Peach is the essence of five trees, also called fairy wood. It can be made into a sword, which is a magical weapon to ward off evil spirits, control the house, and bring good fortune - "Records of Ancient Utensils".

The next day, Lang Fei, a little ghost, thought to himself, if I go with Xiaoyun, those immortals will definitely neglect me when they come. It doesn't matter if I am a little bit upset. It will be really embarrassing if Xiaoyun is caught in the laughing stock.

I am embarrassed, so I will go out and hide from him for a few days. I think Xiaoyun must have worshiped the master, and those immortals will come to look for me.

The kid then informed the two elders that he was about to travel far away and didn’t know when he would return home. He wanted to stay in the old house for a few days to comfort the souls of the ancestors of the Lang family in heaven. Such a reasonable and reasonable thing could not be stopped by the first two elders, so he followed Lang Fei.

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When Lang Fei returned to his ancestral home, he first went to the ancestral hall to pay homage and talk about recent events. Then he went to the street to pick up the signboards from the shops. He gently wiped off the dust on the signboards with his sleeves, sighed, and then put on the linen cloth.

Wrap it up and put it in the shop.

"Hey, Xiao Fei, what's wrong? Why did you put the sign away?" Aunt Zhang from the pork shop next door asked in confusion when she saw Lang Fei taking off the sign.

"Aunt Zhang, the gods in the sky gave me a dream last night, saying that I have immortal bones and that they would take me to become an immortal."

"You little devil, you can't tell the truth. If you could become an immortal, I would still be the Queen Mother descending to earth." Aunt Zhang curled her lips, stamped the dirt on her feet, and walked into the shop.

Lang Fei made a face and went into the house.

When he was young, Lang Fei finished tidying up the shop and closed the door. At this time, the sun was setting in the west. The little ghost was at the street corner. He sold two taels of rice wine and bought half a roast goose. He returned to the old house and poured some under the portraits of his parents.

After half a glass of wine, he sat down and poured himself a drink. Lang Fei's quantity was small, so he could only drink three or two glasses. Then he saw two rows of drowsy wooden benches, and the moon shadows were in pairs. He said, "I'm drunk, I'm drunk."

I had to sleep next to the bed for a while, and it was a silent night.

The next day, Xiao Guitou opened his sleepy eyes and got out of bed. He felt his head was heavy and his feet were light, and he felt dizzy for a while. He thought to himself, "This wine is really not something ordinary people drink." After a while, he drank a cup of tea to wake up.

After getting the wine, he realized that it was already three o'clock in the morning. He walked out of the courtyard gate, but heard the noise of people on the street. Lang Fei opened the courtyard door and entered the street. He only looked around three times in front of Mo Tie's blacksmith shop.

The outer three circles were surrounded by almost half of the town. At this moment, he heard a "swish" sound, and a blue light flew from the distant sky. It fell off the cloud and headed towards Motieyuan. Lang Fei was startled.

He smacked his lips and said to himself, "My dear, it's amazing, it's amazing. I'll hide it for now. I don't want to show my stupidity today. I want the young master invited by these gods to come home, so that I can be majestic." The little ghost head hurriedly turned back to the house.

I hurriedly packed some dry food, took two leisure books, and went out to the back mountain.

There is an earthen mountain next to Qingniu Town. Because many people in the town graze cattle here, it is called the Cowherd Mountain. Lang Fei has looked through it countless times in the past fourteen years. Every plant and tree on the mountain is in his heart.

There is an earth cave on the hillside of the mountain. Some people in the village always come here to stay for a while to escape the heat every hot summer. It is the Mid-Autumn Festival and there is no one around at this time. Lang Fei walked into the cave, spread the thatch first, and murmured, "Okay

A bad general will spend the night."

Without going into the details of the town, let me just say that Lang Fei managed to survive the night. He woke up in the morning and ate a quick bite of dry food. Then he found a rock and sat down, picked up what he had not finished last night and continued to read. This kid seemed to be attentive.

He read it carefully, but the glances from the corners of his eyes clearly gave him away.

"Little layman, I see that you are a very talented person in cultivating immortals because of your light bones. Are you willing to come back to the mountain to practice with me?" The little ghost head just sat down for a while, and in just half a stick of incense, he actually said it himself

There was a sound of questioning behind him, and Lang Fei felt nervous and said to himself, "I can't panic. I should ask clearly the pros and cons before making a plan." He slowly turned around and saw an old Taoist walking slowly from a high place.

The Taoist priest wears a Bagua brocade robe and a white crane feather crown on his head. He has a slim figure and long eyebrows drooping, giving him the image of a master.

