Lu Ming was obediently wrapped in the gray curtain, and under the leadership of the handsome young man, he walked through the gray mist, and the gray light curtain seemed to come from the same source as the gray mist, blending like water. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The chaotic gray fog is extremely thick, and it is impossible to see the edge, and according to the handsome young man, this is a gap in space, and it is a great magical power that the Nine Heavens of the Yuan Infant Stage may comprehend, even if the Yuan Infant Eight Heavens enters it, it is easy to get lost, which makes Lu Ming dare not make any rash moves.

In the gray mist, the thick and heavy gray has no hopeful color, there is a dead silence, gray is the only color here, extremely monotonous, if you get lost in it, it is easy to go crazy in the dreary.

As far as the eye can see, there is no reference, I don't know the passage of time, and I can't measure it.

I don't know how long it has been, Lu Ming's eyes widened suddenly, he saw a building, it was half a thatched hut, a few small fields, planted with more than a dozen spiritual plants, a small pond, an old man wearing a hat on his head, thin like chicken feet and a fishing rod in his hand.

Lu Ming's eyes were full of incredulity, in the gap of the dead space, half of the courtyard actually appeared, the aura was pervasive, rich as mist, the spirit plant swallowed the aura, the magic was very strange, how powerful the owner of this courtyard should be, Lu Ming couldn't imagine whether it would be even stronger than this handsome young man.

"How is this done?" Lu Ming's heart trembled, and he muttered to himself.

"This is a small space opened up in the gap of space, and the old man in front of him is almost immortal." The handsome young man's face was also solemn, and the pace of moving forward unconsciously slowed down a lot, looking cautious, as if he did not want to alarm the old man who was fishing, obviously this old man was extremely powerful, even if he was a great threat to Deathwing.

A spiritual power consumption is very large, although swallowing the pill to supplement some, but the burden on the body is not small, at the moment the body is physically and mentally exhausted, and a leisurely waiting, handsome young man does not want to have any accidents, once the battle, he still needs to be distracted to take care of Lu Ming, such a disadvantage, the battle of the same level, will be defeated, he can escape, but for Lu Ming, in such a space gap, it is simply fatal, it is impossible to survive.

"Dengxian ...... Dengxian ......" Lu Ming only had these two words left in his mind, as if he was enchanted, and a series of shocking changes finally made Lu Ming, who had cultivated to only half a step Jindan, a little unbearable, and the impact of "Dengxian" at this moment was inevitably distracted.

The old man with the fishing rod in his hand lowered his head, squinted his eyes slightly, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, which was a little difficult to understand, "The next generation of Deathwings?" ”

Although the handsome young man had been careful enough to even make a detour, he still couldn't get around.

The old man looked at the handsome young man with a smile on his face, "You are a guest from afar, you are physically and mentally exhausted, and the road ahead is difficult and dangerous, why not rest in the cold house for a while, and then continue on the road." "The sound is like a bell, full of energy, spreading in the void, and the transcendent cultivation is undoubtedly revealed.

The old man's voice contained a peculiar rhythm, which suddenly woke Lu Ming up from the brink of losing his mind.

The handsome young man's body stiffened, knowing that he couldn't hide, and there was a threat implied in his words, if he refused again, not only would he not have enough bearing, but the old man might also forcibly take out the guest, "So it will disturb." ”

The gray curtain dissipated, and the down-to-earth feeling made Lu Mingchang breathe a sigh of relief, and the moment he inhaled, he was instantly attracted by more than a dozen spiritual plants, his tongue was born, and the breath he spit out was rich and fragrant, refreshing and refreshing, and the rich aura that came to his face was more than that of Tianyun Peak.

"It's a poor family, so why bother." The old man stood up to greet him, not slacking off at all because he was two young people, his words were still sharp, although he was humble but sarcastic, and he didn't know the etiquette when he passed the door.

