Although Qingyunmen is the world's first cultivation sect, it is not to the level of transcendence after all, after all, no matter how high the Tao is, people also have to eat. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There are many disciples in Qingyunmen, and when they rarely receive remuneration for slaying demons and destroying demons externally, the money earned by selling elixirs to mortals is also a little beyond their means. In order to prevent the leakage of secret books, the sect also accepts orphans or children from small families who have no family background as disciples, so they cannot expect to squeeze out money from this aspect.

In order to solve this problem, which is embarrassing to say but also crucial, the first of each peak has organized the disciples of the seat to do business everywhere by traveling, such as Zeng Shuchang, the first seat of Fenghui Peak, and Xiao Yicai of Changmen are all good at making money; Although Shui Yue is a woman, her business skills are not bad; Long Shoufeng is a famous family in the door, although Tianyun and Shang Zhengliang are not as capable as the first few, they can also mix.

Only Tian Buyi's Dazhu Peak has the least number of people, and the disciples are the most stupid, including himself, none of them are business materials, fortunately, because there are few people, and the cost is not big, but Tian Buyi always thinks that the first seat of one of the seven veins is more shabby than a disciple in charge of Longshou Peak, and his heart is always not good.

Last year, a mysterious woman came to Dazhufeng to support the orphan, and brought a large amount of family property by the way, Tian Fatzi finally nodded after several considerations, and took the child under the door, but because of his natural charm, I am afraid that it will be a disaster if I see more people, just under the door Zhang Xiaofan has a brother in Changmen, ranked as a sword-wielding elder, with heavy authority and profound Taoism, so he put a spell on this little girl, as long as the mood is not clear and unblemished, she will subconsciously ignore her.

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At the top of Chaoyang Peak, the sun has risen to the highest, and the blazing sun fire is calmly sprinkled on the earth.

A wisp of cyan looms in the scorching sun and in the sea of clouds.

Over the years, he has no longer been obsessed with the rising sun, and he has given up his famous sword, and he is alone between the clouds and mountains, and one stop is a day.

In the past and present life, all kinds of fate, all kinds of grievances, are like clouds on the horizon, beautiful and illusory.

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Wudang Houshan, a young Taoist child, full of innocence, every moment of the burning of the furnace in front of him, calcined his Taoist heart, burning all kinds of hesitation and confusion one by one; Every blow under the sledgehammer also tempers his Dao heart, repeatedly tempered and tortured, from vague to clear, from wavering to firm.

The sword cast is not determined by people The sword shape has been formed, the sword intent has been formed, the sword heart has been born, and the heaven and earth are just given to the sword by his hand.

On the day of the sword, the sky thundered, and after the lightning storm, a dazzling golden light rushed through the clouds from the mountain behind Wudang.

The wind and clouds change, and the heavens and the earth shake.

In that instant, countless images flowed in front of my eyes.

Joyful, sad, showy, pale......

In the short life of more than 30 years spent in his previous life, the lands he walked through, the Wudang Mountain with the beautiful Han River, the Daming Rivers and Mountains with a hundred years of Chengping, the Beibi Mountain where the Yin Wind roared angrily and thousands of ghosts demanded their lives, and even the Infinite Realm of the Broken Void...... All kinds of scenery flashed by like a marquee.

It was as if I saw the figure of the master.

The old Taoist priest stood in front of Zixiao Palace and looked at him from a distance, his eyes seemed to be disappointed, but he also seemed to have another deep meaning, and after a while, he turned to face the statue of his ancestor Zhang Sanfeng, and did not look at him again.

He renounced the oath he had made in front of his master.

He was reluctant to continue walking along the smooth path laid down by his master.

There was a moment of hesitation, but the next moment he forcibly erased the guilt and sadness, and re-strengthened his mind.

The Dao heart has been achieved, even if there are thousands of difficulties and dangers, hundreds of thousands of calamities, what does it matter?

I should kill it with all my strength to open up the way to heaven!

The calm eyes of the people in Tsing Yi are getting farther and farther away, and through the ten thousand clouds and mist, they seem to see something more farther away.

That's where it all began.

It was a memory that had been buried on the Ascension Cliff for a long time, but it was clear one by one because the Tao had improved to an incredible level over the years.

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In the corridor of the school, the ordinary boy who was walking with a book suddenly turned around, his hair was stained with some early morning dewdrops, and he looked at him from afar, separated from the past and the present.

He is mediocre in school, he is silent and few words among his classmates, and he is ordinary and stubborn in the eyes of his parents.

Entangled in the young Mu Ai, he is shy, timid, and inferior.

………… and the one who sat in the heavy rain all night with his sister's posthumous photo.

