Wake up at dawn and clean the court.

The autumn wind blew off the sweat on the forehead of the bamboo pole. This little chef who is too down-to-earth, looking at the "cold", "deep courtyard" and "Fusang" from south to north, there are dirty things within a radius of twenty zhang, even if I am not serious!

The bamboo pole is supported by one hand, watching the fallen leaves fall like a tired butterfly. He couldn't help but sigh, it's been almost a year.

Even though Xifeng spends most of his time in Wutong Mountain, this lame little cook still cleans the inside and outside of "Fusang" day after day.

Ploughing the land, cleaning, traveling through the villages, practicing the recipes left by the master, he is meticulous and seems to be really busy.

"Bamboo pole ......" a leisurely voice floated out. The bamboo pole sighed, since the young lady started practicing, he has become the "test subject" of those talismans. However, Miss's progress is still obvious. The first ones, simply let themselves ...... Appalling.

For example, the Shengyang Fu that made the man energetic, ran around Dongting Lake three times before he softened. And then there is the obstacle that can be used to get started, and he made himself dizzy, and he vomited all over.

In short, nothing good is right. As for the kind of talisman that makes people soar in the sky and escape for dozens of miles, don't think about it, we don't dare to use it even if we draw it.

Fortunately, in the past few days, Miss has been upside down with a short-distance moving charm. It's pretty steady within ten steps, but sometimes your head hits the ground.

The bamboo pole that was about to move to the deep courtyard was stopped by the village chief and signaled to go by himself. The bamboo pole was relieved and thanked politely. Carrying the six-tooth nail rake given by the village chief, he went to the ground, and muttered as he walked, this nail rake is really strong, but it is heavier.

The village chief looked at the departing back and nodded. smiled, "Two divine weapons, can they not be strong." ”

Zi turned around and went to Qingqiu's residence.

Thinking of this talented female doll makes people happy, much cuter than the elm head on the mountain.

Qingqiu raised his head, smiled, and hid a drawn shrinking talisman behind him with his backhand, "Grandpa Village Chief!" the latter nodded, and then stretched out his hand. Qingqiu scratched his head, a little embarrassed. Cringe, he handed over the "ghost drawing".

When the village chief heard Qingqiu confess that his words were not good-looking, he was still thinking about a girl's family, where can the words be ugly? Now I know, it's like that fat pig looking in the mirror.

For a talisman master, the purpose of writing is to live the "Heavenly Dao Law", and then exert his power through the good medium of rune paper. These words can be the language of their respective countries, because those "laws" between heaven and earth can only "manifest their true bodies" when they resonate with the monks.

And those who can't resonate with the laws of heaven and echo can't practice the talismans. Therefore, the Fu Gong Monk is also called the Heavenly Master.

At the request of the village chief, Qingqiu did not use the font of the Dayan Dynasty, but could only use the pre-Qin small seal.

Now Qingqiu, we are about to cross the three realms of cultivation.

When he came to the Thirteen Villages, Qingqiu had just broken through the Yellow Leaf Realm and entered the Withered Branch Realm. Just last month, when Qing Qiu drew the "Silver Moon Day and Night Talisman" equivalent to the cultivation of the Three Qian Heavenly Masters, he successfully broke through the bottleneck and ranked in the Rooting Realm. Even the altar where the monks were founded was opened, and it was very bright.

For the time being, in the depths of Qingqiu's own heart that he can't even detect. There is a "mirror". It will be reflected in everyone's heart. The mirror of Qingqiu is double-sided.

Whether it is Xifeng's identity as a spiritual realm cultivator or Qingqiu's identity as a talisman celestial master, there must be a spiritual platform. The degree of brightness and darkness reflects the monk's own physique, soul, cultivation and other conditions. This spiritual platform will "take root" in the spiritual sea of monks. Therefore, the last realm of the three realms of the opening mountains is called, the Rooting Realm.

The son doesn't comment on anything, it doesn't matter if the word is ugly, the girl's family is virtuous.

So he praised her and told her to keep up her efforts.

The latter nodded frequently, and said that the village chief should hurry up and try the shrinking talisman in his hand.

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The breath of the fine phoenix in the "candle beam" is surging, and the sand and gravel in the cave are flying. He sat cross-legged in the air, his clothes flying, and a sinister aura overflowed. The bottleneck of the three realms of formal cultivation, the realm of killing words, will not be broken. It's really too heavy in my heart and too deep in resentment.

There are mixed pros and cons to going on like this.

The current evil qi is to "dig a pit" in the bottom of Xifeng's heart, and the deeper he digs, the farther he will be able to go in the three realms of heaven in the future. But if you can't fill it, the object will be the opposite.