"Cultivation as an immortal? Can you live forever?" Lang Fei asked.

"Yes." The old Taoist nodded slightly and replied.

"Can you Teng Yun?"

"Can."

"That's very good. I want to grow up with the immortal...wait a minute, can I eat meat?" Lang Fei was waiting for his promise, but suddenly thought of such an important matter and almost forgot to ask.

"In my sect's cultivation, we must observe fasting," the old Taoist replied.

"How can I bear it? Let's not mention the practice." After saying that, Xiao Guitou jumped off the rock and walked down the mountain without paying attention to the astonished expression on the old man's face.

"Little benefactor, this poor monk sees the aura above your head. You are the perfect choice for cultivating Buddhism. Are you willing to join me?" After just a few steps, he saw a monk in green clothes walking in front of him. He clasped his hands and said,

He has a compassionate face, and his robes and boots are all spotless.

"This old monk came out of nowhere, and there is not even a trace of dust on this mountain of dirt. He really has magical powers." Lang Fei thought to himself secretly.

"Master, I just want to ask one thing. Does your temple prohibit marriage?" Lang Fei asked.

"The little benefactor is joking. Since you have entered Buddhism, you should have your six senses pure, and you will not be allowed to get married." The old monk was not annoyed and still answered with a smile.

"In this case, don't mention the matter of becoming a Buddhist monk. Don't mention it." Lang Fei still walked down the mountain. The old monk shook his head and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Little baby, I see that you are like a tiger and a tiger. If you train with me, you will be able to train like me and marry her." Not long after Lang Fei left, he saw a black figure popping out from behind the stone beside him.

The big man said in an angry voice.

"Big guy, you can't even tell a lie and you can't even imitate the words of the two people before you. How can you think that my small body is worthy of a tiger? I suddenly jumped out from the side of the road, making me think I met a strongman who was robbing my house.

Furthermore, I want to practice to be as dark-headed and dark-faced as you, and I’m afraid my father won’t even recognize me... Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t block my way.”

The big man was taken aback by this, and when he saw the little devil walking by, he hesitated for a long time without saying a word, and stamped his feet to smash two or three rocks.

As Lang Fei walked, he felt happy in his heart. It was really interesting to meet such a living treasure. It was really satisfying to see these masters crumble in his hands. "Don't look at you who are usually so high and mighty, but now you have fallen into the hands of me."

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After walking dozens of steps again, I saw another old Taoist walking in front of me. He had a Taoist bun on his head, a purple and gold Bagua Taoist robe on his body, a pair of cloud shoes on his feet, and a pair of cloud shoes on his right hand.

He put the pole on his shoulder, made a seal with his left hand, and flew towards Lang with a smile on his face.

Lang Fei felt that the sun's reflection on the old Taoist body hurt his eyes, so he made a gesture and said, "Stop, old Taoist priest, tell yourself what's so good about you."

"But I don't know what the younger generation wants to hear?" the old Taoist replied.

"Whatever, as long as you don't go any further." Lang Fei covered his brows with his hands and squinted at Lao Dao.

"In this sect, there are elixirs that are evergreen, which can dispel all kinds of diseases and prolong life. There is a talisman to escape the sky, which can control the escape light, and it can travel thousands of miles. There is a sword and peach king, which can drive away all evils, and there will be no disasters. There is a urn to control thunder.

, it can summon thunder from the sky, protect the way and subjugate demons, there are stones... there are medicines called Nine Yangs, which can control yang affairs, and can control thousands of women at night without falling." The old Taoist priest kept talking for a long time.

"Then are there any taboos or rules for entering?" Although the little devil's heart was itching after hearing this, he still couldn't forget such important things.

"Our sect does not abstain from eating meat and vegetables, and we do not prohibit marriage. We only need to follow the moral standards." After the old Taoist said this, he closed his eyes and remained silent, waiting for the little devil to think.

Lang Fei thought about it but felt that the problem had been solved. There should not be many such sects in the world of spiritual practice, so he agreed to his decision. However, when he saw the little devil walking quickly to the old Taoist, he bowed and shouted

"Master, please bow to me, my disciple."

The old Taoist priest was slightly happy, holding his left hand emptyly, and said in his mouth, "Good disciple, get up, I will follow my master to say goodbye to my parents first, and then I'm thinking about it." Lang Fei felt a soft force lifting his body out of thin air, saying goodbye.

The old Taoist threw out a pocket wooden sword, but when he saw that the sword grew in the wind, it suddenly grew three feet long and more than three feet wide. It was hanging at the feet of the old Taoist. The old Taoist jumped up with his little ghost head and pointed at the mountain at the bottom.