It's all him, watching himself interpret his own joys, sorrows, sorrows, joys and sorrows in a small piece of land in the eastern part of the Asian continent, the third planet of the solar system, in the vast universe galaxy.

One glance is eighteen years, and one performance is 6,600 days and nights.

Until, I found a copy of "The Decree of the Gods of Life and Double Cultivation" brought back by my mother when she went to Qingcheng Mountain to incense at home.

This is not one of those immortal cultivation techniques in online novels, just a classic book of Taoism Quanzhenjiao, there is an old man selling old books in the Chengnan Market, and this book costs ten yuan a copy.

The man in Tsing Yi watched himself struggle to recognize the troublesome traditional Chinese characters in the book under the lamp, and watched him happily dance because of the occasional gain.

Then he laughed, heartfelt laughter that disturbed the void.

The lonely self who meditated in the university dormitory also laughed.

For decades, he immersed himself in the Taoist Tibet, practiced qi and meditated all day long, and devoted his precious youth to ethereal luxury, without friendship or love, and his parents left him for various reasons.

For decades, he held an obsession, but in the end he achieved nothing and died on the streets.

Calm your heart and ask yourself, do you regret it, do you feel pain?

Regret, regret is worse than death, pain, give yourself a hundred knives and don't have this moment of pain.

It's just that if everything starts all over again, it will still do it after all.

Obsession, madness, people and immortals, Tao and mortals, at this moment force people crazy.

"The only death through the ages of hardship, my generation is ruthless!"

A mantra was drunk, and with it came all the people I had seen in previous lives and in this life, those who were greedy, vain, senseless, and foolish.

Looking at them one by one, those familiar or forgotten faces, with a lot of emotions in their eyes, finally turned into a pool of clarity.

"It's my own choice, why regret it? In this life, there is no regret or retreat. ”

Tsing Yi Taoist, the tired harvest of the previous life, Li Chunyang in this life, waved his sleeves, thousands of illusions dissipated, and a ray of sunshine poured down from the clouds.

The eyes were slightly quiet, as far as the eye could see, the clouds and mist dispersed slowly and decisively, and at the foot of the mountain, a stone tablet pressed a person.

Li Chunyang smiled at the corner of his mouth, and seemed to sense something, he let out a startled sound, and suddenly took a step towards the cliff, and then his figure drifted away.

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Chaoyang Peak's lunch has passed, most of the disciples have returned to the clean room for a lunch break, the noon sun is already a little fierce, that is, they are a little tired, and their voices are weak.

Shang Yuan's eyes were closed, the sweat was wet again and again, the ground under his feet was a little wet, the corners of his mouth had dried up, his thick eyebrows hung on his forehead in vain, and the whole person's spirit was extremely weak.

Zeng Shushu was amazed, turned around him, opened the folding fan, shook his hair extremely coquettishly, and smiled proudly: "Yo, isn't this Shang Er stunned?" ”

Shang Yuan slowly opened his eyes, he didn't know where the spirit came from, and he scolded: "Wang Ba, surnamed Zeng, I will be your uncle!" ”

"Joy in suffering, happiness in suffering......" The person who comforted him was Tian Ling'er, she smiled helplessly on the surface, but actually gloated, "With such a tossing brother, you have to face everything with a very optimistic attitude." ”

Shang Yuan snorted: "What is a mere pile?" I've not been afraid of this since I was a child, and I'm angry that my grandson surnamed Zeng said last night that he would have a treat, but the old bustard slipped faster than a dog when he collected the money. ”

Zeng Shushu turned his head and said with a dry smile: "Senior brother, how did you feel last night?" ”

At the mention of this, Shang Yuan came to strength, and his face rippled: "Alas...... I'm still too good, I guess the two little girls from last night haven't gotten out of bed yet......"

His words came to an abrupt end, and the next moment, under the pity of everyone, a bolt of lightning burst out from the stone tablet on his head with lightning speed, baptizing him up and down.

There was a very dissatisfied cold snort from the mountain: "There is no respect for you, and you have to speak obscenities, Ah Yuan, you don't have to eat dinner today......"

The poor guy was given by the Taoist true law and his limbs were hundreds of bones, and he couldn't even change his posture, he could only hold his breath and shouted: "Senior brother, I was wrong!" ”

Lin Jingyu smiled, squatted aside, and looked at the second-in-command of Chaoyang Peak, who had only one breath left: "Cheer up, gentleman." ”

Several people at the foot of the mountain were taunting and frolicking with each other, or watching Shang Yuan's jokes. Suddenly, a fresh breeze came from the mountains, and the sound of pine was urgent, like a whisper.

The three of them looked solemn, and they saluted at the top of Chaoyang Peak.

"Since Senior Brother Chunyang has been invited, I'll go up the mountain quickly, don't be lazy."

