After the youkai, Luo Qiu once again encountered the mysterious power of the ancient East after a short period of time.

Monk.

The old man gave him some wonderful pressure at first. But that pressure quickly faded. It's not because of Youye, but because of the echo of his soul and the altar buried in the club.

It's as if he'd spent some of the Western fantasy depictions of the Lich. The Lich is immortal because the Lich hides his heart in a life box, and as long as the heart is okay, the Lich is immortal.

It seems that this can also be applied to Locho. It's just not the heart, it's the more ethereal soul.

The soul of Locho...... In the altar of the club. It doesn't matter if it's imprisoned, it's okay to say it's protected. Therefore, as long as the altar has been stored for a long time, and Luo Qiu has been stored for a sufficient time, theoretically he can be regarded as immortal.

"Youye, can you deal with this old man?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked.

Yuye said proudly: "It's just an old guy who can't make a climate, and he dares to threaten his master with his spirit, see me clean him up." ”

It's not clear what type of puppet the alchemist who made Yuya in the first place, but it seems that the fact that he can kill the Eastern monk is obviously not as simple as just doing housework to greet guests.

"This old man said that the white jade card is his master's thing, and I want to ask about it. Luo Qiu muttered, "Don't be too heavy-handed. ”

Youye nodded, and once again came out with that kind of chilling sharp eyes, a huge spiritual power that could not be seen and touched, and suddenly exploded.

Luo Qiu's feeling is not obvious, probably because his own ability has not yet reached the level that it should be. But Yang Taizi personally felt the true meaning of the so-called not knowing life and death.

Under the strong mental pressure of Youye, Yang Taizi saw the sea of swords and fires, as if he was under the wailing of all kinds of powerful ghosts. He guarded a little quiet life. The most important thing in the Eastern Cultivation is the soul of life, if the soul is harmed, at least it will go mad, and at worst, it is possible to never be reborn.

In just an instant, the old man once again realized the huge gap between the two, and couldn't help but regret going to the dojo toilet used for cultivation on the mountain.

But there is no way! This white jade plaque is an important thing handed down by his master, as a descendant of his master, he has the obligation to take back the white jade plaque! If it was just an ordinary treasure and had nothing to do with his master, he would have seen the horror of this strange woman at the auction venue a long time ago, and the old man would definitely not intend to die.

"Wait a minute, please wait a minute! This fellow Daoist! These white jade plates are indeed the things of my master! I have no ill intentions, I just intended to scare you at first. Yang Taizi hurriedly shouted.

What kind of faceless things can be taken care of at this time? Cultivating the Tao and cultivating the Tao is cultivating immortality, if it is damaged like this in this place, what kind of face will he have to meet the ancestors of the past generations?

Cultivators can't judge the situation and have to hold on to a hard bone to the end? This is called following the path of fate, knowing that you can't do it, you won't do it, and if you really think that everyone is born with the protagonist's luck, and believe in the set of 'don't coward, just scare', then it is really a tragic death and no one knows.

In the war that year, he and a group of people fled to the mountain, disturbing the Taoists on the mountain who cultivated the Tao and did not care about the world. By chance, a group of people were included in the old man's door. After a period of time, a group of junior brothers cultivated Xiaocheng and had the ability to surpass ordinary people, and they went down the mountain one after another, wanting to break into a career in the troubled times, they did not seek immortality, nor could they endure the hardships of immortal cultivation, and it was enough to enjoy the glory and wealth of a lifetime. But Yang Taizi is different, he knows how to judge the situation, he knows that although his skills have surpassed ordinary people too much, but in the troubled times, there are artillery grenades everywhere, how can flesh and blood be able to resist lightly? Besides, just by learning some skins, he feels that he can dominate the world, and he is mentally retarded thinking. Yang Taizi did not go down the mountain, and chose to stay on the mountain to accompany the master for a long time. Many years later, he has obtained the true inheritance of his master, and the brothers and sisters of that year have long died in the war, and there are no bones left, so they can only simply erect a clothed mound. As the saying goes, everything is easy to discuss, don't be arrogant and arrogant because of petty profits, or obediently coax it when it is time to coax, as the so-called future is long, who knows what kind of situation and changes it will be? Or slowly figure it is the truth of life.

