Even if it is to open a sect and accept disciples, then naturally there are criteria for selecting disciples. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe top of the hill is towering into the sky, with only a small staircase running through it. The ghost yin didn't set up anything else, but just used a little means on the steps, as long as someone stepped on the steps, then the person would carry different weights according to his physique, but anyone who could go up the mountain, unless he had great perseverance, couldn't.

So I came to this world for two years, and I received apprentices every year, but only the two teenagers in the first year stood on the top of this square inch of land.

So now, there are only two disciples. The eldest disciple Huang Zixiang is a child of a scholarly family, and he has a stubbornness, but he is gentle and elegant on weekdays. The second disciple Li Tie is a child of a Zhuang family, and he has a stubborn temper in his heart, but he is filial and filial on weekdays, and he is righteous, so although he has just practiced in the past two years, the reputation of this inch of land is rising day by day under his reasons.

At least, in Luoyang City, people often rank Qingyun Square Inch as the first, making Qingyun Mountain's popularity half dead. And Luoyang is the capital of the world, and with the growth of Fang Cun's name in Luoyang, countless people slowly know about it.

But these ghosts don't bother to pay attention to it, or they don't have the time to pay attention.

"Master, Fang Cai Xiaotie said that he found the figure of a monk in Caomiao Village, and he felt that the other party was a master, and his appearance was suspicious, so he sent me a message to tell me."

"Oh? Caomiao Village? ”

After being stunned for a moment, Ghost Yin looked at Huang Zixiang who came in and said, "Then did he say that his magic weapon was found?" ”

After coming here for so long, there was no news of the destruction of Caomiao Village, and Ghost Yin only thought that he had come early, but at this time, Li Tie's message let him know that the big drama of Zhuxian was finally about to start. In order not to arouse the suspicion of his own disciple, Ghost Yin pulled the topic aside.

"I found it, but this shape, hehe, master, don't laugh when you say it. Xiao Tie found an extraterrestrial meteorite, but it took forty-nine days to make it into a sickle with a length of one zhang, hahahaha, it really laughed at me... ”

Huang Zixiang sat down in front of the small table in front of Ghost Yin, and then poured a cup of tea for Ghost Yin, and got a cup herself. said that he didn't let the ghost laugh, but he laughed heartily.

"Scythe? There's nothing to laugh at, don't you see that if the scythe is called death, it makes sense? Oniyin stood up and walked out.

Since there is already a monk in Caomiao Village, it is time for him to move around.

"Uh, Death's Scythe?" The folding fan opened with a snap, this was the magic weapon given to him by the ghost yin, Huang Zixiang began to taste that feeling, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it seemed to be very domineering, which made him very entangled.

"Master~! Where are you going? ”

After the entanglement, it was found that the ghost yin was no longer there, and only the jujube yellow horse was left to grow its tail at this time, and then quickly retracted. So, when he couldn't find the ghost yin anymore, he stood on the top of the mountain and screamed loudly.

"Study your homework well, I haven't moved for a long time as a teacher, and I just happen to have nothing to do, so I'll go to the grass temple to have a look."

Halfway up the mountain, the sound of retreat sounded.

"The Venerable Master is going out?"

At the foot of the mountain, there is an old man, who is the old man who sent Jin Qianliang to the ghost yin, but the old man is not used to the life of a landlord, so after passing the family wealth to his son, he went to the foot of the mountain to voluntarily become a mountain guard.

"Exactly," Ghost Yin smiled and nodded, but then suddenly said, "Lao Huang, your cow has run away." ”

Listening to the words of the ghost yin, the old man hurriedly looked back, and found that his baby cow was motionless, and at this time he was waiting for his eyes to stare at his own big eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. didn't look back, he knew that he wouldn't be able to find the ghost yin when he turned around, because this kind of thing had happened several times, but every time he was fooled.

