When the fat Taoist entered Nangong Mountain, the Wu Gou that had been hanging over the mountain for a long time suddenly poured out a sword energy like a waterfall, covering the sky and the sun, frightening Yan Jiaqing who was still busy in the mountain. When another master whose level was no less than that of the Five Ultimate Masters broke through the door, he was very embarrassed, carrying the tailed civet cat on his back, and clutching six or seven green birds, and was about to run away.
I think it was difficult for Huang Long to do anything against the Shan Taorong when he was still at his side, let alone Yan Jiaqing, who now has all the energy in his body placed in one place and can't even form a second realm, how much he can resist. In my mind, Yan Jiaqing, who came all the way from Yantang Prefecture, knows very well how to survive in the rivers and lakes. Although he left his job as a fisherman to become a teacher, he definitely has no pedantic ideas. He hurried on and saw that the master who was born into a dead family still started a clan and established a sect with wives and concubines even after he was so close. The best decision for a master with poor eyesight could only be traced in the storybook of the storyteller, and there was no trace of it at all. Not caring about other Nangong Mountain families, he picked up the living things in the mountain and planned to run down the goat intestine trail. However, his mind turned slightly and took a look at the Taoist standing in the sea of clouds. He frowned for a long time and stopped.
It's quite strange to say that since Huang Sheng left the body, Yan Jiaqing only has some internal energy accumulated in his youth, but his eyesight has never been bad. If he were to be replaced by an ordinary practitioner of this level, I'm afraid it would be He can't even tell the depth, and can only guess based on the momentum. Yan Jiaqing is different. Just a quick glance at Wu Gou's sword energy poured out with great momentum. If it can destroy the city???????????????? Mountain, the sea of clouds around Nangong Mountain were rushed back, but this sword energy was not necessarily as strong as Wu Shuang's full strength. It only floated in the three realms, but the fat Taoist priest with a slightly familiar face did not hide. Without dodging, the sword energy washed away the Taoist robe, and he was unscathed.
"Mr. Yan, you are here well. How dare you ask where my master is going?"
The Taoist priest landed instantly, smiled and bowed slowly to Yan Jiaqing, who had not had time to escape. Not far away, Wu Gou's flying sword returned to its position, calmly hanging on the top of the mountain, overlooking the outside of the mountain.
Yan Jiaqing let go of the green bird, and carried the civet cat, which was also very curious, to the fat Taoist. He stretched his neck and lowered his head to look back and forth for a while, then he was relieved and said with a smile, "If you don't come back to the mountain, Wu Shuang's sword You may not be able to recognize them, but since your realm has skyrocketed, it is a good thing no matter how you say it." After saying this, he poked the fat Taoist's belly with two fingers suspiciously and said, "You have risen to the third realm. You Qian Yin was considered lazy back then. His temperament must have suffered a lot, but it is really strange that he is still so rich."
Qian Yin grinned happily, rubbed his belly and said with a smile, "Mr. Yan doesn't know something. If he didn't have such strong skin and flesh, he might not be able to hold on. I'm afraid those old cow noses would have to endure the hardships." Only two or three Qian Yins must die to be satisfied."
Being in the Shouqiu Guan, I have never suffered any terrible torture, except for a few things that made Qian Yin, who was always free-spirited by nature, a little bit unbearable and complaining. First of all, the two old Taoists, the tall and the short, had to make Qian Yin study hard in the Guan. In the classic books, if there is a misremembering of a word or a detail, it will definitely mean that the magic power will be given to Qian Yin to burn the incense. Not to mention that Qian Yin, the two old masters, cannot guess the realm until now. Even if he twists the magic power casually, It still has a lot of weight when it falls on Qian Yin. Secondly, there are two Taoist boys who are the most reasonable. Whenever Qian Yin has the slightest problem, they have to sit down on futons and talk to each other. If Qian Yin listens humbly, it only takes half a day of physical and mental torture. But if Qian Yin was distracted or careless in the slightest, the Taoist boy would immediately call two old Taoists and hit him with magical power on his head and face. Even if the foundation was not hurt, he would still be left with swollen heads, nose, and bruises.
What made Qian Yin almost suffer from madness was the rule of the Observance of Deficiency that did not allow the sight of meat and fish. He already had a fat body. In the past few years, he spent a lot of time thinking about elixirs for his junior brother, but later he made up for it again. , and even more so during the tea and rice season, Qian Yin almost fainted when he looked at the meager food in front of him.
I stayed in Shouqiu Temple for a long time. Originally, there were birds flying above the clouds both inside and outside the temple. But after Qian Yin stepped into the temple, the number of birds flying in groups became increasingly rare. In the end, there were no birds anymore. When passing through the Shoukou Temple, even if thousands of birds are in formation at the turn of autumn and winter, you still have to avoid the Shoukou Temple. When the two entered the main hall, they first drank tea and talked about their current situation in a leisurely manner. Yan Jiaqing also did not hide anything and sent Wu Shuang to Dao and Qian Yin. However, the time of return to the mountain was already nearly a month later than expected. In the past ten days, Qingque's message was like a mud cow drowning in the sea, but there was no news. If I have to say it, it was probably because he encountered some troublesome things in Buqiu Temple, whose name was rarely known by people. Even the eminent monk of Zhongtai Temple was not in a shallow state. , the water in Buddhism is deep, and no matter the calculation or the power of the will, it is the most difficult to deal with in the world. Wu Shuang is leaving with only Qing Shuang, which is inevitable.
"Sir, have you never gone with Master?" Qian Yinfeng frowned slightly, and when he looked at Yan Jiaqing's shoulder, he had a vague realization.
