Isn’t it a necessary publicity measure to get a high price?

Isn’t it because it’s so delicious that it’s almost eating up the Taoist temple?

Xiong Haizi was afraid of being beaten and did not dare to expose it.

But my grandfather is over eighty years old.

Carrying more than 300 kilograms of weight, I can't help but be speechless.

"Grandpa, how long will it take for you to receive a reply?"

Xiong Chumo calculated with his hands for a long time, muttering to himself.

"Our place is more than 900 kilometers away from the Beijing Expressway.

In terms of straight-line distance, it would be six to seven hundred kilometers.

According to the flying speed of the paper crane.

The distance divided by the speed should be

If it's slow, it will take one or two years, if it's fast, you can get a reply in half a year."

Xiong Haizi immediately lost his temper, are you kidding me?

"Grandpa, if you had spoken so slowly earlier.

I'll drive him there and I'll be back tomorrow.

Is it so laborious?

It’s been half a year, are you kidding me?”

Xiong Chumo didn't care, and said it unhurriedly.

"Haizi, please be more careful.

The Taoist sect has its own rules, and you must not be contaminated by the impetuousness of the world.

Slow things down, don't you understand?

When you are my age, you will understand.

One step early, one step late, or two steps late will not affect your reaching the finish line.

As long as you are heading in the right direction and are not going blind.

This is the life sentiment that my grandfather and I have summarized over the past decades.

Just take some notes and it will be enough for you to use throughout your life."

Xiong Haizi really wanted to take out his pen and stab his grandfather in a rebellious manner.

Who just found out that Tianhu appeared in this world, and whose eyebrows were burning?

Now let's slow things down and make things smoother. What's wrong with it?

Just as he was about to turn around and leave the house, he ignored the old man.

The ringing tone of the phone comes to mind.

Xiong Haizi looked at his phone and saw that it was not his.

Xiong Chumo over there answered the phone.

"Master, why did you call me?

Did you receive my Thousand Miles Transmission Note?

How about it, after so many years as an apprentice, the Taoist magic has not been neglected.

Are you always happy?"

A large speaker for an elderly phone, for external stereo sound.

"What the hell is the sound transmission from thousands of miles away?

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is exhausted, and the spiritual energy network is blocked and there is no channel.

The Internet is gone, so what are you doing?

If you have anything to call me, can you die?"
Chapter completed!