"If grievances are clear and the world is clear, you can be a god; Yin and yang are intertwined, and human feelings are practiced, and only then is the immortal. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info inch of earth! ”

"What an inch of earth! When my brother came, he just thought that this was just a wild monk, and he set up a place to practice here. It's just that today I just looked at these few twenty-seven words, but I didn't dare to look down on it anymore. ”

In front of the inch-square earth mountain, under a boulder, at this time, Qi Hao took Lin Jingyu to look at the line of words on the boulder, and sighed.

"I don't understand." Lin Jingyu shook his head.

"You've only been in business for three years, and you naturally don't understand many things, but you might as well write down these twenty-seven words, maybe it will be of great benefit to suddenly remember it one day!"

Seeing Lin Jingyu shaking his head ignorantly, Wu Hao didn't force it, but he was very concerned about this junior brother and asked him to write down these words.

"Two babies, the face is very raw, why, do you want to go up to the mountain to learn art?"

The ghost yin has been standing for five years, and Lao Huang, who has been guarding the mountain for five years, has never left the foot of the mountain, at this time, looking at the two young people who are one big and one small in front of the stone at the foot of the mountain, what are they going to talk about, so he slowly walked and asked.

Wu Hao is now in his seventies, but the life span of a cultivator is too long, and it doesn't matter if others call him a baby at this time. And Lin Jingyu himself is a little teenager, so naturally it doesn't matter.

"Old man, the next two are disciples of Qingyunmen, so they didn't come to ask."

"Oh? It turned out to be Qingyun Immortal, but it was disrespectful. ”

Lao Huang has seen a lot of immortals in the past few years, and the youngest Zhang Xiaohu is still taught by him from time to time. So although he saluted, he didn't have the kind of awe that mortals should have, which made Wu Hao secretly surprised.

I was surprised but didn't think much about it, just said goodbye to Lao Huang and wanted to go up the mountain.

"By the way, old man, is the handwriting on this boulder engraved by the Master of Inches?" For some reason, Wu Hao had already walked to the top of the stone steps, but he suddenly asked Lao Huang behind him.

"Oh, these words? This is Huang Zixiang, the eldest disciple of the Cunfang Immortal, that kid is deliberately fiddling, where would the Cunfang Immortal do such a boring thing. Lao Huang said, hitting Wu Hao to death.

"Mu~."

"Senior brother, look at you, there is an old cow climbing up on this 10,000-mile cliff."

"See, let's go up the mountain." Out of the corner of his eye, he watched an old scalper climb a cliff, and in the clouds above the cliff was a yellow horse looking at the old ox with a mocking face. Wu Hao's heart was trembling, this was simply a refinement! But how many years has it been since the establishment of an inch of soil, and there are animals that have become sperm, which is really a shadow on people's hearts.

Wu Hao didn't dare to look at it, he was afraid that if he looked at it again, his cultivation would not advance but retreat.

"Master, the government of Luoyang City has sent a letter again." At the top of the mountain, at this time, Ghost Yin was still dressed in white, sitting under a huge peach tree and slowly sipping tea. On the opposite side of the ghost yin, Huang Zixiang was holding an ancient book from the hand of the ghost yin and reading it with relish, while Zhang Xiaohu was holding an unknown sword and complaining to the ghost yin there.

"What letter?" Ghost Yin looked up at Zhang Xiaohu and asked.

"The junior brother has gone to kill corrupt officials again, and the officials of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty are frightened, please spare your life, master."

"Where's your Iron Brother?" Zhang Xiaohu's junior brother started on the seventh day of Zhang Xiaohu's entry, which is called Yan Han.

Yan Han was also a hard-working child, and his parents died early because of his gambling habits. So Yan Han was sad and began to seek death, but the sky did not disobey the people's hearts, and Yan Han, who died several times and did not die, looked at the inch of soil one day and had the idea of jumping from the top of the mountain to commit suicide. So he climbed the mountain for a day, but he didn't die, but he got enlightenment and became a monk.

It's just that after becoming a monk, his heart has not changed, and he is bound to kill the wicked people in the world and save the broken family in the world, so now he is nicknamed Iron-faced Yama. It's the bad people scolding him, and the good people praising him.

"I'm going to catch the little junior brother, I guess I'm almost at the foot of the mountain now."

"Isn't that the end of it? It is the wicked who are killed, so why oppose it? Senior brother, I think it is necessary for you to learn from the younger brother, and practice hard in the mountains every day, what does it mean? Huang Zixiang said while reading.

"Aren't you the same? In addition to holding a book every day to improve the realm, what else do you do? ”

"The big rock down the mountain."

"Boring."

"Alright, you two don't have to argue. Zixiang, there is a guest coming, you go and greet it. "Seeing that these two disciples with the highest cultivation are arguing every day, the ghost yin is also depressed by the noise. At this time, Qingyunmen came down, just to divert the energy of the two of them.

put away the book, glanced at Zhang Xiaohu, and motioned to follow him, Huang Zixiang walked out. Behind him, although Zhang Xiaohu was a hundred unwilling, he still silently followed.

