Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 146 Do you think too highly of yourself?
After sending Hei Xiayi away, Xu Yuanchang walked back to the yard thoughtfully. He wanted to use his own method to verify the suspicions in his heart.

He didn't pay attention to Liu Xianfeng, who was standing outside the courtyard gate but hesitated to speak.

Entering the quiet room, closing the door and windows, Xu Yuanchang took out the bamboo stick given to him by Taoist Master Yanshan from his hair bun, took out three copper coins and put them on the table together, slowly adjusted his breathing, made an appointment for tea, and adjusted his mood. There is no wave in the ancient well.

He has a wide range of interests and has learned the "Copper Money Gua" and "Questioning Heart Gua" from books.

In my spare time, I also threw copper coins into the hexagram, but it seemed that I had never gotten it right.

He spread a piece of white cloth on the ground with a picture of the nine palaces on it, picked up the bamboo stick, folded it between his palms, meditated for a moment, closed his eyes and spread his hands apart, dropped the bamboo stick to the white cloth on the ground, and said in his mouth: " Xun Palace, on the top."

A soft thud was heard.

Xu Yuanchang opened his eyes and saw the bamboo stick rolling and falling into the Xun Palace, spinning half a circle with the bamboo stick facing upwards.

Taoist Master Yanshan once used saliva to draw talismans and saved Shi Wangchen's life.

He suddenly got inspiration and borrowed Taoist Master Yanshan's fortune-telling stick to ask his heart today.

The first hexagram is in harmony with the heart and is extremely effective.

He leaned over to pick up the bamboo stick, closed his palms, closed his eyes and silently asked about the hexagram, parted his hands, and said in his mouth: "Leave the palace, with the tip facing to the left."

When I opened my eyes, I saw the bamboo stick rolling down into the palace above, pointing straight to the left.

His heart was still, and he was getting closer and closer to the suspected truth. He picked up the bamboo stick again, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, spread his hands, and said: "Gen Palace, pointed down."

After getting the answer he wanted, Xu Yuanchang picked up the bamboo stick located in Gen Palace and inserted the bamboo stick into his bun.

After pacing and thinking for a while, Xu Yuanchang picked up three more copper coins.

I lost it three times in a row, and it was inaccurate every time. It was messy and invisible.

It's not that his hexagram skills have improved by leaps and bounds, but that his thoughts and thoughts have been responded to by Taoist Master Yanshan. It's so miraculous.

He finally found the correct way to use bamboo sticks.

With a sigh in his heart, Xu Yuanchang put away the things on the ground.

Walking out of the yard, he came to the tree pavilion and sat down opposite Liu Xianfeng. He looked at Liu Xianfeng, who was staring at him silently with his eyes wide open, and asked with a smile: "What are you playing again?"

Liu Xianfeng curled his lips and said dissatisfied: "You can't hide it from me. Elder Mei asked someone to tell you to improve your cultivation as soon as possible. Is this a warning to that old turtle to plot against you?"

Xu Yuanchang glanced around and saw the mist rising in the forest everywhere. The tree charm had activated all the formations, and then said some heart-breaking words.

"Your guess is just one of them. Maybe the God of Sin is plotting against me. The masters of Sitian Palace will do anything in exchange for benefits."

Liu Xianfeng covered her mouth in surprise, it was so incredible.

Can the sin god of the former dynasty, who has been suppressed under the mountain for more than 800 years, reach a deal with the masters of Si Tiandian?
Just to deal with the young master?
The two of them are just insignificant little characters. Although they ruined several plots of the God of Sin, they won't be so worried about the God of Sin succumbing to Si Tiandian, right?

She wanted to refute the young master, did you think too highly of yourself because you didn't wake up?

But based on his usual experience, every time the young master’s unbelievable thoughts turned out to be a reality.

Xu Yuanchang smiled and waved his hands: "The sky will not fall. You said before, 'Play when you need to play, practice when you need to practice, and do whatever you want.' Don't worry about the sky and mess up your state of mind. You can't hide from what is coming, even if you have to fight with sin." When the gods face each other, we still don’t know who will win.”

