Chapter 1008 You need knowledge and a voice. You need a voice... and you have a voice.
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Zi Ling Feng Xue
As soon as she finished speaking, Han Xuan's eyes lit up slightly as she lowered her eyebrows. Her father said that Uncle Xun was an extraordinary person. It turned out that he had stayed in the Wuyun Immortal Sect for a long time, which made sense.
If Brother Wuhen and Uncle Xun come to Qingtian Sect to do odd jobs together, then I can take care of them.
However, as soon as these words came out, the legs of several Qingtian female disciples felt weak and they almost knelt down.
Let me ask you, in the vast world of three thousand, who dares to pay wages to Daozu... This is because his life span is too long.
Now they just want to take Han Xuan away quickly, and if they talk to this little ancestor more, they don't know what kind of great karma will be involved. They don't dare to follow Qian Wuhen and say anything wrong about the Wuyun Immortal Sect.
"Little friend, the position of handyman in the Qingtian Sect is enough." A female disciple showed an awkward but polite smile on her face, "We will stay soon and have to return to the sect."
"Then the boy won't disturb the immortals too much." Qian Wuhen showed a clear smile. It turned out that the immortals were no different. They were as approachable and approachable as his own relatives.
My father has a weird temper and seems not so easy to get along with, but he is a farmer, so he is definitely not as particular as an immortal.
Han Xuan felt a little doubt in her heart. Today, these immortals... seem to be a little too polite, like big sisters. Is it because she has joined the sect?
She tilted her head slightly, not thinking too much about it, and then stopped thinking about it. She would have to go to practice immortality in the future, and she could also watch her brother Wuhen grow up, and then come back to take care of her family and Uncle Xun.
In the world of immortal cultivation in the Qian Kingdom, there is never any distinction between immortals and mortals. You can do whatever you want. You can provide for your family and provide for your retirement... After all, no one dares to cause trouble here, let alone any enemy seeking revenge.
Cultivation here only focuses on the understanding of one thought, but not too much on fighting and killing.
This is the consistent tenet of the Wuyun Immortal Sect. Immortals should fear the heaven and the earth, and all spirits. They should not compete with the geniuses, but only cross themselves. The avenue is endless, and they can freely pursue immortality. The Taoism is completely natural!
Rustling.
In the village, several small crane trees were swaying in the wind, and the expressions of several female disciples suddenly became extremely solemn, with strong respect in their eyes.
The crane spirit tree appears, and Taozu lives here in seclusion.
After a while.
Han Xuan rose into the wind, she exclaimed, and hurriedly waved towards the small village and towards Qian Wuhen: "Brother Wuhen, I will come back to you in the future, wait for me~~"
"Good Le!!"
Qian Wuhen smiled brightly, raised his head and waved, "If we were not here, then dad should have taken me back to Wuyun Sect to farm, and we would have met there then."
"Okay~~!" Han Xuan's smile became pure and bright, "I will come to see you and Uncle Xun then."
despair...
In the air, a few drops of cold sweat fell silently to the ground. I couldn't help but feel a little envious in my heart. The second generation immortal was so good. He lived a carefree life and didn't even need to think about his lifespan and cultivation.
Looking at the expression on this young ancestor's face, it was clear that he did not envy the so-called immortals at all, and was extremely magnanimous in his heart.
After a stick of incense.
Their figures had completely disappeared, Qian Wuhen still had a smile on his lips, and his eyes were still looking at the vast and vast sky, without any melancholy of separation.
At this time, a tall and steady figure gradually appeared behind him, and gently patted his shoulder with a hand.
There is no need to say or see this resolute and gentle breath, Dad!
"Dad!" Qian Wuhen smiled with a smile in his eyes. He did not turn his head, but habitually hugged his father's thigh with one hand. "Sister Han Xuan was selected by the Immortal Sect and left the village."
"Haha, life is like this, divided and reunited, separated and separated, full of unknowns."
Chen Xun had a faint smile on his face, and his words were not hasty or slow, "But I see that you are quite calm at heart. It seems that your life has not been in vain these years."
"Hehe." Qian Wuhen turned to look at Chen Xun, "Dad taught me that a grown man should live a magnanimous life. Eat when there is a table to eat, bring blessings to friends when they travel far away, and take care of yourself when an old friend dies. Funeral."
"Hahaha... Damn it, you brat."
Chen Xun laughed loudly and patted him hard on the shoulder, "Yes, there is no need to escape from anything. This is the nature of heaven and earth. We are born in heaven and earth, and we should act accordingly. There is no need to add worries."
"Yeah." Qian Wuhen nodded heavily and said with a warm smile, "Then God must be very good to me, allowing me to have a father!"
