Yangcheng became a dead city, which was handled simply and crudely, and the corpse was burned with fire. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Qingzhi begged Ning Yulang to burn the Chen family and Uncle Guo Zi alone, personally carved a small tombstone, knelt down to thank him for taking care of him for nearly a year, and recited the mantra of death in the hope that they could be reincarnated as soon as possible. After a brief tidying up, follow the two on the road.

Ning Yulang is a disciple of the master of the Transformation Period, the real pride of the sky, and Chen Ping is a disciple of the Yuan Infant Monk, both of them are disciples of the Haoran Sect, and their cultivation is comparable. The world of cultivating immortals only talks about cultivation as seniority, and they are often from the same master's background, and because of the gap in cultivation, there will be a situation where the identities of junior and senior brothers will be exchanged.

It is said that this Ning Yulang is not only handsome in appearance and kind in personality, but also has excellent talent, and is about to break through the Jindan period within a hundred years, and he is also a leader among the four major schools. It is said that no one is perfect, he is good at everything, but the road idiot is a headache. Before going out, the senior brother explained in detail, don't set any destination, just walk around, anyway, you won't be able to get there. Qing Zhi took shit luck, and met Ning Yulang to travel to Fanchen to exercise his state of mind.

Ning Yulang took out a piece of feather and waved his hand, and the feather instantly became larger in the air. Qing Zhi followed with her eyes wide open, this is the real magic weapon, okay, Xiaoye's kind should be used to pad the soles of shoes.

"Brother Ning, this is the magic weapon." In the past two days, Qingzhi has used a stinky and shameless spirit to force people to give common sense of popular science and cultivating immortals. The magic weapon is divided into magic weapons, treasure weapons, spiritual weapons, innate magic weapons, and immortal weapons. Innate magic weapons are rare, immortal weapons have almost never been seen, and each grade is also divided into upper, middle, and lower levels. The cultivation level is divided into the Qi training period, the foundation building period, the Jindan period, the Yuan infant period, and the god transformation period in the future, which is to experience the heavenly tribulation and become an immortal, it is said that there is a division after becoming an immortal, and then it is a god, immortal and immortal, and the same life as heaven and earth, this continent has not been soared for 10,000 years, and more have become legends later. Qing Zhi is now practicing Qi fifth-layer minor cultivators, those are still too far away from her, and she still cares about this feather at the moment.

Ning Yulang's heart moved, the feathers slowly fell, and he hugged Qing Zhi and said with a smile: "This is a flying treasure, called Sanyu." ”

"Three urgent? Why? "What a weird name, go to the toilet?

Chen Ping flew a sword on the couch, nodded and led the way. Ning Yulang smiled mysteriously, jumped on his feathers, and opened his mouth to say, "Urgent, urgent, urgent." The three rushed up, the speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was about to surpass Chen Ping's flying sword, and slowly slowed down, he glanced at the little girl, what does it mean, right?

Qing Zhi nodded desperately, just now made her stomach juice tumble, almost vomited, looked sideways, the sparse feathers clearly saw the mountains below, and it was uncomfortable again, holding the man's arm tightly, closing her eyes and pretending to be dead.

Ning Yulang sat there with his back to him, his arms on his knees, his fingers dexterously fiddling with a section of bamboo, his long ink-colored hair was raised high by the jade crown, and a few strands of disobedient long hair fell down, flying in front of his eyes like stars, and the whole person exuded a chic and casual.

Qing Zhi looked a little stunned, such a handsome fairy. Ning Yulang approached mysteriously, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, his smile was more dazzling than the warmest summer sun, and asked, "Am I good-looking?" ”

"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Qingzhi was bewildered by the beauty, and nodded vigorously in agreement. This guy is even more handsome than the stars he has seen in his previous life, the mysterious and ethereal temperament of the immortal cultivator, coupled with that sunny smile, the combination of the two temperaments on him, is really graceful and beautiful as jade.

