"Oh my god!" Mustache scratched his forehead vigorously, "How is it possible? How could he give you the life-saving charm?"
Looking at the inexperienced look of the mustache, Jiang Xiaoyu tried to say: "Isn't the senior painter very good at painting? It's just a few yellow talismans. It shouldn't be that difficult for him."
"You don't know." The Eight-Character Hu swallowed his saliva and said, "His life-saving talisman can really save his life! Even if the immortal from the sky comes, it will not be difficult to escape smoothly with one of his life-saving talismans.
"
"so smart?"
"It's so powerful. Back then, I strongly suggested that he give us tens of thousands of life-saving charms each, but he ruthlessly rejected it."
"Ten thousand?" Jiang Xiaoyu thought to himself: It's me, and I won't give it to you either.
"No, when he comes back, I have to get some life-saving amulets!" The mustached man seemed to be very obsessed with the life-saving amulets.
Jiang Xiaoyu asked doubtfully: "Senior is already one of the Earth Immortals. There is no one in the world who can defeat him. Why do you need that thing?"
"You don't understand, there is a reason!"
Jiang Xiaoyu was a little curious, "What's the reason?"
The mustache came close to Jiang Xiaoyu's ear and whispered: "Of course it's because I have a mean mouth. The painter said that people with a mean mouth generally don't have good luck!"
"ah?"
Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly turned to stone. This reason really left people speechless.
What follows is a long babble. Two hours have passed. The mustache finally clarified how Jiang Xiaoyu, Di Xian and others got to know each other through a series of questions and answers.
When Jiang Xiaoyu said that the person who raised him was Lao Xu, the mustache finally lost his composure.
When talking to Jiang Xiaoyu, his tone suddenly softened by several levels.
It is true that he is a bitch-tongued, but when he meets someone who is more awesome than him, his cowardice level can match his bitch-tongued degree.
Lao Xu is such a person. His name alone is enough to make the mustache tremble when talking to Jiang Xiaoyu.
"That's it, that's it!"
The mustache has always been puzzled. Although the Jiang Xiaoyu in front of him has amazing talent, it is impossible for the cook to pass on his inheritance to him, and the painter will never give him something as precious as a life-saving amulet.
The answer to the question is undoubtedly Lao Xu.
Although Lao Xu is said to be dead, in the mustache's heart, how could a person like Lao Xu die so easily.
"Damn, the painter and the cook are really cunning! One will give you a legacy, and the other will give you a life-saving charm. Shouldn't I also give you something?"
The Eight-Character Hu thought about it and realized that he really had nothing to offer.
What should I do? There is no way I can give him my bitchy mouth. After all, it is his most precious thing.
While the Eight-Character Husband was having wild fantasies, Jiang Xiaoyu's head was getting bigger.
This guy clearly wanted to ask me a few questions, but in the past two hours, he seemed to have become a household registration checker.
If the mustached man wanted to ask, Jiang Xiaoyu would naturally not say anything.
But now Jiang Xiaoyu has to help Wen Zhiming and others clean up the sect's affairs, so it's really a waste of time here.
"Senior, I remember that at the beginning, you seemed to say you had questions to ask me?"
Jiang Xiaoyu was reminded like this, and he slapped himself on the forehead with a mustache, "Oh, why did I forget such an important thing? If the painter comes back, I will have to seal my mouth again!"
"Huh?" Jiang Xiaoyu looked at the mustache in confusion.
Only then did the mustache realize that what he said was not correct.
Calling yourself this uncle is obviously a bit disrespectful in front of this descendant of Old Xu.
Easily revealing that he is a little afraid of painters, doesn't this clearly tell Jiang Xiaoyu that he is not as good as a painter?
"Ahem!" The mustache coughed twice and said, "What I just said doesn't count. I'll say it again."
Before Jiang Xiaoyu could speak, the mustache said directly: "Brother Jiang, this matter is indeed very important. Please tell the truth!"
Jiang Xiaoyu's forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat, and he thought to himself: Is this okay?
Jiang Xiaoyu wiped his sweat, cupped his hands and said, "Senior, please speak!"
