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The demon Brahma stood on the top of the mountain, pressing a three-foot sword in his hand, hunting in a purple robe, and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, but his demeanor was still unique. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He is very powerful, but if he wants to kill a demon beast in the half-immortal realm, he will have to pay a lot of price.

Wang Wu stood beside him, coughing constantly, but his eyes looked a hundred miles away, looking at the location of Qingcheng from afar.

In the eyes of an earth immortal like him, an ordinary boy is as dazzling as the scorching sun in the sky.

In his eyes, a cloud of black gas around the boy did not disperse, slowly integrated into the boy's body, and with the convergence of this black gas, above the boy's head, the five qi opened towards the yuan, the three flowers gathered on the top, the jewels surrounded the surroundings, a round of scorching sun hanging, the sound of Sanskrit sounds, the sound of books, seventy-two peaks towards the big top, ten thousand golden lotus flowers open in the wind, showing all kinds of auspiciousness.

Datang is a country based on water virtue and advocates black, this black gas is not something else, it is Datang's luck.

Qi luck is an ethereal thing, but the earth immortals have already worked to create and penetrate, and their eyes are broken through yin and yang, and they can glimpse the flow of qi luck.

Wang Wu said loudly: "Tang Zhiming has given this piece of Tang luck to this young man, and there is about one day, he will be able to completely integrate into the young man's body, and at that time, this young man will be burdened with the fortune of the country, and become one of the few people in the world with great luck, and the future is limitless." ”

Demon Brahma sneered and said: "The reincarnation of cause and effect can still be reversed, what about atmospheric luck, if he himself is not that material, he can't become a climate with atmospheric luck, the road of the strong is all on his own, for hundreds of thousands of years in the world, have you ever heard of anyone who preaches the Tao with the left way?" ”

Wang Wu pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "What you said is not bad, but this foreign object is like luck and karma, it is not an ordinary left side door, after all, it can save people a lot of effort, take a lot of detours, and cultivate the way, but it is to take your life with the sky, save time, isn't this just taking your life in the hands of God?" You are a genius in the sky, and you are in the prime of life, you can't realize it, a bad old man like me, if you can get the blessing of atmospheric luck back then, I am afraid that the achievement will not stop with the earth immortals. ”

Demon Brahma shook his head, and did not agree with Wang Wu's opinion, "In the eyes of the younger generation, if you really get the blessing of atmospheric luck, you may not be able to step into the earth immortal, and foreign objects are foreign objects after all. ”

Wang Wu didn't argue with the demon Brahma either, and there was a contemplative look in his eyes, "Perhaps, what you said is right. ”

He glanced at the demon Brahma and said, "Didn't you always want to include this young man under your command, why don't you meet this young man?" Doing good deeds without leaving a name is not like your demon Brahma style. ”

Demon Brahma smiled, "Now, isn't this young man in my hands?" If you are included in the command, you don't necessarily have to follow me, but now it is enough to make a good relationship. ”

Demon Brahma thought for a while, and then said: "This interaction with people is like an old farmer planting crops, I sowed the seeds, as for whether there can be a harvest, it depends on the time of day, look at the land, if this young man is unkind, born against the bones, no matter how much I pay, what is the use, it is not the same grain and no harvest." ”

Wang Wu nodded, as if smiling, "Yes, what you demon Brahma needs is a powerful helper, now this young man, even the government has not been opened, what is the use of empty luck, if this young man is a waste, nothing can be done, it is useless, just let it fend for itself, if it is a genius, amazing talent, no matter how much you give, it is just the icing on the cake." ”

Demon Brahma glanced into the distance and bowed slightly: "A bowl of medicine, a cage of steamed buns, and half a volume of Yan Dragon Recipe are enough, let's wait and see." ”

.....

Qingcheng felt very fortunate that after a night of wind and rain, this thatched house has been standing firm and has not collapsed, so that he has a place to live and does not have to sleep in the rain.

The thatched hut is not big, last night I listened to the wind and rain, and I didn't sleep all night, but Qingcheng did not feel sleepy, but felt clear and energetic, full of infinite strength and energy.

At this time, Qingcheng was holding a palm-sized piece of paper in his hand, and on the paper, it was densely filled with small characters, although the font was small, it was like a relief carving, which was very clear.

The words are as agile as living creatures, revealing infinite mysteries, as if revealing a mysterious world.

This is the recipe for cultivating immortals!

Qingcheng was shocked, he couldn't speak for a long time, he didn't expect that this Engong was so generous to himself, not only saved his own life, but also left such precious treasures under the steamed bun cage.

