One by one, ten by eight, by thousands, by hundreds,

Gather the spirit and turn the water into a stream, and there are few sorcerers with more telekinesis.

Lin Qianzai opened his eyes, a handful of water gathered in his hand, he stood up ecstatically, threw the water high, the water scattered but did not fall, he took a deep breath, stepped on the beads on the sky.

Ascending to a high place and reaching out to touch it, Lin Qianzai was sucked out by an inexplicable force, and he fell into endless darkness again, but this time he was able to open his eyes.

Large and small bubbles floated around him, and he could clearly see what kind of world was in the bubbles.

Someone sits under a waterfall and refines his body by water hammering.

Some people close their eyes and chew pines and cypresses, step on the road of the seven stars, and gather the Lingna Mansion acupoint.

Some people wrestle with beasts and practice the art of killing.

Some people seem to be lazy and sleeping on the stones, but the twelve tricks in their hands are not broken.

............

Lin Qianzai looked at it all and felt that the back of his head was a little cold, and then he found an old man with a hoe, drinking herbal tea, sitting on the ground, thinking about life.

Lin Qianzai sighed, and his hand touched the blister, and the huge suction dragged Lin Qianzai directly into it.

The old man turned around and just wanted to pour a bowl of herbal tea, but one person fell directly into the field, and all the seedlings that the old man had just planted were destroyed.

Not only that, but the old man's entire back was covered with mud with fertilizer, and the smell was terrible.

"Which of his grandma's ...... of the pimple-hitched dog hammer"

The old man was furious, his eyes were on fire, and when he saw the man in the mud, he immediately wilted.

"Phew...... You forgot me!"

"Come here, come here, I'll wash you up!"

The old man beckoned, pulled Lin Qianzai over, pinched his hands, a purple light flashed, and the two of them were as clean as new.

"Master, what time is it?"

Lin Qianzai watched the old man deliberately avoid himself and began to arrange the seedlings in the field, and his heart was a little straight, so he hurriedly asked.

"Hehe, it's been a month, the old man has always felt that he forgot something, and he only remembered when he saw you, wait for me!"

The old man got busy on the ground, Lin Qianzai sat on the ground with his ass, and stayed in that ghost place with himself for so long, after a long sigh, he watched the old man move carelessly, and he didn't understand, shouldn't this kind of thing also be solved by magic?

"This field is the place I use to nourish my heart, the last time I asked the gods, I fell into three realms, and I hesitated for a long time, and my brain is a little abnormal! Don't mind, young man!"

The old man used magic to remove the mud on his legs, and he picked up the basket that had been falling to the ground, Lin Qianzai also picked up the clay pot on the ground, and the old and the young began to walk along a loess path together.

Lin Qianzai looked at the surrounding mountains and green trees, and felt that this was the place that was really suitable for cultivation.

"Master, you don't know what to call it? This basket of things behind you, if I'm not mistaken, is Qiyang Grass?"

Lin Qianzai smelled the things in the old man's basket, his nose wrinkled, and asked.

"Yes! This thing is delicious! The field you just saw was overgrown with this at first, and the old man cut it first and then opened a field with his hands!"

"Eh, master, do we have to talk like this, donkey's head is not right for the horse's mouth, I'm not afraid of you being angry, I feel like I'm on a thief ship!"

Lin Qianzai waited for a long time, and after the old man finished speaking, he hummed an extremely ugly tune and strode forward.

"The old man's surname is Jia, and he loves Yang grass, by the way, why are you about to break through?"

The old man was in a good mood, turned his head to look at the young man who was a head taller than himself, raised his eyebrows, and asked with a hook on the corner of his mouth.

"Master Jia, who loves leeks, I don't know! I can see some things now, but on the contrary, I can't see others!"

Lin Qianzai shrugged his shoulders and said directly.

The two walked to a small thatched hut halfway up the mountain, and the old man walked directly into the kitchen house with black dust on the wall of the only one at the four entrances, and began to prepare to eat, and said to Lin Qianzai, who was standing in the courtyard and looking up at the scenery in the distance.

"Your old man doesn't know who beat him, compared to others, your foundation is a little too thick, you can see the aura, but you can't see the evil energy, it's normal, the old man is a martial artist who is a halfway monk, but you are a warlock who is a halfway monk, it means that we are destined to have a relationship!"

"Master Jia, are you normal again now?"

When Lin Qianzai heard this, what he said was okay, turned his head and said with a smile.

Master Jia jingled in the kitchen, a burst of drumming, and after a while, he brought out two plates of yang grass, Lin Qianzai hurriedly put the small table in the corner of the yard, which was obviously just made, and set up the two small horses, Master Jia took out two pairs of chopsticks from his sleeve, handed them to Lin Qianzai, looked at him and said.

"Get used to it! There is less than half a year before the first assessment, and the minimum requirement is to obtain three doors in the Dao realm, otherwise you will definitely not be able to pass the ten miles of ink piles! You need a battle to find an opportunity to break through the realm, do you have anything you don't understand about the left twelve seals of the spell and the right eight seals?"

"It's a good thing, but what I don't understand is, how can you split the lake in two with a dagger, and the sky has been cut down?"

Lin Qianzai asked.

"I ask you! How did Takeo kill the mountain spirits?"

