Du Ziyuan was curious whether the woman really had this nature or pretended for another purpose.


    He quietly gave Songzi a look, frowned and relaxed, which meant "Xiao San, what do you think", and Songzi immediately winked at him, "labor and capital are not you, who knows what your eyes mean", but this was understood by Du Ziyuan as "I have no idea, ask yourself".


    So, after some "communication", Du Ziyuan chose to ask the woman directly.


    If she didn''t pretend, she would answer directly. If she pretended, she either tore her face or continued to pretend. In any case, there can be harvest.


    Du Ziyuan wouldn''t call her elder. He knows a lot of immortals. He doesn''t have any awe like Tang Junhao. He said directly to the woman, "thank you for your generosity. I''m sorry to break into your cave without authorization. I just heard that you left here a long time ago. I didn''t expect to meet you here."


    The woman looked at him and said, "this is just a temporary rest point I made at will. There''s nothing I can''t come. I just want to leave soon, so I''ll come back and have a look."


    "Leave? Finally?" although the muddy sky star is big, with this woman''s cultivation, it''s only a day to detour for a week. What''s the reason for her to say the word "last"?


    Du Ziyuan suddenly thought of a possibility and blurted out, "are you going to fly?"


    As soon as the words came out, Songzi and Tang Junhao looked at her in shock. It was hard to believe that they had seen an immortal who was about to rise.


    The woman just nodded when she heard the speech: "yes."


    "No wonder..." Du Ziyuan immediately took back his magic mirror. No matter how powerful he was, he was just a mortal. The magic power could not work on the immortal.


    Songzi stared at the woman and said, "I''ve never asked the immortal to wash my clothes. Sister, I''m under a lot of pressure when you do this."


    The woman did not express any aversion to being called sister, but said softly, "it''s just a small matter."


    Seeing the opportunity Songzi immediately said, "sister, you are so kind. Can I hug you and touch some Fairy Spirit?" then he opened his hands and walked towards the woman.


    Although the woman was a little surprised, she didn''t refuse, and let Songzi squeeze the rich capital with her not small chest.


    [shit! Newton''s third law!] Du Ziyuan was shocked by the "spectacular" scene in front of him. Then he saw a dirty smile on Songzi''s face. This is the advantage of women. Although there is little chirp, it is much more convenient to eat tofu than men.


    Du Ziyuan stared at her. About feeling the hot sight, pine nut said to him with lips: if you envy, envy and hate, you can cut off little haw.


    This time Du Ziyuan didn''t make a mistake. He fully understood the meaning of pine nut and replied with the same lip language: get out!


    To eat tofu, he can become a woman at any time. He can be fat and thin. He can even become a beauty beyond common sense like his mother. But he won''t. when you give up haw and choose milk alone, some things can''t go back.


    After learning that the woman was about to rise, Du Ziyuan said casually, "I don''t know whether you plan to go to heaven or be a loose fairy?"


    The woman looked at him in surprise: "what is Sanxian...?"


    "Don''t you know?" it''s Du Ziyuan''s turn to be surprised. "After the earth immortals condense their own stars, they fly to the fairy world. Those who are willing to accept the heaven''s canonization are heaven immortals, and those who are unable or unwilling to be canonized are Sanxian. Generally, if Sanxian can make a certain contribution to the heaven, they can also be given the immortal position to become heaven immortals."


    "You know so much," said the woman. "I didn''t know there were these things after flying."


    Du Ziyuan scratched his forehead: "I just know some fur. These things may not be told to you until you fly up."


    He was sure that if the woman hadn''t lied to him, she must be a casual repairman. She went to Wonderland alone and didn''t communicate with others.


    Formal religious sects have traditional inheritance, and this basic information will not be unknown.


    Songzi had loosened the woman. She said to Du Ziyuan, "how do you know such things?"


    "Yes, yes," Tang Junhao nodded, "is it really the same as the rumor that you have an immortal as a master, boss?"


    "Master?" Du Ziyuan immediately thought of sun Tianyun, who tossed himself to death. "Well, if you have to say, you can be regarded as a master. Didn''t I tell you? My mother is an immortal."


    "Shit! When did you say that!" Songzi exclaimed, "did you lose your memory due to seafood poisoning? This kind of event will be forgotten? Will you even lose your function in that aspect in the future?"


    "Fuck off! I''m not poisoned!" this guy''s tongue is poisonous when he disagrees. Du Ziyuan can''t help her.


    The woman always looked at the communication between them quietly and didn''t mind at all. I didn''t want to ask Du Ziyuan more about heaven.


    But she didn''t ask, but Du Ziyuan took the initiative to mention: "by the way, we still don''t know your name? My name is Du Ziyuan. If you plan to go to heaven in the future, I can introduce some friends to you."


    Up to now, he felt that the possibility of this woman pretending to be a good person was very low. A man with such a good temper naturally doesn''t mind helping, which can be regarded as a reward for her gift of beads.


    "Name? I didn''t have this thing before, but then someone gave me a name. I don''t know if it''s a real name. No one has called it in recent years. If you don''t mind, you can call me ''Fuwu''."


    "That''s a nice name," said Matsushi. Tang Junhao also agreed and nodded.


    Only Du Ziyuan frowned slightly: [the name sounds familiar. I feel where I''ve heard it.]


    He thought about it carefully. Since he entered the imperial realm, the power of the divine soul has greatly increased, and his memory is ten times stronger than before. If he thinks a word is familiar, it is very likely that he has really touched it.


    He traced back along the memory... Suddenly, a dusty memory was opened.


    It was more than ten years ago. He was still a lovely little Zhengtai. Uncles and aunts often regarded him as a girl in the village.


    When he was young, his favorite thing was to pester his adoptive parents to tell him some stories about immortals and ghosts in the novel.


    Once, he found a huge white clam shell in Yang Chong''s house next door.


    Little Du immediately thought of a story he had just heard