He followed the immortal master who was said to be from the Immortal Sect of the Jingshe on Qingfeng Mountain for several days, and he never saw Qingfeng Mountain, where Zhong Lingdingxiu gathered the geniuses of heaven and earth. Ink Tears has long complained.

How could he have suffered like this, not to mention eating and sleeping in the open, and he had to hurry until the sun did not rise, and he could not rest for a moment until the moon hung high, and his little arms and legs were really difficult to support, and he was already sore.

It was another new day, and after several hours of driving, the morning sun slowly drew the horizon, gradually illuminating everything, and all around was a golden color, exceptionally warm.

Mo Tear just wanted to sit down and rest, but the stinky Taoist priest who killed that day didn't look back, and said: "Keep up, there are often robbers here, if you are targeted by them, your little arms and thin legs are not enough for them to gnaw." ”

Mo Tear didn't want to listen to his nonsense! Along the way, he was lying to him, and he ate a lot of things that people shouldn't eat at all, if he wasn't really hungry, he was really not rare, and some broken grass and broken flowers brought back by the other party were simply feeding him as a cow.

These days, it can be said that he has not touched a mouthful of meat, and the most prevaricated sentence of the other party is to go to Qingfeng Mountain, and invite you to eat and drink spicy food for the teacher.

If you really can't prevaricate, you will drop a sentence fiercely, the road ahead is still so long, can we master and apprentice have a good time.

Every time Mo Tear hears these two words, his heart will be desolate and lost, how can he say that he used to be the eldest young master of the Mo family, but now he is being played by the damned Taoist priest as a monkey, and he can't even eat a mouthful of hot rice, he really hopes that the little girl in Xiaoxia killed him with a kitchen knife, how can there be this experience?

Mo Tear bent over and propped up his legs, panting and said, "Master, can we take a rest first?" I'm so tired, you can't bear to be exhausted to death before you reach Qingfeng Mountain, how bad is that! ”

Mo Tear said extremely disobedient words in his mouth, and it is estimated that he has greeted the other party's eighteenth ancestor more than a dozen times in his heart, if it weren't for this damn Taoist, how could he suffer like this?

Yifan Taoist smiled, pretending to be pitiful and said: "If you are really not afraid of being captured by murderous robbers, you can sit here and rest, and wait for the other party to come, maybe after they meet you, they will lead someone to rob your house, and you don't have to be a robber." ”

Mo Tear snorted, he didn't believe such unreliable words, slowly straightened his chest, stretched out his thumb, and moved the bold words he learned from the book, and said loudly: "This broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, where are the robbers rampant." Besides, Master, as a master of the generation, if you really encounter a few robbers who are not long-sighted, it is good to get rid of them, which is also a great merit. ”

Yifan Daoist was proud, and said with a smile: "Tell the truth." I want to be a teacher back then..."

He was about to boast about himself, but suddenly from among the woods and grass, a group of men and horses, each with a large knife, attacked them.

The awe-inspiring righteousness that came out of the ink tears immediately disappeared completely, extremely surprised and panicked, and finally pinned all his eyes and hopes on the god-killing master.

Anyway, he is also a person from the Jingshe Immortal Gate on Qingfeng Mountain, no matter how he has no ability? It should be more than enough to deal with a few little thieves.

But when Mo Tear gradually calmed down and looked at the only savior at the moment, he saw the other party running away with oil on the soles of his feet, and he didn't call him, "Disciple, run." ”

Young Master Mo was stunned in an instant, he could still be a master with such a conduct. Looking around, how have you ever seen such a battle? Panicked and hurriedly ran away, and the speed was about the same as that of his master, who was windy on the soles of his feet.

But two legs, after all, can't run four legs.

Soon, they were surrounded by a group of tall horses and strong men.

Mo Tear was extremely nervous, stuck to a mortal Taoist, and whispered: "Master, you shouldn't be able to beat even a few little thieves, right?"

Yifan Daoist frowned and snorted: "How can you say that? Who is the teacher? It is the only person in the world who is the master of Qingfeng Mountain, and he will always be afraid of them, take a good look and see what the teacher does?"

Yifan Daoist stepped forward, his straight body was like a deflated ball, nodded and bowed and saluted: "Heroes, heroes, if you have something to say, there is no need to move the sword or sword, how hurtful and angry!"

Mo Tear was stunned again, and instantly felt that it was really a shame to have such a master and go to her grandmother's house.

"We don't want to die, we just need money. If you keep your money, your life will be kept. If you dare to play tricks, I can assure you that today will be the last time you will see the light of day. ”

A strong man at the head held a huge scimitar in his hand, his chest exposed, and his voice was as hoarse as a whetstone rubbing against a sword.

Yifan Daoist smiled and said: "It's easy to say if you want money, you may not know: This son behind me is a rich master, he has money, and he asks him." You see, I'm a poor Taoist priest, and to be honest, I've never eaten a mouthful of food, so where do I get the extra money?"

