"Senior Sister Haoxin, this Qingling flash is the first 'spirit' and the second is 'light', and the direction you are cultivating is just the opposite. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "On the Xuanmu Peak, where Xuanqing Peak belongs, a woman dressed in the costume of the fourth generation disciple of Xuanqing Mountain is practicing spells, and just after finishing a round of cultivation, a gentle male voice came into her ears, this voice she faintly felt a little familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was for a while.

The woman called Haoxin turned around and saw a young man who did not match the voice at all, also wearing a Xuanqing Taoist uniform, but it was the costume worn by three generations of disciples, with red hair draped behind her at will, her big eyes were blazing, revealing an arrogant gaze, and a scar crossed her right eye vertically, and it was rare to save her eyes, this is Xuanyuan Yuhao, the senior brother who is known to everyone in Xuanqing Mountain.

Xuanyuan Yuhao from the mountain to today, practiced for more than 90 years, cultivation has reached the great consummation of the fetus, and he has broken through the foundation to achieve the fetal many years ago, and has become a disciple of three generations for many years, the reason why he still retains the title of senior brother, there are two reasons, he is the master of Xuanqing Mountain, Qingcang Daozun disciple, this is one, over the years, even after becoming a disciple of three generations, he has been about the same age, he has always called himself a senior brother, this is the second, over time, everyone is used to calling him a senior brother.

Hao Xin found that the red-haired man was standing on the edge of the cliff with his hands folded at the moment, looking at him with interest.

"Thank you, brother." Hao Xin lowered his head and said softly.

"Senior sister doesn't have to be polite, senior brother just passed by here, and saw that you were cultivating Qingling Shan, and senior brother happened to have cultivated in the early years, so I gave some pointers by the way." Xuanyuan Yuhao laughed, "Senior brother has something to do, so let's go first." ”

After speaking, he didn't stay for half a moment, the light flashed under his feet, and a long knife appeared at the bottom of his feet, supporting him and going away in an instant, leaving only a light and shadow in the air.

Hao Xin watched the senior brother leave, and didn't do anything, just turned around and silently practiced hard for the sect competition.

Xuanyuan Yuhao is such a person, he remembers the names of almost all his junior brothers and sisters, and treats any of his fellow disciples the same, knowing everything and saying everything, this is a senior brother who makes all his fellow disciples jealous.

After leaving Xuanmu Peak, Xuanyuan Yuhao drove straight to the mountain behind the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, a month ago, he ended his retreat, after the Ming Master, he was going to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to have a look, wanting to choose a practice, and make adequate preparations for the sect competition.

In the back mountain where the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is located, in the woods in front of the Tianshu Pavilion, there are two rattan reclining chairs, and the two reclining chairs are shaking and shaking, and the sick old man and Xiaochen are lying on them.

The chaise longue each contained a bunch of mortal fruits and a large bamboo tube, most of which were filled with clear and cold spring water.

Three days ago, Xiaochen ended his cultivation in the Remnant Sword Dao, did not return to Yunyou Peak, but came directly to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, after seeing the rattan chair where the sick old man was lying, he spent three days carefully crafting this rattan chair, and this morning, he went to Qingfeng Town to buy a bunch of fruits, and under the heavy profit that the sick old man promised to meet his request, he divided half of it.

"Old **, I'll ask you to give me a fairy weapon casually." A large leaf covered his face, and Xiaochen spoke.

"All these years of books, I have read into the belly of the pig, do you think the fairy is Chinese cabbage?" The sick old man's face was also covered with a large leaf, and he said lazily.

Xiaochen raised his hand and took the leaves on his face and continued: "It's not for others, you said that you are the boss of a mountain, can you not be a cabbage?" ”

"You're still the second on the mountain." The sick old man still said lazily.

"Old **, you have to be honest, this is what you personally promised." Speaking of this, Xiaochen remembered those ignorant years, how innocent and lovely he was.

