The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

When the junior fellow brought the two crying kids back to the house,

Yi Er whispered to his master's wife about the problem of the exercises. The master's wife was silent for a while.

"Call your master and the head of the Fufeng Sect, Xiao Luo, and let's discuss it together."

When Yi Er went to find Xiao Luo, Xiao Luo was squatting on the ground pulling hay out of the snow. After a while, he raised his head and looked around, looking absent-minded.

"Xiao Luo, my master's wife wants you to come over for something."

Yi Er didn't say much, but Xiao Luo looked at Yi Er with a serious expression.

We already know that the situation regarding the practice is not optimistic.

Xiao Luo turned to look at Xiao Zhen who was looking curious.

"I don't want to eat at the big cafeteria of Lihuomen. Junior sister, please heat up the roast chicken we brought back. I'll be back soon."

Xiao Zhen pouted and walked towards the flying car, muttering softly, "Why are you keeping it a secret from me and sending me away? Brother Yi, don't you think he has something new?"

Yi Er's martial arts skills were much better than Xiao Zhen's, and he could clearly hear Xiao Zhen's mumblings.

He lowered his head and asked, "Xiao Luo, why is your junior sister sometimes smart and sometimes stupid?"

Xiao Luo rolled his eyes and said, "Let's get down to business. Brother Yi Er is in a hurry."

Yi Er felt a little depressed when he thought about the technique, "I'll talk to my master and his wife later."

After everyone arrived, Yi Er took out a cultivation method book that he bought from Tutu for 1000 points.

"I copied three books, you can compare your own skills with them."

The master's wife frowned and flipped through it, "It is indeed different, Erhai, your friend said that our skills all use the body as a furnace, which leads to mental exhaustion, and even has some characteristics of weapon spirits.

So the method your friend provided is to change the way of cultivation, so that the spirit that has been damaged by the practice can be restored. "

Yi Er nodded, "Discarding the old technique and retraining is the best option. The new technique can be cultivated to a realm higher than the immortal realm on land.

There is a kind of fruit that can improve spiritual cultivation, but it is very expensive and cannot be treated as a consumable.

The practice of cultivating spiritual consciousness can only be practiced by people with spiritual roots. "

Yi Er lowered his head and was a little depressed. "Moreover, my friend said that people like us who are physically strong but mentally exhausted, once we encounter an evil cultivator, our entire body and soul may become someone else's spiritual material."

The master's eyes widened with anger, "What? Then wouldn't it be very dangerous for my master to ascend to the upper realm?"

The master's wife quickly comforted him, "Maybe Master will be blessed by heaven, think positively.

Didn’t Erhaier say it’s possible? Maybe I’ll meet a good person, but I don’t necessarily have to meet an evil cultivator.”

The master squatted down with his head in his hands, and his emotions broke down. "Woo woo, my master picked me up when I was little. Every bite of his bread is a bite of my meat. We have to save him.

Second child, when your master was a child, he always put you on his neck and let you ride a big horse. You have a quick mind since you were a child, so think of a solution quickly, woo~"

The master liked to tease children, especially Yi Er, who had a bad temper and was cunning. Sometimes he couldn't coax him back, and he was afraid that Yi Er would go back and complain to the master's wife.

He put Yi Er on his neck. Since it was a fairyland on land, he could stay in the air for a short time and fly around in the sky with Yi Er.

The master's wife was afraid that others would laugh at the master for flying around with a child on his head even though he was in the fairyland on land, so she forbade Yi Er to pester the master to ride a big horse.

But the master would still secretly take him flying in the suburbs.

Yi Er couldn't help but tear up, "I will abandon my own skills and practice new ones now."

The two men in the room were crying together. Xiao Luo looked ahead blankly and suddenly felt that the world was really funny.

"Haha, my Fufeng sect was slaughtered just for this broken technique, this land immortal realm and ascension.

In the arena, you fight with me, the situation is treacherous, and there is countless bloodshed.

All the martial artists think they are superior and oppress the common people. It turns out that in the eyes of the people in the upper realm, we are just spiritual materials. Hahaha, so funny.

What kind of world is this? What kind of justice is this? Hahaha..."

Xiao Luo laughed and then spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale and he slowly fell on his back.

The master's wife quickly stepped forward and picked up Xiao Luo, "Quick, second child, the pills,"

Yi Er didn't know what kind of pills to feed him, so he stuffed several blood-recovering pills into his mouth, then crushed the only purple fruit in his hand that could increase his spiritual awareness, and fed it into Xiao Luo's mouth.

When Xiao Luo woke up slowly,

I found her lying in Xiao Bashi's room.

Little Bashi was lying beside her, sleeping soundly, his little belly rising and falling with his breathing, and his furry little head still exuding a slight milky scent.

The candlelight was a little dim. The master's wife was beside him, mending a coat.

From time to time, he would hold the clothes close to the candlelight to see if the seams were neat.

Xiao Luo stared at it intently. This was the look of her mother that she had imagined countless times.

They were all martial artists, and were very sensitive to the changes in aura. The master's wife turned around and saw Xiao Luo with his eyes open, and smiled softly.

"Xiao Luo, you're awake. Don't come down yet. Erhai has made you a bowl of brown sugar water. Drink it while you sit down."

The master's wife took the earthenware pot that was warming on the stove and poured out a bowl of steaming brown sugar water with some pitted dates floating in it. It smelled very sweet.

Xiao Luo picked up the bowl and blew it gently, then sipped slowly. She especially liked the master's wife of Brother Yi Er, and called her Er Hai Er, which sounded full of love. She would think of the master who brought her up since she was a child, and often called her a good girl.

When Xiao Luo thought of this, he tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to overflow.

The master's wife stayed by Xiao Luo's side, tucking in the quilt for Xiao Bashi, and said,

"Xiao Luo, I am not in a position to persuade you to be more open-minded. I just want to say that you still have a grudge to avenge.

The mastermind behind the massacre of Fufeng Sect has not been found. What could be more murderous than telling him the truth about his ascension before killing him?

You can also follow the older child to rescue some children and help them rebuild the Fufeng Sect.

Besides, you are still young, you and your sister can still start over. After that, you will have a broader sky, a more colorful future, and the opportunity to create a prosperous world with your own hands."

The master's wife tucked Xiao Luo's scattered hair behind her ears.

"The second child knows a little about medicine. He said that you have been depressed for a long time. The vomiting of blood this time has relieved your depression. The solidified meridians have also had a breakthrough. It is a good time to repair them again.

The second child has already started to abolish the technique, do you want to go and have a look?"

Xiao Luo nodded and followed the master's wife out of the bedroom. The junior apprentice brother was waiting at the door with the already asleep little Seventy-Nine in his arms. When he saw the two of them coming out, he nodded and smiled, then went into little Eighty's room.

Xiao Luo followed the master's wife and continued walking forward until they came to a room with a blacksmith's furnace burning with a blazing flame.

The eldest brother and the master were standing in the room, and Yi Er was sitting cross-legged on a cushion.

Yi Er's face was covered in sweat, which dripped down his temples and fell on his arms. After a while, the place where Yi Er was sitting cross-legged was already wet.