Mo Tear was deeply surprised for the third time, today he can be regarded as a Taoist priest who has seen this trick of heavenly killing, it is really a tease sent by God, if he is not killed, it is estimated that he will not stop.

All the men put all their eyes on this weak son, and indeed, the gap can be seen just from the appearance.

One was dressed in a fine costume, the other was dressed in shabby cotton clothes, the other had fine skin and tender flesh, and the other had skin as yellow as orange peel, and his face was covered with a thin layer of dust, but anyone with long eyes could see the difference at a glance.

As a result, it can be imagined that the wrapping of ink tears and even the coat on his body were all snatched away, and a sturdy man had never seen so much money, laughing all the way, and walked away.

The anger that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time exploded in an instant at the moment when I was forcibly stripped off my clothes and pants by five or six strong men, and I had never suffered such a great humiliation in the past fifteen or six years, and I had never seen such a stupid person.

Mo Tear looked angry, and a terrifying fierce light was cast in his eyes, and he roared: "You goddamn dead Taoist, I fuck your ancestors, I can be regarded as eight lifetimes of blood mold when I meet you." ”

When the words fell, Mo Tear turned around fiercely and walked back angrily.

Yifan Daoist still did not change his face, and said gently: "You are going in the wrong direction, this way." ”

Mo Tear still walked forward angrily, and said fiercely: "The road is on one side of the sky, you take your Yangguan Road: I cross my single-plank bridge." Don't bother me from now on. ”

Yifan Daoist shook his head slightly, and suddenly, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Mo Tear, who was stunned, and hurriedly looked at the back, and then looked at the front, a little disbelieving his eyes.

Young Master Mo was furious, and roared, "Get out!"

Yifan Daoist shook his head again and said calmly: "If you can take a step forward, I will let you go as a teacher." If you can't, you can obediently follow the teacher up the mountain. ”

Mo Tear didn't answer, unexpectedly threw a punch in the other party's face, the Taoist was not happy or slow, and gently blocked it with a finger, and it was difficult for Mo Tear's fist to advance a point.

Mo Tear immediately took a step forward, and when he was about to land, a pair of shoes gently pressed against the soles of his shoes, and in an instant, his feet were bounced upwards by an inexplicable force.

Seeing that the strong attack couldn't work, he wanted to outwit it, but suddenly pointed to the rear and shouted: "Look, there is someone behind you." ”

Yifan Daoist looked back, Mo Tear was overjoyed, and immediately took a step, but the moment he landed, the whole body was blown out by a gust of wind, drawing a few meters, and then he stabilized his body unsettled.

Mo Tear still didn't give up, and kept insulting and waving his fists, more like venting the nameless anger that had been suppressed in his heart these days.

Thinking about two years ago, I overheard my father's conversation, only to find out that he was not my father's biological son, and she didn't believe it for a while, her father and mother were extremely good to him, if it was really an adopted son, how could he treat himself like this?

But it wasn't until the second child was born that he gradually found that he was more and more consistent with the shocking truth, so in the past two years, he was cautious, for fear of doing something wrong and being kicked out of the house.

It wasn't until he heard that the old fairy on Qingfeng Mountain had taken in apprentices, and he expected that the big thing was not good, so he sent the maid Xiaoxia to block the door, but in the end, it still failed.

Mo was sweating profusely, and sat directly on the ground tired, and said with emotion: "If it is really an adopted son, he was still driven out, why is it necessary to be so troublesome, just say no to me?"

Yifan Daoist shook his head and asked, "Are you okay now?"

Mo Tear looked up at this strange person in surprise, and said frankly: "Don't look at me all the time, I promise not to go back and disturb their happy life, you just let me go." ”

Yifan Daoist frowned and said, "That's not good, you are a cultivator with excellent bones, how can I let you go? ”

Mo Tear looked at him with extreme suspicion, and sighed: "You haven't played enough with me, just like me, it's still a good thing, haven't you heard of it, in Xia Ya Mo Taixu, Taixu knows, do you want me to explain it to you?"

Yifan Daoist smiled slightly, and said happily: "Could it be that you are really too vain?"

Mo Tear immediately became angry, "I'm sorry, you're empty?" ”

"Isn't this amazing?

Yifan Taoist is extremely patient with persuasion, and his voice is as gentle as cotton, but there is always a trace of abduction in the good temptation.

Mo tear spread his hands helplessly, "You see that I have so many bones all over my body, which one is a Qijia root bone, as long as it is not fatal, I will sell it to you cheaply, what do you think?" I wish you an early transcendence and feathering into an immortal." ”

Yifan Daoist smiled, no longer persuaded, walked forward, waved his hand and said: "Be careful that those people come back again, they will really chop up your bones and eat them, you are now homeless anyway, why follow as a teacher? Go up the mountain, even if you can't become a master, the name of Jingshe Immortal Sect is not something that everyone dares to say, mix a good reputation, and you won't have to worry about eating and drinking in the future." ”

These words can be said to be the most reliable words that Mo Tear has heard these days, after all, the living classic examples are in front of him, and it is difficult for people not to believe it.

