Xu family.

Xu Xing opened the window and breathed the fresh air outside. At this time, Qingfeng jumped to the desk and said, "Young Master, it's time for the New Year."

"Yes," Xu Xing sighed faintly. This was his first year in this world. After all, it had not yet reached the end of his practice for thousands of years. When he had seen the prosperity of the world, he was still somewhat melancholy. "The path of immortality is vast. I came to this world to practice Taoism with all my heart. I didn't cultivate steel or climb science and technology trees, nor did I think about writing and copying the public. Culture invaded the other world, but I just turned a blind eye to others and devoted myself to practicing Taoism. This may be boring and tight in the eyes of others."

But this is the basic attitude of a seeker. Xu Xing is even more persistent than some natives of the Immortal Sect in this world, meditating and refining qi day and night.

It is precisely because of his later generations from entertainment to death that he realized that time is ruthless and the eternal romances are blown away by the rain and wind. Even if the sun, moon and stars are in the vast universe, they are only a blink of an eye, and the heat is silent and embers are gone.

Qingfeng saw Xu Xing's thoughts were far away, and her fox eyes, which looked like peach blossoms, were circling without hesitation, and couldn't help but look at the person in front of her.

This person is neither as pedantic as an ordinary scholar nor as a young man as a young man. He is like a pair of cold eyes watching the crowd. In this world, he gives her a feeling of being extremely distant.

"What a strange person." Qingfeng tilted his little head and murmured.

Xu Xing withdrew his mind and turned to the matter of Fuyang Sword Sect, and had already made a decision in his heart.

So, after dinner, Xu Xing said to his sister Xu Qianxue: "The autumn examination will be held next August next year, after the Lantern Festival, I plan to go to Jinan Prefecture to prepare for the exam. Are you willing to go with me?"

Xu Qianxue stopped collecting the bowls and chopsticks, and was stunned for a moment, saying as if she was lost: "Brother, I won't go. After Qingming Festival, I have to visit my parents' graves. You can go by yourself. After you get back from the exam for a juren, you can also comfort the spirit of the two elders in heaven."

Xu Xing knew that Xu Qianxue still had his grudges about becoming a monk, so he didn't care. He turned to him: "I'm always worried about my sister being alone at home. Although Uncle Hong in the county was a little unhappy because of the last time he was a matchmaker, he should not break up after all. After the New Year, I'll take gifts to visit. By the way, my sister can stay at Uncle Hong's place before I come back."

"What, aren't you afraid of Uncle Hong recruiting you as your son-in-law?" Xu Qianxue said angrily.

Xu Xing laughed silently, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, "Hong Lingyun and her daughter looked down on me, a poor boy, but they couldn't."

Xu Qianxue sighed and said, "I have known Ling Yun since I was a child. I know that she is not the one who dislikes the poor and loves the rich. She has just read a few more years and thinks that you are not worthy of her. As for Aunt Hong, she always loves her daughter with her elders. Don't think of others as bad as you."

"That's the reason." Xu Xing said with a smile without defensiveness.

Xu Qianxue frowned slightly, suddenly wanted to speak but stopped, and said softly: "Brother, I went to the town a few days ago to inquire. It seems that not all Taoist priests are afraid of getting married..."

Xu Xing said: "What do you want to say?"

"If you pass the imperial examination, it is better to make a marriage with someone..." Xu Qianxue stammered, obviously she was still a little unwilling to give up on the Xu family's incense.

"Oh, sister, why should I harm other people's good girls?" Xu Xing shook his head and said.

When Xu Qianxue heard this, her face turned pale, she was silent for a while, and whispered: "It's me that I'm not thinking well."

As he said that, he left with the dishes with a sadness.

At this time, a snow-white fox poked his head out, blinked his big eyes, and said with a smile: "Old Xu, you can still seek a Taoist partner even if you practice Taoism? Why don't you tell Sister Xu?"

Xu Xing reached out and patted Qingfeng's head, and said coldly: "Daoist, are you?"