"Hey, after staying at the foot of the mountain for so many years, this little mouth can still talk?" Chen Xun looked cheerful. It was obvious that these words were very useful to him. It is better for his own children, and he has won the heart of this Taoist ancestor.
"Dad, let's go to the city!"
"It's a small matter, we can go wherever we want. The world is big and we can do whatever we want."
Chen Xun smiled and nodded, his straight spine slightly curved, "Come on, good boy, come up, let's walk slowly."
"Okay, daddy!" Qian Wuhen exclaimed happily and jumped onto Chen Xun's shoulders. He was relatively short and could not see anything among the crowd in the city.
It was always his father who put him on his shoulders to watch the excitement, and he even had several quarrels with others because of this.
However, my father was very fierce in his quarrels and never lost. He made the ladies and sisters around him furious and retreated in embarrassment. He really needed knowledge and a voice, a voice...a voice.
But watching his father quarreling over his lack of style and being criticized by others, he felt unusually warm in his heart. Although he didn't have a mother, he had the best father in the world.
Evening, Wucheng.
A man holding a horse quietly walked past the major vendors. His face now looked much changed, and there were more stories in his eyes, but there was still a spiritual light in his eyes.
There were also several wood carvings in his luggage. The quality was so good that he was surprised. There was no trace of decay. The most bizarre thing was that the boss many years ago clearly carved them out of rotten wood.
Such craftsmen all have secret techniques passed down from their families, and he has no other ideas.
I just want to leave here and go to the truly vast world of cultivating immortals. I want to fulfill the promise I made back then.
He passed by the gate tower over the years and never saw the wood carving boss again. He seemed to have some regrets in his heart. He had met many people over the years, many of whom left a deep impression on him.
But the one who impressed me the most was the woodcarving boss whom I only met once. The enthusiasm he had for me still lingers to this day.
He now has some broken spiritual stones, firstly to fulfill the promise he made back then, and secondly to say goodbye to the boss and his little brother and thank them for their kindness in the past.
There was a slight flash of regret in the man's eyes. With such fate, it would be difficult to meet that enthusiastic wood carving boss again in this life, so he could only treasure those wood carvings.
咴咴咴~~
The horse next to him suddenly looked in one direction, with strong spirituality in its eyes, and kept blowing out its fiery breath!
"Yaden, what's wrong?" The man smiled, followed the sound, and his body shook violently.
Under the city tower, the woodcarving vendor appeared again. It was still the same boss, and it was still the same little brother sitting on the ground. Time had left no trace on them, just like before.
The man took a deep breath and led the horse slowly towards that direction.
If Brother Wuhen and Uncle Xun come to Qingtian Sect to do odd jobs together, then I can take care of them.
However, as soon as these words came out, the legs of several Qingtian female disciples felt weak and they almost knelt down.
Let me ask you, in the vast world of three thousand, who dares to pay wages to Daozu... This is because his life span is too long.
Now they just want to take Han Xuan away quickly, and if they talk to this little ancestor more, they don't know what kind of great karma will be involved. They don't dare to follow Qian Wuhen and say anything wrong about the Wuyun Immortal Sect.
"Little friend, the position of handyman in the Qingtian Sect is enough." A female disciple showed an awkward but polite smile on her face, "We will stay soon and have to return to the sect."
"Then the boy won't disturb the immortals too much." Qian Wuhen showed a clear smile. It turned out that the immortals were no different. They were as approachable and approachable as his own relatives.
My father has a weird temper and seems not so easy to get along with, but he is a farmer, so he is definitely not as particular as an immortal.
Han Xuan felt a little doubt in her heart. Today, these immortals... seem to be a little too polite, like big sisters. Is it because she has joined the sect?
She tilted her head slightly, not thinking too much about it, and then stopped thinking about it. She would have to go to practice immortality in the future, and she could also watch her brother Wuhen grow up, and then come back to take care of her family and Uncle Xun.
In the world of immortal cultivation in the Qian Kingdom, there is never any distinction between immortals and mortals. You can do whatever you want. You can provide for your family and provide for your retirement... After all, no one dares to cause trouble here, let alone any enemy seeking revenge.
Cultivation here only focuses on the understanding of one thought, but not too much on fighting and killing.
This is the consistent tenet of the Wuyun Immortal Sect. Immortals should fear the heaven and the earth, and all spirits. They should not compete with the geniuses, but only cross themselves. The avenue is endless, and they can freely pursue immortality. The Taoism is completely natural!
Rustling.
In the village, several small crane trees were swaying in the wind, and the expressions of several female disciples suddenly became extremely solemn, with strong respect in their eyes.
The crane spirit tree appears, and Taozu lives here in seclusion.
After a while.
