Chapter 250

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"Tut tut Tut, this peaceful and prosperous person is kind, and the city of Bingzhou is indeed prosperous. Look at the wealth, I didn't expect to win so much silver."

Anyang watched him carefully put the money into the box and asked, "is Taoist Li short of money?"

"Since you and I are both monks, you don't need to call me Taoist. I'm not a Taoist either. I can do some tricks." Li Changsheng waved his hand. "The man who cultivates Taoism shouldn't be greedy for money, but I want to find a place to live when I'm old. The man who cultivates Taoism is also a man. So I take a fancy to the prosperity of the city. There is an abandoned Taoist temple just outside the city. I want to repair it, and it can also be used as a Taoist field. But I've been wandering all over the world for the first half of my life. I have no choice but to make such a decision Make friends laugh. "

"No matter where or when you are wandering in the Jianghu, there is a time when you are short of money." Anyang set his hand and wrote down the Taoist hall outside the city in his mind, and looked at the money in the box. "But Taoist friends, if you want to repair a Taoist hall with this money, I'm afraid it's still a little lacking?"

Li Changsheng said helplessly, "if it's not enough, it's not enough. Look at the silver, the ordinary family's life savings are far less than that. I just want a place to keep out the wind and rain, but I'll make do with it."

Anyang nodded, thinking that the Taoist was open-minded, and suddenly asked: "dare to ask friends, how do you find that I am a man of practice?"

Li Changsheng laughed a few times and said: "although Taoist friends are usually dressed, their eyebrows are extraordinary and their bearing is far beyond people's reach. Although Taoist friends can't see clearly and I can't see why, it's enough to make Taoist friends stand out in the crowd like a flock of chickens. In addition, the looming wave of magic power on Taoist friends doesn't converge, and I'm not blind , how can we not see it? "

Anyang suddenly realized this, and then he bowed his hand and said, "I'm ashamed. It's not that I haven't converged, but I don't know how to do so. Please ask the Taoist priest for advice!"

Li Changsheng was stunned. He looked at him carefully and said, "won't it converge?"

Anyang nodded: "the person who taught me only gave me a piece of the method of vomit, but not the method of application."

Li Changsheng suddenly realized: "it's so. I also said that your Dharma power is upright and powerful. It comes from famous and decent sects. I'm afraid that your accomplishments are higher than those of the poor. How could you not know how to restrain? It seems that the high-ranking people who taught you the method of vomit only wanted you to strengthen your body and prolong your life. Anyway, the method of convergence is very simple. The poor way is just right If you know a little bit about it, I'll teach you. "

Under the elm tree, a Taoist and a scholar sat together and didn't know what to say.

After touching about half of the incense, Anyang found out how to hide it. As Li Changsheng said, the method of convergence is very simple, that is, without Li Changsheng's guidance, he can find out by himself, but there is no cultivator in the world he has experienced before. Naturally, no one can see that he is cultivating Kunlun Jue, so he does not need to restrain his own Qi.

"Well, Taoist friends have learned, and I should leave. Ten miles to the west of the city is the old Taoist temple that I said. Welcome to visit in the future."

"Thank you very much, Taoist Li. Please walk slowly."

When he saw the Taoist carrying the box in one hand and leading the little Taoist away in the other hand, his face was helpless.

There was an idea that Li Changsheng would use force directly to threaten him to hand over his magic, but he knew nothing about the cultivators in the world. He was afraid of accidents. The way that the cultivators showed is so magical, especially the strange child. So he chose to try to explore first under his fear. But the big problem was found out in this test. How could he know that the cultivator was so easy to say Words, without saying a word, taught him the art of convergence.

Now they are more or less friendly. How can they tell them to start!

Fortunately, the proportion of time between the world and the real world is larger than that of parlance. He can not rush for a while, and can stay for several months if one year is not enough.

The Taoist gradually went far away. Anyang tried the technique of lower convergence, and soon became familiar with it. This small method is also very practical, just like holding one's breath.

The only drawback is that the Qi can't be held at any time. When people who practice Taoism with outstanding sensitivity are found before they can gather their own breath, but the solution is not that there is no way. Usually, people who practice Taoism successfully turn these small means into instinct by accumulating day by day and year by year. They don't need to deliberately hold their breath into breath and heartbeat It's running.

Naturally, he didn't have the time to break in, but he had other means.

"Seventeen, build models and control the operation of convergence at any time."

"Modeling, estimated completion time, 10 minutes."

Seventhly, he named the biochip, or the intelligent system on the chip, which was also very random. After a glance, the two numbers he reached became its name.

Ten minutes later, everything is done.

