MTL - The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path-Chapter 5 Leave it alone

Ling Fengxiao ordered that after taking the villagers to Ning'an Prefecture for resettlement, she carried away her light work and left. The red palace dress fluttered in the air and disappeared In the eyes of everyone.

The young lady's mood was more irritable than they thought, so much that she didn't even want to go along this way.

"The young lady made a special trip to Minzhou City. I didn't expect such a result." Ling Baochen said.

"From now on, if the young lady wants to marry others, she will not be able to marry the best ones." Ling Baojing said.

Ling Bao sneered coldly: "The original ghost was not so good! The master of that ghost is Tao Yuanjun. I ask you, have you heard the name of this person on the rivers and lakes? But an unknown junior, and What good apprentices can I teach? "

Ling Baochen sighed: "Our landlord has no exception for the young lady. The name" Taoyuanjun "is very reclusive. Maybe it is a hidden hermit master. Unfortunately, the" rebellion " The implication is so wide that even the hermit master cannot survive alone. Otherwise, if Tao Yuanjun is still alive, how can there be no news for ten years? "

The three Lin Shu followed them quietly, along the way, listening to these girls breaking the heart for the wedding of the young lady, after exhausting the young talents of suitable age on the rivers and lakes, came to a conclusion: no one is worthy Miss.

They were very worried. Li Jimao and Li Yamao also sighed a few times, but Lin Shu himself didn't understand this feeling very well.

First, after all, he is not very familiar with the customs of this world. In his original cognition, it is not a shame to kill her husband, let alone a doll who has never seen such a face. Second, a girl who is accustomed to threatening people with "skinning" and "shocking bones" is really ruthless, and those who are ruthless are generally cold-blooded and ruthless.

——But no matter what kind of person the young lady is, he has nothing to do with him. He and the young lady just meet each other. From now on, about goodbye forever. He just wanted to find a way to overcome his constitution and start practicing.

Thinking of cultivation, he suddenly remembered his last life.

Every day at midnight, I watched my mind, practiced the sword in the early morning, and packed my schoolbag at dawn to go to school.

There are a lot of people in the classroom. He has been sitting in the last corner, stacking thick textbooks in front, as if he has isolated an undisturbed world.

One day, all these things were pushed to the ground.

Several people surrounded him, mocking and cursing words that he could not remember, which should be more vicious words than "mental illness" and "dumb", and more people were watching.

He squatted down, picked them up on the table, and then they were pushed down again.

He lowered his head and continued to pick it up.

Probably, bullying a fool is really boring, and watching a fool being bullied is not an interesting entertainment. After repeating it a few times, those people are bored and they are gone.

That day, he returned home and said to his master: I want to die.

The old man said: No, you have to practice sword. After the Mahayana, the heavens and the earth can be free and easy. If you don't want to deal with people, you won't deal with people.

Lin Shu: Oh.

He did not die, and continued to practice sword.

Practice and practice, a few years passed like a stream of water, Master died.

There is no change in his life, how to practice, or how to practice, by the way, he also took a college exam.

Later, he was about to become Mahayana and had to cross the road.

Later, I came here.

Apart from the fact that there may be a little more people who work with immortals, and there is no lightning rod, the source of all evil, the world is no different for Lin Shu.

How to spend the last life, how to live this life, just practice sword. People like him, if they want to live comfortably, either die or mahayana.

It's just that it's too difficult to cultivate an immortal with this strangely poor body.

He was a little confused, and could not help slowing down.

Ling Baoqing urged him: "Not yet!"

He did some psychological construction, and asked Ling Baoqing, who had a vicious face, "Is there a lot of people outside?"

"How," Ling Baoqing said to him, "Do you want to cultivate an immortal too?"

Lin Shu: "Yes."

"It's simple," Ling Baoqing didn't make him difficult. "Confucianism and Taoism like to say, there is no teaching, and so is our immortality. As long as we have talent, we can personally cultivate immortality."

Lin Shu feels that since she has to choose talents, she cannot be said to be educated. The cultural level of this Ling Baoqing girl is a little worrying.

But reason kept him from revealing it, and he asked, "What do you say?"

"For example, in another two months, it will be the" Shangling Trial ", and my people in the Nanxia Dynasty can participate," Ling Baoqing said. Anyone who passes the Shangling Academy once a year can enter the 'Shangling Academy' in Shuzhou. In the Academy, countless teachers open altars to teach, but if you want to learn, you can build some results. Except Shangling There are several other academies besides the academies, although a little bit, they are all good. "

After she said it, she looked at Lin Shu from head to toe, and said as she walked farther forward: "Well, Xiaohuahuazi, I see that your small body is too weak to practice martial arts, and you naturally have no Confucianism and Taoism, I'm afraid-enough! "

Lin Shu felt a little worried, but he silently wrote down this "uphill test."

After returning to the village, Ling Baoqing and his team conveyed the meaning of the young lady to the villagers, and said that they would be escorted safely to the more prosperous Ning'an House, a hundred miles away.

The villagers were naturally grateful. After all thanks, they immediately packed up their belongings, discarded all the heavy items, and left only some valuable things, put them on a trolley and pulled them with thin mules or donkeys.

The girls at Phoenix Mountain Resort did not dislike their shabbyness and helped.

