"Giggles, don't let me be the examiner, just give me two fruits. Starling laughed.

"Stinky girl, why don't you go and become a bandit and robber? You don't care about cultivation, blackmail, and robbery while the fire is hot, but you are good at learning, and you learn well" The old Taoist was extremely corrupt, jumping to his feet and shouting.

"Why are you in such a hurry, and you haven't plucked your beard or burned your eyebrows! If you don't give me fruit, even if they have fairy roots, they will become gone. "Starlings began to threaten eerily.

Lao Dao panicked. He knew that this stinky starling really had such mana.

"Half a fruit, just half a fruit!" the old man raised his hand in pain.

"Half of the fruit has no medicinal effect, at least one. "Starlings are trying to give in.

Lao Dao secretly snickered proudly, but pretended to be very reluctant to take out a dragon's eye.

The fist of an adult man with a dragon eye is as big as a fist, green as jade, crystal clear, and fragrant.

Lao Dao reluctantly threw the dragon's eye into the air, and the starling laughed and flew away.

The old thief was embarrassed and happy. Asking for two for one, Lao Dao seems to think that he has earned it. Starling's empty gloves and white wolf didn't feel that he was at a loss. The two sides enjoyed themselves and made a temporary truce.

Lao Dao hurried up, took out a stone mirror, and looked at the three teenagers.

"Well, this kid really has a trace of fairy energy, why can't you see fairy bones" Lao Dao looked at the young man on the left, muttering puzzledly.

"That one has a sleepy Taoist who said that it will take a hundred years to grow. ”

The young man who was photographed was at a loss, and explained with a simple smile.

"Oh, there's some truth to that. But if you don't enter my immortal sect to cultivate, learn the art of immortality, how can you live for a hundred years" Lao Dao muttered, shining at the young man on the right.

This young man was a slender man, with long hands and feet, and even his head was more than an inch longer than the average person. Lying silkworm eyebrows, angry horse eyes, weighing nose, brazier mouth. It's like a living dragon.

"Hey, why is this also immortal and not immortal, what's going on?" the old Taoist was puzzled, scratching his ears and cheeks.

"Hmph, if there were fairy bones, they would have been taken away by others. What kind of boy do you need to run to you?" the long-faced young man dealt with honestly and unceremoniously with a wooden face.

"That's what I said" Lao Dao nodded slightly, and the stone treasure mirror was aimed at the young man in the middle.

"Sizzle" Lao Dao took a long breath of cool air and muttered depressedly:

"I finally met a person with excellent bones, why did the meridians become like this"

Lao Dao grabbed his hair hard, entangled and depressed, as if he wanted to cry loudly.

"Uncle Shi, what's wrong with you?" the middle-aged Taoist priest rushed forward to help the old Taoist and asked.

Regarding the war between Lao Dao and Little Starling, the middle-aged Taoist priest has long turned a blind eye. He counted the time, estimating that the battle should be over. Only then did the closure be lifted and I opened my eyes to watch.

At a glance, when he saw Lao Dao looking like he was grabbing the sky and the earth, wanting to die or live, and was about to splash and roll, he was puzzled and hurriedly dissuaded and asked.

In the cognition of the middle-aged Taoist priest, he, the uncle, is a character who is not in a hurry to burn his eyebrows. Don't look at the same little starling, blowing his beard and staring, jumping up and down, it's a joke.

really faces people and things, that is, someone burns the Xiandan Cave with a fire, and he is not in a hurry. Now, what's going on?

In the face of three stupid boys with straight eyebrows, what did he sprinkle and what did he do?

"The heavens are unfair, the ancestors are unfair! I have been waiting for three hundred years, just waiting for a successor. But what I was waiting for was three cripples, how is this good?"

"Uncle Shi, don't be joking! Tell me, what's going on with these three stupid boys?" the middle-aged Taoist priest asked with a smile on his face.

"What? I'm sad to be like this, and you kid still dare to say I'm joking?"

"You, don't you joke like this often," the middle-aged Taoist priest smiled awkwardly.

"See for yourself. Lao Dao handed the stone treasure mirror to the middle-aged Taoist priest, hiding his face and crying.

The middle-aged Taoist priest carefully inspected the three teenagers, and he couldn't cry or laugh.

No wonder the madman is crazy again. This is too torturous from God! I finally sent three people to sign up, but they were all crippled. It's not that pockmarks are not called pockmarks, but pit people

The Xiandan Cave recruits medicine children, what an attractive event. I think about the beginning, when to open the mountain gate, when to overcrowd. But later, fewer and fewer teenagers came to sign up.

People always come with hope, but they always return disappointed. Over time, fewer people signed up. It wasn't until 30 years ago that the number of teenagers who signed up was extinct.

It's been thirty years, and not a single teenager has signed up. I finally waited until today, three at once, and they all had some chance with the fairy road. But they are all half-crippled.

Not to mention that Shi Bo sa splashed and rolled, he also wanted to cry and wipe his tears and vent.

But Uncle Shi is a well-known madman in the world, and no one laughs at him. No, he's been making a fuss here for a long time, and no one in the trading area has taken a look. Including the worldly.

I really can't be the same as this teacher and uncle who has innate advantages. Not qualified.

The middle-aged Taoist priest hurriedly persuaded Lao Dao: "Uncle Shi, other people's elixir is not as good as your own herbs. Something is better than nothing. Disability takes a different path, sometimes more prominent than normal"

"Well, that makes sense. The old man jumped up and threw himself in front of the three teenagers, and the old cat looked at the mouse and watched carefully.

"Are you literate?" the middle-aged Taoist priest began to ask.

"Literacy. Whoever knows words, he will know. The starling poked his head out of the tree and answered.

"Is that so?" the middle-aged Taoist priest ignored the starling and looked at a young man to ask.

"Yes. The young man in the middle nodded earnestly in reply.

This young man has sharp eyebrows and a straight nose. Although it looks a little dumbfounded, as soon as he speaks, he becomes happy, and people can't help but feel close.

"Hey, that's not a small tone. Who are you learning from?" the middle-aged Taoist priest became interested.

"I don't know the name of the teacher. I only know that he is a sleepy Taoist who always sleeps all day long. The young man in the middle said with a smile.

"Who are you, what are your names, and what is the situation at home?" the middle-aged Taoist priest asked repeatedly.

"We are the people of Python Mountain thousands of miles away in the south. The three of us are cousins, and our surname is Chen. My name is Chen Dumb, this is my cousin Chen Along, and this is my cousin Chen Ahu. ”

The young man in the middle pointed to the long-faced young man, the same young man with a tiger's head, and introduced.

"What does he look like?" asked the old man with a glaring beard.

Dumb stammered, and described the image of the sleepy Taoist upside down.

"W-How does this look like that old thing?" said the old man with a roll of his eyes.

"Uncle Shi, who are you talking about?" the middle-aged Taoist priest asked in confusion.

"Is there an old thing in the world that is best to be sleepy?" asked the old man with a roll of his eyes.

"You, you're talking about him," the middle-aged Taoist priest opened his mouth in horror.