The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, but no matter how the old man on the hill waved his hand, the boy-like master still played out the talisman to test. The scholar on the top of the mountain remained unmoved, sitting cross-legged on the Ruiyun Mountains of Nangong Mountain, looking straight at him. East.
"Elder brother is so elegant." A young man walked out from the building, carrying a big gun, climbed up the long steps, and sat down beside the cliff. He smiled at Liu Qing beside him and yawned, "But It’s a bit chilly out here, so you’d better put on more clothes to avoid freezing yourself.”
The scholar couldn't help but smile, but his eyes were still staring at the gloomy night in the east, which was not yet fishy. "Before going up the mountain, I once saw an old beggar on the street. The autumn wind was rustling. He was only wearing a single suit. Everyone was passing by. He turned a blind eye and no one gave him a bowl of hot soup. The old man once told others that if you don’t need clothes, you can just wait until the golden sun rises in the east, and you will be covered with a golden robe, and a beggar can become a saint."
"After all, that man never became a saint. Instead, when the heavy snow fell in early winter, he froze to death under the wall where he usually stayed." The scholar's eyes were as pale as an autumn pond, and he still looked straight to the east and said with a smile, "I have no intention of becoming a saint. Chengzu, it was just a whim, I wanted to see the distant golden light that the old beggar never saw before he died."
Zhao Ziyang seemed to understand. He put the gun on his shoulder, put his legs together, and looked to the east like Liu Qing. After a long time, he said with a joking smile, "It's strange to say that there is not even a drop of rain in the air." , but there was continuous rolling thunder just now. The old saying is true, the thunder is heavy and the raindrops are light, which makes it boring."
Hearing this, the corner of the scholar's mouth raised more and more, "The rain is about to come, thunder flashes to clear the way, you can't say that."
It is indeed a pleasure for a young boy who has just glimpsed the Second Realm to say that one of the five most powerful methods in the world is just a mere show of force. How can one not laugh?
The scholar endured it again and again, but still laughed.
So Zhao Ziyang looked at the scholar who looked elegant and upright, laughed wildly, and even leaned forward and backward with joy, even the long sleeves of his white clothes were fluttering.
On the hill outside the mountain, the boy's face was ashen.
The eyesight of people in the Five Realms is naturally very good. Even if they are separated by a thin sea of clouds, they can still see the scholar's face clearly through the lights on the mountain. How can they not clearly see the scholar's smile at this moment? The Dao Talisman was thrown towards the top of the mountain.
Shantaorong didn't take it seriously and didn't even bother to persuade the boy with a pale and red face beside him. He just said calmly, "If you don't show some special skills, just relying on those few ghost painting talismans, by the time it approaches the top of the mountain, its power will have already been exhausted." There are not many left, not to mention that except for Kuimen knocking the mountain crossbow, which sect can not be guarded by the mountain guard formation? The descendant of Wu is famous for his money-making skills, and he often goes to Feilai Peak where the Taoist leader lives in seclusion. , really think that he has no financial resources to use."
The boy's anger was still not gone. Hearing this, he stamped his feet and said angrily: "Old Shan, why don't you and I join forces to go up the mountain now and smash all those mountain-knocking crossbows to protect the mountain formation? Isn't it possible to just raise your hand? Why bother?" Do you have to wait until the sky is bright?”
The old man was cold, looked at the boy beside him, and said disdainfully, "I have advised you in the early years that there are hundreds of ways to have magical power, and you have to cultivate that magical power for nothing. Now that you have succeeded in cultivating it, you have actually transformed your mind into a child." Virtue.”
"Do you really think that Nangong Mountain is a rotten persimmon in late autumn that anyone can pinch?" Shan Taorong clasped his old fingers and said, "Li Baoyu, the leader of the Taoist gate, is one of them, and Yizhang The Holy One is one, and the old monk from Zhongtai Temple is included. Isn't this enough? He had crossed paths with these three people only ten years ago. It was a good ten years. With that kid's ability, how could he be willing to remain unknown? , Never make friends with masters.”
There are still two sentences that Shantaorong didn't say clearly, but even if the boy was in a bad mood at the moment, he could still get a clear idea.
How can someone dare to compete with the five great masters in the world based on his cultivation in the four realms? How can he be an ordinary person? Now he is about to break through the eight extremes, and he has vaguely wanted to rise up in the five realms again. Shan Taorong has not made a move in ten years. This time I came to take action, naturally I wanted to remove all the hidden tricks in Nangong Mountain.
To cut down the grass, you need to remove the deep roots.
If you don't have such a banquet and force out all the hidden hands in Nangong Mountain, how can you clean it up cleanly?
When the boy figured out the taste, he couldn't help but steal a glance at the old man. The back of his neck was feeling cold, so he moved his feet to the side without leaving any trace, and sat down farther away from the old man, hugging his knees and sitting tightly.
He really looks like a young child who doesn't have much experience in the city.
The alchemy room on the mountain was bustling at this time. Yun Zhong poured hundreds of pieces of rusty swords that were broken into pieces into the alchemy cauldron. The smoke and dust rose up and choked his throat. Qian Yin felt chilly and thought that this boy usually Li looked at Wen Tun calmly, wondering why he was so violent when refining the alchemy, but he couldn't stop it directly, so he could only persuade him slowly, "What, after all, it is a medicine guide, junior brother, why don't you wait a little longer?"
Yun Zhong scratched his head, wondering: "Junior brother, I don't know how to be slow. Otherwise, it would be easier to throw them all in together."
Qian Yin was so frightened that he shook his head repeatedly, "Don't do this, don't do this, it's better to follow the order of the five elements. Since the sword blade belongs to gold, it's better to put metal and earth first, and water, fire and wood follow each other in order. In short, Come, put the rusty sword and the soil of your hometown in front, the strong liquor of the stream and the heroic order book behind, and put them into the alchemy cauldron one by one, and the empty elixir can become an elixir on its own."
"Okay, it's all based on what the second senior brother said." The young man didn't waste any time. He picked up all the objects on the table and poured the bag of loose soil caught near the town along the cauldron wall, and then poured it with his big hand. Lifting it up and pouring it into a ladle full of stream water was very refreshing, but when it came to the Shuoshu wine, my brows wrinkled slightly.
"There is no need to think about it. Since the first few items are so refreshing, just throw the wine in too." The fire under the cauldron became more and more fierce. Although Qian Yin was in the third realm, Liu Qing was out alone at this moment, unable to support himself, and his inner energy was like The flowing water of the river had already been swallowed up by the cauldron fire in a short time. At this moment, he reluctantly said, "But according to your destiny, it is better to put less fire attributes. If you really pour too much, after the virtual elixir is refined, It might turn your entire personality around, and the choice between advancement and retreat depends on you."
Yun Zhong nodded, but for some reason the palm of his hand holding the porcelain bottle trembled slightly, and the wine spilled down. When he looked again, the palm-length porcelain bottle was empty.
"Senior brother, it seems like you poured a little too much wine?"
Qian Yin was speechless.
The young man almost put his hand into the alchemy cauldron, but the flames were scalding. After all, it was difficult to go deep. He looked at his second senior brother eagerly and said with a sad face, "Can you scoop it out?"
Qian Yin, who had a dark complexion and was sweating profusely, said helplessly, "No." Seeing the young man about to cry, Qian Yin could only sigh, "Fortunately, there isn't much wine here, that's all, I'll go ahead and vote." It's hard to say whether it's a good or bad thing to make your kid a little angry, but just say hello."
The young man felt a little relieved now, and happily threw in the roll of heroic order, smiling happily.
