Chapter 222: Passing the Dharma to Weirdness

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Song Ciwan walked to Gao Xiaolang and squatted down, listening to him say: "Sister Song, it turns out that this is a world where all nine states are unified."

"Although there is poverty, disease, suffering, and disasters... at least there are not so many wars in this world."

"When demons and monsters cause chaos, ordinary people have people to take care of them. Even if it is difficult, very difficult, so difficult... there is at least a little bit of hope, even just a little bit..."

His voice was soft and weak, and there was a smile on his face, but after speaking, he choked up unconsciously.

The scales of heaven and earth appeared, and another ball of energy was collected: [Small city level strange ghost spirit, melancholy, confused, relieved, can be sold for seven or three coins. 】

Song Ciwan didn't speak, only listened quietly.

She felt that Gao Xiaolang might not need to hear her response at this time, he just needed a listener.

Gao Xiaolang pressed his face against the wall beside him, as if he was cuddling with someone in distant time and space through this wall. He whispered again: "Sister Song, I haven't been in this city for a long time, and there is always an aura in the city that makes me palpitate. It's very scary."

Song Ciwan immediately understood the reason for his weakness.

The city defense formation of the Great Zhou Dynasty suppressed all non-human beings who reached a certain level.

Gao Xiaolang's level was neither high nor low. He was neither strong enough to escape this suppression nor weak enough to be ignored by this suppression. He just happened to be stuck on that line. He really couldn't stay in the city for a long time.

Song Ciwan said: "Xiao Lang, the city gate is closed tonight. I will take you out of the city tomorrow morning."

Gao Xiaolang responded, then stood up while supporting the wall. He looked at Song Ciwan and asked carefully and obediently: "Sister Song, can I be a guest at your house tonight?"

Song Ciwan smiled and said, "Of course, please, Xiaolang."

As she spoke, she made a gesture of invitation gracefully.

Gao Xiaolang immediately started laughing too. He was missing one left eye, had a big head, was thin, and had a slightly weird appearance, but when he narrowed his eyes and smiled, he looked indescribably cute.

Song Ciwan reached out and gently stroked his slightly messy head.

Gao Xiaolang opened his eyes wide again and looked up at her blankly.

Song Ciwan smiled, took this little weird hand, and led him through streets and alleys, quietly returning home in the night.

She had experienced an entire day and most of the night in the topsy-turvy environment of Huaixi Village, but in reality, only an hour or two had passed.

The different speeds of time always give people the illusion of not knowing what night it is. As Song Ciwan walked, she slowly carried her breath and evened out her emotions.

In this way, the night passed, and it was rare to find peace.

Early the next morning, Song Ciwan woke up hearing the noise from the neighbors next door.

The rooster crows three times, and Sun Langjun, who lives next door to the east, is grabbed by his ear and shouted: "You damn devil, don't get up yet! Come on, come on, go boil some hot water, I'm going to make noodles this morning, and on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I'll have some more Putting out snacks!”

Sun Langjun ouch, ouch, complained: "What are you doing? Are you trying to shake things up? There is no woman like you in the world... Oops! You, you, you, let go! It hurts, madam! Ouch, please let it go. Let me go, okay, okay, I’ll go, can’t I go?”

He was given a severe tug by his wife, but after a struggle he finally became obedient and could only complain while getting up to heat some hot water.

At this time, Gao Xiaolang, who lived in another room, also woke up. He also heard the sound next door. As soon as he opened his eyes, he ran to the kitchen and took the initiative to light the fire and boil water.

When Song Ciwan saw him, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She simply went to the kitchen and let Gao Xiaolang light the fire while Song Ciwan took out the ingredients and cooked Yangchun noodles.

The Yangchun noodles were so simple that they were even a little too plain. When Gao Xiaolang saw the two bowls of hot noodle soup coming out of the pot, he immediately looked over eagerly and sipped his saliva while watching.

Song Ciwan put the noodles on the table, waved to Gao Xiaolang and said, "Xiao Lang, wash up quickly. Come over and eat noodles after washing up."

Gao Xiaolang first gave Song Ciwan a basin of hot water, and then took a basin of hot water aside himself. Song Ciwan gave him some daily necessities last night, and he quickly took these supplies to wash himself up——

Although he has a strange body, he may not need to wash at all.

Song Ciwan is now quite advanced in cultivation, and has also perfected the body of impermanence in the Thunder and Fire Devouring Body Technique. He has long been able to avoid dust and does not actually need to wash.

But Song Ciwan also did not abandon the habit of washing. She cleaned herself up very quickly, and at the same time changed her face. This time she changed her face to that of the female warrior Song Xun.

Gao Xiaolang saw her change of expression again, but this time he was not surprised. Instead, he looked around Song Ciwan enviously and said, "Sister Song, your magic is really wonderful. Not only can you change your body, but you can also change your breath." and change.”

He said: "I have seen some people's transformation skills before, but ordinary transformations can only change the appearance, but cannot change the fundamental breath. This kind of transformation is not very useful. Who can it be hidden from? With Sister Song, your changes are very different..."

Gao Xiaolang praised Song Ciwan's exquisite transformation. When he spoke, he looked admiring. It could be seen that he really admired the art of fetal transformation.

When Song Ciwan saw this, his heart suddenly moved.

She had a sudden idea and asked, "Xiao Lang, do you want to learn?"

Gao Xiaolang was surprised and hesitant: "Can I learn it?"

Song Ciwan said: "It doesn't hurt to give it a try. However, this method comes out of my mouth and into your ears today. Regardless of whether you can learn it or not, it will never be taught to anyone else in the future. Can you do it?"

Gao Xiaolang immediately straightened his back. He stood up and came to Song Ciwan. He kowtowed to her in an upright manner and said, "Thank you, Sister Song. I understand the rules and will never spread the secret law! If you violate it, you will be punished." Suffering the calamity of dissipation!"

The scales of heaven and earth appeared, and Song Ciwan collected another ball of energy: [Small city level weird ghost spirit, happy, grateful, shocked, one pound or six taels, can be sold. 】

Song Ciwan:...

It's a bit surprising, but it seems understandable.

Although Gao Xiaolang was weird, his weird ghost spirits were so easy to collect that Song Ciwan almost had the idea to keep him by his side for collection at any time——

Of course, Song Ciwan is not a shady businessman, so he must never do this kind of thing.

She proposed to teach Gao Xiaolang the fetus to change shape. Originally, she just wanted to try it out and see if she could teach the strange Taoism by using the technique of teaching.

If weird people can also practice Taoism, what will they achieve in the end?

Just as he was told, Song Ciwan helped Gao Xiaolang up and secretly used the technique of transmitting the law. Then he told Gao Xiaolang the secret of the practice of fetal transformation.

However, Song Ciwan herself has only mastered the first level of embryonic transformation, so she only taught Gao Xiaolang how to get started.

"The art of change lies in the innate. Returning to the innate, becoming one body..."

In the small kitchen, Song Ciwan's voice seemed to contain some kind of Taoist meaning. In the hot air of Yangchun Noodles, Gao Xiaolang listened very carefully to Song Ciwan's teachings.

On the Dongzhao Technique panel, Song Ciwan’s experience in Chuanfa Technique increased significantly.