, he suddenly felt a burst of itching in his hands, as if he was beating two people out of anger.

In such a short period of time, the bell was already dripping and turning, falling in front of Su Xingxuan's eyes, shaking extremely jubilantly, making a crisp and melodious ringtone, that eager look, as if the wanderer who had not returned home for a long time was as excited as seeing his father at home, although this soul bell only had a little spirituality, without the slightest wisdom at all, but seeing this scene, Su Xingxuan's heart was also soft, remembering the emotions of practicing the soul bell three hundred years ago and handing it to Gu Dong, his eyes showed a rare trace of tenderness and nostalgia, and he slowly stretched out his hand.

Seeing that his own bell went straight to Su Xingxuan, and stopped in front of his eyes, Ba Liang was stunned, since the master passed the bell to himself, he had never encountered this situation, and what made Ba Liang even more unbelievable was that when he stretched out his hand, the bell actually fell gently in his palm, as if Su Xingxuan was its owner.

Stretched out his hand and touched the soul bell twice, feeling the uneven touch coming from his fingertips, the anger in Su Xingxuan's heart also dissipated, that's it, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, besides, these eight taels may not be good for cultivation, but a heart to the Tao is full, and looking at the luck on his body, it is also a sign of late blooming.

(End of chapter)