The bamboo knot in his hand was lightly knocked and said, "Do you know that a man is good-looking at a young age?" You're still a Buddha, shouldn't your mind be like water? ”

Qing Zhi touched her head, rubbed it over little by little, and said with a smile: "Brother Ning, I am cultivating as I like, and my sincerity is like stopping water, what else am I cultivating?" You are already extraordinary, I call it appreciation, besides, people are only seven years old this year, okay? ”

Ning Yulang was very happy to hear it, and threw the meter-long bamboo knot in his hand, "I will give it to you, it will be a greeting gift." ”

Qing Zhi fiddled with his appearance a few times in his hand, how do you look at it, it's all ordinary bamboo, a dog stick? With a questioning face, he asked, "What is this?" Mo is not a baby. "It's not that she is shameless, when she was injured, Ning Yulang took out the pill vigorously, and the injury that had to be recuperated for half a month would be fine in a few days, and Chen Ping's face on the side was green, and he really didn't look like a stingy person.

"This is the heavenly thunder bamboo that grows out of the Falei Temple, moistened by the Buddha's power every day, a hundred years of maturity, when it grows up, there will be a heavenly thunder falling, and the solid and abnormal general treasure can not be broken."

It's a good thing, there are burnt marks on the bamboo joints, so it's not too conspicuous. Qing Zhi's eyes were almost gone, but she didn't expect him to be so generous, and said, "Brother Ning, what effect does he have?" ”

"The effect?" Ning Yulang sat up and looked at the heart-warming smile, teased him, and said, "The tone of making a flute is particularly good." ”

"Tone, good timbre?" Qing Zhi stumbled over what she said, and almost bit her tongue.

Ning Yulang laughed, the laughter spread far away, and Chen Ping turned back frequently not far away. Pinching the little girl's somewhat stiff face, he said, "Lie to you, it can calm your mind and have a miraculous effect on ghosts." You are a Buddhist cultivator who is still afraid of ghosts, you can find someone to make a flute when you go back, and keep them scared to hide far away. ”

Qing Zhi doesn't care about being made fun of at all, now that she is poor and white, even if you give her a rag related to cultivating immortals, you have to put it away.

The three of them traveled all the way to the east, and after flying for three months, they crossed the Mortal Barrier and arrived at the Haoran Sect.

The hazy distant mountains, shrouded in a light veil, are full of shadows, and the mountains overlap in the misty clouds and smoke, like the undulating waves of the sea, turbulent and magnificent. Twelve mountain peaks are stacked on top of each other, and pavilions and pavilions rise from the ground, flickering in the clouds and mist.

At the foot of the mountain, a boulder stands in front of the mountain gate. The three words of Haoran Sect are written on it, and the font is like a quick knife, and the sharp edge is slightly exposed at the cutting edge.

In front of him, the man in white stood with his back to him, the long sword in his hand danced, swaying vertically and horizontally with the momentum of chopping waves, his wide sleeves flew freely and heroically, the writing was completed, and his figure rose into the air and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qing Zhi sighed with emotion, it turned out that this was the real immortal, and when she glanced at Ning Yulang beside her, she was instantly compared to scum.

Ning Yulang looked at me and said, "This is the ancestor of our Haoran Sect's Flying Ascension Sect, and he left an image 400,000 years ago to encourage children like you who are just getting started. ”

The gatekeeper monks came to say hello, Ning Yulang and Chen Ping were both elite disciples in the sect, and there was no shortage of attention wherever they went.

Ning Yulang patted Qingzhi on the shoulder, pointed ahead and said, "That's the entrance assessment office, you have to come on." ”

Looking at the winding mountain road, he nodded earnestly. The immortal road is long, will, experience, and heart are indispensable, although Ning Yulang can help her get started as an outer disciple, but Qingzhi still hopes to rely on herself. During this time, I deeply understood that instead of waiting for others to help, it is best to have my own strength.