Gao Zhihao collected the raw materials that had not been used up, sorted and packed the refined pills, cleaned up the three Dan furnaces, and went back to the house with the whiteboard, and climbed onto the bed with only a thin mattress and a broken quilt.

Sleeping peacefully in the middle of the night, Gao Zhihao felt like he had a very strange dream, in the dream, his mother sat sideways on the edge of his bed, carefully combed the broken hair on his forehead, and looked gentle and kind.

Gao Zhihao clearly remembered that the kind mother in the dream told him, son, don't blame the mother, the mother did this for your own good, in the future, you have to walk a long way, very lonely, no one can accompany you, or help you, you can only rely on yourself, you can only move forward, turn back, it will be a catastrophe.

Mother, Zhihao is not afraid, Zhihao does not blame you.

A tear slid down the corner of Gao Zhihao's eyes, and he wanted to open his eyes and get up, but he seemed to be pressed by a ghost, and he couldn't move.

Whew.

The fat little body of the whiteboard squatted on Gao Zhihao's chest, and his wet tongue left a long and clear water stain on Gao Zhihao's face.

"I'm cǎo your uncle, tabula rasa! I said, how can I be pressed by a ghost!

Feeling the sticky water stains on his face, Gao Zhihao suddenly came to his senses, opened his eyes, and turned to the head of the whiteboard, and drove it down from his chest, "You foodie, you don't grow tall, this weight is getting more and more solid!"

Whew.

The tabula rasa has long been accustomed to Gao Zhihao's lesson, sneered proudly, jumped to the ground, twisted his little butt and went out of the house, it was he who said to let it tabula rasa get up early to wake him up, if it wasn't for the fear that the fart would directly smoke him from falling asleep to dizzy, it wouldn't be too lazy to waste its saliva!

This bastard, sure enough, is just like his mother's comment, a little conscienceless!

After getting up and freshening up a little, Gao Zhihao hugged the whiteboard and left the house with the deed of shop he got from Ji Haihan.

From Xianglong Town to Windy City, there are more than ten miles of road, with the foot strength of ordinary people, it takes more than an hour, but Gao Zhihao can draw a force enhancement charm for himself, which can save a lot of work.

Of course, there are also inconvenient places in the power booster, for example, it can't be used when there are many people, otherwise, the speed is too fast, and there is nowhere to dodge and it will hit people directly...... The consequences should be unimaginable!

Gao Zhihao put all his belongings into the magic bag of the whiteboard, and carried it in the grass and trees beside the road, not because he didn't like to take the road, but because he was afraid that his actions would disturb the horses of the passing merchants and cause unnecessary trouble.

He's a trouble-hating person, so when he can, he will try his best to avoid it.

Windy City, is an old city that has experienced a long time, just because of population growth, it has been demolished and expanded three times, the city lord is hereditary by a family surnamed Feng, because the city lord of this generation has made meritorious contributions, and was renamed Windy City by the current lord of the cold star country, to this year's Spring Festival, just forty years.

According to rumors, the city lord surnamed Feng is an old man with strange behavior, ordinary, there are only a handful of people who stay in the city lord's mansion to review official documents, but he is tired of going out to wander around, and he is tired of it all year round.

Speaking of this old man, he is not a bad person, he never gets angry when he hears people say bad things about him, he never gets angry or does not say anything when he hears that the people have been wronged or suffered, and he will give a helping hand, the only fly in the ointment is that he gave birth to a sick seedling and a single seedling, in order to treat this son, he has to go back to use it when he sees someone who has rare medicinal materials!

Although a lot of money is given, but ...... But after all, it is a favor for others, leaving a flaw on his own reputation!

As everyone knows, people with congenital deficiencies are not cured by mortal medicines, for this reason, the old man of the city lord also ran to Xianglong Town, because he had a little friendship with Gao Xiangchen, he got a wooden card given by Gao Xiangchen to be able to enter and exit Xianglong Town freely.

Gao Zhihao knew that, in fact, the old city lord's son's illness could be completely cured, and the pills needed were only good grades or above.

As far as he is concerned, don't say that it is just a good Xingqi Pill, which is a holy product and an immortal product, and it is not a problem, but he is now missing the formula and ingredients in his hands, and the identity of the alchemist has not yet been examined.

"Anyway, it's not a fatal emergency, so just let that sick seedling wait a little longer!"

Thinking of this, Gao Zhihao dispelled the idea of going to the City Lord's Mansion to recommend himself, stretched out his hand, rubbed his little head on the whiteboard again, stopped more than twenty meters away from the city gate, and removed the booster charm on his leg, "Let's go and see the shop that belongs to us, by the way, write down the things that need to be purchased, and buy them in a while!"