Mo Tear immediately stood up, patted the dust on his body, and greeted it with a thick skin, there was no skill inside, and there was no silver outside, after all, filling his stomach and living was the most important thing.

"Master, you can beat those people away, why don't you take action?"

"Don't get hands on people who don't deserve it. It's too much effort. Besides, once you go up the mountain, your huge amount of money won't be useful. It's better to give them to them, I'm afraid that they won't be used up for a year and a half, and they won't come out to harm people. ”

"Then you cheated and cheated, no, why don't you give them the money you earned openly?"

"I don't have any money for my teacher, the few taels of silver that your maid gave me have long been spent, and now I am penniless, otherwise I wouldn't give you wild vegetables these days. ”

"Alas, if I had known this, I should have asked Xiaoxia to give you more money. Our master and apprentice can have a full meal along the way. ”

On the winding road, the two of them talked and laughed and walked forward slowly, the breeze gusted, the birds sang and the flowers were fragrant, this country road: so beautiful that people were a little forgetful.

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Qingfeng Mountain, famous all over the world for thousands of years, not only the mountains are high and dense, but the scenery is pleasant. It is also famous all over the world because there is an ancient sect on this mountain that has been established for thousands of years.

Qingfeng Mountain, the mountains are stacked, the peaks are towering into the clouds, not only that, but there is also a pool of spring water that naturally flows from the high mountain, known as the spring of the gods outside the sky, countless devout believers, come here to visit and ask for water, often in short supply.

What's even more surprising is that all the houses of the Jingshe Immortal Sect stand with the high mountains, and a few of them are still hidden between the clouds, and from a distance, it really looks like there is a city outside the sky above the sky.

At sunrise, the fiery red ball slowly rises, sprinkling thousands of rays of light, at this time, it seems that a fireball hangs behind the pavilion outside the sky, illuminating the world and sprinkling warmth.

Originally, there was no way up to this Qingfeng Mountain, and if it wasn't for a cultivator who had advanced cultivation, he wouldn't be able to climb to the top of the mountain.

Later, due to the large number of believers, many skilled craftsmen and Confucians gathered together to open up a spacious and winding stone staircase road, but still due to the distance, few people can fully climb to the top of Qingfeng Mountain.

At this moment, Mo Tear, who was covered in dust and panting and looked extremely tired, looked up from afar, and saw this shocking scenery, and finally put his heart at ease, to be able to build a magnificent house in that kind of strange peak and steep place, presumably the financial resources and manpower should be abundant, maybe he can really go up the mountain as the master said, eat fragrant and drink spicy food, mix up a good reputation, and then he can go home, thinking about it makes him excited.

Mo Tear dusted off the dust on his body, took a breath, lifted his spirit, walked towards the stairs, and was about to go up, when a mortal Taoist coughed lightly and smiled strangely: "Where are you going?"

Mo tearfully turned around, pointed to the top of the mountain, and said, "Go up the mountain!"

Yifan Daoist gently pointed to the other side, with a bit of obscenity in his movements, and whispered: "Come down, go this way." ”

Mo Tear did so, and gently peeled off a pile of weeds according to the place he pointed to, and found an extremely secret muddy path: the path was too narrow, and it was estimated that only one person could pass horizontally.

Mo Tear thought about it, no! But I had never heard of it, there were other roads leading to Qingfeng Mountain, besides, why did you choose to take the trail if you didn't take the avenue? In an instant, he seemed to understand, and with extremely suspicious eyes, he stared at the master behind him who claimed to have come down from Qingfeng Mountain.

Yifan Daoist was a little embarrassed, dodged the blazing gaze, and said in an extremely low voice: "Qingfeng Mountain is there, we are its closest neighbors, borrow a little light from it, presumably it won't mind." ”

Mo Tear has an urge to beat people in his bones, and people don't know at all: You are so deceived in the name of his family, the most important thing is that he is still the one who deceives? Even if people don't mind, he can see that he is minding.

Mo Tear finally gave birth to a little yearning and excitement, and he was suddenly poured into his heart, and his eyes instantly widened with anger, and he shouted loudly: "You big liar." ”

Yifan Daoist was extremely nervous, covered his mouth, leaned close to his ear, and whispered: "Shhhh ”

Mo Tear looked at this shameless master curiously, until now, he hadn't seen clearly what kind of weird person this was, he could really play the pit and kidnap to another pinnacle realm.

Young Master Mo still stepped on the muddy and winding path, and from time to time he whispered: "What a big liar! Liar, damn liar, liar who has been slashed by a thousand knives, and a liar who has been struck by lightning......."