Lin Shu stayed in his thatched house. The room was empty and there was nothing to clean up, so he just looked at the rooftop to meditate on the mental formulas he had previously remembered, so as not to forget it in the future.

I don't know how long it was, footsteps sounded outside the door, it was that auntie.

Auntie held a black wooden box and said by the door: "Master, then your master entrusted my house to keep this thing and said it was for you."

Lin Shu took it, and said stiffly, "Thank you."

Auntie glanced at him a few times and said, "I didn't expect that you washed it, but you are handsome."

Lin Shu's language system was not enough for him to respond to this sentence.

He looked at the box in his hand and felt that since his body had a teacher, it was better to figure it out, and he asked, "My master ... why did you keep me here?"

The aunt said "Hi" and said, "Where do we know what the fairy is thinking, you will meet in the future, just ask yourself."

I'm afraid I won't recognize it.

Or the cheap master recognizes himself, but he does n’t recognize him

He had to say, "I don't remember what he was."

"I remember it a little," said the compliment on his aunt's face. "Young, pretty in white, pretty."

This is actually the same as not saying it, because people who cultivate cults often like to wear white clothes, and young people in white clothes are usually very handsome.

Lin Shu chose to continue to ask, "What's your name?"

"I don't know," said Auntie. "Where can the name of the immortal be casually known by people like us."

Lin Shu: "Thank you."

After saying this, thank you, his language reserve was completely drained and fell into silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Fortunately, the mother-in-law waved her hand: "I have to clean up the things and leave now."

Lin Shuo breathed a sigh of relief and opened the box.

There are two things in the box.

The first is a smoky jade jade. It is very small, exquisite and clear. After holding it in the hand, a sense of coolness is immediately transmitted from the palm to the limbs.

The carving on the jade is very clever, it is a lively little dragon, one of its body circled a small hole, and was penetrated by a thin black rope.

Lin Shu pondered for a moment, and finally picked up the thin black rope, and hung the jade pin around his neck.

Regardless of the origin of this jade, its material is good. A good Lingyu can nourish the body and help meridians. Although it is not very effective, it is better than nothing.

The second thing does not see the material, it looks like jade but not jade, it looks like gold but not gold. It is a cylinder in shape with some auspicious and festive patterns painted on it.

Lin Shu picked it up and shook it, and really heard a sound.

He hoped that the masterpiece of masterpiece martial arts left by the master to his apprentice would be contained here. After learning, he could wash the marrow and transform the waste wood into a genius.

Wishes are wonderful, but I don't know if this is the case, because it can't be opened.

The texture of this cylinder is very hard, and it cannot fall off, and there is no gap in the body, which makes it impossible to start.

Lin Shu put it away religiously, believing that it must contain a peerless secret book, and believed that he could one day open it.

After half a day, everything was packed and a dozen horses and donkeys drove off the cart with great force.

Li Jimao and Li Yamao each drove a donkey, and Lin Shu was assigned to the cart pulled by the two donkeys. All his luggage was only one precious, Schrodinger, which might lead a peerless secret or a waste paper. Cylinder.

Lin Shu smelled an ominous breath from this Schrödinger's cylinder for no reason, probably because modern physics always brought him bad luck.

When leaving the village, everyone, the donkey and the mule looked back at this ruined hometown, and then left happily.

Although jovial, the donkey and mule's footsteps were very slow after all, so they arrived in Ning'an House six days later.

And that person had run out of patience, and his temper became even bigger.

When they met at an inn, the young lady drank on the second floor expressionlessly, and when she saw someone, she threw a stack of things onto the table downstairs, causing a huge crack in the wooden table. .

It was a title deed, a stack of government documents, and several silver tickets. It turned out that the young lady did not go with Ling Baoqing, not because the husband was dead, it was too annoying, but to go one step ahead to confess the news to the government of Ning'an. In the past few days, the young lady not only solved the problem of the villagers' native place, but even bought a piece of land for them in the southern suburbs.

Ling Baochen shoved the title deeds and silver tickets to the villagers who didn't dare to pick them up, and said warmly, "Will our villa be short of this money? Quan Dang thanked Lin Shaoxia and two brothers Li for guiding us.

"The young lady is still so kind-hearted," Ling Baoqing rolled her eyes where the villagers couldn't hear, "Quan Dang accumulated virtue for the dead ghost."

The villagers were so grateful that they almost chanted Miss Da as the Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The Guanyin Bodhisattva did not show any gratitude to them, and even snorted coldly, and pulled down a snowy white horse, saying, "Leave."

Ling Baochen said, "Hey," he said to the villagers: "Dear everyone, I will wait for this to happen, so don't leave it alone."

But when the young lady turned over her horse, she wore red gauze and gold thread on the white horse body, and she was extremely proud and noble. When the girls followed, the horse galloped, and the figure of the group gradually disappeared in the setting sun sky.

The villagers held deeds, papers and silver tickets: "It's a good man."

Lin Shu felt a bit complicated, so it seemed that the young lady was not a completely cold-blooded person, and she was indeed kind. After all, Pingshui meets, and it is all right to bring the villagers out of the ghost town.

Women really are fickle.

He decided to rename the cylinder of Schrödinger to the cylinder of Ling Fengxiao, so that it not only kept the nature of the cylinder but also got rid of the shadow of modern physics.