The Protagonist’s Halo - Chapter 225

Whether it was Xiao Han’s enchantment with a talisman, or the words she said, they successfully frightened Mr. Xin.

It turned out that he was wrong

The little girl who pretended to be a man in front of her was nothing ordinary.

Mr. Xin knew how many things he had. This blocked the enchantment around him, and he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to. In fact, he was thinking seriously, Xiao Han just wanted to prevent anyone from disturbing them, and had no other meaning.

Although Xiao Han has not been able to touch the threshold of how to become an immortal, some of the past cultivation methods can still be used. After three years, he has spent time and energy refining some usable talisman. Seeing her husband last time, she was reluctant to waste an enchantment talisman.

Outside the enchantment, mortals were ignorant. This was Yongjiang Mansion, where Xiao Han grew up, and her parents were here. She didn’t want any disturbances.

“In the next name photo, the word is Danming.” Mr. Xin maintained his composure, and said, “I don’t know how the girl is called?”

He has always played the world and doesn’t care about the attitudes of the world, but in the face of truly unpredictable practitioners, he dare not pretend to be arrogant.

Xiao Han smiled, “My last name is He.”

After talking for a while, Xin Zhao’s vigilance gradually weakened, and he was also a practitioner who believed that Xiao Han really came to ask for advice, not trouble.

“As for the way to become a fairy, I’m afraid I will disappoint Girl He.” Xin Zhao said calmly, “I am not a real person, just a person who loves to write stories.”

Xin Zhao claimed to be a casual cultivator, or a down-to-earth scholar. When he was a young man, he had the fame of being a talented scholar in the former dynasty. Of course, it was nothing now. However, he is not in his career. He has traveled around since his family passed away. He has heard many strange things from various places, and he has written it down, and he has also compiled a playbook for some theatrical troupes to sing.

Fengcuiyuan was not the first place he stayed. The stories he wrote have been circulated from north to south, but Xiao Han, who was in the corner of Yongjiang Mansion, had never heard of it.

He also didn’t expect to meet practitioners here.

According to Xin Zhao’s many years of experience, cultivators have always concealed the mountains and forests or the mortal world. They seldom show up in front of people, and there are not so many masters of magical powers. Especially, like Xiao Han, they can set up enchantments easily. He suspected that he was a disciple of the Ming Chuan Dashan Hermit Cultivation School that he didn’t know.

As for the latter, Xiao Han asked a few more questions, and Xin Zhao didn’t know much about it. He just heard that there were still a few sects in the lower part of the north, but they didn’t come out very much. Well known.

Compared with recording all kinds of strange things, Xin Zhao doesn’t seem to be very keen on cultivating immortals and asking Taoism. He is also very weak. If he confronts several powerful rangers and bandits, he will be beaten.

After talking with Xin Zhao, Xiao Han has gained a lot, and he has also followed up some scripts that record the spirits of the mountains and wilds.

After sending her away, Xin Zhao was also relieved, but those feelings were wiped out in a flash, and then opened the bottle of Spring Drunk left by Ms. He, only to find that the strong and domineering taste was a little different, so the troupe guys went to fight him. The wine I bought was a two-by-one pot of Kasuga drunk, but this bottle is the best Kasuga drunk that is rumored to be collected by the restaurant, and the daughter is not exchangeable.

The entrance was clear from the throat as if a raging fire ignited, tumbling all the way to the stomach, burning the whole person up, heat into the limbs, and tumbling with a very sweet aftertaste.

But after a while, the jug was mostly empty.

Xin Zhao sighed in his heart, and Yongjiang Mansion is a worthwhile trip after drinking this best spring drunk.

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Ao Ze’s memory of inheritance and what Xin Zhao said seemed to be the barren status of immortal cultivation in this world. I still remember that Xiao Han finally asked him, “Did anyone really succeed in seeking immortality in this world?”

Xin Zhao’s face was a little dazed, “It used to be, but now it’s less.”

I don’t know if the last one was hundreds of years ago or thousands of years ago. Compared with today, becoming a fairy is more like a concept of emptiness in the legend.

When Xiao Han looked at Xin Zhao’s face, he knew that his bone age was over a hundred, so his fame was also from the previous dynasty. In fact, he was one or two hundred years old, and he could continue to live for a long time without any disease and disaster. Perhaps he didn’t even know that half of his foot was actually on the path of immortality.

Xiao Han didn’t ask much. In this world, everyone has their own destiny.

Like Ao Ze’s bloodline awakening, and like Xin Zhao’s open-minded and do-it-yourself, the game is red. Maybe someday she will find her own fairyland, and the thin barriers that hinder her will be nothing.

Fengcuiyuan’s new play was still singing, but one day people in the troupe found that Mr. Xin who wrote the playbook left a note and left. Except for the frustration of the troupe owner and the joy of other troupes, not many people pay attention to this matter.

Xiao Han didn’t pay much attention to it. Xin Zhao’s strength was weaker, but some tricks to fool ordinary people could get out.

