Of course, before he left, he also interacted with all the new characters in the Plan A sequel.
It directly increased by another ten percent, and the total luck value reached 26%.
It has to be said that this time I earned back all the luck points I had consumed.
Then, Wang Xiaohei took off and flew high into the sky.
At the same time, there was also a lot of clouds and mist surrounding him.
He has used the art of Soaring into the Clouds and Riding on the Mist, which not only saves mana, but is also concealed and the speed is not slow.
"The Demon King's later cultivation level is really difficult in this world. I don't know if Jiao Shisan's cultivation level has dropped." Wang Xiaohei thought to himself.
Even if Jiao Shisan has suppressed his own cultivation, as long as he is not hiding in the Cave Heaven Paradise or sleeping like before, he may have lost a lot of his cultivation.
Just like Wang Xiaohei is like now, if he stays in the outside world arrogantly, even if he suppresses his own cultivation, he will probably fall to the early stage of the Demon King within a month.
Unless he obtains some natural treasure, such as ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, etc. that are more than a hundred years old.
For example, he could maintain his cultivation level by taking the Da Pei Yuan Dan.
However, he no longer has the Great Peiyuan Pill in his body.
Treasures of heaven and earth are also rare, so you must get everything done within half a month, and then take people back to the world of A Chinese Ghost Story.
…
Renjia Town, Yizhuang.
No, it can’t be called Yizhuang.
At this moment, Yizhuang has long been bulldozed and is preparing to build a new Taoist temple, which is also the 73rd Taoist temple in Maoshan.
A large number of young people are busy working in the open space.
Digging holes, setting up wooden piles, and laying foundations were all done in full swing.
Wencai, on the other hand, moved a small stool and sat not far away, basking in the sun and eating fruit leisurely.
"Ah Hao, and Xiao Hu, don't be lazy and work quickly, otherwise you won't have food for lunch."
Wencai suddenly stood up, pointed at the two young men and shouted.
The two young men heard this and said, "Wencai, we have been working for an hour without stopping. What's the matter with drinking water during the break?"
"Oh, drink some water, drink it quickly," Wencai nodded and said.
At this moment, a man who looked like a foreman raised his head and looked into the distance.
"It's time, lunch has been delivered. Let's go have lunch and rest for half an hour before working again in the afternoon." A man who looked like a foreman shouted at everyone.
Suddenly, everyone stopped and looked into the distance. A man was pushing a large cart over.
A large bucket of rice and food were placed on top.
Everyone gathered around him immediately.
"It's time to eat, what's the dish today?" Wencai also stood up immediately and ran over.
Supervising work, etc., they are just trying to show off their authority, and they basically spend the whole day fishing and sleeping.
And when it comes to eating, he can run faster than a rabbit.
Two quarters of an hour later, all the young adults had finished eating, and they were resting and sleeping in the woods in twos and threes.
As for Wencai, he was still in front of the cart, scooping up the rice stuck to the wall of the vat with his hands.
Looking at the guy's bulging belly, he knew he was full, but he was still eating.
"Wencai, you are still eating, your stomach is almost full."
Wang Xiaohei's voice suddenly sounded.
"Who?" Wencai quickly turned his head and saw a big wolf dog.
"Huh? Are you, ah, the black boss?" Wencai immediately realized that the person in front of him was the black boss.
"Why was this Yizhuang bulldozed? Is it going to be rebuilt?" Wang Xiaohei asked.
"Boss Hei, my master got rich. I don't know where he got a lot of money from, and then he said he wanted to build a Taoist temple."
"By the way, Boss Hei, where have you been these past few months? My master is looking for you everywhere." Wencai said.
"Where is your master in the Taoist temple? It seems that he is not in the town or nearby." Wang Xiaohei asked.
"Oh, my master went out to show people Feng Shui, and he should be back now." Wen Cai said.
"Then where do you live now? Take me there." Wang Xiaohei said.
"Master and I are staying at Aqiang (Captain Awei's) house now. Come on, let's go back quickly. Master will definitely be very happy to know that Boss Hei is back."
Wencai smiled and walked towards Aqiang's house.
At the same time, he was also very happy because Wang Xiaohei was back, so he would definitely be able to have a big dinner in the evening.
Wang Xiaohei hasn't been at home for a few months, and I really miss him. Although cooking is a bit tiring, my meatballs are full.
"Are you at Aqiang's house?"
Wang Xiaohei also remembered the road to Aqiang's house, and immediately, clouds and mist rose beneath his feet.
"Eh? What's wrong? Why is there so much white mist?" Wencai said in surprise.
After a while, the clouds and mist lifted into the sky.
"Ouch, I'm flying, am I flying? I'm falling, I'm about to fall..."
Wencai immediately lay down on the cloud with a look of horror on his face, fearing that he would fall.
"Shut up, this is my technique, the technique of soaring into the clouds and riding on the mist."
Wang Xiaohei scolded and walked towards Aqiang's house.