"You still owe me a request before, so it's okay to settle it, think about it." How could the sick old man be entangled with Xiaochen.

"That's not good, everyone has their own opinions, they owe you what they want, you can mention it casually, and you have to pay me back if you owe me." Xiaochen is no longer the little fresh boy he was back then, he has been soaking in the "red dust big dye vat" of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for many years, gradually, he will not be controlled everywhere, and occasionally he can still grasp some initiative.

Xiaochen's idea is not commendable, he is a small foundation building monk, what can he do to make the sick old man plot, and the reverse is different, the other party is at least a great monk in the heavenly machine period, any little gadget, can make the foundation building monk extremely useful, such a request for another request, it seems to be flat, but in fact, Xiaochen suffered a big loss, he naturally will not agree.

"You ......" The old man didn't expect Xiaochen to refuse, and he was dumbfounded for a while.

"What am I, hurry up and bring it." Xiaochen took advantage of the situation to pursue and vowed to blackmail the sick old man.

"Look, someone is coming, I'll talk about it later." The old man pointed at him randomly, reached out and took the leaf on his face, stood up and walked away.

"Old **!" Xiaochen gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, and then stood up and followed the sick old man.

At this time, Xiaochen saw the direction pointed by the sick old man, and a long rainbow flew in, he had no divine thoughts, so it was naturally impossible to sense, only when his eyes saw it, he could be sure.

"Little bunny, get down!" The sick old man shouted loudly, Xiaochen only said that a fool will listen to you, but he didn't expect that the person who came fell off the cloud and fell straight down the mountain in the sick old man's drink.

Xiaochen was startled, and looked at the fallen person blankly, his heart was ideal, could it be another person who had just learned the sword like Huang Cheng back then, and was frightened by the sick old man and fell down directly?

Not everyone wants Xiaochen's body**, just now, the person who made the sword fell from such a height, and as a result, only those who died could not die again.

So Xiaochen immediately summoned Bi Liu, desperately urged Zhenyuan, and flew towards the fallen person at the fastest speed he could achieve in his life.

The sick old man didn't speak, nor did he stop him, he just looked at Xiaochen with a smile and bowed slightly.

Xiaochen was extremely fast, leaving a series of afterimages behind him, plus the place where the person fell was not far from where Xiaochen was, after a few breaths, Xiaochen appeared next to the man, Xiaochen looked at the red-haired man in front of him, and his eyes showed doubts, "How is it a man?" ”

Xiaochen saw that this person closed his eyes tightly, seemed to faint, didn't think much about it, and flew to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with his collar, this person was the senior brother who went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Xuanyuan Yuhao, I don't know what, the sick old man suddenly became difficult, Xiaochen couldn't feel the power of the sick old man's roar, but Xuanyuan Yuhao, who was the owner of the matter, clearly felt the momentum and irresistibility of the roaring sea, and lost consciousness in an instant, even if you are not prepared, at most you will break your hands and feet, and your life will definitely not be in danger.

Not long after, Xiaochen carried Xuanyuan Yuhao and landed in front of the door of the Scripture Pavilion, and he casually threw Xuanyuan Yuhao aside, "Cut, it's a man, I knew I wouldn't save it." ”

The sick old man's face couldn't help twitching, and he secretly said in his heart: "In the entire Xuanqing Mountain, you are definitely the only junior who dares to be like this." He said, "I want you to be nosy." ”

"I said old **, you are embarrassed, people will be able to resist the sword, and they will be stunned by you." Xiaochen looked at the sick old man with disdain.

"Hehehe......" The sick old man just smiled evilly: "If you can take three moves from him, I will give you an immortal weapon." ”

"Is that true?" Xiaochen was overjoyed and said.

What Xiaochen thinks about is how powerful a person who will be scared and fainted by a sick old man can be, but under the ** of the immortal weapon, he forgot that all this was his wishful thinking.