Tian Ling'er grabbed the little junior sister's hand, bowed her head and said, "The elder gives, don't dare to resign, Senior Brother Shang, we will go up." ”

Lin Jingyu was even more exaggerated, he didn't know where to find a blue and clear, sharp divine soldier inserted on the ground, and said seriously: "Seeing the sword god, the dragon slashing didn't dare to be self-contained, so he untied the sword." ”

The other two looked at him like idiots, and even Shang Yuan, who had only one breath left, laughed in a low voice.

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Lin Jingyu silently put away the sword, his expression was as usual, as if nothing had happened just now, which caused Tian Ling'er to admire: "You can stretch and bend, you have no skin and no face, no wonder Qi Hao guards you like a thief." ”

Where would the thick-skinned young man care about this ridicule, he walked up the mountain, waved his sleeves and smiled lightly: "Boring people, nonsense." ”

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Chaoyang main hall, there is a string of rusty wind chimes hanging outside the hall, hoarse and silent, wind and rain and time have left too many imprints on it, a hundred years of time, no one will.

A parrot with variegated hair hanging in the corner, combed with an eclectic pattern of hair.

Non-mainstream, killing Matt, washing, cutting and blowing, bird's eyes are deep, occasionally screaming a few times, the meaning is unknown.

Li Chunyang was dressed in green clothes, damaged and damaged, sitting on the futon, looking at a few people who were coming, and the warmth in his smile became more and more obvious.

got up slowly, ignoring the etiquette of a few people, and set his eyes on the little girl he had never seen before.

Tian Ling'er was shocked, and hurriedly protected Ling Qingbo behind him: "Senior Brother Chunyang, Qingbo is still just a child......

Li Chunyang said unhappily: "Of course I know, you go along, I want to take a good look." ”

"Lolicon! Lolicon! ”

Li Chunyang immediately chilled, and his eyes were like lightning: "Who is talking?" ”

The other three looked at each other, not knowing which one did not know whether it was alive or dead.

Tian Ling'er poked her face: "Did you hallucinate just now?" ”

A strange voice came from the corner again: "Lori has three good ......"

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Li Chunyang flicked his sleeves, a gust of wind, and the parrot that didn't know whether it was alive or dead was gone.

He sneered and beckoned to Ling Qingbo: "Good boy, come here." ”

Zeng Shushu opened his mouth in surprise, not knowing what to say, and said loudly: "Senior brother! ”

Li Chunyang turned his head and glanced at it with a frown: "What's the matter?" ”

The gentleman, who is usually a prodigal gentleman, didn't dare to be careless at this moment, and as soon as his eyes rolled, he had an idea to change the topic, "Senior Sister Ling'er seems to have someone she likes......

Tian Ling'er blushed: ".................."

"But the other party doesn't seem to mean that......"

The senior brother was surprised: "There is such a thing?" ”

Tian Ling'er, as one of the three evils of Qingyun, although she is good-looking and has a good figure, but her strange temper discourages everyone who has seen her, Li Chunyang's eyes drifted, and he didn't know which child was so unlucky.

Ha? This kind of guy also has a crush on men? What kind of fool is it that will be trampled on a thousand times by the Spirit Venerable!

The senior brother roared in his heart, venting his strong condemnation and hatred of dog men and women, and then smiled seriously on the surface: "This kind of thing, it seems that it is barely ......"

"I always feel that someone is saying bad things about me in my heart......" Tian Ling'er glanced at me suspiciously.

"Nothing." Li Chunyang shook off the dust and said lightly, "You grew up with me, and I helped you change diapers......"

Zeng Shushu and Lin Jingyu's expressions became very strange, and Ling Qingbo also turned his head to look at her curiously.

Before she could react, Li Chunyang sighed and said: "I have grown into a big girl in a blink of an eye, I have rarely been to Dazhu Peak over the years, but I heard that you saw the sword elder and then sent a for three days......"

"I heard that the book you wrote about Uncle Cangsong and Uncle Daoxuan is selling very well in Xiaozhufeng......

"I heard that Uncle Su found out about this, and asked you to hang a sign that read, 'My boobs are small, but that one is big', and you swaggered around Heyang City......"

The sweet girl trembled all over, watching Li Chunyang explode her black history with an expressionless face, and her brain fell into a blank, until the two pit goods next to her laughed out loud, and then dragged Tian Ling'er back from the outside world.

"You forgot all about it! Forget! ”

The lawless girl who has been in Dazhu Peak all the year round pounced on Li Chunyang in an instant, trying to shut him up in a rough way. At the same time, a ray of red light flashed directly into the heads of the two people behind her, trying to make them forget everything that happened today, but unexpectedly, the dust swept and the red light reversed, and Amber Zhu Aya tied herself tightly instead.

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