Chen Pingan understood what she meant, rubbed Gu Can's head, then turned and left.

Deep in the woman's eyes, there was a hint of guilt hidden towards this straw-shoe boy.

She put aside her distracting thoughts and turned to the old man and asked: "This immortal master who came from afar, does he want to buy this opportunity, or grab it?"

The old man shook his head and said with a smile: "Buy? I can't afford it. Steal? I can't take it away either."

The woman also shook her head, "It was like this in the past, but it may not be the case in the future."

When the old man who was originally in a leisurely mood heard this, he suddenly waved his sleeves and his fingers moved like flying as if he had been struck by lightning.

The old man sighed and said: "Why is it like this!"

The woman looked cold and sneered: "How many good people do you think this town has?"

The old man stood up, took a deep look at the confused child, and seemed to have made a big decision. With a flick of his wrist, the white bowl reappeared.

The old man walked to the large water tank that was half a man's height and quickly scooped a bowl of water from the water tank.

Although the woman pretended to be calm, her palms were actually full of sweat.

The old man sat back on the stool, waved to Gu Can and said, "Little kid, come here and take a look."

The child looked at his mother, and she nodded with encouraging eyes.

After the child came closer, the old man blew gently into the water in the bowl, causing ripples to appear.

The old man smiled and said: "Open your mouth."

At the same time, the old man touched it casually and took out a locust leaf from somewhere on the child.

The two fingers are imaginatively twisted, but not actually grasped.

The child subconsciously groaned.

The old man flicked his finger, and the green locust leaf fell into the child's mouth.

The child was stunned on the spot, and then realized that there seemed to be nothing strange in his mouth.

The old man didn't give him a chance to ask, and pointed to the white bowl in his palm, "Look carefully to see what's there."

Gu Can widened his eyes and looked attentively. First he saw an extremely tiny black dot, then gradually turned into a slightly eye-catching black line, and finally slowly grew in size, as if it had turned into a small earth-yellow loach, in the white

The ripples on the water surface of the bowl roll happily.

The child, who was confused in his mind, suddenly had an idea and exclaimed: "I remember it! I got it from Chen Ping'an..."

The woman slapped her son on the face and said angrily: "Shut up!"

The old man was not surprised by this and said calmly: "We monks, in order to prove immortality, are treasonous. This little fight is nothing. Don't be so nervous. It belongs to your son and cannot be escaped. It should not belong to that young man.

I can’t hold it back either.”

This child named Gu Can weighs less than 40 pounds.

But the weight of its "roots" is incredible.

So when this old bowl-holder with magical powers used an ancestral secret technique to touch and weigh his bones, he naturally couldn't lift Gu Can.

This is the prerequisite for him to accept disciples.

Otherwise, wouldn't a three-year-old kid who is holding gold through the market be looking for death?

The old man smiled casually, but his eyes were cold, and he said slowly: "Of course, even if it originally belonged to that young man, so what? Now that I am personally in charge, it is no longer his."

The child was silent and his teeth were chattering.

The woman was relieved.

The old man put on his kind and kind face again, "My child, this bowl contains the entire river water, and now it also has a small dragon. From now on, you are my direct disciple."

"I am a 'True Lord', and I am only half a step away from being the ancestor of the 'Kai Zong'. Although I am a lower sect... In short, in the future you will naturally understand the importance of the four words "True King" and "Kai Zong".

The old man laughed and said: "It will only be heavier than this bowl of river water."

The child suddenly started crying, "This is wrong! It belongs to Chen Pingan!"

The woman was so angry that she raised her arms high and wanted to teach this stupid son who was deceived by lard.

The old man waved his hand, smiled, and wrote lightly: "It's not all bad things if you have such a heart."

The child lowered his head and wiped his tears and nasal mucus with the back of his hand.

The woman looked at the old man quietly.

The old man smiled knowingly and nodded.

For people of the same mind, everything is in silence.

After the child raised his head, his mother and the master, who had fallen from the sky inexplicably, were smiling faintly.

The child turned his head, and when Chen Pingan left, he did not forget to close the courtyard door.

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The town is like a crop field, catching up with the big year and the harvest season.

However, some people are just barnyard grass among the rice. They are looked at once and never looked at again.
Chapter completed!