Liu Xianfeng asked with a sad face: "Really?"

"fake."

Xu Yuanchang smiled and sat down to drink tea leisurely and admire the autumn colors of the mountain scenery.

The divine light of the God of Sin entered his consciousness space and spied the secret of his own God-inviting platform. He discovered that the gods in the lower world were extremely greedy for his God-inviting platform, which was called the "Creation God Platform".

He had searched the classics, but perhaps because he did not have access to more profound things, he did not see any records about the invitation to the gods or the creation of the gods.

The body of the God of Sin who was suppressed at the bottom of the mountain may have learned the secret of his own God-inviting platform through unknown means.

Elder Mei sent him the letter, implying that he should contact the "master" who gave him the bamboo stick.

Within a few years, his strength cannot improve drastically, so how can he improve quickly?
The experts behind him are his greatest strength and assistance.

However, the master is nowhere to be seen. Which "famous mountains and rivers" can he go to find Taoist Master Yanshan?
Liu Xianfeng sighed and said: "I have said before, 'If you never leave me, I will accompany you through life and death.' Let's face it together. You can never leave me and go alone."

"I haven't had a glimpse of the horoscopes yet. I'll tell you later. Maybe Elder Mei just wants to urge me to improve my cultivation and complicate our thinking."

"I believe in my feelings. I'm going to practice."

Liu Xianfeng flew up, and she decided to work hard and practice hard from today on, and no longer play around and be lazy.

She hated being ruthlessly manipulated as a chess piece by a superior being.

She hates that those who set the rules ignore them and trample on them.

Practitioners shouldn't be like this.

There was a trace of helplessness hidden deep in Xu Yuanchang's eyes, and he smiled and warned: "When the moon comes out at night, remember to go visit relatives for me. You don't have to stay too long. Just drink a bowl of tea and it's fine."

"I know."

Liu Xianfeng's voice came, as crisp as ever, but the figure had disappeared.

Xu Yuanchang took out the black soul-falling stone and slowly refined it with magic techniques and magic power. It really pissed him off. In order to survive, he didn't mind doing anything earth-shattering.

He also holds a powerful trump card in his hand.

Through the Wenxin Gua, even if he handed over the Nine Fantasy Cauldron and the Nine Fantasy Palace, he still could not solve the underlying crisis. He must find a way to face the disaster on his way to practice, and there is no way to avoid it.

At noon, I unexpectedly received a message from Fu Ying, saying that Liu Nayun had worked hard and found his spirit. Maybe it wouldn't be long before he could step into the threshold of a monk and praise the good luck of the festival, and so on.

Then he received another message, which was An Ciyu's holiday greetings to him.

Xu Yuanchang showed a smile on his face and answered the messages one by one. He was not alone in this world. He had friends and comrades.

At night, the full moon shines brightly, and the village is filled with a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

Liu Xianfeng suddenly appeared on the tree branch in front of the newly painted courtyard door, walked forward and knocked on the door.

Children cheered and shouted: "Coming, coming."

"I'll open the door."

Gouwa rushed the fastest, opened the courtyard door first, turned around and shouted happily: "Mom, Fairy Liu is here."

With the arrival of Fairy Liu, the yard seems much brighter and full of festive joy.

The children are no longer as cautious as they were the first time.

The ignorant Danwa stretched out her dirty hands, wanting to hug her and lift her up high.

The sensible Gou Wa quickly stepped forward to stop him, took his brother aside, and stuffed a piece of pastry into Dan Wa's drooling mouth.

If you get your saliva on Fairy Liu's beautiful skirt, that's fine.

Liu Xianfeng sat down and chatted with him for a while, drank a bowl of tea and ate two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

She was visiting relatives for the young master, and she didn't know if she would have a chance to come back next time. She took a basket of cakes and fruits prepared by Gou Wa Niang for the young master and left gently.

