At ten o'clock in the morning, Granny Chen carried a wooden basket, which contained freshly picked fruits from the vegetable field and freshly steamed buns, walking on the mud road in the countryside to reward his children and daughter-in-law who were cultivating in the fields.

"This lady, you can show my sister quickly, she seems to be sick, her face is pale, her face is pale—" After that, she covered her face and sobbed in a low voice.

Granny Chen is kind-hearted, and the old man thinks that she is a poor old woman, and her clothes are mended and worn, so she really has nothing to blame, so she cares: "Put this little doll down quickly, the old woman just knows how to use one or two rural means." ”

The poor Taoist priest couldn't see his expression clearly, but he did as he said, and lifted the veil, with a yellow-haired face, a rocky head, and a small mouth grinning, revealing a mouth full of gray teeth, Granny Chen's eyes rolled, and she fainted without saying a word.

"Hurry up, put the bun in your pocket, yes, the fruit is packed up with sleeves, basket, I'll rely on it, you put the basket back for others......" Daoist Li hurriedly commanded, while secretly praying, "Master old man, apprentice, I didn't destroy our Qingcheng Ten Commandments, but I picked up the 'unclaimed' basket on the small mud road, and instructed my maid to pick up a few fruits, just like picking them on the tree, whether it is joint and several liability, general liability, or subsidiary liability, I can't be involved, don't let the thunder smash me!" Don't hack me, I'm innocent!'

The motto of the Taoist priest is that there can be no character, and there must be a festival, even if there is only one thing left, he glanced left and right, moved the Chen mother-in-law to a relatively safe and comfortable point, estimated that it was not a big deal, and then bit the steamed bun and ran.

"People in the rivers and lakes, I can't help myself, I can't imagine that the Taoist master and I also have a time to bend my waist to five buckets of rice," the juice of the Taoist priest gnawed on the fruit splashed, and sighed at the surging river.

Until two days ago, Daoist Li was full of joy and thought that he could only go to Jiangnan, but the empty river gave him a slap in the face, where is the boat? Where is the damn boat! After two days of hard work, two foodies, one big and one small, finally couldn't stand it, so the Taoist priest came up with this bad idea, no robbery, no stealing, no demon business, and how else could he mix and eat without relying on this face.

After filling his stomach for eight points, Daoist Li told the ugly girl to eat less, and ran to the ferry again, and asked the nearby fisherman for the Nth time, "Big brother, when will this boat arrive?"

"I don't know, this year's God doesn't give face, usually at the end of the day, there will always be one or two boats," the fisherman is also worried, no matter what kind of fish it is, most of them like to be warm and hate heat, and the temperature drops so fast that they can't even catch some fry.

"Oh, by the way, there is also news that the middle and lower reaches of the Yangjiang River have begun to freeze, if there are no ships coming in the past few days, you can't count on this winter. ”

"Damn!" Li Daoist was full of sadness, when he crossed over, it happened to be March and April, the season with the best temperature, Rao is so, the food and drink dew also made him choke enough, now the snow is falling, and then playing outdoor survival is not looking for death, is it really necessary to wait until next year to rush to Jiangnan, it is too long.

When the Taoist priest came back with a sad stomach, he saw that the ugly girl was feeding the hairless old donkey with the fruit, and when he saw him come back, he quickly shrank his hand, pretending not to know anything, and almost whistled, this little girl didn't know who to bring bad, and she learned to lie.

"Hey, just feed, is Dao Ye such a cautious person?"

In fact, he is really, but it depends on who the object is, in the face of this donkey who does not know the depth, Daoist Li is still a little in awe, without it, this donkey is eight out of ten 'nine is refining the horizontal bone, which is commonly known as the spirit.

It stands to reason that there are not eighty demons and monsters dealt with by Li Daoshi, but there are more than ten, why did a donkey spirit suppress him, without it, the donkey is a poultry, and the poultry spirituality is almost, the talent is very poor, and it is often the most difficult to cultivate, I don't believe you can recall, in the various scripts, legends, mountain folk customs, the most frequent are fox spirits, weasel spirits, snake demons, rat demons, no matter how bad it is, it is also a wolf spirit, cat demon, rabbit spirit; have you ever heard of chicken essence, duck demon, goose monster.