So Yang Taizi completely lowered his posture. In the secular people strict zhòng they are mysterious and unfathomable, and should need to be feared. However, in the world of monks, one point stronger is one point stronger, and the gap of one point is heaven and earth, and it is not a shame to bow down to opponents who are stronger than oneself.

Luo Qiu waved his hand to make Youye stop, watching an old man being bullied like this, he didn't feel much guilt in his heart. In fact, he is particularly unaccustomed to the kind of guy who relies on the old and sells the old. Generation after generation is different, which is probably the mentality of most young people. But this is not to say that you can't look up to the elderly, but you also need to be respectable. Impression, if the initial impression is already bad, there is already an invisible and intangible barrier between people who begin to pay New Year's greetings.

"Su Houde told a story that I could believe. Luo Qiu muttered: "But what reason do you have to make me believe that these white jade plates are your master's things?"

Seeing that there was room for discussion, Yang Taizi hurriedly said: "What is engraved on this pair of jade plates is the "High Jade Emperor Heart Seal Sutra", but it is not an ordinary home scripture that has been handed down today, but an internal compilation! I can read some silently." If this guy is really the jade craftsman of the year, he will naturally recognize it and recognize it to distinguish the real from the fake. ”

Luo Qiu said indifferently: "Then try it." ”

Yang Taizi then quickly recited a few words...... It's probably something that comes out silently at random, and it's incoherent and incoherent. But Luo Qiu carefully saw that Su Houde had some slight changes after listening.

Unexpectedly, after Yang Taizi finished his silent recitation, Su Houde insisted that this old man was in vain, and he just wanted to take the jade plate for himself.

"Donor, I saved you once before, you can't be so ungrateful!" Yang Taizi immediately exploded when he heard Su Houde's words, "There are gods three feet above your head!"

"Gods?" Su Houde sneered and said: "If there is really that thing, over the years, I have wandered around the world like a lonely ghost, why don't you pity me? When Sanniang was split by the demon Dao, why don't you pity her? You tell me that there is a god three feet above my head?

Yang Taizi said: "That year, the patriarch let Sanniang enter the palace to assist Emperor Xianzong in cultivating the Tao, and he planned to let her experience in the red dust, sharpen her body, and polish her Taoist heart! Unexpectedly, she actually moved her mortal heart, fornicated with you, and angered the Son of Heaven! You are arrogant and arrogant, and you carved criminal evidence on the jade plate, and finally your head is different, and you are also to blame!"

"I really love Sanniang, what does it matter about its ethereal avenue of eternal life? You cultivators are pure in heart and have few desires, it is simply a loss of human nature! It's just a group of cold-blooded animals who don't understand the true love of others! Give me back the jade card!"

Su Houde suddenly became frantic and rushed towards the old man.

When Luo Qiu saw it, he immediately felt a little bored, he originally thought that he could understand the mystery of the Eastern Cultivator, but it turned into such a bloody 'Xianxia Love Eight O'clock File', he shook his head immediately, turned his head to look at Youye and said: "These people are very noisy, let them shut up and fetch me the jade plate." ”

The master spoke, and Yuya no longer had any scruples. Ancient alchemy is a mysterious puppet created by Zào, which unleashes a powerful power at once.

It was just a cold snort, and Yang Taizi, Su Houde, and the descendants around Yang Taizi suddenly fell to the ground with a scream, holding their heads, revealing a look of pain. As soon as Youye recruited the sheep Taizi, the jade plate he was holding flew out directly.

Yuya grabbed the jade plaque and sent it to Luo Qiu.

Luo Qiu held two jade plates in his hand, looked at the three people on the ground with different expressions, and said indifferently: "I'll listen to what this Sanniang has to say in the end." ”

He gently put the two jade plaques together, "If you are still here, if you know that there is another infatuated person who has been looking for you for hundreds of years, and you also know that the descendants of the master are also there, just show up." ”

The two white jade plates that were together were bright at this time, and the two green smoke came out of the jade plaques, hovering in the air, and finally merged together.

Gradually, it takes shape.

"Hahaha!!500 years!!Old man, I finally see this day!"

What appeared was not Sanniang who should have appeared, but an unkempt and unkempt person who looked like a madman...... Damn retarded, another old man!

Luo Qiu was stunned at the moment and scolded:!

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