Master Jia directly picked up the plate and pulled this yang grass, and before he finished chewing it in his mouth, he asked rhetorically.

"With your mind, you can avoid demons and evil spirits with righteousness in your heart!"

Lin Qianzai thought about it and said directly.

Master Jia obviously didn't eat enough, and Lin Qianzai happened to be not hungry, so he directly served his plate to the old man in front of him, and Master Jia directly picked up the plate again and ate the food, and then asked.

"What about the Warlock?"

"Gather spirits for qi, borrow the text of a hundred schools, and use it for offense and defense?"

As soon as Lin Qianzai finished speaking, he immediately understood a little, and he laughed himself.

"That's right! You are a double cultivator, gathering spirit for qi is just an auxiliary, the greater a person's truth, the greater his strength will be, now the two are discriminating against each other, but if yin and yang complement each other?

Lin Qianzai bowed his head and was silent, he still had a trace of regret when he was in Fulong Cave Heaven, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, but after discussing with Master Jia, this undoubtedly added great confidence to himself.

"Then what should I do next? Master Jia will guide you!"

"Next, find the yang grass! There is nothing to plant, there is only summer and autumn here, isn't it fragrant to eat rice? I am sleepy and go to sleep! You are busy!"

Master Jia rubbed his hands, put away the plates, got up and said with a smile to Lin Qianzai.

Lin Qianzai was speechless for a while, he really had nowhere to find a master like this.

When night fell, there was not a single star in the sky, Lin Qianzai sat on the small horse, looking at the darkness around him, and listening to the deafening snoring sound coming from the room behind him, and his head was bruised.

"Boy, boy, isn't this another mountain spirit!

When Lin Qianzai was about to fall asleep, the jewel around his neck lit up, and the golden triangular tripod flew out of it and said to Lin Qianzai.

"Huh, what, mountain spirit?"

Lin Qianzai rubbed his eyes, looked at Ding, and said with his eyelids fighting.

"The old man in the hut is the mountain spirit, no matter how well he hides, Ben Long can see at a glance that he is not a human! Hurry up, Ben Long has no way to hold on since he lifted your ban! Hurry up, Ben Long has no way to hold on to your ban! Hurry up, ......"

Before Dingzhong Longzu finished speaking, he lost his luster, and he was in the middle of Lin Qian's little brother.

"Forehead ......"

Lin Qianzai immediately got up, knelt on the ground and couldn't stand upright, he slowed down for a long time, and then threw Ding into his orb, he didn't remember what Ding Zhong said just now, wiped the sweat on his head, and fell asleep again after a while.

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After five hundred years of civil war, the poisonous fog of Caixia Mountain dissipated and returned to its former appearance.

For the canonization of the landscape and the immortal, an octagonal star-gazing tower is seated on Caixia Mountain.

Twelve white jade stone steps are facing the direction of the Yuyu continent, the main entrance of the stone steps is placed two hundred craftsmen of the ancient beast Pixiu who are bound with the essence and blood, it is very solemn, the auspicious light in the building is entangled, the eight-story hall, each stands a stone tablet without words, it is extremely exquisite.

Qian Mu Zong Shixian, holding three sticks of incense made of 100 clay, climbed to the top of the building and inserted the incense burner, before the incident, a flying boat turned into a rainbow, a person jumped from the flying boat, took the gold-edged parchment roll, and walked slowly.

The forbidden army drew his sword and held it to defend against the enemy, but the man just glanced at it, and the forbidden army's heads exploded one after another, and they died miserably.

Qian Muzong, took off the dragon robe, stepped on the railing, flew down the tall building, the dragon's eyes were cold, and he raised his hand lightly, and the person who came knelt deep in his knees, unable to get up.

"Come on, Wen Sheng, I've seen the king!"

There was already blood in the man's mouth, he forcibly swallowed it, and with his last strength rolled the sheepskin in front of Qian Muzong, as soon as the words fell, Qian Muzong clenched his palm into a fist, which instantly turned into a blood mist and fell to the ground.

"Zhang You!"

After Qian Muzong opened the parchment scroll and read the letter, he waved his hand to freeze the flying boat that had fled far away, and tilted his head to look at the eight-foot man who was kneeling on the ground and wearing gray armor.

"The last general!"

Zhang You hurriedly got up, bowed his head and walked quickly in front of Qian Muzong, kneeling on the ground and saluting.

"Yu Yu's son of God, why did you let Gu hand over the Lin family's wealth? You and they are a family, during the solitary retreat, is there anything Aiqing didn't play?"

"King Qiyu, the son of the Lin family, Lin Qianzai had a conflict with the Zhao family on the ferry, and handed over to the Judgment Island, resulting in the destruction of the entire Zhao family, and the Zhao family and the Chen family, their queen learned the news to die Mingzhi, and the Lin family Fujia sent Lin Qianzai to the Wuji Dragon and Phoenix Palace, Lin ......"

"Lone knows! You ask Shang Shutai to write a reply to the son of the god, telling them that Lone will not pay! If you can't bully the gods, you will beat the idea of the lonely people! Lone will never agree!"

Qian Mu Zongshi Xian interrupted Zhang You's report, and the gold-rimmed sheepskin roll in his hand turned into powder, and said coldly.