manynovel Chapter 3 Bao'er: He smells so good…
Chapter 3 Bao'er: He smells so good…
The next morning.
A commotion of chickens and dogs scattering came from the inner courtyard of the Celestial Master's Mansion.
"Second brother! Sit down! Don't break your newly grown legs!"
"Senior brother, don't worry about me! I'm going to run a couple of laps around the back mountain. Eighty years... Do you know how I've lived these past eighty years?! I need to pee! I'll pee standing up!"
Looking at Tian Jinzhong, who was as excited as a hyperactive child, and Zhang Zhiwei chasing after him, Su Wuxian shook his head helplessly.
He changed out of his old, dusty robe and put on a brand-new Taoist robe that Rongshan had sent him.
He casually pulled a wallet from Rong Shan's bewildered pocket, took out a few red bills and stuffed them into his sleeve: "Junior Nephew Rong Shan, consider this your uncle's pocket money. I'll have your master reimburse you later."
Rongshan: "???"
The dark blue Taoist robe was well-tailored, with an ordinary hemp rope tied around the waist, and the long hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin.
Looking at himself in the bronze mirror, with his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and skin so fair it was almost excessive, he looked like a handsome young Taoist priest in his early twenties, thanks to the effects of the Six Treasures Immortal Thief's cleansing and marrow-refining treatment.
Who would have thought that beneath this physical appearance lay a centenarian soul of the same generation as the Old Celestial Master?
"Eldest brother, second brother, I'm going down the mountain for a stroll."
Su Wuxian waved his hand, and before Zhang Zhiwei could say anything, he vanished from the courtyard gate like a ghost.
......
The front of Longhu Mountain was bustling with activity.
The Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is about to begin, attracting not only all sorts of strange and powerful figures from the world of supernatural beings, but also a constant stream of ordinary tourists.
Su Wuxian, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, mingled in the crowd, looking around with a curious expression.
"A cell phone! Finally, a cell phone! Do you know how I've gotten through all these years?"
"Wow, 260 for a ticket? Longhu Mountain is making money much faster than they used to rob and plunder."
Su Wuxian complained as he slowly walked down the stone steps.
Just as he reached a pavilion halfway up the mountain, a familiar arguing sound reached his ears.
"Sister Bao'er! We're here to participate in a competition, not to bury people! Put that shovel away! It's contraband!"
"Also, stop staring at the sausage vendors on the street, we're out of money!"
Upon hearing this voice, Su Wuxian's lips curled up slightly.
coming.
This is the power of destiny in the unseen world.
A man and a woman stood under the shade of a tree not far away.
The man, wearing a cheap T-shirt and sporting his signature ponytail, looked dejected and was earnestly advising the person next to him—it was Zhang Chulan.
Beside him squatted a girl wearing sloppy overalls, with disheveled hair but still possessing a pretty face.
She gripped a rusty shovel tightly in her hand, her eyes fixed on the sausages in the hands of passersby.
Feng Baobao.
Su Wuxian didn't try to hide his aura and just walked over openly.
Just when Su Wuxian was about ten meters away from the two of them.
Feng Baobao, who had been in a daze, suddenly stiffened.
In that instant, her usually dull and lifeless eyes suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented brilliance!
She was like a frightened feline, her whole body tense, and the shovel in her hand was deformed with a "whoosh".
"Sister Bao'er? What's wrong?" Zhang Chulan was startled by Feng Baobao's reaction.
Feng Baobao ignored him and stared intently at the young Taoist priest who was slowly walking towards her.
In her unique sensory world, the Taoist priest in front of her was not human at all.
It was just a cloud of air!
A massive, pure mass of primordial energy, even more alluring than that of the so-called "Peerless" Celestial Master...
Moreover, this aura contained a strangely familiar yet extremely dangerous scent... It was the domineering power of the Six Treasures Immortal Thief, who devoured the life force of heaven and earth.
"Zhang Chulan, get out of the way!"
Feng Baobao's voice carried an unusually serious tone, and even a hint of...craving?
"This person smells so good."
"Huh?" Zhang Chulan was stunned. "It smells good? Bao'er, are you starving?"
At this moment, Su Wuxian had already walked up to the two of them.