The handsome young man was not annoyed, but said with a serious face: "A thatched hut, three points of poor land, is indeed poor. ”

Lu Ming heard it, and Deathwing deliberately omitted the dozen or so obviously very advanced spirit plants and the small pond where the spiritual energy condensed into liquid, and secretly mocked the old man for pretending to be poor.

The old man nodded, as if agreeing, "Trapped in the poor land, you can only plant some crooked flowers and inferior grass, and talk about self-cultivation." Unceremoniously and sharply counterattacked, secretly mocking the handsome young man for having no eyes.

The two of them come and go, fighting with each other, like a shrew on the street, Lu Ming listened dumbfounded, many times he couldn't understand it with his knowledge, but he secretly remembered it in his heart, and the monk who reached the top of the mountain shed a sentence or two, which would be golden and jade good words, a lifetime of extraordinary experience and insight, and the layers of lofty transcendence.

No monk can hold the golden key to reach the top, which has experienced countless intrigues, bloody battles in ten directions, how can you see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain, although the descendants of the great forces have countless resources, with the care of the elders, the difficulty of reaching the top is much smaller, but it is also from the fight to reach the top.

After a long time, the two finally stopped, and the handsome young man sat cross-legged and meditated, not disgusted at all by sitting on the yellow mud ground.

"Pear, don't serve tea yet." The old man craned his neck and shouted towards the hut.

After a while, there was a village girl in Fang, blushing, and walked out of the half-thatched hut with a small coffee table, Lu Ming consciously went up to help, and the hand was extremely heavy, almost losing an adult, obviously this small coffee table seems inconspicuous but it is not ordinary.

The village girl is extremely ordinary, but she is sixteen or seventeen years old, broken melons and jasper, without the appearance of a country and a city, nor the appearance of a sinking fish and a goose, but her ordinary facial features are blended together, but she is very attractive, and her delicate eyes reveal an aura.

In the world of monks full of handsome men and beautiful women, it is really rare for an ordinary village girl to come out, Lu Ming couldn't help but take a few more looks, Li'er's cultivation was impossible for him to see through at all, but he faintly felt that it should not have reached the Yuan Infant Period, and if he couldn't distinguish the monks above the Yuan Infant Stage after tens of thousands of yuan of infancy, it would really be in vain.

The old man's face was proud, and he said, "What, my pear, is not half a point worse than your heir." ”

The handsome young man suddenly realized, "It turns out that this Dongwu stranger fishing Lao Su is not trying to compete for this Lu Ming. Secretly relieved, but his face was silent, carefully examining the pear in front of him boiling water and making tea, and only nodded solemnly after a while, with rare sincerity.

The old man was even more proud, and turned to Lu Ming, "How about it, is the young man interested in changing a master, I have a pear for you to be your companion, and you don't have to follow Deathwing to deal with the bad crow every day, huh... Wrong. The old man looked at Lu Ming suspiciously.

He saw early on that Lu Ming was a pure human being, but almost every generation of Deathwing was a crow in the demon clan, such as jackdaw, raven, white crow, etc., and occasionally half-breeds were also with crow blood, but Lu Ming in front of him was out-and-out, pure human blood, not mixed with any demon blood.

He muttered to himself: "Could it be that this generation of Deathwing is going to be replaced by a human race, so he is not afraid of inheritance rebellion?" ”

"When." Li'er angrily threw the teacup down in front of the old man, the teacup collided with the coffee table, there was a metal clash sound, a faint spark flashed, and she said coquettishly, "Eat your tea, so much to say." ”

The old man picked up the empty teacup with some embarrassment, and said with a flattering smile: "My pear is so cute, so it is not cheap to be the heir of this dead crow." ”

Deathwing turned a deaf ear, sat quietly and breathed aura, fishing Lao Su mistakenly thought that Lu Ming was the descendant of the next generation of Deathwing, which was exactly what he wanted, and he didn't want to argue and lead him to explore, but it would give rise to more accidents.