"I'm Ge!"

Changsun Wuji is a literati.

He pays great attention to etiquette.

Even in the past, he rarely swears.

But at this time, Changsun Wuji couldn't help but swear words.

He looked at the figures appearing in the water and felt that they were not real for a moment.

At this time, Li Hongru should be far away in India.

According to the court's tip, there was no Western-level delegation returning to the country...

But he was also afraid that there was a dream in front of him.

There are very few people who can take him out, and even fewer people who can help him in times of crisis.

This is just a small village, but there are nearly a hundred senior guards in this village. Any reporting, arresting, or anti-hunting accomplices will be a great contribution to these guards.

No one doesn't want credit, it's normal for these people to take him tight.

Normally, if you want to rescue him, in addition to finding this place, you must at least break through the guardian circle of nearly 100 people.

Anyone who is leaked and another person is let go will inevitably lead to a serious crime that implicates the nine clans.

And there are only a handful of people who want to take him away quietly and eliminate hidden dangers and do this.

"Are you really here?" Changsun Wuji asked in a trembling voice.

He looked at Li Hongru's face in front of him, and saw that the face in the puddle was broken and turned into mud and water again.

This made Changsun Wuji wipe his eyes hard.

He only felt that something was wrong with his mind.

When the hope was broken, Changsun Wuji saw a head emerging from the mud puddle, and then Li Hongru's body appeared again.

"The puddle in your room is too small, so I will definitely not be able to escape if I change my body!"

Li Hongru complained, and shook the mud and water on the sky clothes again.

The familiar voice came to my ears, and Changsun Wuji's heart completely relaxed.

It's not a mirror, it's not an illusion, it's the real person who is back.

This time he did not scold "Ge" again.

He exhaled in his heart, and Changsun Wuji had no thoughts of complaining when facing Li Hongru's true body.

Li Hongru was very accurate in evading disasters and rescued him in time.

This is when he came back after he was in trouble.

Although it was a little late, it finally fell to the point of paying tribute to his grave.

"Luckily, the house leaks, otherwise I can't find a puddle for you!"

Changsun Wuji raised his head.

The previously hated tiles and leaks have become life-saving straws.

In his room, there were no windows on all sides, even the door at the entrance was narrow and thick wooden door bolts were locked outside.

All he had accompanied in the room was the light of the dim oil lamp and the old wooden bed.

Occasionally, light comes from a little light leakage when the sun shines on the roof.

It is undoubtedly a difficult operation to sneak into here quietly, but it is even more difficult to escape with him.

Changsun Wuji stretched out his hands. As long as he put this special chain in his hand, it would be difficult for him to use his magic power. His soul was like a false sense, and his physical strength could not break the chain.

And there were shackles on his feet.

In this state, it will undoubtedly be difficult for Changsun Wuji to do something.

He smiled at Li Hongru with an ugly look on his face.

"This is called "There is no end to the world" Li Hongru smiled and said, "Are you ready?"

"What preparations do people like me need to do?" Changsun Wuji shook his head and said, "I will be free of worries after my heart dies, and I can do whatever I want!"

"It's not like this preparation" Li Hongru and Tao: "I mean how did you learn Taoist scriptures?"

Li Hongru looked at Changsun Wuji's fat body. This figure was less than 400 pounds and 380 pounds, so it seemed difficult to stuff it into the door.

He could escape from Wangjia Village with Changsun Wuji, but he could not hide Changsun Wuji forever. Moreover, he had to return to the mission to remove himself from such related incidents.

This obviously requires Changsun Wuji to change his appearance.

The immortal medicine is the best medicine for making faces.

Even if Changsun Wuji is as fat as a pig at this time, this pill can bring his body back to youth.

Several people have tried to take the Changsheng Medicine, but there is obviously no difference after Changsun Wuji takes it.

The only problem is Changsun Wuji's cultivation.

If you want to maintain your cultivation, the soul needs to step into the ninth grade to have the power to restrain itself, and rely on the Taoist scripture to maintain the balance of breath in order to resist the violent medicinal properties of the immortal medicine.

He responded to the question, which made Changsun Wuji nod.

"It's okay!" Changsun Wuji said.

"Then take medicine." Li Hongrudao: "The immortal medicine will test whether your Taoist meridian level is sufficient!"

"What if it's not enough?"

"I lost all my cultivation, and my body was regressed to eighteen years old, eight years old, eight months old, and even died. Who knows?" Li Hongru shrugged and said, "Anyway, my humanitarian sutra has been fully cultivated, and I have successfully taken the medicine."

"Oh, I thought you wanted to test it!"

Changsun Wuji shook his body, and his fingers penetrated into the thick fat flesh. After a while of groping, a fist-sized wax sealing pill was immediately taken out.

There was a little nervousness on his face, and a hint of hope was mixed with.

A pill, this is the beginning of his life again.

Is it success or failure?

Everything is after taking pills.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, gently removed the sealing layer of the immortal medicine, and then swallowed it in one bite.

"It's easy to take medicine if you are fat!"

Seeing Changsun Wuji easily swallowing the pills that could swallow death, Li Hongru shook his head slightly.

In just a few seconds, Changsun Wuji's face suddenly turned red, a cloud of purple aura appeared on his head, and his body trembled slightly.

The fat body began to shrink, and the chain of Jingtikefa, who was tightly holding his wrist, loosened. Changsun Wuji felt that his hands were more free.

He had no time to feel the freedom to escape from confinement. With the changes in his body's contraction, Changsun Wuji only felt the feeling of swelling from his body.

Everything seems to be backwards.

Everything seems to be returning to the starting point.

That was a baby and a period of weakness.

There is even his thinking, his wisdom, and his experience.

In the immortal medicine, everything will run towards the original starting point.

Without the coordination of yin and yang in the Taoist scriptures, Changsun Wuji felt that he might turn into a wrinkled old baby.

He murmured in his mouth, and the power of the soul supported it and then swayed in the huge changes.

This is a kind of ability to integrate and coordinate, and it is also a kind of ability to mix with the immortal medicine. It can make the immortal medicine treat it as its own person and not degenerate it.

This means that he is strong and the breeze blows through the hills.

The ability of the Taoist classics to coordinate is called out, and its cultivation is still leaking and falling, but compared with the previous crazy diversion, Changsun Wuji felt like a stream flowing out at this time.

His cultivation is regressing, but his body is younger and faster.

"You can seal the immortal medicine!"

Indulged in his own world, until the sound came from his ears, Changsun Wuji was awake while shaking.

But after the words came to my mind, severe pain surged from my stomach.

A backward force surged out, and he felt a nausea coming from his stomach, and he opened his mouth to the side and vomited.

The immortal medicine that was big in fists had turned into black balls the size of longan, and was mixed with oil and discharged together.

The huge belly quickly shriveled.

Changsun Wuji's body was relieved.

He looked at it difficult to wear the sinner's clothes and touched his face again.

On his face, the mark of his previous exile had faded, leaving only a faint trace.

Even his hands, his fading, his face...

Changsun Wuji's body jumped lightly, and he felt as light as a swallow.

This is a feeling he has never had in sixty years.

"I……"

"You are either eighteen or sixteen years old. You have a good level of Taoist scriptures, but your meticulous control is insufficient. Your cultivation level has been regressed to the eighth grade. The effect of taking the medicine is considered to be careless, and it is not as good as my sister-in-law!"

Changsun Wuji was about to sigh, but Li Hongru immediately told the result.

This left him silent.

With his hands stretched out, Changsun Wuji felt his body fall, and the hard ground under his feet had turned into mud.
Chapter completed!