Almost everyone here is taught literacy, literacy, and growth, and has a strong affection for him.

There is no prosperity and strife in the ancestral village, and no one cares who the position of Mr. is passed on, but Mr.'s actions bring everyone an extremely bad premonition, like a kind of farewell.

"I have made up my mind....you need no more persuasion. The gentleman returned to his frail appearance, and his face was sallow.

I saw that Mr. had his eyes closed, his right palm facing the sky, pinching several times, and after a long time, he said, "Two years later, on August 16, Wuchen went out of the mountain and went to assist the true dragon. ”

Because of the use of secret methods by force, at this moment, Mr.'s face was even more ugly, without a trace of blood.

"Okay, let's go back, the old man is tired and wants to rest for a while. The gentleman waved his hand vigorously.

After everyone heard this, they turned around three times and reluctantly left Mr.'s house.

"Dustless....Now for the teacher, I will hand over the opening method of the hidden array to you....I will hand it over to you, when it will be turned on and off, you have to know in your heart. "Mr.'s words and deeds seem to be really explaining the aftermath, because the opening method of the Ancestral Village Hidden Array will never be known to a second person.

Although Wuchen was sad in his heart, he did not refute it, he was picked up at the age of three and followed Mr., it has been twenty-five years, and he has always regarded Mr. as his father, whether it is Mr. words or examples, he has kept in mind, as long as Mr. thinks to do something, it is right.

It didn't take long for Wuchen to master the opening technique of the hidden array.

At this point, the gentleman was already crumbling.

"Hehe, I am not lonely, the old man has lived for two hundred and forty years, and he does not seek merit in his life, but he seeks no fault, and he can speculate that the real dragon was born in the twilight of the twilight, and it is not in vain to live this life, but it is a pity..."

After finishing speaking, I saw the gentleman standing up tremblingly, and when Wuchen saw this, he wanted to go up and help.

"Kneel down and take off your shirt. The gentleman refused Wuchen's move, picked up a rattan stick, and said.

Wuchen did as he said, and Mr.'s voice sounded in his ears, "I'll teach you one last lesson for the teacher." ”

"There is no dust, and there will be no negative ancestral village in your lifetime, can you?" Mr. 's voice suddenly became loud, and his face flushed.

"Yes!" Wuchen finished speaking, "pop" came the sound of rattan hitting on his back, and a red mark appeared on Wuchen's back, Mr. seemed to use all his strength to whip, but this pain was nothing to Wuchen, but the sadness in his heart was even worse.

"Dust-free, you can't have a negative Huaxia in your lifetime, can you?" asked the gentleman.

"Yes!" "Bang!" Wuchen seemed to think of when he was a child, when Mr. held a ring ruler to teach him, his eyes gradually blurred, and he couldn't remember how long he hadn't cried.

"There is no dust, and there must be no negative principles in your lifetime, can you?" Mr. 's loud voice continued.

"Yes!" "Smack!"

"No dust, no negative life in your lifetime, can you?"

"Yes!" "Smack!" Wuchen was already in tears, and engraved Mr.'s words in his heart.

"Dustless, there must be no negative morality in your lifetime, can... No?"

"Yes!"...After a long time, Wuchen did not wait for Mr.'s rattan, and there were only four marks on his back.

Wuchen panicked in his heart, and hurriedly turned around, only to see that Mr. was still standing behind him, his eyes were closed, his face was smiling, and the rattan in his hand was hanging on the ground, and he didn't know when, he had no breath.

In an instant, a dustless sorrow sounded in the ancestral village, "Mr. is riding a crane!"

"Sir...."

"Sir...."

"Sir...."

After a while, there were howling and crying everywhere in the village, reading the feelings of Mr. Edification, following the nature of the people, having no quarrel with the world, and treating people with great kindness, all of them were sad and invincible, and the old people cried like crying their sons, and the young people cried like crying their fathers.

Ten bells rang in the ancestral village, this is the seventh time that the ancestral village has been ringing ten times since its establishment, and overnight, the bell in the ancestral village has been ringing three times in a row.

Ten sounds, the immortal long farewell!

West Side Mountain, the other side of the world.

Calm as a slur, imperceptible aura to the naked eye, constantly through Zhou Yang's absorption into the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, Zhou Yang has never cultivated so heartily, even the original dragon topaz can't be compared to here.

Bai Xiaorou sat next to the tree at the top of the peak.

Originally, there was no wind in the West Side Mountain, because of Zhou Yang's cultivation, the slightest spiritual wind began to be generated, and all the branches and leaves were also slightly inclined to the direction where Zhou Yang was.

After arriving at the eighth layer of agility, Zhou Yang realized that it is not easy to practice, all kinds of adventures before and his own efforts, it is not easy to break through to the eighth layer of agility in half a year, but after the eighth layer, no matter how hard Zhou Yang tries, the effect is very little, as Ah Wei said, the last three layers of agility, the environment is the most important.

Maybe it's because the aura here is too sufficient, Zhou Yang didn't feel hungry from beginning to end, which also saved a big trouble, except for the trees and stones, there are no living creatures here, so you can't eat leaves.

There is no time for cultivation, not to mention that this is different from the outside world, there is no sunset and sunrise, there is no concept of time, and Zhou Yang doesn't care how long it has passed.

Gradually, a small hurricane loomed above Zhou Yang's head, due to the anomaly formed by absorbing too quickly.

Zhou Yang could feel that the aura around his body seemed to be cheering with joy, and the meridians transmitted a sense of comfort to him from time to time.

Finally, I don't know how long later, Zhou Yang felt that the meridians were full of swelling pain, and it seemed that he was beginning to be unable to accommodate the excess aura, this feeling was too familiar, and every time he broke through to a higher level, he would have such a feeling.

The only difference is that this is breaking through the eighth layer, and it feels clearer than before.

Zhou Yang hurriedly gathered his mind, did not slow down the absorption because of the pain, but accelerated the speed, which is the same as the development potential of the human body, obviously he can't run anymore, as long as he grits his teeth and breaks through a limit, a new realm will follow.

Pain is Zhou Yang's only feeling at the moment, the meridians of his limbs are like acupuncture, the aura that originally looked like a hurricane has disappeared, and the aura is viscous around Zhou Yang, and a trace of it is like a thorn squeezing into Zhou Yang's body.

However, this kind of pain did not last long, a "pop", a sound similar to the opening of a bottle cork seemed to sound in his mind, Zhou Yang suddenly felt full of strength, indescribable comfort, the viscous aura that was originally around seemed to have found a home, and rushed to be absorbed by Zhou Yang on his own.

Zhou Yang stood up instantly, looking up to the sky and roaring!

Nine layers of agility!