Even though Qingcheng grew up in a poor place such as a slum, he also knew deeply the power and glory of the monks, who were the guests of the generals and princes, and were highly courteous.

And the reason why a monk can become a monk, control a powerful force, knock his fingers to immortality, and change the color of heaven and earth in a snap of his fingers is because he has mastered the method of cultivating immortals.

The cultivation method is the stepping stone to enter the martial arts world, the first threshold.

Weak human beings can tear tigers and leopards alive, cover the sky with one hand, and break the moon with one finger, all of which are based on this, and the level of achievement in the future can only be seen in the talent of luck and hard work.

Qingcheng trembled with excitement and couldn't help himself.

He never imagined that one day he would be able to obtain the Immortal Cultivation Technique and have the qualifications to enter the world of cultivators.

He knew very well that with his background, it would be impossible for him to get the magic of cultivating immortals in his whole life, become a monk, and he could only eat and wait for death for the rest of his life.

Immortal Dao, in the hands of wealthy families, only a few fish that have slipped through the net, can be clothed and preached, become a strong immortal, and be respected by hundreds of millions of people.

In this world, how unfair, the poor get poorer, the generation cannot turn over, the rich get richer, and generations are prosperous and rich.

Qingcheng's eyes suddenly became hot, and his palms clenched tightly.

"It's a good thing, Uncle said that the time will come and go, heaven and earth will work together, and my Qingcheng is going to turn over."

Qingcheng tried his best to calm himself down, and quietly looked at the small characters on the big paper of the palm, only to see that this small paper was only the size of a palm, but there were more than 10,000 words.

It's just that this dense collection of more than 10,000 words, obscure, what yellow buds and millet rice, seven times back and nine turns, Qingcheng who saw it had an extreme headache, and he couldn't understand it at all, he wasn't in a hurry, just rote memorization, write it down first.

Slum people, most of them are muddy and waiting for death, vulgar, and there are naturally few literate people, Qingcheng is one of those few people.

Whenever the sun sets, it is a rare free time for him and his uncle, the uncle often sits on the threshold, draws a symbol on the ground with a dead branch, and reads it to him, and later he knows that it is called Chinese characters, which is the text used by the powerful Celestial Empire that almost dominated the world ten thousand years ago, and the Celestial Empire has long been buried in the long river of time, becoming the past that future generations recall, but the civilization it created has been passed down from generation to generation.

"It seems that this volume of cultivation recipes, the name is called Yanlong Recipes, and Engong is willing to bring it to people like me, and it won't be such a precious recipe in the future."

Qingcheng meditated in his heart, his eyes at a glance.

He didn't know that this volume of magic that he didn't think was very precious, in the Great Yan Heavenly Dynasty, only the royal family could practice, and it was the cornerstone of the Great Yan Heavenly Dynasty's strength and prosperity for thousands of years.

Yanlong Jue has more than 10,000 words, and the tea kung fu has been read, the corners of Qingcheng's mouth are hooked, and there is a happy smile between his eyebrows and eyes, and he will never forget it, this is not a boast.

Half a volume of flame dragon recipe, memorize it by heart!

He thought about it for a while, and knew that this kind of cultivation method must be very peculiar, one word difference, a thousand miles wrong, not daring to be careless, silently reciting it in his heart, comparing it with the small words on the paper one by one, and then reading it twice again, after making sure that there was no mistake, he breathed a sigh of relief and tore the paper into shreds.

Piff is not guilty of his guilt!

In ordinary immortal cultivation techniques, they are all treasures.

Qingcheng understood this truth, and did not dare to leave the paper, for fear that the strong man would find out, take away the trick, and end up with a small life.

He glanced at the crumbs in his hand, clumped them into a small ball, and swallowed them in one gulp.

In the slums for thirteen years, bark and grass roots are rare to eat good things, when he is hungry he has eaten mud, a piece of paper, he opened his mouth and swallowed it naturally.

Qingcheng walked around the thatched house carefully, made sure that Engong was not leaving anything good, clapped his hands, and said: "Okay, since Engong didn't appear, there must be a reason for him, I don't care, it's not too late to repay you for your success in the future, it's time to leave." ”

Qingcheng rolled up the remaining steamed buns in a piece of cloth, carried them behind him, and turned around and left the hut.

On the top of the high mountain, the demon Brahma kept looking at the young man, and followed the young man out of the thatched hut until he was reckless in the forest.

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