He stopped, his gaze lingering on Feng Baobao for a moment, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes, before turning to Zhang Chulan with a half-smile on his face.
"Make way, you're blocking the way," Su Wuxian said softly.
Zhang Chulan was taken aback and looked Su Wuxian up and down.
Judging from their attire, they are Taoist priests from the Celestial Master's Mansion.
And he's so young, he's probably the junior brother in charge of reception?
Zhang Chulan immediately put on a fawning smile, rubbing his hands together and saying, "Oh, senior brother Daoist, I'm so sorry. I'm Zhang Chulan, here to participate in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. This is... my immature older sister. Um, do you know where to register?"
Su Wuxian looked at the face that bore a striking resemblance to that old bastard Zhang Huaiyi, especially that shameless attitude—they were practically identical.
He couldn't resist and reached out—
Under Zhang Chulan's horrified gaze, Su Wuxian's palm seemed to ignore the spatial distance and pressed directly onto Zhang Chulan's head.
"Smack."
Su Wuxian ruffled Zhang Chulan's hair vigorously, like petting a dog.
"Who is your senior brother?"
Su Wuxian said with a smile, his tone carrying an inexplicable air of elder authority:
"You should call me...Master."
"Huh?!" Zhang Chulan was dumbfounded.
This young Taoist priest looks two years younger than me, yet he tries to take advantage of me right away?
"Daoist Master, we shouldn't use such foul language..." Zhang Chulan was about to retort.
Suddenly, a cold glint flashed!
"Don't touch him!"
Feng Baobao moved.
Without any warning, the shovel in his hand whistled through the air as it went straight for Su Wuxian's neck!
The movements were swift, precise, and ruthless, devoid of any murderous intent, only pure coldness.
"Sister Bao'er, don't do it! These are people from the Celestial Master's Mansion!" Zhang Chulan was terrified.
Hitting someone here will get you disqualified!
However, the next second!
Facing Feng Baobao's deadly shovel.
Su Wuxian didn't even turn his head, but simply held up two fingers.
"Ding!"
A crisp, metallic clang rang out.
That shovel, which was said to be able to shatter rocks, was effortlessly caught by Su Wuxian with just two fingers.
Not moving.
Zhang Chulan's chin hit the ground.
Feng Baobao's eyes widened, and she tugged hard at the shovel, but couldn't budge it.
Su Wuxian turned his head and looked at Feng Baobao, who was standing right in front of him.
A flash of red and blue light appeared briefly in those clear eyes.
The dual-wielding ability was activated silently, instantly sweeping across Feng Baobao's body.
The soul...has been cleansed?
There is only instinct, no memory.
Su Wuxian sighed softly in his heart, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Buzz!"
A gentle yet irresistible force traveled through the shovel, sending Feng Baobao flying three meters backward before landing steadily.
"His strength is good, but his weapon is too poor."
Su Wuxian released his grip, revealing two deep finger marks on the shovel.
He ignored the horrified Zhang Chulan and instead pulled out two bright red hundred-yuan bills from his sleeve, casually slapping them into Zhang Chulan's arms.
"Take it."
Zhang Chulan held the money, his mind a complete blank: "This... what is this?"
"The money for the wedding gift. We didn't give your grandfather a gift when you were born, so we're making up for it now." Su Wuxian pointed to Feng Baobao next to him, "Take it and buy some grilled sausages. Look how hungry the child is."
After saying that, Su Wuxian put his hands behind his back, took a leisurely walk, humming a little tune, and walked down the mountain, leaving the two of them with only an unfathomable back view.
"Who the hell is this?!"
Zhang Chulan looked at the two hundred yuan in his hand, then at the fingerprints on the shovel, and cold sweat soaked his back.
Although he really wanted to say that nobody gives 200 yuan as a gift anymore, but...
Two fingers pinched Bao'er's shovel.
This strength is probably even more terrifying than that Master Lingyu!
He dared not say it again.
"Zhang Chulan".
Feng Baobao stared in the direction Su Wuxian had left, but did not give chase. Instead, she sniffed and said seriously:
"This person is very capable."
"Moreover... he has the scent of immortality about him."
Zhang Chulan was shocked.
"Immortality?"
"What does it taste like? Is it edible?"