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“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this kind of people in the peace and prosperity of the world is kind, and the state city is really prosperous. Seeing that this shot is generous, I did not expect to win so many silver two.

Anyang watched him carefully put the money in the box and couldn’t help asking: “Does Li Daochang lack money?”

“Since you and I are both monks, we don’t have to be the monk leader. I’m not a monk leader. I’m just going to do some tricks.” Li Changsheng waved his hand. “The monk shouldn’t be greedy for money, but I want to find it at an older age. This is a place where the Taoists are also humans, so the poor Dao took a fancy to the prosperity of this parallel state city, and there happened to be an abandoned Taoist temple outside the city. The poor Dao wanted to repair it, and it can also be used as a dojo. They are all wandering around, where the money came from, they had to make a last resort, but it made Dao You laugh. “

“Where and where, walking rivers and lakes, everyone has a time when they are short of money.” Anyang waved his hand, secretly jotting down the gym outside the city, and looking at the money in the box, “But Daoist, this money If you want to repair a gym, I am afraid there is still a lack of it? “

Li Changsheng said helplessly: “If it is not enough, it will not be enough. Looking at these silvers, the savings of ordinary families in life are far worse. The poor can only ask for a place that can shelter the wind and rain, but it will be enough.”

Anyang nodded, thinking that the Taoist was open-minded, and suddenly asked, “Dare to ask Taoist friends, how did you find that I am a monk?”

Li Changsheng laughed a few times and said, “I see that although the Daoist is dressed in ordinary clothes, his eyebrows are extraordinary, and his temperament is far beyond human’s reach. Although the Daoist is hidden, he doesn’t see much, and the poor Dao can’t see the reason, but This alone is enough for Taoists to stand in the crowd like standing tall, plus the looming mana fluctuations of Taoists, there is no convergence, and the poor is not blind, how can it not be seen? “

Anyang suddenly realized this, and immediately said, “Ashamed, not ashamed, but not knowing how to converge, but ask the director for advice!”

For a moment, Li Changsheng looked at him carefully: “Won’t he converge?”

Anyang nodded: “The person who taught me only gave me a method of giving, not the method of using it.”

Li Changsheng suddenly realized: “It turned out that I still said that your mana is upright, strong and heavy, and at first glance comes from the famous decent. I am afraid that the cultivation is higher than the poor. The masters of the Nafa method only hope that you will be able to build a healthy body and prolong your life. Anyway, the method of convergence is also very simple. The poor people just know a little or two and will teach you.

Under the elm tree, a Taoist and a scholar sat together and did not know what to say.

About touching Xiaobanzhu, Anyang completely figured out how to hide it. Sure enough, as Li Changsheng said, this method of convergence is very simple, that is, without the guidance of Li Changsheng, he can figure it out himself, but there are no monks in the world that he experienced before. Of course, no one can see that he is practicing Kunlun, so there is no need to confine himself.

“Okay, the Taoist friends have learned it, and the poor Dao should leave. Ten miles away from the city, the old Taoist temple that the poor Dao said, welcomes Daoyou to be guests in the future.”

“Thank you, Director Dao, please walk slowly.”

Seeing the Taoist carrying a suitcase in one hand and holding the little Taoist away in the other, he looked helpless.

Originally there was the idea of ​​directly using force to threaten Li Changsheng to hand over spells, but he knew nothing about the monks of this world. He was afraid of accidents. The means revealed by this man is so magical, especially this strange child, So under the suspicion, he chose to tentatively, but this tentative question raised a big question. How did he know that the Taoist was so good at speaking, and taught him the technique of convergence without saying a word.

Now that the two of them are more or less friends, how can he be so good!

Fortunately, the time ratio between this world and the real world is greater than that of Pallans. He can be in a hurry, and he can stay for a few more months if the year is not enough.

The Taoist gradually went away, Anyang tried the technique of convergence, and soon became familiar with it. This small method was also very practical, just like holding his breath.

The only shortcoming is that this qi can’t be held at any time. I am afraid that people who have outstanding inductive monks may be discovered before they can converge their own breath, but the solution is not without. Usually, those who have accomplished monks are all By accumulating day after day and year after year, these little means become instincts, and the deliberate suffocation becomes breathing and heartbeat, so there is no need to deliberately run.

He naturally does not have this break-in time, but he has other means.

“Seventeen, build a model to control the operation of convergence at any time.”

“During the establishment of the model, the estimated completion time is ten minutes.”

Seventeen is that he obtains the name for the bio-assist chip, or the intelligent system on the chip. It is also very random to obtain the name.

After ten minutes, everything was resolved.

At dusk, the golden and red light sprinkled on the surface of the Qingyue River, reflecting the colorful shadows. When the wind blew, it wrinkled into a fine light spot. The men and women who walked by the river and admired the scenery returned home. Slowly moving under the penny’s penny, pulling a long wavy trace on the river.

