The Shangqing Palace was quarreling, but Xuankong was too lazy to care about the disputes between those people.

Back at Yuwei Caotang, although he stayed outside for a night after going down the mountain, fragrant rice was still placed on the wooden table in the thatched cottage. Xuan Kong picked up the corner of his mouth, walked to the cabinet, opened it, and saw delicious fish, meat and vegetables.

Even the teapot that I had drunk before leaving was filled with steaming boiling water.

However, Xuankong was not surprised. He took out the wine pot from his arms and placed it on the table. When tomorrow, it would naturally be filled with cold boiled water and could turn into fine wine.

For more than ten years, this has always been like this. There is no need to do it by yourself, as if there is an invisible nanny around me taking care of him. Since they are unwilling to show up, Xuan Kong doesn't want to use magic to force others.

Xuankong's bed is placed in a corner of the wooden house, and a window lattice is opened next to it to see the sunshine in the sky.

The battle for the whole night took Xuankong a lot of energy. After returning to his territory, he didn't want to eat and sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and focused his mind into meditation.

Xuankong, who has calmed down, has a general style. Compared to his usual optimistic and cheerfulness, Pingzi has a bit of calmness and stability. This is also the character brought by his previous life. Those who only work hard on the streets are all gangsters at the bottom.

If you want to make progress and become a big brother, you must think more and think more.

No big brother is simple, otherwise he would not be able to stay in the ** for a long time.

From the habits brought by his previous life, Xuankong was always willing to waste time after experiencing the battle, replayed it over and over again in his mind, and then summarized the gains and losses in the battle. In a short while, he was already in a state of darkness.

A coquettish voice rang in the dark: "Why did you go when you were not in the thatched hut last night?"

"Are you here?" Xuan Kong's body closed his eyes and spoke in his deep consciousness.

In the darkness, another silver bell-like female voice was added: "Yes, I come to the thatched house to serve you every day, Master Wukong!" She didn't notice that the old Taoist priest drew Xuan's seniority and changed the Taoist name.

Xuankong was proud and smiled in his consciousness, "I am no longer called Wukong."

The coquettish voice sighed. She was very familiar with Xuankong's bad character. Xuankong's face was full of words, and he always liked to leave a half of his words. In fact, he was saying, "Come and ask me, I will tell you my new Taoist name."

The silver bell-like female voice couldn't help laughing: "If you don't call me Goku, what should I call it?"

Sure enough, Xuan Kong took the opportunity to ask, "Those two girls, you sneak into my consciousness every day, what are you calling me?"

The silver bell-like girl laughed and said, "Didn't you call me Xiaobai and call my sister to be a little flower?"

Xuankong explained quietly: "At that time, you always appeared when I was meditating. I thought they were two bobcats I raised outside the house." When he was young, Xuankong insisted on living alone in the back mountain.

The old Taoist priest was worried, so he carried two lynx spirits with a hundred years of cultivation to free up the raising of the yuwei tang.

First, protect Xuankong's safety, and second, take care of Xuankong's life.

Therefore, at first, when he saw that his house was always neatly cleaned up, Xuankong naturally thought that he was the two hundred-year-old lynx spirits who were raised outside the thatched hut. Later, after Xuankong's own diligence in his own Taoism, the lynx spirit also went down the mountain together. Only then did Xuankong realize that he had a misunderstanding.

But at this time, he had become accustomed to calling these two girls who always sneak into his consciousness as Xiaobai and Xiaohua.

Because of this, I was laughed at countless times.

Xuankong confessed: "My new Taoist name is Xuankong, don't call it wrong in the future."

The coquettish voice in front said curiously: "Is it because I repeat the name of Monkey King Sun Wukong that I have to change my name?" When Xuan Kong was free, he also told these two female voices some novel stories he remembered in his previous life.

"Journey to the West" is one of them.

Xiaobai also longed for her and said, "Yes, Sun Dasheng is so powerful, he is a great hero of the demon clan!"

Xuan Kong laughed and said, "You are not from the demon clan?"

Both female voices remained silent, and Xuankong raised his eyebrows: "Is that a god?"

"Or it is a monster?" The female voice did not give Xuan Kong the answer, and asked him to guess slowly. He scratched his head: "Don't you want to be the Supreme Treasure, right?"

Xiaohua said strangely: "What is the Supreme Treasure?"

Xuankong couldn't explain that this was a movie I watched when I was bored in my previous life, so he had to whisper: "It's a combination in the casino. Supreme Treasure means it's very powerful and powerful."

Xiaobai knew that Xuan Kong was talking about the Supreme Treasure, so he also joked: "Is that so? Then you are also the Supreme Treasure!"

"Thank you, thank you for your praise." Xuankong smiled helplessly. He couldn't be angry with these two female voices who had been with him. People are not merciless, even plants and trees have their own feelings, and they always have some feelings for those who have been with him for a long time.

"What are you thinking?" Xiaobai looked at Xuan Kong and sat cross-legged in the darkness, not as active as before.

Xuan Kong inadvertently curled his lips. How could he say that it was because he felt that his cultivation was still insufficient after meeting Denglizi? He originally thought that more than ten years of cultivation would be enough to get into a world, but he could not have thought that any Taoist priest would make him almost unable to resist.

How could he know the status of the elders of Kongtong Sect in the realm of Taoism on earth?

He is a figure like a god on land. He can ascend to the fairy world to accept the enthronement of the heavenly court at any time.

But speaking of this, even in the human world, are there fewer powerful people with the cultivation of gods? Originally, in my previous life, Xuankong thought that cultivators on earth could only become immortals after they had reached a certain level of cultivation. Therefore, the gods in heaven must be stronger than those on earth.

But after traveling to this world, Xuankong realized that there is actually no essential difference between the so-called celestial immortals, earth immortals, and scattered immortals.

They are all called people with great abilities and great supernatural powers. They are called human immortals on earth, celestial immortals in heaven, earth immortals in seclusion in mountains and forests, and daffodils in the sea of ​​the four oceans. They are all powerful figures who can change their supernatural powers.

Just say that in the human world, in addition to Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the earth immortals, who is legendary comparable to the saints, there are also countless earth immortals in the three islands and ten continents, thirty-six caves and seventy-two blessed lands, which may not be much weaker than the immortal officials in the sky.

There are also countless demons and monsters on Journey to the West, and the heavenly soldiers and generals who are officials in the Heavenly Court have no choice but to deal with them.

"However, we may not be able to meet each other in the future." Xiaohua suddenly said sadly, shocking Xuankong.
Chapter completed!