Listening to the undetectable murderous intent in the cold voice, Qingfeng shivered and lowered her eyebrows and said with a pleasing look: "Old Xu... Young Master, don't blame me, um, that I... the little girl was joking."

"You are considered only a spiritual pet at most." Xu Xing bounced Qingfeng's head with his fingers and said lightly: "Also, I'm not allowed to call me Lao Xu in the future."

This fox was practicing beside her, and his strength was probably restored to a peak of magic. This was seriously inconsistent with what she said about transformation (foundation building).

I think that day, Dajue Temple was in trouble and fled around to her. It was also a self-directed and acted drama.

"Senior Sister Mingyue said that after Tushan, she was good at playing with people's hearts, and it was not aimless." Xu Xing thought secretly.

Qingfeng was depressed, curled her lips, and thought angrily: "If I hadn't wanted to cause trouble and turned into a human form, I would have made you, Old Xu, beneath my pomegranate skirt... Alas, now that I am regarded as a spiritual pet, it would be better to find an ordinary scholar at the beginning and slowly absorb the yang energy. Although it is a little slower, I don't have to suffer this energy!"

Then he thought again, when he returned to the clan, he would let his mother, who had great powers, deal with this hateful Lao Xu.

Thinking of Xu Xing kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, Qingfeng was filled with ugly appearance, and her eyebrows were curved into a crescent moon, and she almost laughed out loud.

But I don’t know how I forgot that at this time I had recovered to the level of universal Dharma cultivation and had a certain amount of self-protection. I could already travel thousands of miles alone and return to the fox clan.

Xu Xing didn't know Qing Feng's mind, but picked up the meaning of the scriptures on the desk and read them carefully.

After all, the trial of a juren is quite difficult.

Yizhou County·Honghua Port

It was late at night, in a deep house, with dead trees rustling in the cold wind, and the garden was covered with weeds, and there was no more than a person's knees. There was a narrow stone path winding towards the moon gate.

This is, Sang Sheng lives in a home of the same year.

There was an oil lamp in the room, and a lamp was like beans, emitting a faint light, illuminating a quilt and half a desk.

Sang Sheng looked pale, looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness, wrapped in a thick cotton coat. At this moment, he was holding a volume of the scriptures and articles in his hand, looking at it in a dim light, but in fact he was restless and could not read the book at all.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew outside, and the door whirred, Sang Sheng's heart thumped. He heard the woman's charming call and moaned softly, making people feel heart-warming, "Are you in the house? I'm here."

Sang Sheng listened to the familiar voice and knew it was Miss Li, not the Lotus scent, and he felt a little relieved in his heart.

Before Lianxiang and herself had a quarrel, she warned herself repeatedly that she might get rid of her energy when she was having sex with Li, and she was stubborn and refused to listen, which caused the previous disaster.

While thinking, a young girl wearing a long lotus-colored dress with beads on her head was already walking towards her. Looking under the lamp, she looked over her pretty face, with charming eyebrows and eyes, charming charm, and thin waist and buttocks. She was a pretty beauty.

Sang Sheng felt his mouth and tongue dry. Although he kept reminding the woman in front of him that he was a ghost, he still felt his heart shaking.

"My husband, I haven't seen each other for many days, why are you separated?" Miss Li pouted slightly and said coquettishly.

As he said that, he stretched out his snow-white lotus arms and hugged Sang Sheng's neck. His chest was covered with snow-white skin, and his thin gauze was even more red.

"You..." Sang Sheng stretched out his hand and pushed it away, but somehow he was caught by a soft and boneless little hand and fell into the gauze dress.

"My husband, why are you so stupid today..." Miss Li said resentfully, just as she was about to untie Sang Sheng's chest, her hands seemed to be burned, and then the light of inspiration flashed, and a peach talisman flew out of Sang Sheng's arms.

"ah……"

Under the talisman's spiritual light, Miss Li seemed to be poured with a basin of hot water on her head, and a shrill scream rang in the middle of the night.
Chapter completed!