Chapter 134 Buddha Said: It Cannot Be Said

The absorption of Heitan, Jiayin, Lu Feichen and Wu Yuan is relatively slow.

It wasn't until early the next morning that the four of them came out of the bucket. They looked at each other in shock. From each other's excited eyes, they could see that they had all been promoted. Even if they suppressed their cultivation, they could feel that they had been promoted, and they had been promoted to more than one small realm.

If you practice on your own, it will take hundreds of years to achieve such results.

"The four seniors have all come out." Liu Qian said happily: "How many levels have the four seniors upgraded to?"

Jiayin put his hands together and said, "Buddha said: It cannot be said."

Lu Feichen nodded: "It's true that I can't say."

Cultivators always like to hide their strength and do not want to expose it to others too much.

Hei Tan and Wu Yuan also had a tacit understanding not to mention how far they had risen, but the way they looked at Mu Nanjin was different.

Mu Nanjin said to Wu Yuan: "It's all thanks to the herbs you and your companions 'contributed' to improve your realm."

Wu Yuan looked at her with complicated eyes: "You have such a big heart."

If it were anyone else, I would do everything possible to control him and prevent him from rebelling.

And when she was good and promoted him to the Jin Realm, she wasn't afraid that he would kill her back?

Mu Nanjin said quietly: "I treat people with benefits. When you get more benefits from staying with me, you will become more and more reluctant to leave me. On the contrary, you will only try your best to escape from me."

It makes sense when Wu Yuan and the others think about it.

"For the sake of our acquaintance, I would like to remind you not to try to deal with me just because you think you have advanced to the next level, otherwise you will never know how you will die."

Jiayin couldn't help but ask: "How high is your realm?"

"It's a realm you can't catch up to."

Everyone: "..."

"The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve. If you should go home, go home."

Liu Qian cupped his hands and said, "Girl, thank you for taking care of me these days. I will visit you at home with my father and others tomorrow."

Mu Nanjin frowned slightly: "I want to sleep in and don't have time to entertain you, so don't do such nonsense."

Liu Qian: "..."

Yang Bo patted his shoulder: "You know the girl's temperament. If she says she doesn't want to come, she won't come. Don't be so polite. Besides, your father is the girl's superior. There is no reason for a superior to visit a subordinate. Are you right? ?”

Liu Qian thought about it too.

Xu Chengdao: "Don't look reluctant to leave. We will meet again in a few days. Okay, go back and see your mother quickly. She must miss you very much."

"Okay. See you in five days."

Liu Qian left first and rode back to Liu's mansion excitedly.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

Mrs. Liu ran out quickly: "My son is back, has he lost weight?"

She took a closer look and saw that her son not only had not lost weight, but had gained weight.

When Mrs. Liu saw that her son had a double chin, she couldn't help but be startled: "Hey, he's even fatter. This is such a good feed."

Liu Qianhu, who came out behind, said, "I said he didn't lose weight, but you still don't believe it."

Liu Qian ran to Liu Qianhu excitedly: "Dad, Dad, look at me quickly."

Liu Qianhu felt that these words sounded familiar and raised his eyebrows: "What are you looking at? You won't be promoted to martial arts again, right?"

"Haha, you guessed it right this time." Liu Qian told him what happened last night: "I can almost reach the eighth rank now."

"Eighth rank?" Liu Qianhu was so shocked that his jaw dropped: "Your father and I are only at the eighth rank now, and you are reaching the eighth rank so quickly?"

"Really, I didn't lie to you."

Mrs. Liu looked at her son in disbelief: "You were only at level 4 when you came down the mountain, and you have been promoted to level 8 in just a few months? Don't make fun of us."

Liu Qian said: "It's true. I won't lie to you about these things."

Liu Qian didn't say much and punched Liu Qianhu directly.

Liu Qianhu hurriedly punched to catch it, but he was worried about damaging his son, so he didn't use all his strength.

Then, he was knocked back ten feet away. He smiled happily and said, "You can do it. You are really almost at the eighth level. You will have a bright future in the future."

Liu Qianhu looked at his wife: "You can safely leave your son next to Mu Nanjin now, right?"

Mrs. Liu glared at him angrily: "It's not that I don't feel safe being with her, I just think that our home is in the capital, so why live in someone else's house? It makes me feel like my son has not gone down the mountain and it will take several months to see him. . It’s not like you can see your son every day, how can you understand the pain of not being able to see my son, huh.”

"Okay, okay, now that my son is back, we can go back to the house to talk about anything we have to say."

Liu Qianhu winked at his son.

Liu Qian understood and immediately helped Mrs. Liu back to the house.

Mrs. Liu was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.

While the Liu family was enjoying themselves, Hei Tan and Wu Yuan changed into robes.

Heitan took Sangtai away first.

Wu Yuan walked to the courtyard and asked Shu Xiyao, "Are you ready?"

Shu Xiyao didn't have to carry any luggage back, so he had nothing to prepare: "How are you going to send me back? Qinggong?"

"I don't know how to do light kung fu." Wu Yuan took out a golden flying sword from the space.

"What are you doing?" Shu Xiyao subconsciously took a step back.

Wu Yuan sneered: "Are you afraid?"

Shu Xiyao retorted: "I'm not afraid, I'm on guard."

Wu Yuan sneered.

Then, the golden flying sword flew up.

He jumped onto the flying sword.

"You..." Shu Xiyao looked at Wu Yuan in surprise.

I once heard that as long as your cultivation reaches the level of a Martial God, you can fly with a weapon. Isn't Wu Yuan a Martial God?

Wu Yuan said: "Come up."

Shu Xiyao withdrew his shocked look and jumped onto the flying sword.

"Tell me the location of your home and your town."

Shu Xiyao reported the address of becoming a monk.

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the courtyard with a whoosh.

"ah--"

Shu Xiyao was almost thrown out, so he quickly grabbed Wu Yuan's shoulders, but his cheeks were sore from the wind as if they were cut by knives, and his hair was blown into a mess.

He carefully lowered his head to look down. The height of thousands of feet made him feel dizzy.

Shu Xiyao has never stood at such a high place. If he fell from here, he would be absolutely shattered.

The scenery under his feet whizzed by, and he saw a city in the distance. It passed across the sky of the city in the blink of an eye, leaving the city far behind. It was obvious that the speed was very fast.

Suddenly, Wu Yuan stopped.

"arrive."

"ah?"

Shu Xiyao was thrown down before she understood what was going on.

Fortunately, the height was not high at this time. He quickly somersaulted in the air and landed firmly on the ground.

Shu Xiyao raised his head and saw the familiar gate of the house in front of him: "Back, back?"

Does it take a quarter of an hour to get here from the capital?

I think should not be?

The guards guarding the gate of the Demon Cult Mansion saw a man with disheveled hair appearing at the gate, and immediately shouted vigilantly: "Who is here?"

Shu Xiyao lifted up his messy hair and said, "It's me."

"Teacher, leader!?" The guards looked at him in surprise as he looked like a beggar with messy hair: "Teacher, you are back."

"Um."

Shu Xiyao entered the courtyard and looked left and right at the familiar scenery. It wasn't until he sat down and drank the familiar tea that he was truly sure that he was back.

He couldn't help but sigh: "It's so fast and convenient."

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