At dusk, the golden red light sprinkled on the clear river, reflecting the colorful shadow. As soon as the wind blows, it becomes a tiny light spot. The men and women who walk along the river and enjoy the scenery go home. The wupeng boat slowly starts under the pole of the boatman, and pulls out a long wave trace on the river.Anyang goes back to his shabby home in the world. The old man has prepared the food. It is still a green vegetable without salt taste. A bowl of rice is full of sweet potatoes, but there are more chopsticks than expected.

He put things on the table and asked, "why, there is a guest today?"

The old man's body slightly bent and wrinkled, but he said with a smile, "what did you buy again? I don't know what happened to you these days. You always buy something back!"

Anyang untied the rope, opened the thick yellow paper, and said, "I sold another poem today, and earned a lot of money. Don't open a tea shop, and get some good food every day."

"How can this work? How many poems can you sell? It's better to keep your reputation in the exam. Next year, Qiuwei is coming. You haven't prepared well!" The old man said, but he smelled an unspeakable smell of meat. He could not help but look at a chicken wrapped in yellow paper, which was cut to pieces. His face gradually became flat. "Why are you so wasteful? Tell me, what poem are you selling today?"

Anyang casually replied: "the sunrise River flowers red fire, spring to the river green as blue."

The old man immediately praised: "good poetry, good poetry, promising, promising!"

Anyang glanced at him. When he was young, the old man was also a businessman. He could recognize the characters. But if he wanted to distinguish good poems from bad ones, he could only rely on reading them well or not.

At this time, a small head about the size of a slap stretched out from the door edge of the inner room. When he saw him, he shrank back. However, Anyang acutely found out: "who is this?"

The old man looked behind him, walked over a few steps, and pulled out a little girl of six or seven years old. The clothes he was wearing were gorgeous and bright, but they were dirty. Her facial features were very smart, white and clean, but she was still very afraid of strangers. She lowered her head and didn't speak. She dared not look up. She just glanced at the roast chicken on the table when she smelled the fragrance, but she was also careful Of.

"Today, after selling tea, I found a little girl who was lost. She didn't say anything to her when I asked her. I don't think she was dressed like ordinary people's children. Maybe she was separated from her family by accident. There are many children abducted and sold in the state. I brought her back, thinking that her family would come and take her back in two days."

When he said that, he had already put the little girl who was afraid of strangers on the table and had chopsticks at the same time.

Anyang glanced at the girl lightly, and then startled her, saying, "I can't eat any more, and I have a free mind to adopt the little girl?"

The old man filled a bowl of rice for the little girl and slowly replied, "I'm not bad for these meals either. Maybe her family will pick her up in a few days."

Anyang continues to look at the little girl, looking at her cautious appearance of holding chopsticks but not daring to move. Her eyes sweep around, seeing that the old man has eaten a piece of green vegetables, she just takes a piece of green vegetables with her. At the moment of entrance, she frowns white, but swallows it forcefully. Seeing Anyang take a chicken leg, she just eats a little chicken, which looks like raw I'm afraid the food is poisonous.

"What about your family?" he asked

The little girl's action of eating vegetables was momentarily sluggish. She took a careful look at him and said softly: "it's all dead."

Anyang's eating stopped immediately, but the action surprised the little girl for a while. Her eyes were turning, and she didn't know where she had said the wrong thing.

The old man was also stiff, and finally said, "well, if it's all dead, then you'll follow the old man and I'll live. You can't eat much. I can support you."

Anyang didn't speak. Anyang did not lack the little girl to eat. Since the old man wanted to, he should go. The old man should adopt the little girl just like the old man in the original story of the world.

After thinking about it, he asked, "what's your name?"

Facing his calm eyes, the little girl's chopsticks almost fell to the ground, and dare not raise their heads, whispered: "Xiao, Xiao Chan, Hu Xiao Chan."

Anyang nodded, but he didn't say much. He was afraid to frighten the girl.

After a meal, he could see that the little girl was really not the children of ordinary people. From her tangled expression when eating vegetables, he could see that the girl was also very sensible. She obviously didn't want to eat vegetables, but she was embarrassed to eat roast chicken all the time, so she had to chew chopsticks for a long time to think about each piece of meat, and then she put a piece of vegetables in her brow and paused for a while before she dared to eat roast chicken again 。

Xiao Chan ran to wash dishes very consciously, leaving a short rest time for the old man.

Anyang asked lightly, "this girl looks like a child of a large family, but all the family are dead. Aren't you afraid to bring you trouble?"

Hearing this, the old man hesitated at once. Obviously, he didn't realize this before. Now he thinks that the girl's life experience is really wrong. He doesn't care how many meters he can eat with this mouthful. The only problem is that he has an adopted son to study and spend money. Later, seeing that the girl is really poor, he gritted his teeth and brought it back, but now he has more to think about.

For a long time, he asked tentatively, "otherwise, I won't let her go out this time?"Anyang smiles. Sure enough, it's impossible for the old man to throw Xiaochan back. In that case, let him go.

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