At the beginning, Xi Feng set foot in the realm of killing words, because he was rewarded by the dragon qi of the first emperor and forcibly raised the realm, so the word "kill" was not pure and fierce enough. Which of those palace guards with knives dared to use real means against the six princes. And if you want to enter the three realms of ascending to the sky, you must "kill an adult".

The three realms of heaven, earth and man make people closer to the "way of heaven". Because in the bottleneck of the Killing Word Realm, the monk will stand opposite the "Heavenly Dao Laws" that he is close to, and if he defeats them, he will be recognized by the Heavenly Dao and gain the power of those laws.

Once stepping into the Three Realms of Ascending to the Heavens, although the monk's lifespan will increase, he will be limited in the power of the law. After all, you are "doing the right thing for heaven." Therefore, those mountaintop people who are highly cultivated will become more and more "pure-hearted and have few desires". These people will regard themselves as their worst enemies and regard the Heavenly Dao as their target.

In this respect, the Taoist Gate is not as good as the Buddhist Gate. But those bald donkeys who knock on wooden fish are not as good as traveling the world after all, and the Taoist priests who preach from all over the world are favored.

On the way to escape, continuous battles forced Xifeng to fall continuously.

It wasn't until Wu Yi made a move that he had time to stabilize his cultivation, and he had medicines and treasures to assist in his cultivation, and he was finally able to return to killing characters. But Xi Feng always felt that his killing intent was missing something.

The prince who has lived in Jinguan City since he was a child lacks experience and is not enough to fight in actual combat. Zi said frankly that this cave used to be his cultivation place, and there were many illusions in it, especially the illusions of battle, and he could use his fists and feet, but it was strong enough.

Inside the "Candle Beam", there are no people and beasts all year round, and the yin qi is heavy, which is contrary to the Ziyang Heart Sutra cultivated by the fine phoenix itself, and it is the most suitable for sharpening.

The current fine phoenix belongs to the accumulation of thick and thin, and when the village chief thinks it is appropriate, he will arrange a battle to help him break through the realm. As for the opponent, it's right that Xifeng can't beat it anyway.

Every time the bamboo pole came to visit Xifeng, he didn't dare to get too close to the cave. This is naturally force majeure. There's no way, I'm not an immortal, I haven't practiced.

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The bamboo pole that was plowing the ground was stopped by the village chief, saying that there was a cave on the mountain that needed to be cleaned, and asked him to do him a favor.

The bamboo pole is confused, aren't there only three mountains here, why is there a square inch mountain?

The village chief smiled and said, It's the big waterfall, you passed by once. Look carefully, there are a lot of peach trees around, and maybe a few handfuls of monkey hair. Before the bamboo pole asked the other party how he knew that he had passed by the waterfall, the village chief said that he would go to see Qingqiu.

When the bamboo pole, which was still a little hesitant, heard "cleaned up, a new set of kitchen utensils", he immediately prepared to greet "Honghong". It's just that for some reason, it's nowhere to be seen today. Oops, forget it, Ma'er. The bamboo pole picked up the bamboo basket and limped towards the Fangcun Mountain Waterfall.

Qingqiu, who was about to find a bamboo pole to test the talisman, looked around, his snow-white neck stretched out and stretched, but he only hoped that an old man in gray came.

The village chief smiled, "I found him a good errand and went to clean the three-star cave of the slanting moon." "This time it's Qingqiu's turn to be confused, the three-star cave of the slanting moon? Sounds like an anagram, isn't it a word "heart"?

Stumbling under this waterfall, I saw the water rushing straight down, rushing endlessly, really like a rolling melon splashing.

But you don't see any holes, do you?

Opposite the waterfall is a "hill" with bamboo poles that are ready to climb high and look into the distance.

In fact, the summit of that "hill" is only up to the waist of the waterfall. However, the shape of this "mountain" is peculiar, it is inclined to the waterfall, so the distance between the "peak" and the waterfall does not seem to be very far.

The bamboo pole gradually ascended.

At the top of the waterfall was a golden-haired man with a cold expression.

When the bamboo pole was about to reach the top of the mountain, he hooked his hand, and the person opposite him slipped and fell, and the bamboo basket in his hand flew straight to the waterfall, and under the stunned bamboo pole, the bamboo basket entered the waterfall, and then ...... Didn't come out?

The bamboo pole was in a hurry, turning in a circle and scratching its head. He gritted his teeth, took a few steps back, and sprinted straight towards the waterfall!

"Whoa......

The bamboo poles were knocked down by the rushing current. He crawled out of the pool, shook his head, and looked at the waist of the waterfall. Started to climb again.

Over and over again, over and over again.

The one at the top of the waterfall was as immobile as a mountain, watching coldly.

