C3

Boys under the age of eighteen are the scariest creatures on the planet. They have curiosity, mobility, destructive power, and the Juvenile Protection Act.

I'm glad I'm still a flower of the motherland and not a pillar of the motherland, so the Minors' Protection Act can still protect me for two years.

Sitting in the police station opposite the beautiful policewoman. I learned her name from the papers on the table — the blemish, the blemish, the blemish, the blemish, the blemish, the blemish, the blemish, the blemish, the blemish, the blemish, the blemish, the blemish, the blemish. What a good name!

Actually, I have always believed that a person's name was appropriate. It's just like when Eldest Senior Brother is called Da Zhi, he has a big mole. Second senior brother calling him Ruoruo would seem very stupid. And my name is Shen Can, I'm just as beautiful as the sun.

"Do you know how much damage is done to the artillery? It was extremely destructive. A slight mistake could cause harm to oneself. "The reason why we forbid fireworks is because he has great hidden dangers to his personal safety and property." The beautiful police officer opposite me scolded me harshly.

Even though I agreed to it, I still cursed in my heart. I'm a Mortal Realm expert, how could I let a cannon explode!

After a round of diligent education, it was already past 12 in the afternoon.

Lin Shuang looked at me and said, "Are you hungry?"

F * ck, I have to make full use of this chance to have lunch with a beauty. Not to mention that the beautiful lady had offered to pretend that she was hungry even if she wanted to vomit after eating too much — furthermore, as a mature man, he couldn't resist the beautiful lady's allure.

Without hesitation, I replied, "I'm hungry."

"If you're hungry, then go back and eat."

"…"

The heck, isn't this turn of events too sudden? I was suddenly at a loss for words.

A flirtatious woman is a lighter, an unromantic woman is a fire extinguisher.

With a bit of grief, I watched this unromantic woman fly away.

After leaving the Gong family, I suddenly felt refreshed.

"Swish!"

At this moment, a strong piercing sound came from the sky and a fist-sized stone flew towards me, brushing against the sparks.

My eyes widened, widened, widened. Then the rock slowed and grew. Slow enough that I could easily see his movement trajectory. It was so big that I could clearly see the grain patterns on it.

Ever since I was young, I knew that I was gifted. As long as I wanted to see something, anything would become incomparably slow and clear.

Master told me that it was the Buddhist eye, and that it was the most powerful look of ease in the Buddhist eyes. Upon reaching the Paragon level, one would be able to view three thousand worlds in one glance, as well as his previous life and life. The Buddhist sect divides the eye into five categories, from the mortal position to the Buddhist position as the naked eye, the Heaven's Eye, the Divine Eye, the Dharma Eye, and the Buddhist Eye.)

I once asked Master, how can I train your mind to the Great Perfection?

"When you can't see me, you can see the whole world," my master told me.

This sentence was very philosophical, but it was also very nonsensical. I didn't understand it before, and I don't understand it now.

But this didn't matter, because I had a pair of good eyes, so when the Senior Brothers went to Mount Shu to peek at the female disciples, they would often bring me a bath.

However, the Buddha's Eye did not mean that he was invincible, and there were restrictions such as limits of spiritual realm.

It was exhausting for me to display the Art of Observing at ease. Back then, when I went to Mount Shu to peek at the female disciples bathing, I saw them faint. In the end, it was my senior brothers who carried me back.

As for the restrictions on one's cultivation realm, the six levels of cultivation were tightly guarded, and there was an insurmountable gap between each of them. It was as if I couldn't see my eldest senior brother secretly hitting me every time. The difference between the two could be described as heaven-defying.

Second Senior Brother told me that actually seeing it is nothing impressive, but the key point is that you have to be able to catch it. There's no use trying to catch it.

Second Senior Brother threw a stone at me to verify his theory. The stone was so slow that I could see it clearly, but when my hand reached out, my hand also became so slow. Then the stone slammed into my head.

Then I was able to hold the stone. Second senior brother told me again that not everything can be grabbed. He threw a pile of shit at me, and I didn't dare to reach out and grab it, so it hit my face.

Sometimes life is so contradictory.

It was as if, while I was still considering which position to take, the momentum of the attack had already arrived in front of me.

I took a quick step back, concentrated all my strength in my right hand, and squeezed.

"Ssssssss ~ ~ ~"

There was an acrid sound in the air, and bits of stone kept coming out between my fingers.

When the sound stopped, I opened my palm, but there was no trace of the stone. All that was left was a pile of rock powder and my cracked palm.

It was really f * cking painful!

I shook off the powder and looked in the direction the stone had come from. There was a big man standing there. The burly man was around 30 years of age and 1.9 meters. His entire body was knotted with muscles and his short hair stood up on end. He looked extremely aggressive.

