Gao Laozhuang at the foot of Fuling Mountain.

Green bamboo thickets, no wilderness, thatched huts, dotted with stars.

In front of the Nuo Manor, a clear stream flows, the spring water tinkles, the fish swim happily, reflecting the face of a young child on the shore.

The lips are red and the teeth are white, the eyebrows are clear and the eyes are beautiful, and he is a handsome young man.

But at this time, there was a vicissitudes in the child's big ink-like eyes, and he looked at the clear water in front of him with ripples, washing away his figure and face, and becoming blurred.

"Hey, I was accidentally crossed, it's still such a ghost place, the golden finger that I said, Sumeru Na Ring, old man, sweeping monk...... I didn't see a single one!"

Yuan Cheng is a good young man, not obsessed with TV or games, his only hobby is to read some novels, before he accidentally found a good book, which is the world he likes to Journey to the West, so he stayed up all night, stayed up all night to read in the quilt, and I don't know when he fell asleep......

When I woke up, I found that I had become like this, not only did my body become petite and weak, but even the clothes on my body were coarse cloth green shirts, black cloth pants underneath, a pair of straw sandals on my feet, and a black cloth towel wrapped around my head...... Obviously, it was a servant's outfit.

After knocking on the side of the people around him, Yuan Cheng got a result that made him stunned and couldn't sleep all night, that is, he not only crossed over, but also came to Gao Laozhuang, and became the next person who served tea and water to Gao Taigong, the third year of high school.

Yuan Cheng's first thought was not to climb the wall to see the beautiful Miss Cuilan, but to scream:

"There are youkai!"

This roar can startle all the men in the village, one by one, with long sticks and short sticks, their faces are flustered but they do not flee, following behind the three men, one old and two young, roaring and rushing.

"Senior year, where are the monsters?"

It was the middle-aged man who spoke in the lead, dressed in a black tight-fitting long suit, with an open hem, a blue belt around his waist, a wide face and a square mouth, his temples bulging high, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and his voice was like thunder.

Seeing this, the man saw the situation clearly, his face sank, he snorted coldly, and turned to leave.

Many of the servants of the nursing home who were originally nervous also looked unhappy, and their eyes at Yuan Cheng were quite unkind, and even scolded directly in a low voice, but they also turned around and left.

It was a dark-skinned young man who was a head taller than Yuan Cheng, and stepped forward and grinned:

"Senior year of high school, do you think it's too easy to serve tea and water to Taigong, so you play tricks on me when you have nothing to do?

Yuan Cheng had already recovered from the huge power of the man just now, and he was shocked when he heard the words, could it be that the person just now was a cultivator?

No wonder it gives him such a sense of oppression.

Seeing that Yuan Cheng was silent, the sense of superiority in Gao Cai's eyes became stronger and stronger, he glanced at Yuan Cheng up and down, and chuckled:

"That's right, just your thin arms and short legs, your face is as white as a woman, you may be able to make a *** if you sell it to Qinlou Chu Pavilion, as for Xiuzhen, hehe, it seems that it is really not suitable for you!"

The disdain in Gao Cai's words was overflowing, and there was a trace of imperceptible jealousy in his narrow eyes.

Yuan Cheng didn't hear the sarcasm in the other party's words, but he didn't pay attention to this, but asked rhetorically:

"Xiuzhen can become an immortal?"

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Cheng suddenly felt that he was very similar to the monkey with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth, and asked people if they might live forever.

"Haha, I don't know anything, Chengxian is just a rumor, you actually believe it?"

Gao Cai really understood Yuan Cheng's ignorance, thinking that he had been talking nonsense with a person who suffered from conjecture for so long, he suddenly felt bored, and he was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, he stopped again, punched the bowl-sized old bamboo next to him, made a muffled sound, and then raised his eyebrows to look at Yuan Cheng.

"What's the matter, this method of cultivating the truth is extremely powerful, worship me as a teacher, I will teach you!"

Seeing the corners of Gao Cai's mouth twitching, his face trembling, and his fists clenched, Yuan Cheng knew that this empty goods had a bit of brute strength, and his body was not enough to boil, so he suddenly lost interest, and pouted:

"Not interested!"

Yuan Cheng's disdain made him ashamed and angry, he snorted coldly, turned to leave, but swore in his heart that he must make Yuan Cheng look good.

"Ah, senior high, why do you want to offend Gao Cai's guy, he is already a beginner in cultivation, a disciple of Li Wan, a master in root cultivation, we are already different from him, be careful of being hated by him!"

