…

Wuji smiled kindly and nodded, pointing to his wheelchair and then to his throat.

Then the Tai Chi essence shot out from the fingertips and wrote on the ground: "Hello, old man!

I am Dao Wuji, a disciple of Dazhu Peak of Qingyun Sect. I know Zeng Shushu and heard him mention you.

Don’t worry about the following matter. I accidentally entered the Ten Thousand Bats Ancient Cave, and encountered the Blackwater Black Snake. It ate some of it while escaping. This guy is angry in the Merciless Sea."

"hiss……

Dao Wuji? Good guy, a genius disciple of Dazhu Peak, Shushu told me about it.

I didn't expect you to be able to enter safely and come out safely.

And he was able to escape from the mouth of the Black Water Black Snake.

There are really talented people coming out from generation to generation, we old guys are already out of date."

"Senior received a prize and escaped with his life by chance, it's not worth mentioning.

Senior, I'm sorry for disturbing you. I apologize to you.

If you have something to do in the future, you can come to Qingyun to look for the boy. However, the boy is traveling this time. The master has set a time. When the time is up, he must return to the mountain.

So I’m being rude, junior, take your leave!”

After Wuji said that, he sat on the wheelchair and moved dozens of feet in a flash, and disappeared in front of Wei Qiong in a few flashes.

"Haha, what an amazing junior! Such speed...

Compared with Shushu and Xun'er, they are more than a step behind.

It's just a pity that God is jealous of talents, not only can't move his legs, but he was also born mute.

But why is he considered a waste of spiritual practice in Shu Shukou?

Is this guy hiding his clumsiness in the door? Impossible. If he was hiding his clumsiness, he would not be able to resort to such methods in front of me.

Maybe it’s because of Shushu’s perspective. He is a child after all, and he still acts like a fool.”

…

Outside the city lord's palace, several Wuji jumped here and then began to slowly slide their wheelchairs on the street.

China is a vast land, vast and boundless. Only the Central Plains, fed by the Yellow River that "runs ninety thousand miles into the sea", is the most fertile and rich in products. Nine out of ten people and wealth in the world live here.

In addition, the wilderness, southern border, death swamp, Shura region... and other places can be said to be barren lands, where only poisonous insects and all kinds of ferocious monsters survive.

Wuji walked around Chongqing City and headed towards the capital.

The capital is also a city. It can be said to be the imperial city of this world. Unfortunately, in a world where immortality is prevalent, imperial power is not worth mentioning.

Not to mention protecting the people of the world, whether they can protect themselves is also a question.

That's why people are often said to be massacred.

The capital, the royal family, no, I should say the city lord, is really not worthy of its name.

Lin Qi is the name of the city lord. The city lord is also an ambitious person, but it is a pity that he has more than enough ambition but not enough power.

"Come on, be objective, is it better to stay in a hotel..."

Wuji came to the streets of Beijing and found an inn.

Before I even entered the door, I was greeted by the shopkeeper.

In fact, Wuji is a bit outstanding, and you can tell he is a cultivator at a glance.

Have you ever seen a person with disabled legs, sitting in a wheelchair, but the wheelchair slides slowly without anyone pushing him?

Wuji handed over a note, "Here are some special dishes and arrange a guest room with a wide view and a sunny side!"

"Haole, objectively speaking, are you eating in the guest room?"

Wuji nodded, and his behavior immediately attracted the attention of many people in the inn.

The shopkeeper pushed his wheelchair enthusiastically, looking at such a young man with a trace of confusion and curiosity in his eyes.

"Thanks!"

Wuji smiled and nodded, but from the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glanced at a table set up by an old man and a little girl. On the table was a cloth sail hanging from a bamboo pole, with four big characters written on it: Immortal Guidance.

My heart was shocked, but my expression didn't change.

Isn't this the standard configuration of Yiyi Xian? The most mysterious person in Zhu Xian is none other than this old man, who knows all kinds of secrets.

He often wanders around in the rivers and lakes, and he brings with him a little girl who has no power to restrain a chicken.

Of course, as shown in the entire text, this guy is also powerless, but he lives a good and carefree life.

In the end, the beast god of southern Xinjiang was born, the ghost king transformed into Shura, etc., causing disasters all over the world and countless deaths.

This guy was the only one who took his granddaughter Zhou Xiaohuan carefree, and he remained so until the end.

“Haha, you’re objective and don’t be polite, this is how it should be!”

The shopkeeper laughed loudly, and after the two of them went upstairs, a discussion began in the inn.

Wuji is now hiding this old man as the god of plague. In fact, he himself has a big secret. Who knows whether this old man is really a pig or pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.

"This... it's such a pity at such a young age!"

"Yes, the golden age...hey!"

"The world is really in decline, don't talk about it, don't you see that young man is so unfortunate?

Even so, this young man is not simple.

Didn't you see the shopkeeper's attentiveness? You really have no discernment at all.

Don't blame others for being the shopkeepers, the business is still booming, but you can only come here to spend money.

Ah, everyone is objective. I see that you are covered with dark clouds, your hall is darkened, and you have a lifeless look on your face. Something is not going well!

How about you please step aside and let me take a look at you?"

An old man with white beard and hair, a mediocre face, and a somewhat immortal look, could not help but speak.

The old man's attire makes people feel a bit respectful at first glance.

There is a bamboo pole on hand, with a piece of white cloth hanging on it, with four words written on it: Immortal guides the way, who else could it be if it were not Yiyi Immortal?

Even though the old man said this, his eyes kept flickering towards where Wuji was leaving, followed by a trace of doubt.

"Haha, old man Zhou, put it away.

Are there not many people in the capital who have been deceived and abducted by you?

Be careful of being beaten up by a group of people."

"Uh..., it's nonsense. It's pure nonsense. Those who don't know how to respect the elderly are really in decline. The world is in decline."

As the old man spoke, he shook his head, as if he was full of disappointment in the world.

Everyone didn't mind, because it wasn't the first time they met the old man.

They have long been familiar with this old man's 'deceitful' tactics.

The old man lowered his head and continued to eat and drink. Next to him was a five or six-year-old little girl with two towering pigtails. She was lively and cute. She was holding a bunch of candied haws in her hand. She was eating it with relish. When she saw the old man eating, she was disdainful of the old man.

He said: "Grandpa, your approach has long been outdated.

Everyone in the capital is very familiar with it!"

"Go on, little girl, what do you know? If I don't work hard to read fortune tellers and make money, how can I buy you sugar-coated haws?

Hehe, but your little girl is right.
Chapter completed!