And the donkey is known as a hundred pulses, lack of souls, garbage in the poultry world, and a fighter in the waste wood, but once it is cultivated, it is definitely a mode of opening and hanging, why? You think about what is the usual mount of the Sanqing master, and then think about why Taoist immortals such as Zhang Guolao, Barefoot Daxian, and Zhen Yuanzi always like to ride this thing to travel; it is because it is stupid and stupid enough, and it only when it is lit up that it appears that it is profound, which means that no matter how rubbish your kid qualifications are, as long as you follow this Daxian to mix, I promise to take you to pretend to take you to fly.

Of course, this is just Li Daoshi's own dark thoughts, but it is not unreasonable, it is impossible for a donkey to cultivate himself into an immortal, there must be a Taoist master behind him, I don't know who the master is, so before I don't know what the bottom of this hairless donkey is, it is best to serve carefully, but fortunately, this donkey is still easy to deal with, no need to feed or raise, just brush it every day, this job is naturally done by the ugly girl, from the current point of view, the other party is quite satisfied.

"Let's go, find a place to sleep first," Daoist Li said angrily.

The place to pick can not be too far from the river, otherwise the boat will not know, and it is best to be normal, Li Daoshi just hit a boss, I don't want to play with my life, fortunately, I was lucky, I found an abandoned wooden house at a boat mouth five miles away, although it was a little damp, there was a place to cover myself.

Occupy the place, first do today's practice, since the two souls, and then when the mouth can be inhaled a faint moon halo brilliance, three five seven nine and lead together, the moon turns into two, one entrance, one into the nose, the former swims inside, from the wind gate, gall mouth, liver Yu, lung acupoints straight around, the latter turns the eight meridians, limbs and hundreds of bones, through the acupoints and meridians are so numerous, even he himself may not be able to figure it out.

The concept of Taoism pays attention to the ascension of the day, the spirit out of the body, although it is not as extreme as the Buddhism pays attention to **, that is, the stinky skin, but it is also the first to cultivate the inside, and then to refine the outside, first to convince the qi, and then to guide, in general, the importance of the three souls and seven spirits is far greater than **.

But the "Xuandu Shangpin" cultivated by Taoist Li is not, its predecessor is the fundamental method of Qingcheng Sword Immortal, which pays attention to the dual cultivation of life, sex externally, life on the inside, go hand in hand, so not only the yin and yang qi in the Taoist priest's body is changing, ** is also improving, but it is not reflected on the surface, flexibility, staying power, muscular nerve reactions, Muscle memory is included, otherwise with the waste wood physique when the Taoist priest just crossed over, how could he practice the tiger and wolf step of Dayu in just one night, how to play without making mistakes in the face of the tiger, which does not add a little luck component.

The eight immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers, and the sword immortal of the Eight Classics was not only Lu Zu alone, even if he became an immortal, he only had an eighth-eighth chance of others, and the difficulty of the exercises could be imagined.

So for Sword Immortals, qualifications are not innate, qualifications are practiced by his mother.

After a long time, Daoist Li retracted his work, spit out a turbid breath, and only felt energetic, no wonder those old guys who have attained the Tao always like to become otaku, nested in the blessed land of the cave and not born, this thing is the same as great health care, the more you practice, the more addictive it is, but if something goes wrong, the pain and torture will increase hundreds or thousands of times, how cool it is when it is cool, how much it hurts when it hurts, especially the practice of the sword immortal, the possibility of going wrong is higher than not going wrong, but Li Daoshi has not encountered it for the time being.

After the practice, Li Daoshi took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to draw the talisman stroke by stroke, this thing has nothing to do with qualifications, it completely depends on the accumulation of sweat, but as a man from primary school to junior high school, he was punished for copying millions of words, what is this bit of effort, it is just a small meaning.