After closing the door, Dazhu muttered: "Is it possible that the third child encountered something difficult? Fairy Liu seems to have something on her mind."

Gou Wa Niang rolled her eyes: "Don't worry so much about the gods, as long as they get along."

Liu Xianfeng, who had already reached the sky above Bailin Valley, stretched out his hand and rubbed his cheek, warning himself to keep his emotions and anger invisible. How could a mortal see it?

Fall to the tree pavilion and place the fruit cakes on the tree table.

The moonlight shone in slantingly, and the two sat across from each other, chatting and laughing, spending the holiday together, not mentioning what happened in the morning.

"Okay, you two are so outrageous. You're cheating on me behind my back."

A loud and disturbing sound of a broken gong was heard in the air. Shi Wangchen ducked into the pavilion, picked up pastries and fruits and started eating. He didn't dislike ordinary food, but he didn't eat too much, and he only tasted a little.

He took out a wine bottle from his storage bag and poured the tea on the table under the hanging rock.

"Today is a festive day, so you can enjoy the moon without drinking."

After pouring a cup of wine for each of them, Shi Wangchen raised his cup to the moon and said loudly: "'When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for your wine.' Everyone, live up to the beauty of the world and drink victoriously!"

Xu Yuanchang almost spilled his drink.

Brother Shi is ugly but still reciting poems. Isn't he a disgusting person who ruins the festive atmosphere?

Liu Xianfeng pursed her lips and smiled, raised the cup with both hands and said: "Respect 'Mr. Anonymous', let the Academy no longer have the custom of the Mid-Autumn Festival, please!"

Shi Wangchen laughed and drank the wine in one gulp. He glanced at Brother Xu, who was drinking lightly and showed no trace of elegance in his body, and said: "I heard that 'Mr. Anonymous' had another masterpiece published last year, which was widely circulated among scholars. , countless scholars, old and young, lamented that they could not seek advice from the anonymous gentleman face to face, which was a pity.”

Xu Yuanchang couldn't bear it and drank the wine in one gulp, and said: "It's not easy to listen to my poetry. You two should wash your ears clean." He pondered to the moon: "'The moon is still the moon, and the wind is still so light'... …”

The two waited for a long time, but nothing happened.

"Where's the back?"

"It's finished. The artistic conception is perfect and the words are concise. You can slowly understand it."

Xu Yuanchang boasted slowly and shamelessly.

Once such a magnificent masterpiece comes out, who will dare to challenge him to write poetry in the future?
Shi Wangchen drank three glasses of wine to calm down his shock, shivered again, smoothed the goosebumps all over his body, and said to Liu Xianfeng who couldn't help laughing: "Whoever calls him 'Mr. Anonymous' from now on, I will be full." With old boxing, you have to fight even if you can't win, it's better than having your ears hurt."

Liu Xianfeng laughed so hard that she shouted, "Let me help you... cheer!"

She could imagine the tragic end of Lao Shi being beaten by Yan Jiaoyu and being unable to resist. It was so funny.

After chatting, Xu Yuanchang took out the black soul-collecting bottle and asked Lao Shi some details about refining souls as pets.

He does not object to refining captured demon souls into soul pets to increase his strength, but he will not do the bottomless evil thing of collecting mortal souls and feeding soul pets.

Shi Wangchen gave a lot of advice, suggesting using earth and water crystals to cultivate sand-containing monster souls, which was more expensive.

In the next two months, Xu Yuanchang spent a lot of time, bit by bit, dispelling the resentment and residual consciousness of the sand-bearing monster soul itself, retaining only its instincts and talents. Soul refining was very cruel, but he persisted with a rock-like heart.

Human monks and monsters are resources for each other.

Not to mention a monster that does evil.

It is recorded in the classics that the demon tribe raised humans as food in their territory, and it was common for them to eat them alive.

This world is so cruel to people who are not my species.

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(End of this chapter)