Yan Jiaqing, who knew that Qian Yin had seen out his true identity, waved his hands and shook his head helplessly, "It's good to get a big opportunity out of thin air, but outside of Yantang Prefecture, I really don't want to work hard on such things, at least in Nangong It's not bad to be an ordinary gentleman at the foot of the mountain. How can I be willing to work hard? What's more, the yellow dragon has a huge appetite, which ordinary people can't feed. It's better to give it to others than to be controlled all day long. Even if I pick up such a state, It’s not that hard to let go.”
"I would also like to ask boldly. When I left, I didn't even know who the master was passing that number on to."
"Your junior brother Yun Zhong, fortunately, this boy has a strong mind, and he has already taught him many ways to restrain Huang Long in advance, so that he can make the best use of them. , In fact, it is difficult to say whether it is a disaster or a blessing." Yan Jiaqing did not hide it, but said it clearly, looking straight at Qian Yin with a furrowed brow, "With that kid's meridians and spiritual talent, others don't know, you, a senior brother, can you still... Are you clear? In fact, it all depends on how they are used to determine whether they are good or evil. Yun Zhong's thoughts are good, and there is always Nangong Mountain to support him. Even if the yellow dragon tail is the source of success, Doubts can stir people's hearts. As usual, you can also rely on the drinking method to firmly suppress your body, mind, and mind, and gain magical powers through cultivation. This can be said to be a hundred benefits without any harm."
Qian Yin thought for a long time and felt rude. He forced a smile with Yan Jiaqing and sighed.
It has been a long time since senior brother Liu Qing left the mountain to go to the realm of life and death in Beiyanze. He also wanted to find a treasure place to escape from the realm. However, when he exchanged letters with his master a long time ago, he learned that his third junior brother Zhao Ziyang also had an unspeakable life experience, and he was probably the same. When there was time to return to the mountain, Wen Yu went to Dayuan. Speaking of these juniors, who worried Qian Yin the most? It was the junior who was originally weak in talent and struggled to find opportunities, and often endured hardships. The other few were more talented. They are all extremely high. Even Wen Yu, who has just started practicing, has broken through the realm much faster than his junior brother. Firstly, he has no natural talent, and secondly, he does not have any very high-level magical skills. Walking around the world relying solely on swordsmanship and the meager sword energy of the Second Realm is not enough. However, his master seemed to be deliberately ignoring his disciples' affairs. Even though Qian Yin understood his intention, he was still worried about whether his junior disciple would be able to behave smoothly. Masters and disciples descended the mountain one after another, like naughty hozens knocking over the copper stove, and the fire dispersed. Among them, the faintest flames probably belonged to the first and second realms of Yunzhong.
"Perhaps what you did, sir, is right. It is said that my junior brother's temperament is most like that of my master, but there is rarely a time to give in. Walking in the world is not easy at all. You have no talent, bad luck, and you always have to do stupid things. , how can it be easy, sir, the method he used to protect himself should be excellent."
"But now the master is probably in trouble. Mr. Yan's current cultivation level is not enough to help, but the disciples cannot stand by and watch." Qian Yin stood up, raised his hand and pointed around the main hall, and several streams of light fell on the palm of his hand. , "If I can make it in time, I can still go back to the mountain before the New Year. I may not be able to gather a table of bird cards, but the meal must be more lively."
The clouds and mist flowed like brilliance, and the fat Taoist figure merged into the snow, earth and rocks, and traveled thousands of miles in an instant. When he descended to Nangong, Yan Jiaqing was so shocked that the civet cat jumped up on his side, and he hurriedly hid behind the screen in the main hall. It took him a long time to dare to stick his head out. , seeing Yan Jia Qing looking towards the distant mountains, he seemed to be in a particularly good mood.
Qian Yin's three realms don't seem to be any ordinary three realms. Nangong Mountain is truly a treasure, and its disciples are like dragons.
Even Yan Jiaqing, who had never wanted to practice cultivation or establish a sect, felt a little itchy in his heart. How grand would it be to be both a teacher and a mountain master?
In the Buqiu Temple, which is thousands of miles away, the sword energy has not rested in recent months. The mountain-protecting formation, which was almost beaten to pieces, has long lost its shape. The entire Buqiu Temple, except for the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion and the main temple, has Outside, the area within a few miles has been leveled by the continuous sword energy. It is already at the end of the crossbow. As long as there is a trace of inner energy available, the two people are sitting cross-legged on the top of the two mountains. The Taoist hanging on his head. It was a dim withered branch. Next to the shoulder of the swordsman in green stood a flying sword that had long since lost its sharpness. In the middle of the Buqiu Temple, the originally majestic golden Buddha pattern and the sound of chanting had been ringing for almost a month. There is no movement at all, and all the Buddha patterns are gone.
In the deep mountains with nothing but flying snow, Wu Shuang had been fighting swordsmanship with the Taoist among the Five Jue for almost a month, and they were evenly matched. The figure of the leader of Buqiu Temple, who was sitting in the Buddhist hall, became thinner. It seems that only the skin and bones are left, the chanting in the mouth has stopped, and the chanting is still silent. Zen Master Fu Kong sitting cross-legged not far away is also almost distracted, hanging his head and sleeping.
But today, a man in green clothes with a yellow jade seal around his waist rowed a boat. He rowed down the river from far away. He waved the divinatory flag and drank rice wine. The boat was drunk and lay down. Finally, it got up from the river, and the two oars came from the river. Shake, I actually swung to the top of a dangerous peak out of thin air. With sleepy eyes, I looked at the Taoist and Qing Yi, and clapped my hands and laughed without concealing it.