The mustache was suddenly close to Jiang Xiaoyu, and his mouth was almost close to Jiang Xiaoyu's ear.
He whispered: "How come God appears here?"
"What?" Jiang Xiaoyu felt that he didn't hear clearly.
"God! God!" The mustache's expression was exaggerated, but he still suppressed his voice with all his strength.
"Who is God? He doesn't seem to have this last name."
"Oops!" The mustache was a little anxious, "Brother Jiang, please stop teasing me. God has appeared in this world, and it has only been in the past ten days. You still have a little bit of his breath on your body, otherwise
, how could I come all the way here? If the painter knew that I..."
The mustache instantly realized that he had spoken too much and quickly shut up.
Jiang Xiaoyu shook his head with a confused expression, "I really don't know anything!"
"Besides, you also said that I have his breath on me?" Jiang Xiaoyu put his nose into his armpit and smelled it. It didn't have any smell, right?
"It's not the taste, it's the breath!" For a moment, the mustache didn't know how to describe this thing.
After all, he had only felt the breath of God twice.
For the first time, when the breath appeared, many corpses of immortals also fell down.
The second time it appeared was just a few days ago.
The painter once said that once God appears, it often means the collapse of the world.
Therefore, we must not take this kind of thing lightly.
Jiang Xiaoyu spoke slowly from the side: "Senior, what exactly is the god you are talking about? I don't even know what it is. What do you want me to say?"
"It's a long story, actually..."
Jiang Xiaoyu quickly interrupted, "Long story short."
"Okay!" The mustache nodded, "Brother Jiang, you are also a practitioner. You should know that if a monk passes the Mahayana, he will face a catastrophe."
"I know. If you are unlucky, you will die. If you are lucky, you will become an earthly immortal like you. If you are lucky, you may become immortal and ascend directly."
"Emeration and ascension are actually two words. The so-called emergence means to emerge from the mortal body and become an immortal, while ascension means that after becoming an immortal, it is no longer possible to stay in this world.
To the fairy world."
"Immortals and immortals." Jiang Xiaoyu chewed for a while and said, "Is it possible that the gods you just mentioned are immortals?"
"no!"
"ah?"
"Gods are more terrifying existences than immortals!" The mustache explained: "In fact, immortals are just like humans and have to practice. And at the end of immortals' cultivation, they are gods!"
"Do you understand?"
Jiang Xiaoyu shook his head, "I don't understand."
The Eight-Character Hu thought for a while and whispered: "Then think about it, have you encountered any strange things in the past ten days or so?"
"strange things?"
Jiang Xiaoyu thought for a moment and realized that this time coincided with the time when he brought Ye Hongyi back. He tried to say: "I met an illusion master. Is it possible that he is?"
"Yes, yes, it's an illusion!"
"He is a god?" Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't believe it.
The corner of his moustache curled up, "Of course he is not, I just found a site where the illusion was arranged where the breath of God appeared."
"In that place, I also found traces of space collapse. Although it is difficult to detect, it still cannot escape my eyes."
The mustache looked full of confidence at this time, "I am sure that God must have appeared there." After saying that, the mustache looked at Jiang Xiaoyu, "And you also appeared there!"
Jiang Xiaoyu nodded, "I have fought against that illusion master."
The mustache's eyes lit up, "Tell me, when did God appear and why did God appear? Where did he go after he appeared?"
"This is very important!" Mustached Hu finally added solemnly.
God? Who is God? Where does God come from?
Jiang Xiaoyu tried hard to recall the scene of that day.
That day, the only people who appeared at the scene, besides myself, were "Withered Ye" who arranged the illusion and Ye Hongyi, who was trapped in the illusion.
"Dead leaves" has been denied by the mustache, so it can only be Ye Hongyi.
But Ye Hongyi is obviously not, otherwise, she would not be trapped in the illusion.
Who else could it be?
Jiang Xiaoyu took a deep breath and thought about it carefully.
God? Space? Collapse?
Jiang Xiaoyu's face was dull, and he suddenly remembered something.