Anyang walked back to the dilapidated home of this world. The old man had already prepared meals, which were still green without salt. The bowl was full of sweet potato rice, but it had a pair of chopsticks more than expected.

He put something on the table on the table and asked doubtfully: “Why, is there a guest today?”

The old man was slightly rickety and wrinkled, but said with a smile: “What did you buy again? I don’t know what happened to you these days. I always buy something back!”

Anyang untied the Mao Sheng, turned the thick yellow paper, and said: “Today I sold another poem and made a lot of money. Don’t go to the tea shop, get some good food every day.”

“How can this be done? How many poems can you sell? It’s better to have the name of the exam. Qiu Wei is coming next year, and I’m not ready to prepare!” Said the old man, but he smelled an unspeakable meaty fragrance. Looking at a finely chopped roast chicken wrapped in yellow paper, his face gradually grew up, “Why are you so wasteful, tell me what poems are you selling today?”

Anyang responded casually: “Sunrise river flowers are more red than fire, and spring rivers are greener and bluer.”

The old man immediately admired: “Good poetry, good poetry, there is good, good!”

Anyang glanced at him. The old man was also a businessman and a philosopher when he was young. The words were recognizable, but he really wanted to tell him what good poetry is not good poetry. It is estimated that his only virtue is whether it sounds good or not.

At this time, a slap-sized small head protruded from the door of the back room. When he saw him, he shrank back, but Anyang keenly discovered: “Who is this?”

The old man glanced behind him, walked over a few steps, and pulled out a 6- or 7-year-old girl. The clothes she wore were rich and colorful, but they were dirty. The facial features were very flexible and clean, but they were still very good. Fear of life, he did not speak with his head down, and he dare not look up, but he swept the roast chicken on the table when he smelled the fragrance, but he was also careful.

“I sold a tea today and found a lost little girl. She did n’t say anything when asked her. I do n’t think she was dressed like the children of ordinary people. Perhaps she accidentally broke up with her family. More miles, I brought her back, thinking that her family would be able to bring her back in two days. “

As he was talking, he had pressed the little girl who was afraid of birth onto the table and had chopsticks.

Anyang glanced at the girl lightly and startled her again, saying, “I can’t eat any more food, and I have the leisure to adopt the little girl?”

The old man filled a bowl of rice for the little girl and returned slowly: “I am not missing these few meals, maybe her family will take her back in a few days.”

Anyang continued to look at the little girl, looking at the cautious look she held with chopsticks but dared not move. Her eyes swept around. She saw that the old man ate a piece of vegetables, and she followed with a small piece of vegetables. She wrinkled her white eyebrows, but she swallowed hard, watching Anyang take a chicken leg, and then she ate a small loss of chicken, which looked like she was afraid of poison in the food.

He asked, “What about your family?”

The little girl’s movement to eat the food froze for an instant, and gave him a careful look, and said gently, “All are dead.”

Anyang’s movement to stop eating suddenly stopped, but this movement surprised the little girl for a while, his eyes turned and he didn’t know where he said the wrong thing.

The old man also stiffened, and finally said: “It’s okay, it’s going to die completely. After that, you will follow the old man and I will see that you can’t eat much, and I can afford you this old bone.”

Anyang did not speak, anyway, he came, and there is indeed no shortage of this little girl to eat a bite, since the old man is willing, then let him go, the old man adopts this little girl, should adopt the original story of this world, the old man adopts himself same.

After thinking about it, he asked again: “What’s your name?”

In response to his calm gaze, the little girl’s chopsticks almost fell to the ground. They dared not raise their heads and whispered, “Little, Xiaochan, Hu Xiaochan.”

Anyang nodded, but said no more, he was afraid to scare the girl.

After eating a meal, he can see that the little girl is indeed not a child of ordinary people. It can be seen from her tangled expression when eating vegetables, and this girl is also very sensible, and she clearly does not want to eat vegetables, but is embarrassed to eat them all the time. When roasting chicken, every time you eat a piece of meat, you have to bite your chopsticks and think for a long time, then frown on a piece of green vegetables to eat, and then pause for a while before you dare to eat roast chicken.

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Anyang asked faintly: “This girl looks like a child of a big family, but the family is all dead. Are you afraid to cause you trouble?”

The old man hesitated when he heard the words. Obviously he did n’t realize this before. Now he feels that the girl ’s life experience is really wrong. He does n’t care how many meters he can eat himself. After spending money, I saw that the girl was really pitiful, and she brought her teeth back, but now she has to think more clearly.

It took a long time before he asked tentatively: “Otherwise, I won’t let her go out during this time?”

Anyang smiled, and sure enough, it was impossible for the old man to throw Xiao Chan back. Since that is the case, let him go.

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