One person transforms the gods into the heavens

"Walking through the Little Zhoutian, I pinched my fingers to make the incantations. I am a poor Taoist, but I am a little immortal from Longhu Mountain who has gained the Tao."

After Lu Zhen and Zhang Chulan discussed it yesterday, they didn't say much. They took leave early the next morning and got on the bus back to Zhang Chulan's hometown.

This time also coincides with the Qingming Festival, so the holiday is quite easy.

Time passed, nearly three hours or so.

That is a mountain road leading from the city to the countryside!
A bus was driving. Most of the people inside it were men going into the city to go home. Two of them were more conspicuous.

A tender-skinned person who can squeeze out water looks like a white lotus from a distance, a little pink, a bit like a boy and a girl, with a weak temperament, but there is a heroic aura between the eyebrows, Gives people a different kind of beauty.

The other one is not so good-looking. He is slumped more conspicuously, holding a bag tightly in his hand, and his hair is tied up.

A fairly good black uniform and a pair of jeans are standard equipment for a normal boy, thanks to Lu Zhen's friendly sponsorship.

To put it simply, they are the kind who don’t know how to dress at all, as long as they can wear them.

Watching the bus continue to drive, Zhang Chulan looked out the window, and the scenes in front of him passed by one after another, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

For Zhang Chulan, apart from his father who has disappeared long ago, his grandfather is his only concern in the world, even if he is already dead!

Unlike Zhang Chulan's heavy-minded look, Lu Zhen was humming a song, and with his outstanding appearance, he had already started chatting with a young lady on the bus.

"Hey, young lovers in the back, can you please stop being bored in the car? There are so many people in the car!"

"Even so, I don't know if I have any qualities!"

"Also, that uncle in the back row should stop smoking, okay? This is a bus, not your living room!"

The people in the car were shouting and seemed so ordinary, with a simple country atmosphere.

Please line up and exit when you arrive at the station.

Following a reminder, Lu Zhen and Zhang Chulan finally arrived at Zhang Chulan's hometown.

"Brother, you must come to my house to play when you have time!" the woman on the bus shouted.

Lu Zhen shook his arms, waved goodbye and said, "Don't worry, little sister, I will definitely go."

"Fuck!" Zhang Chulan poked Lu Zhen with his elbow and cursed, "How long has it been? You hooked up with another one."

"What, are you envious? I really can't bear to refuse young lady's repeated invitations. I'm always too soft-hearted..."

Zhang Chulan said stubbornly: "Oh, who would envy you? Be careful which day you run into a misfortune!"

"No! No! No!"

Lu Zhen shook his head and said: "To borrow my father's words, Du Dan will die under the flowers. Even a ghost can be charming. If a person is not romantic, it is useless to be a young man!"

"Haha, I feel like your dad isn't a good guy either!"

While the two were talking, a man came over and interrupted their conversation.

"Hey, isn't this Zhang Chulan? Why are you back? Didn't you go to university in the city? You weren't expelled from the school, were you?"

"Are you having a baby?" Lu Zhen asked.

"No, I hurt my friends and made my enemies worse!"

Then he said to the man: "The Qingming Festival is not a short holiday. I will go home to pay homage to my ancestors."

"The clothes are getting more and more fashionable. By the way, have you ever dated a female college student in the city?" the man asked.

Zhang Chulan's eyes were a little erratic when he heard this, and he didn't answer immediately.I saw the man immediately teasing: "Hey, let me go, you have been here for so long, are you still a child?"

Zhang Chulan quickly covered the man's mouth with quick eyes and hands, and said back: "You are the child ****, I, Zhang Chulan, was hugged from left to right in school..."

Lu Zhen looked at Zhang Chulan's tough talk and felt it was particularly interesting. He didn't talk much about it, and Zhang Chulan simply didn't chat much with that person.

After Zhang Chulan looked for his Uncle Song, he and Lu Zhen returned to his house.

"Ahem, I'm not talking about you, virgin, it's been a long time since anyone came back to your house, there's so much dust!" Lu Zhen complained, covering his nose.

"Okay, it would be nice to have a place to live. As you know, I have lived in an orphanage since I was seven years old. I am not financially free until I become an adult. After I went to college, I didn't have much time to take care of it. This house has always been like this. Wasted."

"Pfft, cough, it does have a bit of a smell, but it should still be habitable." Zhang Chulan said while doing a simple cleaning.

"Come on, don't be stunned and help me work together, otherwise we won't even have a place to stay tonight."

Lu Zhen glanced at the broom that Zhang Chulan had forced into his hand, and couldn't help complaining: "It's hard for me to accompany you home, and I have to be a cleaner, right? I'm only 15 years old and underage. You're like this Is that true?"

Zhang Chulan tossed the rag: "I don't know if that's true or not, but what I do know is that if you make enough food and clothing by yourself, if you don't work, you really won't even be able to eat. There is no takeout in the town!"

"Fine!"

Lu Zhen started to clean helplessly, but just when the two of them were about to finish cleaning and prepare to light a fire for cooking, Lu Zhen's eyes stayed on the fire stick.

It was covered with a layer of oil, covering its original appearance, but as soon as Lu Zhen got his hands on it, he felt that the touch was wrong. It was really too heavy.

"Is this a magic weapon?"

Lu Zhen couldn't help but shake the weight of the stick, something was indeed wrong. He couldn't help but use his hand to input a trace of qi, but he rejected his own qi.

"He is still a man of his own, which is interesting!"

"Virgin, do you still remember where you got this thing?" Lu Zhen asked Zhang Chulan while holding the fire stick.

Zhang Chulan took the stick and couldn't help scratching his head, as if he thought of something: "This thing seems to be a toy from my childhood. It is a prop used to play the Monkey King, the Monkey King. It seems that my grandfather found it specially for me.

I remember that when I was a child, it was quite beautiful, but now it may be dirty, so I took it to wash it. "

After washing the stick, it finally revealed its original appearance. The originally black stick has now become very luxurious and beautiful.

The middle is dark silver, wrapped with gold hoops at both ends, engraved with Taoist runes, and five seal characters engraved in the middle: Ruyi Golden Cudgel.

Lu Zhen used his existing knowledge to try to distinguish the material of this magic weapon, but what made him a little strange was that this thing looked more and more like his father's Qianhua Liquid Silver?

But that's not right. The output of Qianhua Liquid Silver is very rare. Dad should be unlikely to give it away. Moreover, it is the only one in the alien world and there is no other semicolon.

One or two thousand pieces of liquid silver were previously auctioned at the Taishan Ghost Market, which were regarded as treasures by countless weapon refiners. The final bidding price was [-] million.

It can be said that it is truly one tael of silver and ten thousand taels of gold.

According to Zhang Chulan's poor character, if he had this magical weapon refined from Qianhua Liquid Silver, he would have sold it long ago.

Although Zhang Chulan usually hides very well, he can't hide it from Lu Zhen's eyes. Zhang Chulan is a strange person, but he doesn't know what means he has.

After all, this virgin is so good at hiding that he has never been exposed.

So he couldn't help but ask: "Virgin, do you know the origin of this thing?"

(End of this chapter)