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An Yang watched him carefully put the money into the box, and couldn't help asking, "Is Daochang Li very short of money?" ”

"Since you and I are both cultivators, we don't need to be called Dao Chiefs, and I'm not a Dao Leader, I just know how to play tricks." Li Changsheng waved his hand, "Cultivators shouldn't be greedy for money, but Poor Dao wants to find a place to live when he is old, and people who cultivate are also people, so Poor Dao took a fancy to the prosperity of this and state city, and there happened to be an abandoned Taoist temple outside the city. ”

"Wherever you are, walking the rivers and lakes, everyone has a time when they are short of money." An Yang waved his hand, secretly wrote down the gym outside the city in his heart, and looked at the money in the box, "But fellow Daoist, if you want to repair a gym with this money, I'm afraid it's still a little lacking, right?" ”

Li Changsheng said helplessly: "If it's not enough, it's not enough, looking at this silver, the life savings of ordinary families are far inferior, and the poor road only wants a place to shelter from the wind and rain, but it will be enough." ”

An Yang nodded, thinking that this Taoist priest was also open-minded, and suddenly asked: "Dare to ask Daoyou, how did you find out that I am a cultivator?" ”

Li Changsheng laughed a few times and said: "I see that although the Taoist friend is dressed normally, his eyebrows are extraordinary, and his bearing is far beyond the reach of others, although the Taoist friend is hidden and can't see it, and the poor Dao can't see the reason, but this alone is enough to make the Taoist stand in the crowd like a chicken, plus the looming mana fluctuations on the Daoyou's body, it has not converged, and the poor Dao is not blind, how can you not see it?" ”

An Yang suddenly realized, and then said: "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, it's not that I didn't converge, but I don't know how to converge, and I ask the Taoist to ask for advice!" ”

Li Changsheng was stunned for a moment, and looked at him carefully: "Won't converge?" ”

An Yang nodded: "The person who taught me only gave me a method of vomiting, but did not teach me how to use it." ”

Li Changsheng suddenly realized: "I see, I also said, the mana on your body is upright, strong and heavy, at first glance, it comes from a famous and decent family, I am afraid that the cultivation is higher than the poor road, how can I not know the convergence, it seems that the master who taught you the method of vomiting only hopes that you will use this to strengthen your body and prolong your life, or not, anyway, the method of convergence is also very simple, and the poor road just knows a little bit about it, so I will teach you." ”

Under the elm tree, a Taoist and a scholar sat together and didn't know what to say.

About touching a small half pillar of incense, Anyang completely figured out how to hide, and sure enough, as Li Changsheng said, this method of convergence is very simple, that is, without Li Changsheng's guidance, he can figure it out himself, but there are no cultivators in the world he has experienced before, and naturally no one can see that he is cultivating Kunlun Duel, so there is no need to restrain his own qi.

"Okay, the Taoist friends have also learned, the poor road should leave, go out of the city to the west ten miles, it is the abandoned Taoist temple that the poor Taoist said, welcome the Taoist friends to come as guests in the future."

"Thank you, Daoist Li, please go slowly."

Seeing the Taoist holding the box in one hand and the little Taoist priest in the other, he looked helpless.

Originally, he had the idea of directly using force to threaten Li Changsheng to hand over the spell, but he didn't know anything about the cultivators in this world, and he was afraid of accidents, and the means revealed by this person were so magical, especially this strange child, so he chose to test it first under jealousy, but it was this temptation that went wrong, how did he know that this person was so good at talking, and taught him the art of convergence without saying a word.

Now the two of them have more or less a friendship, but how easy is it for him to start!

Fortunately, the proportion of time between this world and the real world is greater than that of Parlance, and he can stay for a few more months if he is not in a hurry.

The Taoist gradually walked away, and An Yang tried the technique of convergence, and soon became familiar with it, this small method is also very practical, just like holding his breath.

The only drawback is that this qi can not be held at any time, and when encountering a cultivator with outstanding sensibility, I am afraid that he will be discovered before he has time to rein in his own breath, but the solution is not impossible, usually people who have achieved cultivation are relying on the accumulation of these small means day after day and year after year to turn these small means into energy, and deliberately hold their breath into breath and heartbeat, so they do not need to run deliberately.

Naturally, he didn't have the time for this run-in, but he had other means.

"Seventeen, build a model and control the operation of the convergence technique at any time."

"The model is being built, the estimated completion time, ten minutes."

Seventeen is that he gave the name of the bio-assisted chip, or the name of the intelligent system on the chip, and the acquisition was also very casual, and with a sweep of his eyes, the two numbers he touched became its name.

Ten minutes later, everything was settled.

As the evening approaches, the golden red light is sprinkled on the surface of the Qingyue River, reflecting the colorful shadows, as soon as the wind blows, it is crumpled into fine points of light, the men and women who are walking by the river to enjoy the scenery go home, and the canopy boat slowly moves under the penny of the boatman's house, pulling out a long wave trail on the river surface.