"You are …" Halfway through my sentence, I suddenly stopped in mid-sentence — There's demonic aura!

F * ck, a demon that could transform into a demon was at least a demon that could form a Demon Soul. It was equivalent to a cultivator at the Heavenly Realm.

My back was soaked. To fight or to flee? There was no way he would be able to win. Flee? It seemed as though he wouldn't be able to flee either.

How conflicted – I wonder how were the prisoners of war were treated?

"Young Master!"

Just as I was considering surrendering and becoming a prisoner, the middle-aged man threw himself at me and hugged me.

What kind of plot was this? For a moment I couldn't make any sense of it.

"Young master, you must be young master Shen Can!"

I replied with a "En". I escaped from the burly man's hands and asked, "You are Wang Hu?"

"That's right, I am Wang Hu. My lord told me that you would be here this afternoon, and I have been waiting for most of the day. "When I found out that you had been caught in the police station, I came right over."

"Didn't you see my Cloud-Piercing Arrow?"

"I saw it."

"Then why didn't you come right away?"

"Ah brought a guest. He went a little far away."

"…"

Who said that demons were fiendish demons that ate people without spitting out their bones? Isn't there such a hard worker who loves his work?

Ma Le Gou! Myths are all lies.

— —

Wang Hu drove me back in his crappy Santana. In the meantime, I had a rough understanding of the situation.

It turned out that Wang Hu was a mountain tiger spirit that mistakenly ate the shapeshifting grass and took human form. His Master took pity on it and tried to transform it, allowing it to develop its spiritual wisdom and cultivate it with an exquisite technique. Wang Hu felt that his Master had given him some pointers, so he decided to stay and help with some mundane matters.

After about twenty minutes of driving, we arrived at a dilapidated brick house. There was a black signboard on top of the door. The signboard was engraved with the words "Celestial House" (Our Heavenly Mountain's last property).

The Immortal Shrine has a wide range of operations. Defeating demons and exterminating devils was the main thing, while the taxi carried passengers as support. A part-time job with all sorts of desires and injuries. There was also the business of selling elixirs, elixirs, and talismans.

Wang Hu parked his car under the banyan tree outside the Sendai and led me inside.

"Ah Long, Ah Long."

Wang Hu called out twice and a lazy figure finally emerged from the house.

The old man's hair was in disarray and his face was swollen. He was wearing a slightly dirty linen robe and his entire appearance was sloppy.

"It's you!"

"It's you!"

Two voices sounded at almost the same time. One belonged to me, the other naturally belonged to the sloppy-looking old man opposite me.

So this person is none other than the one who wanted to bluff me this afternoon, the 180th generation successor of the hempen god, Zhuge Long.

Seeing this, Wang Hu laughed. "You two know each other!"

Zhuge Long didn't care about it at all. He rolled up his sleeves and pounced towards me, "You little brat still dare to come here."

In my heart, I cursed. The path of enemies was truly narrow.

Wang Hu grabbed Zhuge Long who was about to pounce on me and said loudly, "Calm down first. This is Young Master Shen Can, is there some kind of misunderstanding?"

"This guy tried to bluff me at noon today. He insisted on selling me some kind of medicinal pill talisman. In the end, he even went too far and asked me for money."

Zhuge Long kept jumping up and down in anger, "Damn it, I deserve the money! It's my reward for showing you the consignment! "

"Didn't you say that you can't afford it?"

"You were captured by that policewoman afterwards. Aren't you still a fortune-teller, Peach Blossom!?"

"How did you know I was caught by the policewoman?"

"I …"

Looking at Zhuge Long's eyes which had suddenly turned evasive, I finally understood.

"Alright, so it was you who called the police!"

— —

In the end, I made up with Zhuge Long.

What did that mean? There was no hatred between friends — so before tomorrow, I beat him up again.

Zhuge Long then returned to his room to recuperate. And Wang Hu took me to tidy up a room to come out.

Actually, there was nothing much to clean up. He had just laid out a mat and a blanket.

After tossing and turning, the entire simple and crude room looked like a brand-new one.

I leaned on the edge of the table, looked at Wang Hu and asked, "Where did that Zhuge Long come from?"

"Ah Long —" Wang Hu sighed. "He is also a pitiful person. In the past, Ah Long was also a disciple of a big sect, but later on, this sect offended a very powerful enemy. In one night's time, the entire clan had been annihilated. Ah Long was lucky enough to escape, but his demon soul was destroyed and his cultivation was crippled.

"No wonder I don't feel any demonic aura from him."

I muttered and was suddenly alarmed. I looked at Wang Hu, and even my voice was trembling. "You are called Wang Hu, a tiger. His name is Zhuge Long, could it be — Dragon! "

I heaved a sigh of relief and curiously asked, "Then what kind of demon is he?"

"Pig Demon."

"…"