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Han Yiming looked at what he was pointing at, and sure enough, he also pointed out the one that Xingchen fancied, it seemed that it was really a bit of a doorway. The boy said again www.biquge.info "Master, you have calculated it accurately, why do you still have to set up a formation? Could it be that this tree will still grow legs? Didn't you say that no one can calculate this accurately? Besides you, what are you afraid of?" The Taoist smiled, stretched out his hand and flicked it on the boy's head: "You stupid boy, what do you know! This Heavenly Divine Tree is a divine object, what is a divine object? Can anyone get it?" There is only one hour in thousands of years that can be cut down, if it weren't for the inaccurate time, would you still be there when this divine tree?" The boy rubbed his head and said: "Didn't Master say how many people are cultivators? ”

The boy said: "Who is the other person who has been accurate?" The Taoist smiled: "Don't ask too much children, you will know later." Han Yiming knew that he was playing tricks, and deliberately said such things in front of this boy, in order to make the boy follow him with all his heart. Suddenly, a light flashed, Han Yiming's eyes sharpened, and he looked at the light, and a grain of operator on the Dao man's abacus slid from the bottom up, hitting the operator above, and there was a "pop" sound. The Taoist immediately looked at the abacus, pinched the calculation with his left hand, and after a while, his brows furrowed, and he said to himself: "Li, does this mean that I can't cut this sacred tree?" Han Yiming looked at the boy, who was looking at the Taoist with interest, and said after a while: "Master, your operator has moved." The Taoist ignored him, looked at the abacus for a while, pondered for a moment, and said, "It's better to set up a formation." As he spoke, he reached out and took out a stack of yellow paper from his bosom, put his right hand into his mouth, bit it, and drew on it. Under the moonlight, he pointed to the place, and on the yellow paper, characters had appeared.

The Taoist kept writing, and in a blink of an eye, dozens of characters had been written, and the Taoist picked up the dust and shook it, and the dozens of characters scattered in all directions, and surrounded him. He took out a turtle shell and a few hexagram coins from his arms, poured the hexagram money into the turtle shell, covered it with his hand and shook it a few times, and then buckled it on the ground, and after a while, he uncovered the turtle shell and looked at a few hexagram coins carefully. Han Yiming didn't understand his hand at all, so he could only watch it from afar.

After a while, the Taoist sighed, and the boy said on the side: "Master, what have you figured out again? The Taoist scolded: "Shut up!" The boy's face was full of disdain: "Look at other people's disciples, they are all eating and drinking spicy food, only me, suffering with your old man." It's such a big night, and you have to come here to get cold. The Taoist was quite impatient, but he still held back and coaxed him: "Okay, well, when the teacher cuts down this sacred tree, I will take you to eat fragrant and drink spicy food." It seems that the boy did not know how he received it, and the boy was not convinced of him.

At this time, Xingchen said: "This man's hexagram is good,

It's just that he can't get this divine wood. Han Yiming glanced at him and wanted to ask him, but he couldn't help it. I only heard the boy say, "Master, you said that there is another person who is accurate." Isn't that the guy coming to you? The Taoist sneered: "Come and rob me? Why did he rob me? He would have disappeared long ago! If he had lived, I would have heard the name and walked away, and it had been so long since I was silent, what am I afraid of? You underestimate your master? Let me tell you, the person who can tell you the fortune teller can pass your master will be extinct long ago." If everyone had been able to calculate accurately, this Shenmu would have been full of people long ago! It was because they were not accurate, and we had calculated accurately, that we had our share! Do you think everyone could be accurate? It's ridiculous! I took you as an apprentice because I saw how much wisdom you had. If you don't have this bit of wisdom, you will become my apprentice? There are many people who are stronger than you, I just accepted you, this is your blessing, you have to know the blessing!"

The boy pouted: "Don't say it to your old man, if eating bran vegetables is also called a blessing, there are too many blessings in this world." The Taoist was annoyed: "What did you say? What do you mean by eating bran and pharyngeal vegetables? As a cultivator, it is their duty to abstain from vegetarianism and meat. If everyone could be this apprentice, I would have been a disciple all over the world. You don't cherish this rare blessing, but you still pick and choose......" He stopped talking and said no more. The boy's mouth was flattened, and his head was tilted to one side. Xingchen looked at the boy twice, and then turned to the man. The man looked at the abacus carefully for a while, pinched his fingers for a moment, and took out a rope from his bosom.

The Taoist took the rope in his hand, closed his eyes, sat down cross-legged, and said something in his mouth. Han Yiming couldn't hear what he was reading, and he couldn't understand it, he looked at Xingchen, and Xingchen said, "Master, if he cuts the Divine Tree first, we'll wait and see." If he cuts it down, we'll grab it, and if he doesn't, we'll cut it. Han Yiming said: "He cut it down, let's go and rob other people's treasures, I can't do it." Xingchen smiled: "I'll grab it, the head can't do it, I can do it." Han Yiming said: "Don't rob it, you said that this Heavenly Divine Wood is difficult to get, and he finally got it, let's grab it, it's too much." Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Xingchen pouted: "Who does the boss think of me?" What kind of way can he cut the Heavenly Divine Tree? If we can't cut it, he can't cut it even more!" said it, his little face sank, don't turn his head, and ignore Han Yiming. Han Yiming didn't realize that he was immediately angry, thinking that his spiritual power was strong, it was really not difficult to rob the divine tree cut down by this Taoist, that is, he was afraid that he would really do it, so he deliberately said it first.

Don't turn your head away, don't turn your head. Han Yiming was about to coax him, a white light flashed, Han Yiming looked at the white light, but the rope in the Taoist's hand revealed white light. The Taoist shook slightly, and the rope flew out of his hand like a snake, and circled the divine trees around the Taoist, along with the divine tree that Xingchen said. The rope looked no thicker than the thickness of a little finger, and it was adorned with a series of little gossip, which were hung densely or sparsely, or more than a foot apart, or only an inch away. The Taoist turned to the boy and said, "Come, come, stretch out your hand." ”