Anyang walked back to his dilapidated home in this world, the old man had already prepared the meal, it was still green vegetables with no salt taste, and a bowl of rice full of sweet potatoes, but there was an extra pair of chopsticks than expected.

He put something on the table and asked suspiciously, "What, there is a guest here today?" ”

The old man's body was slightly rickety, his face was full of wrinkles, but he smiled and said, "What did you buy again, I don't know what happened to you these days, you always buy something and come back!" ”

An Yang casually untied the rope, turned over the hard yellow paper, and said: "I sold another poem today and made a lot of silver, don't go to the tea shop, get something good to eat every day." ”

"How can this work, how many poems can you sell, it's better to save the fame of the exam, it's going to be autumn next year, it's not good to prepare!" The old man said, but he smelled an indescribable aroma of meat, and couldn't help but look at a finely chopped roast chicken wrapped in yellow paper, and his face gradually became stiff, "Why are you so wasteful, tell me, what poems are you selling today?" ”

Anyang responded casually: "The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue." ”

The old man immediately exclaimed: "Good poetry, good poetry, promising, promising!" ”

An Yang's eyes glanced at him, the old man was also a businessman when he was young, and he recognized the words, but if he really wanted to tell him what good poems were not good or not, it was estimated that his only basis was whether it sounded good or not, and it was not catchy.

At this time, a small head the size of a palm stretched out from the edge of the door of the inner room, and when he saw him, he shrank back, but was keenly discovered by An Yang: "Who is this?" ”

The old man looked behind him, walked over in a few steps, and pulled out a little girl of six or seven years old, wearing luxurious and bright clothes, that is, dirty, with very smart facial features, white and clean, but still a very scared look, bowing his head and not speaking, let alone looking up, just glanced at the roast chicken on the table when he smelled the fragrance, but he was also cautious.

"I found a lost little girl after selling tea today, and she didn't say anything when I asked her, I don't think she is dressed like an ordinary child, maybe she was accidentally separated from her family, and there are many abducted and trafficked children in the city, so I brought her back, thinking that her family would come and bring her back in two days."

As he spoke, he had already pressed the little girl on the table and handed out chopsticks.

An Yang glanced at the girl lightly, startled her again, and said, "I can't eat anymore, and I still have the leisure to adopt a little girl?" ”

The old man served a bowl of rice for the little girl, and replied slowly: "I am not short of these meals, maybe her family will take her back in a few days." ”

An Yang continued to look at the little girl, looking at her cautious appearance with chopsticks but not daring to move, her eyes swept around, and she saw that the old man ate a piece of green vegetables, she followed a small piece of green vegetables, and the moment she entered the mouth, she wrinkled her white eyebrows, but she swallowed it hard, and watched An Yang take a chicken leg, she followed and ate a small loss of chicken, which looked like she was afraid that the food would be poisonous.

He asked, "What about your family?" ”

The little girl's movements as she ate the vegetables froze for a moment, looked at him cautiously, and said softly, "All dead." ”

Anyang's eating action stopped suddenly, but unexpectedly, this action made the little girl frightened for a while, her eyes gurgling, and she didn't know where she said the wrong thing.

The old man also stiffened, and finally said: "That's it, if you really die, then you will follow the old man and me, and you won't be able to eat much, I can still afford to raise you with this old bone." ”

An Yang didn't speak, anyway, with him coming, there is indeed no shortage of this little girl to eat, since the old man is willing, then let him go, the old man adopts this little girl, it should be the same as the old man adopted himself in the original story of this world.

After thinking about it, he asked again, "What's your name?" ”

Facing his calm gaze, the little girl's chopsticks almost fell to the ground, and she didn't dare to raise her head, and whispered: "Xiaochan, Xiaochan, Hu Xiaochan." ”

An Yang nodded, but he didn't say more, he was afraid of scaring this girl.

After eating a meal, he could see that the little girl was indeed not the child of an ordinary family, and it could be seen from her tangled expression when she ate green vegetables, and this girl was also very sensible, obviously she didn't want to eat green vegetables, but she was embarrassed to eat roast chicken all the time, so she had to bite the chopsticks and think for a long time every time she ate a piece of meat, and then she browled and ate a piece of green vegetables, and paused for a while before she dared to eat roast chicken again.

Xiaochan consciously went to wash the dishes, leaving a short rest time for the old man.

An Yang asked lightly: "This girl looks like the children of a big family, but the family is dead, aren't you afraid of causing trouble for you?" ”

The old man suddenly hesitated when he heard this, obviously he didn't realize this before, and now he feels that this girl's life experience is really wrong, he doesn't care how much rice he can eat with this mouth, the only thing he struggled with was because he had an adopted son who wanted to study and spend money, and then saw that this girl was really pitiful, so he gritted his teeth and brought it back, but now he has to think about it significantly.

After a long time, he asked tentatively: "Or, I won't let her go out during this time?" ”

An Yang smiled, sure enough, it was impossible for this old man to throw Xiaochan back, since this is the case, let him go.

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