"Won't you stay a little longer?"
Lin Xuan couldn't help but sigh when he saw Zhao Gongming in such a hurry, and then spoke to persuade him to stay.
Zhao Gongming sighed in his heart. To put it bluntly, he actually wanted to stay here for a while.
After all, Senior Lin Xuan's place, let alone tea, is spiritual energy, and it is also at the level of chaotic spiritual energy.
Take one more sip, and the blessings will be endless!
But……
What a way.
The decisive battle at the Conferred God Platform was like a sharp blade hanging over Zhao Gongming's head.
Zhao Gongming has no intention of staying here too long!
"Hey, Uncle Master, this place is like a paradise, it is the Three Realms... Oh no, it is a rare peaceful place in the world. Gongming also wants to accompany Uncle Master here to fulfill his filial piety, but it is really There's something going on inside the door, I can't get away, I hope my uncle can forgive me!"
Zhao Gongming cupped his hands towards Lin Xuan and then spoke.
Zhao Gongming originally wanted to say that Meishan Courtyard is a rare place in the Three Realms, but when the words came to his lips, he thought that this matter cannot be...
In Lin Xuan's opinion, Zhao Gongming's identity was just that of a cultivator.
If a cultivator has not reached the stage of transcending tribulation, where can he find the means to fly into the sky and escape from the earth?
Return the Three Realms...
Madhu, if you go down to the underworld, I'm afraid you won't be able to defeat the black and white impermanence.
Therefore, Zhao Gongming hurriedly changed his words and changed the so-called "three realms" to "tianxia".
In this way, it can be considered logical and logical.
Zhao Gongming: Thumbs up for my wit.
Lin Xuan didn't care about Zhao Gongming's slip of the tongue. Seeing that Zhao Gongming had decided to leave, Lin Xuan couldn't persuade him to stay. After pondering for a while, Lin Xuan sighed and said:
"In that case, I'd like you to go slowly. If you have time, come back and have a drink with your uncle."
"Disciple, obey!"
Zhao Gongming bowed and saluted.
Speaking of which, Lin Xuan is not that old.
I was twenty years old before time travel, and spent ten years under the torture of the system. Then after meeting the Queen Mother of the West, another ten years...
Full of plans, that is, the situation in the forties.
This age, in the previous life, would have been the awkward period between youth and middle age.
However, in the prehistoric world, this is really nothing.
After all, in the prehistoric world, if you were not eighteen hundred years old, you would be too embarrassed to go out.
Lin Xuan also knew that the Gongming cultivator in front of him was naturally much older than Lin Xuan in terms of age.
However, Lin Xuan has long been accustomed to being called "senior".
This thing is just like girls doing shameful things...
The first time: "Don't... hurt..."
The second time: "...well..."
The third time: "Okay!"
…
The Nth time: "I want...", "I want...".
To this day, Lin Xuan has long been accustomed to being someone's uncle.
Therefore, even though Lin Xuan knew that Gongming had been a Taoist for much longer than him, he still happily accepted Zhao Gongming groveling in front of him, acting like a junior.
Even now, Lin Xuan still feels a little bit... comfortable...
To put it bluntly, it’s fun.
This is also very consistent with his straight male character.
The girls hold hands and stand shoulder to shoulder on the surface, acting like close sisters. In fact, they are secretly comparing who is more beautiful and who carries the best bag.
Men are different. Their thoughts on friends are relatively simple.
To each other, they just want to be each other's "father".
Although Lin Xuan cannot be regarded as an old father, he always picks up a "Master Uncle" Dangdang for nothing. In terms of seniority, he is the same generation as "Dad".
It also made his heart full of joy.
"Gongming, don't move here. I'll get you some home-grown oranges..."
Seeing that Gongming was determined to leave, Lin Xuan thought that as a master uncle, he couldn't be too stingy, so he opened his mouth and said to Zhao Gongming.
Lin Xuan planted a bunch of fruits in his backyard, and they are now quite mature.
In the golden autumn season, those sweet oranges are also the most delicious.
Zhao Gongming was shocked.
How could the oranges grown by Senior Lin Xuan be ordinary things?
It must be a supreme creation.
This is a supreme creation!
(Oranges have a history of more than 4,000 years in Chinese history, so they were not considered a rare species during the Shang and Zhou dynasties.)
Zhao Gongming suddenly understood in his heart:
"Senior Lin Xuan saw that I was going to the Conferred God Platform for a decisive battle, and that I might even deal with the sage of heaven, Ran Deng Buddha. Although he polished the gaping ax for me, he was still worried and wanted to give me the Chaos Spirit Fruit to prevent any unexpected events! "
"Senior Lin Xuan, I...junior, I really can't repay this great kindness!"
Zhao Gongming was extremely grateful and had tears in his eyes.
Seeing Lin Xuan's back, he walked slowly towards Meishan's backyard step by step.
Zhao Gongming actually felt a deep love at this moment.
That kind of love was like a mountain, weighing heavily on Zhao Gongming's heart.
Zhao Gongming felt that his breathing was a little heavy.
Not long after, Lin Xuan brought a bag of golden oranges, packed it in a package, and stuffed it into Zhao Gongming's hand.
Zhao Gongming could feel the supreme chaotic aura contained in the orange, and he knew in his heart that this thing was extraordinary.
If an ordinary immortal from the Three Realms could get one, he would be able to laugh for a hundred years.
Senior Lin Xuan gave him a package directly...
Oh, there is nowhere to put this damn thing, deep love!
"You kid, why are you crying?"
Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel quite puzzled. How could a seven-foot man be so sad and tearful when he was supposed to bleed but not shed tears?
After thinking about this, Lin Xuan seemed to understand.
Perhaps, this child should be reluctant to give up.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuan was moved, then his face became solemn, and he pretended to scold and said:
"A real man is at home all over the world. With such a long love for his children and indecisiveness, it is difficult for him to achieve great things!"
After finishing speaking, I felt that my tone seemed too harsh, for fear of causing an indelible psychological shadow on the child's growth.
When Lin Xuan thought of this, he couldn't help but soften his tone and persuaded:
"That's all! If you are finished with the matters within the sect, you can come and see your uncle again when you have free time."
Zhao Gongming took a deep breath.
Look up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle.
This prevented the tears of emotion from flowing down the corners of his eyes.
"Uncle Master, take your leave! I'll have time to see you again during the day!"
Zhao Gongming saluted again.
Then he turned around and left, flicking his sleeves without taking away a single cloud.
Zhao Gongming did not dare to stay, for fear that he would not be able to hold back the surging emotions.
Lin Xuan watched Zhao Gongming leave and murmured:
"What a good boy... If this was in the previous life... I would feel sorry for him if I didn't give him a five-stripe..."
…
After saying that, Lin Xuan turned around and returned to Meishan Courtyard again.
After seeing off the guests, Lin Xuan still had business to do.
…
Of course, it's not the shy plowing thing.
This thing is mainly done at night, in broad daylight, under the bright sky, which is offensive.
The main reason is that Lin Xuan feels that the Conferred God Tribulation is coming to an end, and his first priority is to improve his cultivation.
After all, one's cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage is just like a bigger ant in front of the immortals and Buddhas.
Policies come from the barrel of a gun. Lin Xuan still needs to work hard to survive in these troubled times.
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Xiqi, Qishan, Fengshentai.
The tens of thousands of immortals sitting cross-legged in the void.
Waiting for seven days for the second decisive battle on the Conferred God Platform...
