False propaganda, tricked me into cultivating immortals

Shen Wu didn't hold back, and immediately bowed to Chang Wuzi to admit his mistake with a heart of awe only for the Yanluo faction, and said:

"Then when shall we return to Xianshan?"

Chang Wuzi coughed lightly, and said kindly, "There's no rush, the Taoist still has something to deal with."

The so-called business...

In Shen Wu's eyes was the newly-decorated ashram, in his ears were the enthusiastic humming of the villagers, and his nose was filled with burning fragrance, this fragrance was so inferior and rich, it came from all directions, Made Mr. Shen Xiaolang faint.

While dizzy, he was brought into a room, Chang Wuzi let him go, took off his whitish clothes while chatting with a young man, removed the crown, and replaced it with a yellow-brown, black crown, He carried another mahogany sword.

This attire was so familiar, Shen Wu didn't even dare to recognize it for a while, and it took him a long time to think in a trance, so the first immortal sect still cares about doing things to exorcise people.

It's really... approachable.

I just don't know why I have to change into Taoist clothes.

After changing his clothes, Chang Wuzi went out with his mahogany sword in hand. Shen Wu sharply saw a villager about to pick up his scattered clothes on the ground, so he rushed over and hugged the clothes into his arms first.

He still remembered how much belongings Chang Wuzi put into the sleeves, although the immortal family's methods should not make any mistakes, but what if it was revealed.

With this pile of burdens in his arms, Shen Wu stumbled to pay his respects to Chang Wuzi's practice.

On the other side, Chang Wuzi was ready to stop, and opened with a chaotic chorus of musical instruments.

I saw him holding a sword in one hand, with the tip of the sword facing the sky, with the middle finger of the other hand sticking to the sword body, his eyes closed, and he was muttering something quickly.

As soon as the music stopped, he moved solemnly and... slowly.

He held the sword, pointed left, swung right, supplemented by the same slow jumping and jumping, like an old and frail big horse monkey.

Da Ma Hou Taoist danced for a while, his wrists began to tremble, and his face also showed a look of exertion, and the onlookers were worried and whispered.Shen Wu couldn't understand what they said, so he simply didn't listen, he just looked at the front blankly and earnestly, seeing his movements getting slower and slower, sweat dripping from his temples, he couldn't help worrying for a moment:

The Taoist priest doesn't seem to be doing well, so don't fall down.

Fortunately, Changwuzi survived to the end, jumped up, pointed the tip of the sword at the incense altar, and following his soft scolding, a burst of fire burst out.

The villagers were amazed and said in unison: "Oh!"

Chang Wuzi retracted his sword, clasped his fists in salute to the surroundings, and said loudly: "This time the evil spirit is very powerful, fortunately with the blessing of Yang Qi from all the folks, the Taoist fulfilled his mission and wiped it out."

The villagers applauded.

Chang Wuzi was weakly supported down by a man in a Taoist robe, and before leaving, he winked at Shen Wu, and Shen Wu followed in a daze.

The man settled Changwuzi and closed the door thoughtfully and went out. He walked forward, and Changwuzi's back foot relieved the exhaustion on his face. His eyes, which were always melancholy, narrowed, and he looked a bit like a fox. cunning.

Shen Wu: "?" Is this pretending to be weak?What's the point?

Soon he knew the significance of Changwuzi's move.

The host knocked on the door and came in. Chang Wuzi immediately recovered from his weakness, and a few drops of sweat hung on his forehead in unison, trying to stand up.

The master quickly asked him to sit down, chattered a lot, Shen Wu understood the key sentence: "I will add incense money to the Taoist priest."

Chang Wuzi showed a faint smile, and said sadly: "How embarrassing..."

Shen Wu stared at this scene dumbfounded, and the little respect for Chang Wuzi that had arisen in his heart began to falter: Is this a deception?

The master went out after a few words of concern, Chang Wuzi beckoned him to his side, coughed a few times, and spoke so softly: "I think you have good qualifications, why don't you join my sect."

This is pretending to be weak and addicted.

Shen Wu quickly recalled in his mind the way he behaved when defrauding his own property and the way he jumped up and down like a monkey when he did it, weighed the pros and cons, and decided to deceive others as well.

He pretended not to hear, opened his eyes wide, and asked innocently: "Master Taoist, are there really ghosts in this world?"

Chang Wuzi didn't know if it was because he was so absorbed in his career of bluffing and deceiving that he had no time to care about him or something, but he was really distracted by his clumsy sentence: "Of course there are."

Shen Wu continued to ask: "What kind of ghost is that?"

Chang Wuzi said: "There are very few real ghosts. When mortals die, their souls return to heaven and earth. Only a few powerful monks, whose bodies die, their souls can still exist in heaven and earth. It’s a ghost cultivator. It’s still different from a ghost.”

Shen Wu was ignorant of what he heard, but it didn't matter, he memorized the whole passage, and asked: "Then what does a real ghost look like?"

Chang Wuzi was silent for a while, as if a little embarrassed: "I don't know, the Taoist has never seen a real ghost."

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking, closed his eyes and rested, looking extremely tired.

The acting is quite complete.

Seeing that he didn't have to be caught as an apprentice for a while, Shen Wu breathed a sigh of relief, found a small low bench and sat down, propped his chin, puffed up his cheeks, exhaled, puffed up again, and spit out again.

After entertaining himself boredly for a long time, he lowered his eyes and began to miss his father.

I don't know when I can go back.

