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Song Shanghang has more preparations in mind today because of the incident of ‘no encounter with Su Shi’s sixteens’ yesterday.

It was his expectation that he did not meet Yukoko today.

If you can meet Yukoko... that is an unexpected surprise!

"Little brother, where are you going?" After the train, the taxi master asked.

Song Shuhang: "Please go in the direction of the station."

“Well.” The taxi master smiled and said: “This distance is just right, can catch up with the shift.”

Song Shuhang politely smiled back and then fell into meditation.

anyway……

He would have misrepresented Yukoko.

[What is the ghost of the bookstore owner who mistakenly believes that Yukozi is? 】 Song Shuhang pinched his chin and thought about it.

He carefully recalled the scene of the misunderstanding of the boss today.

When you see that back... you can't be wrong, it's the back of ‘羽柔子’.

This is confident that Song Shuhang still has it.

The body, hair style and walking posture of Yukoko girl are unique. Because of the practice of Lingdie Island, her footsteps are light, and stepping out is a few steps of ordinary people... It can be done not only because of her long legs!

However, when the back turned to the side face, it turned into a gentle look of the bookstore owner.

The development of this **** is really beyond the expectations of the book.

[Or, the character of Yukoko, who did not exist from the beginning, is the character I fantasized. I am adolescent, every time after renting a book, I look at the Jiangnan women’s style boss, and then add the constructed characters in my mind. 】 There is such an idea, passed to Song Shuhang’s mind.

Then, like the ‘advertising fatigue bombing’, it is played repeatedly.

Brainwashing cycle!

Song Shuhang’s mouth rose and his mood was pleasant.

Obviously, this idea is not his own idea, but the idea that the virtual world is forced to send.

"Oh, that is to say, in addition to fatigue bombing, is this guy no other means?"

Song Shuhang’s mouth rose.

His thoughts were madly played in his mind, and his mood became more and more pleasant.

How do you describe this feeling?

Well, about the time it was, when I saw the green onion ‘onion form,’ rushed up and waved a weak fist, attacking his calf.

The peasant attacked hard, and the fists waved a phantom, and from time to time they picked up and kicked his knees.

However, this still does not change the fact that her attack power is extremely poor and has no effect.

Now this ‘virtual world’ is like a lynx, and its fatigue attack is the fist of the slut, which seems to be fast and embarrassing, but the actual effect is really poor and has no effect.

Even the more it is so, the more pleasant Song Shuhang’s heart is.

This kind of experience of seeing the opponent gnashing his teeth and squeezing his teeth, but he can't help himself, is also an experience of ‘life’.

When the taxi driver looked at the taxi mirror on the right side, he suddenly saw Song Shuhang’s strange ‘happy’ smile, and the scalp was numb.

Originally, he was still thinking about it. He still had a little time to take the handover, would you like to take this teenager around? But after seeing this ‘happy’ smile, he immediately killed his thoughts in the abdomen.

He delivered Song Shuhang to the station at the fastest speed. After receiving the money, he left in a hurry.

Song Shuhang looked awkward.

"When did I offend the taxi master? Look at him like he is hiding from me like a disaster?" he wondered.

Although he is now just an ordinary flesh, his experience in life is still there. Through the expression on the taxi master's face, he can easily guess his mind.

I haven't done anything from start to finish? Even I did not fade a few words with him.

Song Shuhang grabbed his head and turned to go to the station.

Not in a hurry, Song Shuhang went to get the ticket first, and went to eat something to fill his stomach.

"The body of ordinary people is really troublesome." Song Shuhang secretly.

After the monks arrived at the four products, the food intake was not very important... the meal was just for enjoyment, and the ‘big meal’ that enjoyed and enhanced the skill was the pursuit of the monk.

And because the stomach is hungry and has to eat, it is more troublesome.

[Coach... Sure enough, I still want to cultivate. 】 Song Shuhang looked up at the sky.

By the way, there is no coach for his life.

Instead, I received several disciples.

Well, take a step back. The predecessors of the entire 'Jiuzhou No.1 Group' are considered to be teachers and friends.

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The train travels to a small town site in Nanhua Lake City.

After coming down from the town, there is still some distance to Linyao Village.

Song Shuhang touched his wallet and looked up at the sky.

"Go to Lin Yao Village to see Xianjun Temple first, then... If there is no result, I have to live near Linyao Village tonight." He yawned and his body was slightly tired.

"This is a bit untenable? Sure enough, lack of exercise." Song Shuhang went to the station, then hit a car and went directly to Xianjun Temple.

"Hey? Little brother, are you also going to the Xianjun Temple to worship?" After hearing the destination of Song Shuhang, the driver immediately became enthusiastic.

"Well, because there are a lot of troubles recently, I heard that Xianjun Temple is very effective, then I want to come over and ask for something." Song Shuhang smiled back.