As winter approached, Zhou suddenly felt unwell, and even had a bad appetite. He thought it was a cold breeze.

Xiao Han took the pulse for her personally, and smiled, “I should congratulate my mother. My mother is pregnant and wants to add a younger brother and sister to the family.”

Xiao Han’s medical skills are known to his family, and they are better than the doctor in the hospital, no one doubts. And successively, Zhou’s pregnancy reaction also appeared.

Mrs. He is pregnant, which is good news for the entire He Mansion.

After giving birth to his daughter, Zhou hadn’t had any stomach movements for many years. Before, he had asked a monk to calculate that he was destined to have only one daughter. The two couples rested their minds, but Xiao Han had always taken care of his parents.

During the nine months of Zhou’s pregnancy, Xiao Han can be said to have taken good care of him. First of all, Zhou felt extremely pressing, and also wanted to give birth to a son, so that when the daughter gets married, there is a brother in her family who can support her, so that no one would say that she would be wronged.

Jingcheng Dingguo also sent people to give a lot of nourishing supplements, and Zhou clan deliberately praised and praised the marriage of the Guogong Mansion in front of his daughter.

After the child was born, Xiao Han still gave it the name Qingyan.

He Qingyan.

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It has been a year since Xiao Han came out. In this year, it can be said that he has traveled all over the country, and he has gradually seen the world clearly.

Just like the frail patients who have taken away a large part of their spirits and spirits, those spirits and spirits are a large number of immortals, demons, and spirits that are also conducive to cultivation. The inheritance is severed, the spiritual veins are exhausted, and it is naturally difficult to cultivate immortals. I don’t know if this Fang Tiandao deliberately separated the two realms of immortal and common world and set up numerous barriers, which means that the ladder of immortality has never been broken.

Xiao Han’s tendency is that Heaven will still leave a ray of life to the world.

If Xin Zhao can live forever, Ao Ze will soon have his dragon horns repaired. Xiao Han left Yongjiang Mansion, but he didn’t expect that Ao Ze would follow him, and he would hide in the waters on weekdays. Those ordinary fishermen would not be able to hurt it, even if they encountered a cultivator with evil intentions, it would be impossible to escape. questionable.

Who made the immortal cultivators hidden in this world, the weak ones are fine, Xin Zhao really didn’t cover her.

Xiao Han has also encountered a few guys who claim to be a master of Taoism and have received a lot of admiration, but after a try, those magical powers are as weak as paper as a street trick, which really disappoints Xiao Han. very.

No wonder the world doesn’t believe in the existence of gods.

The sound of the waterfall rushes over the steep walls and flows through the shadowy river.

Xiao Han was sitting on the bow of a small fishing boat in the river. This section of the river was so fast that she bought a fishing boat from an old man and went upstream. She has no shortage of money. There is even Ao Ze, who can get a few pearls at will, and he spontaneously calls for fresh and plump fish and shrimps to jump onto the boat to deliver meals to Xiao Han during the meal.

After a while, the bow was almost full.

Recalling the scene when he first met with Ao Ze, Xiao Han couldn’t help but shook his head. Xu is that Ao Ze’s dragon horn has been born, no longer the fish scales of the past, and with the real dragon’s consciousness, it is finally different from this Jiangzhong fish. And those cultivators who have become immortals, are people in the world also like mayfly?

Xiao Han was pondering slightly, as if he was trapped in a mysterious realm of enlightenment.

Ao Ze swam around the fishing boat, and the built-in deterrence made the boat move smoothly on the water without letting other aquatic people approach and disturb.

After a few days of sunset on the pontoon, passing through layers of thick fog and seeing the endless green hills in the distance, Xiao Han finally arrived at the destination of this trip, Wangya Mountain.

Xin Zhao also felt sorry for not seeing the mountain lord by chance. Very few people heard that he could see him. Maybe he is a practitioner who pays attention to fate.

Xiao Han moored the boat to the shore and entered the mountains. The grass and trees were fragrant and fragrant. There was still a mist. He suddenly heard the misty singing from afar, “Watching chess, cutting wood and Dingding, traveling at the edge of the cloud, selling salaries and wine, laughing wildly from afar. Tao Qing.

Cangguoqiu is high in autumn, and dawn is dawn on the moon pillow pine root.

Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, hold the axe to break the withered vine.

The harvest is a load, and the rice is three liters in the Xingge market.

There is no competition, the current prices are flat, there is no trickery, no honor or disgrace, and life is calm. Wherever you meet, you are not immortal or Tao, sit and talk about Huang Ting. “

Xiao Han followed the singing, and did not encounter the obstacles and obstacles that Xin Zhao said. There was a man on the mountain with a black coat and a high crown. His eyes were clear and the corners of his lips were smiling. He was elegant and romantic. The mood is elegant, giving people a sense of transcendence, just like a person in a fairy.

He looked at Xiao Han with a smile, and there was a bit of kindness in his eyes.