And cultivating immortals... What does Xianshan look like?Will there be many fairies?Will his master be very powerful?

This person claims to be from the No. [-] Immortal Sect, but he has never seen a ghost. It can be seen that he is a fake, and he does not know what the No. [-] Immortal Sect is like.

After receiving the incense money, Chang Wuzi bid farewell to the villagers who were reluctant to part with him for eighteen miles, and embarked on a new journey with Shen Wu, who was stuffed with a purse.

Shen Wu thought that they would have to stop and go like this, and it would take ten days and a half months to get there, but when they left the village, Chang Wuzi slapped his head and said with a sad face: "It's bad, it's already passed these hours day!"

As he spoke, he hugged Shen Wu into his arms, made formulas with his hands, and chanted mantras, the scene changed instantly and became blurred.

Shen Wu remembered what he said before, he would be punished if he went back late, and he knew that it was probably because of himself, so he couldn't help being guilty and excited, secretly looking forward to the time when the true face of the fairy mountain, for Chang Wu The child's extremely low body temperature can also be tolerated.

There is a long distance to go, Shen Wu was excited not long before he gradually felt drowsy, his head tilted, curled up in Chang Wuzi's arms, and fell asleep.

When awakened by Changwuzi, it was already late.Shen Wu rubbed his eyes, turned his head to look around, and as far as he could see, it was a strange city that was far more majestic than the prophecy.

Shen Wu said in a daze: "Master Daoist, where is this place? Do you have business to do here?"

Chang Wuzi patted his head reassuringly, and said, "This is the capital of the ancient Yu Kingdom, Li Ming, and we have arrived."

Seeing that his lips were turning purple from the cold, he remembered something, and said, "Oops, I actually forgot! You child, why don't you say anything when you're cold?"

While muttering, he took Shen Wu's hand into his palm.

——It was only then that I remembered that I was so lucky that I didn't freeze to death.

Shen Wu didn't want to suffer from the cold anymore, so he instinctively hid for a while, the purse fell down, the mouth of the bag was not locked tightly, and the things inside were scattered all over the floor.

It is a peanut cake made by the villagers themselves.

Chang Wuzi picked up the purse first, and looked at it: "There are two more."

As he spoke, he handed the purse to him, and took the opportunity to grab his hands.

Shen Wu thought about what I want peanut crisps for, but then retracted his hands behind his back.However, his arms couldn't twist his thighs, so unfortunately he fell into the clutches of the devil in the end.

Fortunately, Taoist's hands were no longer cold, but exuded warmth.

Shen Wu's remaining drowsiness was evaporated by this warmth, and then boiled into a ball of paste, making him more drowsy.

but……

Wait, what do you mean, "here we are"?

A gust of wind blew by, Shen Wu sneezed and was completely awake.

He looked at the silent towering city wall, and at the guards standing with guns on both sides of the city gate. With his ordinary eyes, he didn't catch a trace of "immortal" or "mountain" in it.

He turned his head involuntarily, and in the distance, he saw the shadowy and undulating lines of the mountains, and guessed: Could it be over there?

Changwuzi stepped into the city.

Shen Wu held three points of luck, and asked: "Is this the fairy mountain?"

It is rumored that the magic tricks of the immortals emerge one after another, maybe this fairy mountain has been tricked to confuse ordinary people.

Chang Wuzi had never practiced mind-reading skills in his life, so he didn't understand how the children around him were struggling, so he said casually, "Of course not."

The meager trust brought about by the short-term relationship shattered into slag.

fraud!

Shen Wu remembered his father's teachings, and tightly sealed these two words in his stomach with his mouth tightly pursed. He no longer had any expectations for the so-called "No. [-] Immortal Gate".

Chang Wuzi was ignorant and led him straight to the residence, Shen Wu's heart trembled again.

It is the most inconspicuous residential building in the capital-covered Mingli. The house has three rafters and a yard the size of a palm. A thin, weak and crooked pomegranate tree is planted in the corner, and a few shriveled flowers are scattered here and there. .A rope was pulled in the yard, and clothes were dried on it.There is neither immortal energy, nor spiritual fruit.

There are also many weeds growing in the courtyard.

Penglai Xiaodongtian?

Lingshi everywhere?

Will you be punished if you return to the sect late?

Shen Wu thought of this liar who led him to defraud half of his family's treasury, and his heart ached so much that he couldn't walk.

Feeling the resistance, Chang Wuzi glanced back at him, then realized something was wrong, and put it as an afterthought: "Young Lord, I don't know, we have to enter the world before we can be born."

Shen Wu thought indifferently, oh, really.

He lowered his head and said nothing, Chang Wuzi still didn't leave, standing on the spot with full strength.Shen Wu didn't have the talent to open a pair of eyes on the top of his head, he didn't know what he was doing, he lowered his head until his neck was sore, but he still didn't move.Shen Wu finally couldn't hold back anymore and looked up at him.

When he looked up, he met a pair of sad eyes.

Shen Wu suddenly became hopeless and his heart softened, and said: "Taoist?"

Only then was Chang Wuzi satisfied, and said: "When you and your senior brother are successful in cultivation, we can return to the sect."

Shen Wu let out a listless "Yes", and didn't bother to worry about it anymore, he didn't ask him to be his teacher anymore.

Chang Wuzi led him to the room on the right, and knocked on the door courteously:

"My dear disciple, Master is back."

After about half a cup of tea, the door opened, and a young boy with an unhappy face walked out.