The alien species of the city arrives

After he finished cursing, he changed his mind to think that the old man's exercises are really unpredictable, and he can see it once, and it is not in vain to visit Lushan once.

Zhang Hui yelled to Xie Zhuo, "Senior, don't just move this piece of land, try moving me like a carrot!"

As soon as the voice of Zhang conversation fell, he felt dizzy and the scene in front of him seemed to be changing rapidly. When he took a closer look, he actually stood next to Xie Zhuo.

"This person is so fascinating. Why did he suddenly come to me." Zhang Hui took a sigh of fright. "Hey, that's not right, his recliner is also coming..."

He looked at the surrounding grassland again, where Xie Zhuo was coming, obviously he was moved to Xie Zhuo's side like a radish.

Before he could get over his breath, there was another chaos in front of him. When everything around him settled, he found himself standing next to the stinking dung pile.

"It can really move me like a carrot. What kind of magic is this, it's too scary."

Zhang Hui was sighing in his heart, feeling that his body was entering the dizziness once again. This time, he was standing next to the well where the water was drawn last night, and if he moved one step forward, he would fall into the well. He drew back abruptly and fell to the ground.

"Alright, senior, don't use me as a radish anymore. I'm going back to spread the dung." Zhang Hui shouted in the direction of Xie Zhuo.

This time, using the dung basket next to him as a reference, Zhang Hui found that he had returned to his original position. At this time, Xie Zhuo's hearty and proud laugh came from his ear.

Zhang Hui guessed that Xie Zhuo’s greatest intention might not be to catch people and do him work, but that he was too boring to be here alone, and wanted someone to make him play tricks, just like cats like to play with mice. The process is satisfied and fun.

Zhang Hui once again remembered the situation where he lost his way in the mountains yesterday. It may be Xie Zhuobu's confusion.After he finally got out, he saw Xie Zhuo lying on the road and pretending to be dead.All these things can only show that Xie Zhuo is indeed too boring to be trapped in this mountain alone.

He was punished to grow vegetables in this place. On the surface, he seemed to be enjoying himself, but in his heart he felt lonely and bored. That's why he became such a weird old man.

Since this vegetable plot can be disrupted by Xie Zhuo at any time, if it is laid down rigidly according to the previous method, it will definitely be exhausted to finish the plot.Zhang would think of this, and got up and walked around. If Xie Zhuo moved the land according to a certain rune, then there must be a context.

After he walked, he seemed to form a figure in his mind little by little, and the figure became clearer and clearer, but if he was allowed to draw it, he would find it very difficult. The figure seemed to be vague and vague. , And cannot be divided, and a clear analysis.

Now, he feels that he is standing on the figure. He himself is a pen, the dung he spreads is ink, and Xie Zhuo is the one who painted this talisman. As long as he understands the talisman in Xie Zhuo's heart, he will Know how to go.

At this time, he got rid of the previous anxiety and upset, and his heart became more and more calm. The direction he was walking was as natural as clouds and flowing water, and he felt a bit after entering meditation when sitting in meditation on weekdays.

He looked at it again and found that the vegetable field behind him was very smoothly covered with dung. According to this situation, it was much faster than the practice of the land being still and moving.

The work that was originally expected to be done in dark was almost finished shortly after noon. Zhang Hui looked at this vegetable patch very proudly. After he finished packing his tools, he walked towards Xie Zhuo.

He thought he was able to discover the secrets in the vegetable field was already great, and Xie Zhuo would definitely praise his high understanding.

Xie Zhuobai glanced at him and said mockingly: "Come on, don't bend your tail, your little cleverness is nothing. To become a practitioner, you can't rely on this little cleverness."

Fortunately, Zhang Hui was accustomed to cynicism in Linshui Town, and he didn’t pay much attention to other people’s comments. Moreover, the meaning of Xie Zhuo’s words was not completely denying him, so he also smiled at Xie Zhuo, seemingly Thank him for letting himself open his eyes here.

Zhang Hui saw Xie Zhuo get up and planned to move him the broken rocking chair.Xie Zhuo frowned, listened attentively to the sound in the distance, and struck Zhang Hui's chin, indicating that he was not in a hurry to move the rocking chair.

"Someone is coming." Xie Zhuo returned to the rocking chair and sat peacefully.

Zhang Hui looked around, and he saw that someone in the distance was walking towards this side.

After a while, Zhang Hui could roughly see what this person looked like.

This man was about forty years old, of moderate build, with an exceptionally straight back, and full of energy. He was wearing a light gray robe, gentle and elegant, but also strong.Although far away, Zhang Hui could see that the smile on his face was just right, neither overly attentive nor hypocritical, but respectful in his smile.

But Zhang Hui found that Xie Zhuo didn't seem to like this person. He was puzzled. This person was handsome and didn't hate him. How could Xie Zhuo not welcome him.

He turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Who is this?"

"Xu Gui." Xie Zhuo replied coldly.

Zhang Hui was shocked: "This person is actually Xu Gui, the first seat in Lushan Luming Hall. Brother Yuan and Fang Zhu are his disciples. Why did he get here today?"

Xu Gui approached Xie Zhuo, and worshipped Xie Zhuo a long distance away, and bowed respectfully to him: "Disciple Xu Gui pays a visit to Master Uncle."

"Uncle Master? The old man of this kind of cuisine turned out to be Xu Gui's Master Uncle? It really is not simple." Zhang Hui muttered.

"Get up, get up, there are so many rules." Xie Zhuo waved his hand towards Xu Gui, his tone a little impatient, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Hui saw the way Xie Zhuo and Xu Gui were talking, and then he felt that the old man was already very good to him. He treated him like his nephew, and others thought that there was a feast between them.

"Uncle Master, this is Zhang Hui next to you? He accidentally broke in, and I'm sorry to disturb Master Uncle. I came to take him away." Xu Gui looked at Zhang Hui after he finished speaking and looked at him carefully. Some.

Zhang Hui stepped forward and arched his hand towards Xu Gui: "Junior Zhang Hui has met Mr. Xu."

Xie Zhuo glanced at Xu Gui with his beard. He did not expect that such an ordinary boy with a hairy head like Zhang Hui would come down to pick him up in person. He usually dislikes Xu Gui's superficial and easy-going and authoritarian style, and he wants to deliberately now. Embarrassed Xu Gui.

"This kid just stay here, I think he is very interested in runes, isn't it right to follow me?" Xie Zhuo said.

"Didn't Shishu once said that he was unwilling to pass on his skills?" Xu Gui said with a smile.

"That was what I said before. It used to be before, and now is now." Xie Zhuo said aggressively.

"This..." Xu Gui saw that Xie Zhuo had begun to be serious with him, and looked at Zhang Hui, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Hesitating, what's hard to say." Xie Zhuo saw that Xu Gui had something inconvenient to speak in front of Zhang Hui, so he said to Zhang Hui, "Boy go aside."

After Zhang Hui walked away, Xu Gui moved closer to Xie Zhuo and whispered, "This child is Lu Yan's son."