Whew!

The whiteboard called lazily, reminding Gao Zhihao not to forget to buy cloth and cotton, and sew it for it, the soft cushion it had long dreamed of, for sleeping, and then he turned over and continued to doze off.

"You spineless little coward! In addition to eating all day long, you just sleep, can you still have a little bit of fun!"

Laughing and poking the back of the whiteboard's head, Gao Zhihao slowly walked out of the bushes, walked towards the crowd that had formed a long line, and waited for the city gate to open, "Look at those diligent spirit beasts who practice in winter and summer, they are also spirit beasts, don't you feel shy?"

Whew.

The tabula rasa didn't feel that there was anything wrong or bad about being lazy, so he clicked his mouth twice, turned over, and continued to sleep, completely taking Gao Zhihao's words as a deaf ear, it was a great tabula rasa, a high-level spirit beast that was naturally more powerful than the spirit beasts next to him.

Let it be like those waste snacks with insufficient IQ and bad bones, stupidly doing things that can't get results at all?

Dream!

Don't!

It's not so funny!

"You're so lazy, does your father know?"

Shook his head helplessly, Gao Zhihao, as always, chose to condone the arrogance of the little bastard of the tabula rasa for no reason, anyway, it will only follow him in the future, his temper is a little stinky, he is a little arrogant, he will not dislike it, just let it be happy!

Woohoo! Woooo

Listening to Gao Zhihao ask himself, the whiteboard instinctively agreed to a "I don't know", thought about it, felt that it seemed a little wrong, and promised a "know", and then thought about it, it seems that it is still a little uncomfortable, this ...... Doesn't this mean admitting that you are lazy whether you know or not?

This stinky ** pits it!

Vile!

Shameless!

Dirty!

Stinky and shameless!

The whiteboard that feels like you're at a loss is in a bad mood, and the way it uses it to vent your bad mood is to sleep!

The deity can't beat you in reality, and can't destroy you in a dream, torture you, and make you kowtow to the deity and beg for mercy, but obey?

Hum!

Seeing that the whiteboard hummed a few times, he turned over and fell asleep again, Gao Zhihao sighed helplessly, pulled his placket, and covered it a little bit, in case it slept cold...... I don't know, is this good or bad......

"Hey, little brother, what are you raising here?"

Gao Zhihao was thinking about the "lazy" stall of the whiteboard, and a dry old man came to his side, looked at the whiteboard in his clothes, only a handful of white-haired whiteboard was exposed, and asked him with curiosity.

Listening to someone talking to him, Gao Zhihao instinctively turned his head, nodded politely towards the source of the voice, and then raised his eyes to look at the person who was talking to him.

A short and thin old man, with a rickety waist, a face with dense folds, small eyes like one of many folds, a little collapsed nose, a huge mosquito bite bag, made his whole person look a little more happy, and he was wearing a white-washed linen green coat, although it was a little old, but it was clean and flat, not at all like a person who did rough work to make a living.

"It's a greyhound, not yet in its infancy, and a bit of a snooze. ”

After seeing the supernatural powers of the two brothers on the tabula, how can Gao Zhihao continue to regard it as a grey dog? But, knowing that he knows and dealing with others, it is better to be low-key and humble, otherwise, with his such a fart ability, how can he resist the competition of others?

However, he really forgot to ask the two brothers on the tabula rasa what kind of spirit beast their family belonged to, obviously they were all brothers, why didn't they look alike.

By the way, the white spirit beast once said that they are not a mother.

That's not right!

"Spirit Animal Spectrum" said that it is not a breed of spirit beast, and they can't mate and give birth to offspring, even if they are not a mother, they should all be of the same breed, why do they grow so different? !

That's kind of interesting!

When the whiteboard wakes up, you have to ask it clearly!

If there is an error in the record on the "Spirit Animal Spectrum", then he has to go back to tell his grandfather Gao Xiangchen as soon as possible!

"Your Excellency is an immortal cultivator?!"

The old man who spoke obviously didn't know much about the grade of the spirit beast, but simply had an instinctive admiration for the immortal cultivators, and when he heard Gao Zhihao say that the white-haired puppy that he had already raised in his house was a spirit dog, his eyes immediately widened in surprise, and even the eyes that looked at the tabula rasa were a little instinctively respectful.

Mortals admire immortal cultivators, and feel that immortal cultivators are all powerful and omnipotent, and this old man is obviously among them.

"For the time being, it's just a casual practice, and there is no apprenticeship. ”

Gao Zhihao didn't want to be a charlatan, so he told the old man truthfully about his situation, he just came to see the shop that his mother casually threw to him, and planned to do business in this Windy City, not wanting to attract too much attention.