The one who spoke was a short and stout young man with a simple face, about twelve or thirteen years old, but he was only a little taller than Yuan Cheng, which made Yuan Gong slender and straight.

Hearing the word "introduction to cultivation", Yuan Cheng hurriedly asked:

"Sophomore, tell me quickly, what's going on with Xiuzhen?"

After the vague explanation of the second year of high school, coupled with Yuan Cheng's previous life experience and speculation, this cultivation should be the same as those martial arts masters in his previous life, using countless treasure medicines to cultivate his body, and then using various methods of refining his body to boil his body.

Who is Yuan Cheng, that is Lao Bai, who has read countless online novels, and has been brainwashed by many authors with clear brains, so naturally he does not take such inferior cultivation methods in his eyes.

In his eyes, only the great sage who was in the sky and the earth was his object of study, and the rest, in the Journey to the West, were all gray and gray.

"Senior year of high school, senior year of high school, do you have to fetch water for so long?"

Hearing the shout, Yuan Cheng knew that it was the voice of the housekeeper Gao Yun, and hurriedly replied, without contemplation, he sank a kettle in the stream, and the clear spring water filled the kettle, got up and ran back quickly, and the bead-like droplets of water were sprinkled all the way.

From a distance, Yuan Cheng saw Gao Yun standing at the door, his expression gloomy, and his gaze at Yuan Cheng was extremely unkind.

Yuan Cheng knew that he had made a mistake and hurriedly admitted his mistake.

"I'm sorry, butler, I'm too late. ”

Gao Yun is the manager of this huge Gao Laozhuang, hundreds of people, and his identity is the east bed of Gao Taigong, the husband of Magnolia, before Gao Laozhuang recruited his parents, he was the future heir.

"Senior high school, I heard that you have been unable to give up for the past two days, is it because you are too depressed in this Gao Laozhuang?"

Hearing Gao Yun say this, a look of doubt flashed in Yuan Cheng's eyes, what does this mean, to let himself out and relax?

But immediately Yuan Cheng came back to his senses, just kidding, he is a person of later generations, and the plot he has seen is equal to the life of many people, where do you not know the meaning of Gao Yun's words, he just wants to drive him away.

"The housekeeper has misunderstood, being able to work by the side of the prince, the senior is very grateful for the care of the adults, how dare he expect anything else. ”

Hearing this, Gao Yun's expression was slightly gloomy, obviously very satisfied with Yuan Ying's words, although Yuan Ye was able to do this idle thing, mainly because he was handsome, and he was also obedient and careful, but in Gao Yun's opinion, this was mainly due to his wisdom and the essence of employing people.

With a sigh of relief in his heart, Gao Yun's mind moved, and he said:

"That's it, tomorrow Gao will take someone to collect rent outside the village, since you have nothing to do, it's okay to go out for a walk. “

Hearing this, Yuan Ye was overjoyed, he had been here for half a month, and found that Zhu Gang had not yet appeared, but Miss Na Cuilan had been in her teens for seven years, and she was still in the boudoir for a long time, which made Yuan Cheng feel that the journey to the west was about to start.

At that time, Gao Laozhuang must have three years of ups and downs, Yuan Cheng, as a person of later generations, always feels that he should do something, otherwise a hundred years later, it will turn into a handful of loess, wouldn't it be a pity?

No, in his current state, it is still a question whether he will live to be 100 years old.

This place belongs to the Wusi Tibetan country, the folk style is fierce, the cultivation is really the wind, and I heard that the surrounding mountains and rivers are full of long insects raging, the big demon is rampant, and there are more large and small mountain bandits roaring to gather in the mountains and forests.

Gao Laozhuang has a population of less than 500, but he spent a lot of money to envelop a master of cultivation, Li Wan, and actively supported him to teach his apprentices, and there are as many as 30 nursing homes, which shows the injustice of the world.

Of course, Yuan Cheng knew that in front of Zhu Gangguan, these were all ashes and dust, and he waved his hand.

In the dead night, Yuan Cheng sat on the thatched roof, looked up at the sky, and saw a bright moon, white and flawless, and a few wisps of residual clouds drifted by, adding a bit of loneliness to it.

Yuan Cheng held his chin with both hands, his jade-like eyes stared straight at the bright moon, but his mind flew thousands of miles away......

Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, the blue sea and the blue sky and the night heart, fairy, are you lonely?