"You can find the right place. The Xianjun Temple in Linyao Village is small, but it can be tested. Whether it is asking for a daughter, whether it is to pursue a successful school or to seek an object, there is a great chance of getting The blessing of Xianjun.” Uncle driver laughed.

Song Shuhang’s polite smile nodded.

"Speaking, people are really strange now. When I was young, everyone went to Xianjun Temple to ask for a son. Everyone would like to have their own daughter-in-law to bring them out. But in the past few years, come to the temple to ask for children. Most of them are asking for a daughter. I can’t wait for each other to have a beautiful daughter. I don’t understand the young people’s way of thinking.” The driver’s uncle said.

Song Shuhang haha ​​smiled: "Maybe because the daughter is more or love? Or, because there are too many sons asked in previous years, so now ask some daughters to balance?"

"The little brother summed up the singularity." The driver's uncle gave a thumbs up.

Song Shuhang leaned against the window and couldn’t help but think of Li Yinzhu...

Then he suddenly felt that his heart was really old.

After mentioning the topic of my daughter, I really want to think about my daughter.

"Little brother, what do you want to go to Xianjun Temple?" asked the driver uncle.

"Well, in fact, there is nothing to be desired, that is, all kinds of things have not been smooth recently, so I want to seek peace and peace of mind." Song Shuhang replied.

The driver’s uncle nodded. “The younger brother’s mentality is very good. I have recently received a few young students like you to go to Xianjun Temple. They are all successful in school. In fact, I will tell the truth... reading Most of these things still depend on oneself. Even if you are blessing you, Xianjun can only play about 10% of the effect. If you don't work hard, what can you do with the blessing of Xianjun?"

Song Shuhang nodded silently, and his smile was sincere.

[Young like you], he likes it, he appreciates it.

It seems that it has been a long time, no one praised him for being young.

"Right, Master. What is the fairy in the Xianjun Temple?" Song Shuhang asked.

"How do you describe this? It's hard to say. But the statue of Xianjun is like a real fairy!" the master praised.

Song Shuhang smiled and nodded.

Immortal statues... This time, perhaps no longer empty-handed.

The white predecessor, for sure, is always the most special one.

The opportunity to break this time seems to be the white predecessor.

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Lin Yao Village, near Xianjun Temple.

The driver stopped the car and said: "The car on the edge of the Xianjun Temple can only stop here. Then you need the little brother to walk on your own. Did you see the light? Is there the Xianjun Temple? ”

Song Shuhang looked at the distance, and the temple where the white predecessors were in memory was a place.

"Thank you for the master." Song Shuhang paid the fare and got off the bus.

He began to fly quickly to Xianjun Temple.

The closer he is to the temple, the more he feels in his heart.

That's right, it's this temple.

Even the appearance is the same as in his memory, the layout is good, the specifications are good, and nothing has changed.

It is a little more lively than in memory.

The square in front of the temple is brightly lit.

There are quite a few people who come to make a wish to come in and out.

"Advanced to see and say." Song Shuhang strives to maintain calm, strong pressure on his inner joy.

After all... The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Therefore, he must be calm before he can see the image of Xianjun.

Song Shuhang stepped closer to the temple station.

Those who come to make a wish, line up the team.

He obeys discipline and enters the ranks in order.

Before entering the door, I bought two incense sticks.

In the fairy temple, the incense is entangled.

There are still a group of volunteers in front, men, women and children, and they are thinking about words.

Song Shuhang quietly looked up and looked at the statue of Xianjun.

The next moment, he finally relaxed a long sigh of relief.

That's right.

It is this image of Xianjun.

It is the statue of the white predecessor before the customs clearance.

Xianjun is like a long-haired dress, hand-printed, and lifelike.

It is a skillful work.

Song Shuhang's heartbeat could not speed up several beats... This time, it was pure excitement.

Finally found!

Then, the white predecessors at this time should still be closed in the statue, right?

If there is no foreign object interference, the white predecessors should officially leave at the end of this month and June 30.

The wishing crowd slowly moved forward.

It is Song Shanghang.

He put his hands together and whispered: "White predecessors, find you."

Next, what should he do?

The white predecessors who are in retreat can't hear the outside world. Even if he removed his statue, he could not interrupt his retreat.

How to summon the white predecessors is a big problem.

Is it necessary to wait until the end of the month, the white predecessors broke through?

Song Shuhang looked up at the statue again.

After a moment, he frowned slightly.

At the beginning, when he first saw the statue of the white predecessor, he saw the statue, and the original figure of the white predecessor appeared in front of him, such as the stars, white clothes like snow, and handsome as a fairy.

This time, there is no such feeling.

This statue... wouldn't it really be a statue?

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