"Ordinary people are busy and don't know spirituality or practice, let alone immortals."

"Hey, why is that man so unfamiliar? He doesn't look like someone from the village, does he?"

"Then the relatives who raise partridges."

Early in the morning, my uncle and aunt drove a third-wheel truck to the town to sell partridges. The temperature in the mountains was very low. Inside the house, Wang Xilou was wearing his aunt's floral cotton-padded jacket, long johns, and cotton slippers, eating melon seeds and watching the old TV.

She also wore a felt hat of the same style as the old lady's on her head. Feng Wuli put it on for her with many hands. She also cared about her as a little apprentice and felt so sweet that she didn't take it off.

In fact, the black-hearted disciple felt that she was closer to the old lady like this.

A boy at the Eight Immortals table nearby was writing a paper and complained that her voice should be lowered. Wang Xilou quickly turned down the volume, for fear of disturbing the family and studying in the future.

Feeling someone coming at the door, the two of them turned around and looked, oh, isn't this a fairy?

"The village is very lively." Shengqing said with a smile.

"They're all here to find you."

"Ah."

Feng Wuli's memory of when he was five years old was a little blurry. After Wang Xilou communicated with the other party, he realized that this man dressed in modern urban clothes and carrying a hiking bag was actually Sheng Qing.

He also saw Feng Wuli, who was a little dazed. In his memory, this young man was still only as tall as the corner of the table yesterday.

"It's already so big."

The boy got up and went to pour him tea, which was all coarse tea. Shengqing waved his hand and said no, Feng Wuli thought he didn't like the coarse tea, and then saw him take out a bottle of Coke from his schoolbag.

Still from Pepsi.

What about that gentle old man who pretends to be a refined gentleman?

Wang Xilou was very happy on the side and asked him if he wanted melon seeds. Sheng Qing said that it was too disturbing, sat down beside him and started to eat melon seeds.

He also asked Wang Xilou to change the channel to see Xiangnan Channel. There was a singing competition recently and he liked it very much. He even went to listen to it live and voted for the singer he liked, although he still lost.

"I've been practicing hard in the mountains these past few days, but there's no signal. It's really uncomfortable."

"You are quite fashionable." Wang Xilou turned to the channel. This old TV was full of snowflakes and could receive very few channels.

Shengqing's face was gentle, and his gentle appearance was a bit like Feng Wuli's memory. Even cracking melon seeds was more ornamental than Wang Xilou.

"It's you, why do you look like an old lady now?"

"Hey you old snake demon."

"Your apprentice is already so tall."

Wang Xilou scratched her head. She wanted to introduce Feng Wuli in another way, but she was too embarrassed to say it. After all, there was always something against common sense between master and disciple.

Unexpectedly, Shengqing picked up a melon seed and suddenly had a clear understanding and smiled lightly.

"That's it, he's not a disciple."

Feng Wuli put aside the paper on the Eight Immortals table and asked bluntly: "Lord Shengqing, have you become an immortal now?"

"It's done."

"Has the tribulation of becoming an immortal passed?" Feng Wuli was surprised.

"It's passed."

Feng Wuli didn't understand, "Monsters have an infinite lifespan compared to humans. It's understandable that humans want to become immortals. Why did Lord Shengqing become an immortal?"

Shengqing smiled: "Elves are different from people. Most elves do not insist on practicing. We have longer years, eating the wind and drinking the dew, inviting the stars and admiring the moon, but just like the seeds planted in the spring, they will bear fruit in the autumn.

, it just happened to come to me."

Feng Wuli is not a good person, but he is also very curious about becoming an immortal. If necessary, he will become an immortal in the future.

"Lord Shengqing, would you like to talk about the catastrophe of becoming an immortal?"

"It doesn't matter if you say it."

The little apprentice went over to sit with the little zombie. Wang Xilou peeled melon seeds for him one by one and put them in his hand.

"The tribulation of becoming an immortal is related to the spiritual entanglement. The spiritual entanglement I was born with is astrology and moon divination. The tribulation of becoming an immortal is counting the three hexagrams. Once it starts, it cannot be stopped. If all three hexagrams are correct, I will be considered to have survived this tribulation.

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"This first hexagram has calculated that my last hexagram will definitely predict the life and death of an extraordinary creature."

"This second hexagram, after calculating the last hexagram, the creature will definitely die within ten days."

Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou were both stunned. What kind of immortal calamity was this? Couldn't they survive it lying down?

God has given us benefits?

"But I couldn't leave during the tribulation period, and the monsters in the forest ran out early. I thought I was going to fail, but suddenly I felt the breath of twenty-eight practitioners in the mountain forest where I was going through the tribulation."

Of the twenty-eight practitioners, he only needs to randomly select one to survive this calamity.

"It's just that I couldn't bear to kill innocent people, so I blew up the wind and drove them away, but they didn't leave. They still wandered in the mountains and forests to find out where the immortals were."

Wang Xilou's eyes widened. He had now succeeded in overcoming the tribulation. In other words, he had figured out the last hexagram!

"Did you calculate the last hexagram?"

"never mind."

"Forget it who?"

Shengqing was about to say something when a picture on the cube TV suddenly interrupted them. He smiled gently and said he still wanted to drink tea.

Feng Wuli went to pour him tea.

He replied softly: "Forget it myself."

He calculated that he would definitely die within ten days. If the calculation was accurate, he would die. If the calculation was inaccurate, one of the three hexagrams would not be correct, and he would fail to deduct the immortal gate, and he would definitely die.

This is his calamity.

In fact, he has not changed. He is still the gentle and elegant gentleman he was. No matter how he changes his clothes, whether it is a Confucian robe or a shirt, whether he is holding a Coke or tea, these are all changes in the world and have nothing to do with him. He just

Feeling it, he has the desire to know everything about everything. Just like when he saw a fan or a motorcycle, he couldn't help but move his hands up and down. He is still kind-hearted.

Those who are good to snakes can only be promoted to high officials.

Feng Wuli couldn't understand.

If he came, he would definitely choose someone else to die in order to survive, but for Shengqing, this would be even more uncomfortable than letting him die.

Therefore, he chose to die by himself.

This is the thinking of monsters, they live very purely.

Wang Xilou couldn't help but feel a little sad when he thought that someone he had known for many years and was not even considered a friend was leaving again.

"You must be an idiot." She sighed.

He shook his head with a smile and asked with a smile: "Want to beat the king? I'm still a few stars short of this season."
Chapter completed!