The time was sunset in the afternoon, and Ghost Yin was lying on the thatched hut of a family in Caomiao Village with Lingshuang Sword in his arms, holding a thatch in his mouth, looking at the grass temple not far away, at this time, several children were chasing and fighting, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but crack a cheerful smile.

It's just that the smile comes and goes quickly, as if he is afraid that others will see what he is calculating at this time.

"Boom~!"

Before I knew it, it was late at night, and it was raining heavily, and a black-robed man on the grass temple over there, with a Qingyun Dao technique, exposed his identity as a pine. A monk has a six-character mantra and tells the ghost yin that his name is Puzhi.

Unexpectedly, Cangsong left, and Puzhi chased. Just watched Pu Zhi come back with red eyes after a while, and at this time he was beaten by the rain and still walked towards the village, Ghost Yin silently got down from the house, and then escaped to the outside of the village, silently calculating the time.

"Ah~!"

"Help~!"

"Don't kill me, no..."

The melodious voice in the village sounded, and it was a kind of hellish cry when others drove it, but the ghost yin listened to it with relish. It's just that I feel that the voice in this village is getting weaker and weaker, and knowing that there is no sound, Ghost Yin suddenly jumped on a tree branch.

"Old monk, stop me!"

The rolling sound, like thunder, directly shocked Pu Zhi, who was about to kill the last child at this time, and also made Pu Zhi regret it for a while. But since he has reached this point, what can he do if he doesn't continue to walk?

Dressed in white, the ghost yin rushed in, and countless rains behind him exploded out of thin air, adding a bit of momentum to him.

It's not too late to kill the child, but this person who came broke his face, but he had to kill him!

"Boom!"

A pair of fleshy palms hit the Lingshuang Sword, Pu Zhi is a person who survives after all, how can he withstand the blow of the ghost yin? So under this blow, Puzhi was beaten back again and again after all.

At the same time, the ghost yin is indomitable, so that Puzhi has no respite.

呲~。

With a crisp sound, the Frost Sword slashed through the flesh. Seeing that Pu Zhi was already injured at this time, Ghost Yin stopped and began to take a large number of Pu Zhi carefully. However, this move of the ghost yin made Pu Zhi shocked but overjoyed, and he suddenly felt in his heart that the ghost yin did not know his identity, so he covered his face and walked towards the grass temple.

"You're an Inch Immortal?"

Caomiao Village is the birthplace of the son of luck, so there is a kind of bell spirit shrouded in it. At this time, the child who was fortunate enough to survive for a long time, looking at the friendly face of the white clothes of the ghost yin, was no longer afraid for a while, but asked the ghost yin with his eyes in the eyes.

"It's the Venerable Master," picked up the child, steamed the rain on the child's clothes, and slowly put the head of the opposite hair into his arms.

"It's me who is late, if I hadn't been late, how could I have let the people of Tianyin Temple do such a heartbreaking thing!" The ghost yin nose twitched slightly with his words, as if he was sad and wanted to cry. And the child in his arms raised his head at this time and opened his mouth to the ghost yin.

"Uncle Fairy, Xiaohu didn't cry."

Gritting his teeth, although the child had red eyes, he really didn't cry. This is a child who is even more stubborn than Zhang Xiaofan, the son of luck, so few children like him.

"Uncle Fairy, can you take me as an apprentice?"

"Yes."

Looking at the child's stubbornness, the ghost nodded heavily.

"Then I'll be able to get revenge."

There was hope for revenge, and the child, who called himself Little Tiger, fainted. But the ghost yin smiled, looking at the corpses all over the ground, laughing so evilly.

In the early morning of the next day, Huang Zixiang and Li Tie, who had just returned, went to Caomiao Village to collect the corpse, and met the questioning of Qingyunmen and Zhang Xiaofan, they wanted to know who did it, but Huang Zixiang just said that his junior brother Zhang Xiaohu didn't say it, and he had to avenge himself. Let Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu know that there is a playmate in Caomiao Village who he doesn't like and is not dead.

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