The clouds and mist were lingering, and some young men who had not yet fallen asleep were surprised when they saw this scene, and then paid no attention to it. After all, it was not a strange thing for white mist to rise.
…
If you ride a bicycle, you can get there in ten minutes from Yizhuang to Aqiang's house in Wangjiacun.
However, Wang Xiaohei flew through the clouds and mist, and arrived at Wangjiacun within a minute.
Instead of landing outside the village, he took Wencai directly to the courtyard.
At this moment, Aqiang was fetching water in the yard and was a little surprised when he saw the clouds and mist falling.
"What a monster, why don't you act quickly!"
But he saw Aqiang take out a mahogany sword from his waist behind his back, swing it around a few times, and scold loudly.
"Forget it, it's just white mist. Let's get water first, otherwise we will be scolded by Master again."
"This damn Ade sneaked out by himself and made me work hard here."
Aqiang first took care of the sudden appearance of clouds and mist, and now he doesn't want to pay attention to it anymore.
"Boss Hei, next time you take me flying, tell me in advance so that I can be mentally prepared."
The clouds and fog gradually disappeared, and the figure of the literary talent was revealed.
"Huh? Is there really an evildoer? Hey! The evildoer shall die." Aqiang seemed to be very confident in his three-legged cat skills. He raised his mahogany sword and strode forward, and struck the figure on the head with one sword.
"Ouch! Who, who is it? It hurts me to death." Wencai was hit hard on the forehead, and he covered his head and shouted.
"Huh? Wencai, why is it you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, when did you come back? I thought you were a monster."
Aqiang also saw clearly at this time that the person whose head he chopped off was actually a literary talent.
Fortunately, the sword in his hand was a mahogany sword. If it had been a real sword, I might not have cut Wen Cai's head in half with one blow.
"What are you doing? It hurts me so much that it's bleeding... Ouch!!!" Wencai covered his head and found that his hands were wet. When he looked, he found that his hands were covered with blood.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Uncle Jiu ran out of the house quickly with a mahogany sword in his hand.
"Master, help me, Aqiang hit me on the head with his sword, there's so much blood." Wencai shouted when he saw Uncle Jiu coming out.
However, Uncle Jiu froze on the spot and did not move.
Because he saw Wang Xiaohei beside him.
"Xiao Hei, are you back?" Uncle Jiu looked extremely excited.
"Yes, I'm back." Wang Xiaohei smiled and nodded.
"Master, Master, my head hurts so much and I'm bleeding." Wencai took a few steps forward and kept mumbling.
"Why don't you howl? You won't die. Ah Qiang, help Wencai go in and bandage his wounds." Uncle Jiu ordered.
"Okay, Master." Aqiang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly helped Wencai go in.
He thought Uncle Jiu was going to beat him up, but he didn't expect him to let him go so easily.
"Oh, it's Boss Hei who's back." Aqiang shouted belatedly at this time.
"Come in quickly, where have you been these past few months?"
"I also read the information in the paper crane you left earlier. Is it true?" Uncle Jiu welcomed Wang Xiaohei in and asked.
Before entering the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, Wang Xiaohei left behind a paper crane.
Zhihe left a piece of information, which roughly means that he broke through to the Demon King and realized a new innate magical power, which allowed him to vaguely sense another world.
He was going to explore that world and asked Uncle Jiu not to worry about anything like that.
By the time the paper crane flew into Uncle Jiu's hand, it was already a month later.
After reading the news, Uncle Jiu's first reaction was that he didn't believe it.
However, I had to believe that in the end, I hid this matter in my heart, and at the same time, I did not forget to look for traces of Wang Xiaohei.
"It's true." Wang Xiaohei nodded.
Just as Uncle Jiu was about to speak, he suddenly noticed Aqiang and Wencai quietly listening to their conversation.
"Come into the room and talk." Uncle Jiu walked into the room. Wang Xiaohei followed in without saying anything.
Then, Uncle Jiu took out another insulation note and enveloped the room. In this way, even if Wencai and Aqiang were eavesdropping on the door, they could not hear any words inside.
"Is there really a world? Are you back from that world now? What kind of world is that?" Uncle Jiu asked the doubts in his heart.
To be honest, if there really is a new world, then monks like them will have new hope.
"It was a world of gods and ghosts. There were monsters, ghosts, and demons. The dynasty ruled the world and suppressed evil spirits and the spiritual world."
"I have been in it for five months, and my cultivation has reached the late stage of Demon King." Wang Xiaohei said.
"Is it a world of cultivation? An ancient dynasty? The late stage of the Demon King?" Uncle Jiu suddenly became a little excited.
"What is the strongest realm of cultivation in that world?" Uncle Jiu asked again.
"What I know is the realm of the Demon Emperor, and there are many strong people who refine the void and combine the Tao. There is a higher realm, but I haven't discovered it yet." Wang Xiaohei answered.
Uncle Jiu was a little excited. He didn't think Wang Xiaohei would lie to him. So, in other words, what Wang Xiaohei said was true.