Han Xuan rose into the wind, she exclaimed, and hurriedly waved towards the small village and towards Qian Wuhen: "Brother Wuhen, I will come back to you in the future, wait for me~~"
"Good Le!!"
Qian Wuhen smiled brightly, raised his head and waved, "If we were not here, then dad should have taken me back to Wuyun Sect to farm, and we would have met there then."
"Okay~~!" Han Xuan's smile became pure and bright, "I will come to see you and Uncle Xun then."
despair...
In the air, a few drops of cold sweat fell silently to the ground. I couldn't help but feel a little envious in my heart. The second generation immortal was so good. He lived a carefree life and didn't even need to think about his lifespan and cultivation.
Looking at the expression on this young ancestor's face, it was clear that he did not envy the so-called immortals at all, and was extremely magnanimous in his heart.
After a stick of incense.
Their figures had completely disappeared, Qian Wuhen still had a smile on his lips, and his eyes were still looking at the vast and vast sky, without any melancholy of separation.
At this time, a tall and steady figure gradually appeared behind him, and gently patted his shoulder with a hand.
There is no need to say or see this resolute and gentle breath, Dad!
"Dad!" Qian Wuhen smiled with a smile in his eyes. He did not turn his head, but habitually hugged his father's thigh with one hand. "Sister Han Xuan was selected by the Immortal Sect and left the village."
"Haha, life is like this, divided and reunited, separated and separated, full of unknowns."
Chen Xun had a faint smile on his face, and his words were not hasty or slow, "But I see that you are quite calm at heart. It seems that your life has not been in vain these years."
"Hehe." Qian Wuhen turned to look at Chen Xun, "Dad taught me that a grown man should live a magnanimous life. Eat when there is a table to eat, bring blessings to friends when they travel far away, and take care of yourself when an old friend dies. Funeral."
"Hahaha... Damn it, you brat."
Chen Xun laughed loudly and patted him hard on the shoulder, "Yes, there is no need to escape from anything. This is the nature of heaven and earth. We are born in heaven and earth, and we should act accordingly. There is no need to add worries."
"Yeah." Qian Wuhen nodded heavily and said with a warm smile, "Then God must be very good to me, allowing me to have a father!"
"Hey, after staying at the foot of the mountain for so many years, this little mouth can still talk?" Chen Xun looked cheerful. It was obvious that these words were very useful to him. It is better for his own children, and he has won the heart of this Taoist ancestor.
"Dad, let's go to the city!"
"It's a small matter, we can go wherever we want. The world is big and we can do whatever we want."
Chen Xun smiled and nodded, his straight spine slightly curved, "Come on, good boy, come up, let's walk slowly."
"Okay, daddy!" Qian Wuhen exclaimed happily and jumped onto Chen Xun's shoulders. He was relatively short and could not see anything among the crowd in the city.
It was always his father who put him on his shoulders to watch the excitement, and he even had several quarrels with others because of this.
However, my father was very fierce in his quarrels and never lost. He made the ladies and sisters around him furious and retreated in embarrassment. He really needed knowledge and a voice, a voice...a voice.
But watching his father quarreling over his lack of style and being criticized by others, he felt unusually warm in his heart. Although he didn't have a mother, he had the best father in the world.
Evening, Wucheng.
A man holding a horse quietly walked past the major vendors. His face now looked much changed, and there were more stories in his eyes, but there was still a spiritual light in his eyes.
There were also several wood carvings in his luggage. The quality was so good that he was surprised. There was no trace of decay. The most bizarre thing was that the boss many years ago clearly carved them out of rotten wood.
Such craftsmen all have secret techniques passed down from their families, and he has no other ideas.
I just want to leave here and go to the truly vast world of cultivating immortals. I want to fulfill the promise I made back then.
He passed by the gate tower over the years and never saw the wood carving boss again. He seemed to have some regrets in his heart. He had met many people over the years, many of whom left a deep impression on him.
But the one who impressed me the most was the woodcarving boss whom I only met once. The enthusiasm he had for me still lingers to this day.
He now has some broken spiritual stones, firstly to fulfill the promise he made back then, and secondly to say goodbye to the boss and his little brother and thank them for their kindness in the past.
There was a slight flash of regret in the man's eyes. With such fate, it would be difficult to meet that enthusiastic wood carving boss again in this life, so he could only treasure those wood carvings.
咴咴咴~~
The horse next to him suddenly looked in one direction, with strong spirituality in its eyes, and kept blowing out its fiery breath!
"Yaden, what's wrong?" The man smiled, followed the sound, and his body shook violently.
Under the city tower, the woodcarving vendor appeared again. It was still the same boss, and it was still the same little brother sitting on the ground. Time had left no trace on them, just like before.
The man took a deep breath and led the horse slowly towards that direction.