"Master, someone brought it." After a while, Huang Zixiang came back, with a person behind him, but Zhang Xiaohu was missing.

"Where's Xiaohu?" The ghost is weird.

"I met a kid named Lin Jingyu, and the two were childhood playmates, so they talked outside. It's just that Xiaohu doesn't want to say the name of the enemy, but I'm afraid that the two of them will also break up unhappily. ”

Looking out of the door, Huang Zixiang shook her head with some concern, afraid that something would go wrong with Zhang Xiaohu.

"Boy Wu Hao, I've seen the Venerable Master." While the two were talking, Wu Hao on the side said hello to the ghost yin.

"Don't be restrained, sit at will, I can't do the vain etiquette of the world, as long as everyone loves each other, there are not so many courtesies."

"Thank you, Venerable Master, for your sitting." Clenching his fists again, Wu Hao sat on a futon. It's just that it's done very well, which is diametrically opposed to Huang Zixiang's crooked appearance of sitting there with her back against a small peach tree.

"Wu Haoxian's nephew, I don't know what happened to me this time?" Seeing Wu Hao sit down, Ghost Yin asked.

"My Qingyunmen happened to coincide with the big competition held in that Jiazi, at this time the inch of land was in full swing in Luoyang, and it was a neighbor of Qingyunmen, so the head of the sect asked me to come and pass on a message for the Venerable Master, hoping that the Venerable Master would be able to come by then."

Getting up, Wu Hao clenched his fists again and told the truth about this ghost yin.

"Well, I'll go in that case." took out a few aura-filled peaches from the ring, and Ghost Yin waved his hand and sent them to Wu Hao.

The peaches were still planted in the rings when the ghost yin was not paraded, and there were still a few bamboos, apricot trees and plum trees at that time, all of which were earlier than the medicinal materials in those rings, and at this time, the almost liquefied aura in the rings had already been assimilated into real fairy things.

"Some things that the elders meet, don't have to shirk."

Seeing Wu Hao's eyes glaring at these peaches that were enough to make him grow and be puzzled for a while, Ghost Yin said casually.

"Thank you for the Venerable Master's reward." At this time, Wu Hao practiced the Qingyun Spell Yuqing Seventh Layer, if he could get these peaches, at least it would be the Eighth Layer of Yuqing, and he still accepted it after thinking about it.

"Grinding and chirping, they all say that we don't have so many courtesies in every inch of land, really."

Looking at Wu Hao's ink, Huang Zixiang on the side couldn't help but say this, which made the atmosphere a little embarrassing.

"Stinky boy, you're talkative. Perhaps, Wu Haoxian's nephew, among the disciples of Qingyun, your cultivation should be ranked second, why don't you compare with my big disciple? Anyway, if you lose, Zixiang and my founding disciple will naturally be biased, and you won't be ashamed. If I win, I don't care about face anyway, and it's okay. ”

"This?" Wu Hao didn't know how to solve it for a while.

"Oh? It's okay, it's annoying to fight with a few juniors every day, why don't we compare? Listening to the competition, Huang Zixiang instantly understood the idea of the ghost yin. So he stood up and saluted Wu Hao, and then the folding fan gently swung and went directly to Wu Hao, so that the other party was not comparable.

Wind blades, heavenly fire, snowflakes, frost, these are some of Huang Zixiang's basic means.

Ice wall, this is Wu Hao's unchanging trick for thousands of years.

It's just that the two of them are struggling, so they don't use much force in their hands. So although it is beautiful, it is flashy.

"Master, how's that?"

Wu Hao left, and at this time, Zhang Xiaohu may still be carrying hatred alone outside, and Huang Zixiang sat there looking at Ghost Yin and asked.

"You used three layers of five layers of force, Wu Hao used five layers of force, and the two of them couldn't fight. In this game, you have a slight advantage. Oni Yin nodded and spoke.

"In this case, our strength is only a few inches short of Qingyun's strength at this time." Sitting there, Huang Zixiang thought for a moment and said. But then I thought of something, and spoke again a little dimly.

"It's just that thousands of Dao methods have their own strengths. Although the several exercises practiced by our sect were made up by the master because of their talents, they inherited the shortcomings of the master, if the people of Qingyunmen flew into the sky, what would we do? When they are scoundrels, we can't help it. After all, if we spend a lot of effort to launch long-range means, we lose a step. ”

"What's so hard about that? You've said that there are thousands of ways and you have your own strengths, do you see this peach tree behind me? In the past five years, you have been struck by thunder and fire more than 700 times, and you only need to break a scorched branch, and then the skill of guiding thunder will instantly increase several times. If they dare to fly in the sky, you don't dare to cut them down? ”

"Huh? This peach tree is the treasure of the refining weapon? Huang Zixiang's eyes widened.

"Not really. Because it is not as good as the hundred bamboos in the back mountain, your junior brother's Nine Heavens Divine Soldier Listening Bamboo Sword is made of a branch on a bamboo tree. The ghost laughed playfully.

"Come on, master, tell me about the peach, I haven't seen it yet. If I rob you, I guess I'll dare to challenge Dao Xuan right away. ”

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