Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Wu Jiawei quietly watched him pretend, and when he finished, he said, "You are so capable, why don't you go to change history like those in the drama."

Sibaodao: "Nervous disease, what do I change history?"

Wu Jiawei said: "What is high officials and thick, is not coming up."

"No interest. I just want to go back, my Xiaowen." The four treasures frowned, suddenly thought of something, and the expression suddenly froze. After a long time, he took a deep breath and said: "Dawei, you If I really do this, what effect will it have on future generations?"

Wu Jiawei said: "That depends on the size of the things you do, I don't know."

Sibaodao: "As I just said, if I have the opportunity to tell Master Sima Ling, the direct troops will sneak around him behind the Lugou Bridge and let him guard against it in advance. Even if the suspects are suspected, the people listened to me, you said, the result What will happen?"

Wu Jiawei sighed for a long while and said: "Can the Northeast Army turn defeat into victory? Then"

"Then history may be rewritten." Sibao's mouth twitched and said: "Where, I think it is possible for me to change history. It really doesn't mean it."

Wu Jiawei thought for a while and said: "This is only the most ideal result. If you are an ordinary person, you will never see the warlord. Even if it is a coincidence, let you see it. If the war is such a big thing, people cannot hear you. Just change the strategic plan."

Four treasures nodded and said: "I am so fantasizing, even if I really give me such an opportunity, I will not do this. Although it is exciting to change history, it is terrible to think of it."

Wu Jiawei sat down on the meadow and looked at the dilapidated Buddha statue in the hall. He said, "I am just a mage. I have no interest in these things that have nothing to do with the spells."

"I am also a mage, so we only do what we are good at. I want to use my plan to find Shaoyang. We have to have a certain status."

Wu Jiawei looked up at him: "What do you want to do?"

Sibao sat down opposite him and stared at his stomach. He said, "When the time is too flat, let's talk about it. Now that we are in troubled times, we can't do anything. Let's fill up the stomach first. Then, let's cook a few more. Sweet potatoes"

Wu Jiawei heard the word "sweet potato", and there was a disgusting expression on the face of the face. The mouth twitched. "Bao Ge, can you eat something else?"

Four treasures screaming at the belly of the roar, angered: "Do not eat sweet potatoes, what do you want to eat. KFC McDonald's? Yellow chicken rice?"

Wu Jiawei’s stomach also screamed, rubbed a slobber, and said with a sigh of relief: “Don’t let go of poison, let’s eat sweet potatoes, I will cook.”

"To change the taste today, we eat roasted sweet potatoes."

Wu Jiawei has stood up and walked out. Hearing this sentence and standing still, he said: "The roasted sweet potato has not been eaten several times."

Four treasures turned their eyes together. "Then tell me, what flavors have we not eaten?"

Wu Jiawei’s language was so speechless.

Taohua Mountain is a hill outside Hangzhou. The name is good, but it is not well known. There is a Taoist temple on the mountain, which coincides with the chaos of the world. Even the affluent Hangzhou City has been fluctuated. Basically, no one has gone up the mountain to burn incense. The front hall of Taohua Mountain is also very run-down. Only two priests are leading the boy in Qianshan. There were not a few pilgrims all day long, only occasionally there was a place to stay, and the two were ordered to drive away.

The two boys were in the hall, one with a feather duster and one with a dust, cleaning the statue in the hall, looking bored, just to find something for themselves.

"Brother, you said, when can we start to practice spells like those brothers?" A younger complained.

"What are you worried about, those brothers, not all of us stick to the past, there is always a chance."

The young Taoist girl looked at his brother and said, "You can really see the brothers."

"If you can see it, you can't wait, you can't wait, you have to wait, it's the same, why don't you find yourself uncomfortable."

Xiaodao Tong laughed and said: "Brother, you realize that if I am a master, I will let you go to the outer court and start to practice the Tao."

While they were working, they laughed. The little boy found a rag and wiped the incense case again. When he went out to pour water, he saw a man walking up the mountain and couldn't help but glance at it.

I came here with a man in a yellow gown, with a long hair bundle behind his head, a sallow look, two hands together, and slowly coming up the mountain road.

The little boy stared at the face of the coming person, feeling very ordinary, but there was a feeling of incomprehension, so he stood on the side and waited until the man went up the mountain.

The little boy got together and said: "The donor"

Just said these two words, the people raised a hand, pinched a seven-star 诀. This is the way of the door. When the two saw it, they knew that they were the people in the door. They just didn’t know each other’s seniority, but they saw a meridian, and one said: “Where are the seniors?”

The yellow-faced man did not look at them and walked into the hall. The halls of the Taoist temple are divided into front and rear. The vestibules are generally dedicated to the ancestors of their own ancestral gates. The apse has three entrances and worships the gods of all walks. The last one is the Sanqing main hall. Needless to say, the Taoist Sanqing is enshrined.

The yellow-faced man walked into the front hall, walked one by one from the front of several statues, and finally stayed in front of a statue in the middle of the statue, looking up at the statue of the god, with a smile on his lips.

The two Taoist girls glanced at each other and they all looked confused. The older one went over and said: "Predecessors, you are this"

"Call your peach blossoms." The yellow-faced man looked at the statue, squinting, and whispered softly.

The two of them suddenly caught.

Although the other party's tone is dull, but I don't answer my own questions, I don't even look at myself. It is a bit offensive to find a teacher at the beginning. Both of them had ignitions on time, and a Taoist child said, "What are you looking for?"

"I have a few words to tell him." The tone of the yellow-faced man is still very calm.

The boy was angry and snorted: "Do you want to see us, at least you have to give a name?"

The yellow-faced man seemed to think about it and said, "My name is Li Haoran."

The two looked at each other and frowned.

"Excuse me, I have not heard of your name. I don't know where you are from, what are you looking for?" We will be able to inform you, otherwise we will never see foreigners."

"I want to see him, he has to come." Li Haoran said softly.

(End of this chapter)