"It's strange, the boss has always been punctual. Although I didn't tell him the deadline for returning to the mountain this time, it stands to reason that he should be here by now." On Nangong Mountain, Wu Shuang, who had not been down the mountain for many days, looked down the mountain and saw people among the Qianren Peak. The sea of clouds, like a tapestry woven by heaven and man, was torn apart by the autumn wind like a sword. It no longer had the fairy-like air of the past, shrouded in smoke and clouds, and for a moment I felt a little sad.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be a good thing if there is no second apprentice on this mountain. There are many weird meals missing from the stove, and you can calm down during practice. It is really not bad; if the little apprentice has not officially started If he didn't come, he would be able to avoid countless murmurs in his ears, and Wu Shuang also felt quite comfortable. However, Wu Shuang was very upset because his founding disciple was not there.
In this kind of weather, if Liu Qing saw his master watching the clouds on the cliff, he would probably take a piece of thick clothes from the house, put it on Wu Shuang, and then twist a formation to gather the chaotic clouds from the mountains. Then he took a pot of charcoal fire and placed it next to Wu Shuang's feet, simmered a plate of rabbit head, boiled a pot of wine, and quietly waited for his master to watch the clouds.
But now Liu Qing is not in the mountain, and the second son is a tough guy who doesn't know what to see, and he doesn't know what kind of poison he is studying next to the stove at the moment; let alone rabbit head soju, even a thick cotton robe, Wu Shuang has to do it himself Go to the main hall to get it. Liu Qing's situation before going down the mountain and after going down the mountain were completely different.
"You took the opportunity to travel around Yizhang with your junior brother, but you forgot about being a teacher. Now you can't even watch the clouds. Looking at these scattered clouds is really adding to your troubles." Wu Shuang on the edge of the cliff. He muttered angrily to himself, threw up the green frost from his waist, and let out a long sigh.
Therefore, the green frost that had not been unsheathed for many days, like a child who had been imprisoned in the house for too long, suddenly sprang up above the sea of clouds, circling back and forth. The green light and silver traces almost pulled out some mist in the sea of clouds below.
The whistling sound is worse than the cool autumn wind from the north.
Wu Shuang also looked at the cheerful Qing Shuang and smiled, her face slowly clearing up. I have to mention that I was able to save a life in the middle of the cliff, thanks to the action of the black-robed Poison Lord that day. Although I don’t know how crazy my old enemy was, I have to say that if it were the man holding the halberd, If there is no one to stop him, his life is really in danger.
The poison of the Alluring Cicada is regarded as a miracle by practitioners from all walks of life, and its reputation has been notorious for more than ten years. How could it be fabricated by someone with ulterior motives, but it does have its domineering qualities. Fortunately, when Wu Shuang was mentally weak that day, Nanli Poison Master stuffed a clear yellow pill into his mouth. I was afraid that even if he was lucky enough to survive at that time, he would become half a cripple later.
The halberd bearer dressed as a general was taking a path that exhausted his body and flesh. Even with Wu Shuang's ability and means at his peak, it probably took some effort, not to mention that at that time, the poison penetrated the whole body and the inner energy was almost exhausted. When the oil is exhausted and the lamp dries up, there will be another enemy.
Even if Liu Qing led the mountain-protecting formation to fight in the end, he might not be able to win without the help of the black-robed Poison Master. Fortunately, the latter was so powerful that he was able to break through the second heavenly barrier and forcefully knock the man out a hundred feet. Both were missing.
The battle in the clouds at Nangong Mountain really made Wu Shuang go around the gate of hell three times.
After this battle, Wu Shuang's meridians were almost half useless, and after being warmed for many days, he could barely activate Qing Shuang, who had been carrying him by his side for many years. As for Wu Gou, who was the main killer, he was still powerful when urging him to do so. No arrest.
Thinking of this, Wu Shuang smiled, and with a thought, Qing Shuang rushed straight towards the main hall like a bird returning to its cage, and when it flew away, it was even faster than before.
Since he suffered from the euphorbia piercing his body and the cicada poison added to his body, how could a stingy person like Wu Shuang not seek some benefits? When fighting with the black-robed Poison Master, the other party did not even try to conceal his extreme spirit and magnanimity. While scolding, it seemed as if he was deliberately leading Wu Shuang to break through the opening. Got some enlightenment.
When the window paper was damaged, it was two minutes closer. It seemed that if you were even closer, you could see the three thousand realms outside the building.
There was a powerful Taoist in ancient times. This practice is like waking up from a big dream every morning. This first step of moving Qi and breaking into the realm of gathering energy is like opening your eyes in the morning, but your body is still the same. He was tired and unwilling to get up; when he entered empty thoughts again, he resisted his sleepiness and sat up, and then as his state improved, he walked step by step to the window lattice and glanced at the vast world outside.
The Tao is boundless, but if you really break through this layer of window paper, all the mysteries can be integrated into your heart.
Practice and practice, and you will find a way to travel, and Penglai can be seen in the distance.
Therefore, at this moment, although Wu Shuang could not see the beautiful sea of clouds, and there was no drink beside him, he was still in a good mood.
Qingshuang brought him a cotton robe and a gourd of wine, so Wu Dajianxian, who had escaped from death, put on his cotton robe and picked up the wine gourd. He sat down on the edge of the cliff regardless of the strong autumn wind. Go up, hang your legs outside the cliff, drink wine, and wield a sword.
"We have drinks, and the sword is very handy, but it's a pity that Yunhai is a bit poor." The middle-aged man, who had a much thinner face, wiped the soju from the corner of his mouth with regret, put his cold hands in his sleeves, and was stunned for a moment.
There is a talisman in the sleeve.
Wu Shuang took out the talisman and looked at it carefully before bursting into laughter.
It turned out that Liu Qing had made a talisman that could control the sea of clouds in Nangong Mountain long before going down the mountain. Perhaps she was worried that her master would be uninterested while he was recuperating, so he folded it properly in advance and stashed it under the sleeves of his cotton robe. middle.
The sea of clouds rises and rolls up, just like a tower emerging from the mist and rain, with billowing clouds pouring down.
The flowing clouds are mighty.
Wu Shuang suddenly remembered that in a small town, when he was a teahouse owner, there was a boy who was dizzy all day long. He escaped to the teahouse because he didn't do his homework and wanted to write and write at his desk.
The word is written like a long dragon wrapped around it, dancing gracefully against the flowing clouds.
The man laughed, "If you have wine, a sword, and damn Youyun Xiaosi, life will be happy."
Wu Gou, who was still hanging on his waist, moved and seemed to agree with it, so Wu Shuang's laughter became more heroic.
However, this frightened the fat man who was busy at the stove. He thought that the remaining poison in his master's body had relapsed and poured it into his brain. He didn't care about a home-cooked dish that was easily steamed on the stove and quickly used a magic trick to make it go away. When I rushed to the edge of the cliff, I was slightly relieved when I saw flying swords hovering in the sky.
"Master is alone watching the clouds, while the disciple is busy cooking at the stove. He has neglected his duty. Please don't blame me, Master."
Wu Shuang sniffed her nose, her eyes filled with joy, "What kind of dish are you cooking today? The aroma is much better than the rags you tinkered with a few days ago."
The fat man chuckled, "It's just an ordinary steamed autumn fish, not surprising."
Wu Shuangang wanted to praise the second disciple, but saw the latter's expression slightly change.
"Master, my steamed fish is still on the stove. I came in a hurry and didn't put out the firewood."
So an old man and a young man rushed towards the kitchen with flying swords, like shooting stars chasing the moon.
The sky is big and the earth is big, and the fish in autumn are the biggest.