In the direction, the long sword slowly rose. At this time, the corners of the old Taoist's mouth curled up, and he suddenly shouted, "Fellow Taoists below, the old Taoist has already recruited a good disciple, so you should disperse on your own, hahahaha."

At this time, the sword had already risen into the air. Perhaps the old Taoist was afraid of scaring the little ghost head, so he did not let go of the escape light. The little ghost head found it strange, so he stood on the hilt of the sword and looked around. He saw several more arrows flying out from the direction where the old Taoist had just shouted.

The escaping light dispersed in all directions, and a voice came from a distance in the direction of one of the escaping lights: "Xuanyu Zamao, I let you get there first this time. Next time I see you, I will compete with you to see who is the better disciple."

"Mingkong Lao Niubi, don't worry, we will continue whether you are competing in elixir refining or drawing talismans," the old Taoist priest replied.

"This one's name is Mingkong. I've been thinking about you since I first started. I have a long way to go and I will make you look good," the little devil thought.

Xuanyu Laodao and Lang Fei slowly flew from the air and landed at the door of Mo Tie's blacksmith shop. It was almost noon, and the streets of the town were the time when there were the most people.

"Isn't that the eldest son of the Mo family? How could he be favored by the gods?" Liu, the lame vegetable seller, stared at Lang Fei in shock.

"No, it's really this kid. The Mo family has good fortune and will be a pair of gods in the future. Tsk, tsk, I hope we can get their glory in the future." Aunt Xue, who was buying vegetables, replied while taking advantage of the opportunity.

Lame Liu accidentally tore off the wilted leaves of the cabbage in his hand.

Aunt Zhang from the butcher shop took a beef knife and cut the beef on the chopping board one by one. She saw the old man and the little ghost jumping off the flying sword, "Oh, my God, this kid really asked the gods to pick him up."

"Master, hurry up, hurry up, the gods are here again, hurry up and take Erde to Tiedan's house to have a look. Who knows if the mayor's test is accurate, just in case some god takes a fancy to it." Zhang Da

Tu slowly sat up on the lounge chair in the back hall and lazily stretched his waist. "Falling in on Er De? I think even if you do, it's because of his fat body." Despite this, Zhang Da Tu still went to the backyard.

Went to find my son.

When Lang Fei and Master Xuan Yu just entered the courtyard, they heard from a distance on the street, "Old immortal, stay here, please take a look at the dog." Lang Fei looked back and said, "Hey," Hao Xiucai was holding his newly weaned dog.

The child ran from the end of the street, followed by a group of people, Zhang Datu, One-eyed Hu, Sister Ma, in short, everyone with children came with their children. Judging from the posture, he was probably still sitting.

The confinement period has not come.

Old Taoist Xuan Yu frowned slightly, took out something like cotton from his sleeve, then threw it into the air, pinched a magic formula with his left hand, shouted "open", and saw the "cotton" slowly growing in size, waiting for it.

Covering the size of the entire yard, Master Xuanyu changed his hand again and pressed it down slightly, only to see the "cotton" slowly fall down and cover the entire yard. Lang Fei strained his ears and could no longer hear the shouting outside, but saw that the door was like clouds and mist.

origin.

Lang Fei was curious and asked, "Master, is this thing called a magic weapon?"

The old Taoist smiled slightly, "This thing can't be called a magic weapon. It's just a gadget that I can make in my spare time. It should be included in the list of magic weapons. It can stop ordinary people and wild beasts, but it can't deal with people with a little knowledge. Okay, let's go into the house.

Go, these kinds of things are waiting for you to pick after you go up the mountain."

The old Taoist Lang Fei walked towards the front hall one after another. When he entered the hall, as soon as Lang Fei stood still, he took a look at the middle-aged woman Xu who was sitting on the main seat.

Colorful, cicada belt, jade hosta, soft jade bracelet, eyes full of rich flowers.

Mo Tie was sitting next to the woman. Seeing Lao Dao and Lang Fei come in, he stood up hurriedly and asked Lang Fei, "Who is this?"

Lang Fei hurriedly said, "This is my master, Master Xuanyu." After hearing this, Mo Tie hurriedly led the master to sit down.

Before Mo Tie had time to ask Lang Fei carefully, the woman spoke first, "Brother Xuanyu, we haven't seen each other for fifty years, how are you doing?"

"My old bones are gone, but Fairy Yunxia is still as glorious as ever." The old Taoist priest said with a slight smile.
To be continued...