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C888 The Old Man Who Was Born

"I'll be back soon, don't worry."2

Daolord Shen waved at them, then boarded the train that was about to begin. This trip to Mount Tai was far too important to him. It was simply a sublimation of his life. Not only had he found his own path, but he had also found a few people who were not his family. They were more like family members.

He had always been alone since he remembered things, because his thoughts were incompatible with the environment. Although he was kind and sincere, he had never made many friends. Now, he was less lonely.

This city was not far from Jiangdong City. He had booked a bed ticket. For the sake of peace and quiet, when the train started, he closed his eyes to rest. He adjusted his breathing naturally and observed carefully to see some sort of pattern. The unique breathing and breathing method of cultivators would make them stronger and stronger, from a human to a god. Thus... They hoped to be able to escape this cycle of reincarnation in the future.

He had just closed his eyes for less than five minutes when he suddenly heard footsteps. The person stopped in front of his private room. There were a total of two people. An old man was holding a yellow-haired girl, and the old man was wearing sunglasses. He was wearing a tattered robe, and he looked like a fortune-teller.

The girl was only ten years old, and she had a pair of braids on her head. Her black eyes were full of spirit.

Daolord Shen's mind stirred, and he returned to normal. He used the Daoist mantra to conceal the divine light in his eyes. He also suppressed his aura to the lowest level. His Spiritual Sense was exceptionally sensitive. He could sense a mysterious aura emanating from the newcomer's body, as if he was a cultivator.

"What's wrong, grandfather? Our private room isn't here!"

The little girl noticed that the old man wasn't leaving. She raised her head to look at the private room number and spoke to the old man.

"Strange... Strange... Just now, I felt that there was a good seedling, but when I got closer, I saw that it was just a good root bone, but it didn't have the slightest talent for cultivation..."

The old man didn't know if he had eyes or not, but he stared at Daolord Shen for quite a while. In the end, he shook his head regretfully. If it was just a good root bone... If he could easily become a warrior, then with proper training, he might be able to advance to the Xiantian realm in his lifetime. In the mortal world, he could be considered a lord.

But martial artists were only martial artists. They were miles away from the path of cultivation. They did not have the qualifications to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and did not have the qualifications to receive his guidance.

"Grandfather, your eyes are blurry from old age! The aptitude you mentioned is one in a hundred thousand. Most of them are famous and have an owner. How could they be picked up by you on the train? "

"Alright! Let's not block the aisle. It will delay the people behind us from walking. "

The little girl blinked her eyes. She was very small. However, her tone was very mature. When she was three years old, she had gained a sense of Qi. It was already an amazing thing in the cultivation world, even though Daolord Shen was handsome and handsome. However, in her eyes, those who did not have the qualifications to cultivate could only be considered mortals. Even their gazes carried a sense of superiority.

"Cough cough... Let's go... Let's go to Jiangdong City and see..."

The old man did not find what he wanted. Under the little girl's persuasion, he walked forward. Their carriage was on the other side, far away from the place where Dao Monarch Shen stayed. Not long after, they could no longer hear their conversation.

"It's in the city... I didn't expect to meet a cultivator on a train..."

A drop of sweat dripped down from Daolord Shen's forehead. He had just been surprised to find that the old man actually had a layer of faint purple light on him. According to the records in the Mao Mountain's Tao Arts, a cultivator who could cultivate a protective divine light had probably been born a long time ago. This kind of person's cultivation realm was unfathomable. Perhaps it was the same as the two he had met at the peak of Mount Tai. Refining a flying sword could behead an enemy a thousand miles away!

He did not have the slightest intention of being frank with the other party. He already had a master. Although his cultivation realm could not compare to the other party's, the debt of gratitude to him was as heavy as a mountain. Besides, who could guarantee that the other party did not harbor any ill intentions? As long as that existence attacked, it would definitely be a lightning strike. He had just entered the cultivation world not too long ago, so he probably wouldn't be able to stop it.

For the rest of the time, he didn't continue to close his eyes and regulate his breathing, nor did the cultivators continue to use the breathing technique. Instead, he laid down on the bed, scrolling through the flow software like an ordinary person. As he watched beautiful streamers float before his eyes, his thoughts had already flown to the highest heavens.

"Ring ring ring..."

A burst of rapid ringtone rang. He glanced at the phone number. He felt that it was familiar yet strange. This phone basically never rang after he quit work. Once ordinary people leave society, if you don't have any special value... You will be habitually abandoned by the people around you, and the phone won't ring once a year.

No one in the busy city will ask, and that's the reason why the rich have distant relatives in the deep mountains.

"Hello! Fatty, what's the matter?"

The person who called was an acquaintance, his university classmate - Wang Wencai. Speaking of which, he was only one word away from his third junior brother. They were in the same dormitory when they were in university. He could be considered a bad friend who often went out to cover the night. The university era should be his most rebellious period.

"I say, where are you now? Our classmate reunion is about to begin. You are a heavyweight! Without you, how can this reunion continue? "

A loud voice came from the other end of the phone. If not for Daolord Shen lowering his voice, the entire carriage would have heard it.

- The content came from [Miegu Reading].

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