The master of metaphysics refreshes the daily life of Novice Village

"We've known each other for so long, but we haven't had a drink together yet?" The two chose an inconspicuous street tavern, where the drinks they sold tasted little better than cat urine, but the prices were not cheap at all.

Kong Qianyu lamented that the life of ordinary people in the Empire where the sun never sets was not very good, and then he started chatting with Xue Wuwei.

"I heard you said before that you were picked up by your master? Didn't you think about looking for family members?" Xue Wuwei's face showed that he had both biological parents.

"Throw it away, why are you looking for it? My only relative is my master." Xue Wuwei thought very broadly.

"Based on this, you have been practicing Taoism for a long time. You must have been practicing Taoism for more than twenty years, right?"

"Yes, I have studied hard and practiced hard every day, but sometimes I have to admit that talent is very important." I'm still young, but you are the legendary genius, right?"

When he was in his early twenties, no one in Xuanmen could compare with him. Even if it was far away, he was sent to the underworld. It was as easy as traveling. No one in Xuanmen today could do it.

Who doesn't bathe and change clothes honestly, open altars, kneel three times and kowtow nine times? They also have to work hard on their character, and the chance of success is limited. The boss just waved his hand as if he were strolling through his own back garden, and the passage appeared.

When the gap is only a fraction of a second, the laggards are full of motivation and want to catch up with each other, but there is a Mariana Trench in the middle, who can't think of filling it?

Therefore, Xue Wuwei has always been convinced, and of course he cannot help but be unconvinced.

Kong Qianyu smiled mysteriously: "I am already a thousand years old."

Xue Wuwei laughed loudly, attracting the attention of many people in the tavern: "Are you kidding me?"

"You know, I didn't."

Xue Wuwei nodded and continued drinking.

"How many years has your master practiced Taoism? What is his lay name?"

Xue Wuwei shook his head blankly: "Master never said that."

"Then who is the founder of your Zixiao Temple and Chuangguan?"

Xue Wuwei still looked confused and said nothing.

Kong Qianyu drew out his mahogany sword and stabbed Xue Wuwei through him. His face was still at a loss, as if he was blaming Kong Qianyu for turning his back on him.

When the light pink smoke drifted out from his body, Kong Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief. She was finally sure that she had not found the wrong person.

The wine glass and round table in front of him were the first to disappear. The tavern was gone, and the whole of London was gone.

In the boundless darkness, the little doll sat on the ground unconvinced and stared at Kong Qianyu: "How could you guess it? Aren't you Xuanmen people the most particular about connecting branches with the same spirit? How could you be right? Can you kill one of your own? Aren't you afraid if you guess wrong and accidentally hurt your friend?"

"If you hurt a real person in my world, he will really die~"

Kong Qianyu smiled: "You are too young to understand."

After being separated from the book, Kong Qianyu's strength was fully restored, and the peach wood sword was naturally no longer needed. The spiritual sword was held in his hand, shining brightly, and he took off at will, flying straight towards the book spirit.

The little Shuling didn't even lift her fingers, and the spiritual sword that hit her disappeared: "Sister, don't yell and kill me as soon as you come up, okay?" "If I guess right, you can read my memory." , you can imitate everything I know, right? "So what she doesn't know, but Xue Wuwei should know, naturally can't answer if it's fake.

As for where she found the flaw and found out that Xue Wuwei was fake, this is a secret and cannot be said.

"Sister, you are very smart."

"Don't call me sister, you don't deserve it." Kong Qianyu smiled, but what he said was quite heartless.

There is only one person who calls her sister.

Master's fan tool spirit.

Among so many classmates, Xiao Qi Ling likes her the most. He can often lie in her arms and sleep all day long. No matter how much she teases her, he never gets angry, which makes all his classmates envious.

You know, even if they want to touch one, Junior Sister Qi Ling will cry for them. Just for the fact that she can cry, this guy is not like a fan who has become a spirit. He should be a bucket spirit. His tears seem to be free of money. of.

Shu Ling put away the sweet smile on his face: "So, do you have to be so disobedient? Sister, we should be the same kind, why do you resist me?"

"Is it possible that if you want my life, I have to cooperate with you?" How can there be such a truth in this world?

"I don't want my sister's life." Xiao Shuling smiled, but before he could say the next words, he was interrupted by Kong Qianyu again.

"You want my life, am I right?" After breaking through the illusion for the second time, she began to notice.

She originally thought that this little book spirit wanted her cultivation, but after fighting for a long time in the illusion of mountains and seas, and destroying this guy's illusion, her magic power naturally returned to its original state.

Later, she thought that what the little book spirit wanted was the soul. After all, even ghosts who became immortals coveted her soul. But again, after leaving the illusion, her soul power has not been consumed, and her consciousness is even faintly increasing.

Then what else can she be remembered for? There is only one answer left: lifespan.

In fact, most people don't know this stuff. Even if they tell people's fortunes and read fortunes, they can only make a rough calculation. Unless the real end is approaching and you are going to die tomorrow, the fortune-telling today can only predict the time of death smoothly.

Therefore, the fact that life span is also a kind of energy of a person is often ignored.

Kong Qianyu was so happy that she recalled several messages she received a few days ago. The source was Dong Libo, an unlucky young policeman whom she had not contacted for a long time.

In his jurisdiction, a strange thing happened.

There was a mentally retarded boy in their area, about sixteen or seventeen years old, who was born with mental retardation. His parents used to be okay with him, and he was well fed and clothed until three years ago.

Three years ago, the parents were afraid that their son would be left unattended after their death, so they gave birth to a second child. As soon as the second child was born, the parents' attitude changed obviously, and they gradually ignored their eldest son. In the winter, his feet He was still wearing sandals and wandered around several nearby villages every day.

Several relevant units have interviewed the parents, but they just said that the family is in trouble and cannot support him. Whoever wants to support him will be picked up. Finally, the relevant departments came up with a solution. The disabled eldest son can receive subsistence allowances directly. He was sent to live in a nursing home, and the money went to the nursing home and had nothing to do with his family.

Although they couldn't gain any financial advantage, they felt it was a good deal to help their youngest son get out of a big trouble in the future. They were so cruel that they didn't even look at him twice.

The eldest son has been living in a nursing home for three years and has been doing well. He has food and drink, and the elderly are also very kind to him.

But one day not long ago, the child died mysteriously.