And at his feet, a white rabbit kept tearing at the man's clothes, throwing small stones, and pulling hair. But the other party's hair didn't fall out at all, and it didn't hurt. Let her lose her temper. Thinking of this, the blonde man has a little anger again, you and he only know the three seasons of spring, summer and autumn, we have known each other for three thousand years, even if you have lost a lot of memories before, you don't have this, right?

The fifteenth time, the bamboo pole made a vertical leap, "sneering at the ......".

The bamboo pole fell on the dirt behind the waterfall, next to his wet bamboo basket.

It's a cave. The stone cave is bright and thorough, only to see the green moss pile blue, the white clouds floating jade, and the light shake pieces of smoke. Look back at the stone walls on both sides of the cave entrance, there are pre-Qin small seal engraved couplets, the left side "Huaguo Mountain Blessed Land", the right side "Water Curtain Cave Cave".

During these three quarters, all three were required to learn the pre-Qin Xiao Seal. Xifeng has already dabbled in it, Qingqiu relies on comprehension, and the bamboo pole has a good memory, pure rote memorization.

The bamboo pole entered tremblingly, and wondered in my heart, this is the three-star cave of the slanting moon? The wind and rain are good to hide, the lightning and thunder are all gone, and the pine and bamboo flowers are new day by day. Suddenly, several golden rainbows flickered, and finally converged into a handsome and extraordinary man. There is a majestic and imposing spirit.

I saw two long feathers erected obliquely on the purple gold crown, the crown was inlaid with gold and jade to show the imperial appearance, and the two gold ribbons were tied up in the jaw. Then there is a chain gold armor shining, like a glazed tile in the world, and the essence of the flow shows the appearance of immortals. Under the feet, he stepped on the lotus silk and walked on the clouds, and the auspicious clouds were steaming and floating.

The bamboo pole blinked vigorously, and recognized it as the golden-haired man, who was just about to kneel down, but found that he couldn't move.

The golden light dissipated.

Only the bamboo pole was left standing opposite the handsome man.

The man spoke, slightly cold, "You followed their brother and sister, and you didn't think about building the Great Dao and seeking immortality?"

The bamboo pole tries to straighten the tired legs as much as possible, sincerely, "Go back to the predecessors." Of course I want to, who doesn't want to be a fairy. But I know how many pounds and taels I have, how many dishes I can cook, and how many flat burdens I can pick. There is no time in life to force it, I heard the young lady say that these books are reasonable. ”

For this little cook, this is the most valuable thing about him. But for monks, this is also the most important thing.

Too resigned.

When Wu Yi asked him if he wanted to practice, he shook his head. On the one hand, he is wary of men and advances by retreating, and on the other hand, he really doesn't think that he has this talent and this blessing.

The man spoke again, "You know, you'll need to accompany that girl on a long journey in the future. Do you feel like you're holding her back, or do you just tell her to go alone?"

The little cook was silent.

The man continued, "Do you think that you are busy every day, that you really have something to do, or does it make you feel that you are not too different from the other two?"

The little cook lowered his head and looked at his right leg.

The man finally shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be like this. Whether it is a human or a demon, it should not be so 'at ease with what happens'. If you want something, you should fight for it, don't open your mouth, really think that others are immortals who know what you think in your heart? Then do you know that immortals don't want to look at you, let alone peep at your heart. It's true that you're demanding of your own cooking, and it's also true that you're trying to escape from it. ”

The little cook's body trembled a little, and the ground became more and more blurry. Even if he fell into the pool fourteen times, he never did.

How many people in the world are like this. I was afraid that I was not a beautiful jade, so I didn't dare to work hard to ponder it, but I half-believed that I was a beautiful jade, so I refused to be mediocre and rubble. As a result, there was gradually a psychology of "escaping the world" and "leaving the dust". As a result, resentment and shame are allowed to grow into cowardly self-esteem. Perhaps the saddest thing in life is that you are obviously mediocre but unwilling to be mediocre in your life.

Life rejects not the ordinary, but the mediocre.

In this water curtain cave, a tall man in golden armor looked down on an ordinary boy.

Soon, the scene changed as if it were frozen in frame. The man in the golden armor took away the halo of Yan Ling wearing the golden armor and sat upright on the stone chair. The lame boy kneels on his left knee and nods his head to the ground.

"The master is above, and the disciples are promoted and bowed three times!", the sonorous and powerful kowtow reverberated endlessly, and lasted for a long time.

"Get up. After that, you are not allowed to kneel to others. ”

Immediately, there was a lot of chatter in the cave, and a group of monkeys jumped out. Cheer around the flamboyance.

Zhang Yang seems to be still in a dream, and he is suspicious of all kinds of foxes around him. The first thought in my heart was, should I clean up? The monkey king sitting on the top rarely smiled.

Clean up the fart!

The heart is like a mirror platform, there is nothing in the first place, where is the dust?