Here is today's anti-DAO chapter ~ see the executive summary for the replacement time! =3=I was going to replace the anti-dao chapter at noon in the early morning.,Stupid and forgot to send it.,So replace the 10,000-character chapter at night!

After talking about this that day, Wei Zhao didn't mention the broken things in Wangjia Village again. Taoist priests who have lost both qi and blood have to recuperate from their injuries, rangers who have learned the Tao have to exercise their bodies and cultivate their qi, and demon cultivators who have obtained divinity have to be sacrificed, and everyone is very busy.

Wei Zhao repracticed this time, and he didn't have much patience to hide his clumsiness. He looked like a genius everywhere, or like Wei Zhao at the beginning. If it weren't for Gongliang being a cultivator who was not easy to fool, Wei Zhao would have wanted to make a ghost in his dream, and asked him if he remembered Wei Zhao with a bloody face, asked him how he could give the dragon ball to his daughter who popped up inexplicably, and asked him how he could slaughter the bamboo horse neatly. For a few ghosts I don't know to be able to sacrifice their lives and forget about death, cut me so neatly?

The second sentence is quite vexatious, and the third sentence has not happened at all, but Wei Zhao is the villain of the Great Demon King, what kind of reason do you want to talk about.

It's a pity that Gongliangzhi is Gongliangzhi after all, even if this similarity touched his heart, he didn't show anything.

The camouflage of this body is almost seamless, and Gongliang never imagined that Takema would come back incognito and dangle in front of him. He only felt that Wei Zhao had excellent understanding, and he could be regarded as a good talent and beautiful jade. started to accept Wei Zhao just because of the gentleman's promise, but now he can't help but cherish his talents, and he is faintly worried about being jealous of talents.

The fairy road is ruthless, and everything is impermanent. Wei Zhao is such a genius, the heavenly prince does not open his eyes, and he has not stopped at the beginning of the legend.

Gong Liangzhi found that he had been thinking about Wei Zhao recently, and the frequency of his memories was as high as when he had just returned from Xuanbing Abyss. He thinks it's all because Wei Zhao's name is too similar, but when he encounters this kind of coincidence, can he still blame other people's parents for choosing a name? No one could say anything about this trouble, and he didn't want to tell anyone, but he taught more carefully, and extinguished the idea of persuading Wei Zhao to apprentice to Qiantiangu.

Being regarded as Wei Zhao's No. 2 onlooker is definitely not good for cultivation.

The recuperation of injuries and the cultivation of cultivation have passed like this for more than half a month. During this period, Ghost Zhao slaughtered a group of dregs, and Wei Zhao has been saddled in front of the horse and behind to please the public to the like. Originally, he just wanted to serve the maneuver, but when he achieved his goal, he threw away Wei Zhao's identity. But since Gongliang is closer than ten years ago, I don't know how many times, and there is more stupidity in the world who wants to all sentient beings, who will not pit him? Wei Zhao turned the one-time task into a long-term plan, and planned to brush up his favorability to the point where he could form a team, so that Gongliang Zhi could open the Seven Star Mystery Array in the Void Real Man Cave Mansion.

One day, half a month later, the vigilance set by Wei Zhao in the room was touched, and Gongliang Zhi left the place where they lived.

In the past, during this time, Wei Zhao would play forging boxing in the nearby woods, and after Gongliangzhi confirmed his movement standards, he did not follow the Dharma protector again and again, but hid in the house all day to recuperate. It stands to reason that Gongliang has no need to go out, but now that the alarm has been triggered, it means that he has not only left the house, but also left for a long time.

Gongliang is gone? What did he find? Want to run? Wei Zhao's pupils contracted, and he immediately rushed to the room, feeling very regretful: I knew that this kind of thing would happen, so I just grabbed Gongliangzhi, sealed Xiu Wei, and then slowly disposed of it! I was not afraid that he would be disobedient even if he tore his face, the Taoist chief was so kind, he must not want to see unrelated passers-by suffer for him. No matter how bad it is, doesn't Gongliang still have a daughter?

Wei Zhao slammed into the door, looking at the empty room, and countless bloody thoughts turned in his heart. He thought about it, and asked the ghost to come out to slaughter a town, and he didn't know if he could lure Gongliangzhi back.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Gongliangzhi walked in, with a vegetable basket in his hand.

Vegetable baskets?

"Wei Zhao?" Gongliangzhi was a little surprised and said, "You came back so early today, did there go wrong with your cultivation?" ”

Wei Zhao made up a perfunctory reason, looked at the Taoist who was holding the vegetable basket, and looked confused without pretending. Gongliang rolled up his sleeves, tied them up, and went to the kitchen next door to light a fire and boil water. A set of actions is done quite casually, but the speed is not slow, Wei Zhao is still in a daze, the pot is already on the stove.

When they didn't have a grain before, they had hunted and barbecued mats in their training, but skinning and roasting was one thing, so ...... It's another thing to wash your hands and make soup like a mortal. In the valley of the dry sky, there are boys and maids to take care of the food, and there are wine shops and inns outside, or there are Bigu Dan and barbecue - sometimes the barbecue will use fire charms, they are full of enthusiasm at that time, and they feel that it is a waste of time to eat.

Gongliangzhi, who opened the valley, bought vegetables, was cooking, and his movements were very skillful.

Wei Zhao was not the one who made a fuss after all, he immediately came back to his senses and sighed at the churning pot. "Why did the Taoist think of cooking today?" He asked, stretching his neck to look at the vegetable basket, which contained ordinary vegetables, which were absolutely impossible to use for alchemy, nor could they be used to set up arrays, "Isn't Bigu not able to eat?" ”

"It doesn't hurt to break a vow once in a while." Gongliang said with a smile.

Wei Zhao waited for his next words, but the words were gone here. Gongliang heated the oil pot, took out an egg and knocked it on the edge of the pot, the round eggshell was split in two, and the liquid egg white egg yolk fell on the iron pot. He kept beating another one, poured some water over the edge of the egg with a bowl, turned the fire down with a plucking stick, and closed the lid.

"I can't see that the Taoist chief is clearly Bigu, and he actually has a hand in cooking." Wei Zhao said.

"It's just that you can still enter." Gongliangzhi said with a smile, "Although I don't have to eat, my daughter has to eat, and I can't feed her Bigu Dan every day." ”

Daughter, daughter again.

Wei Zhao felt that he had swallowed a large piece of fat coldly, and his throat and eyes were tired.

"Do you want the Taoist to cook?" He pretended to be surprised and said, "Could it be that the child's mother's cooking skills can't be seen at all?" ”

Gongliangzhi shook his head and said lightly: "She has been dead for many years. ”

The Taoist priest's eyelashes fluttered, casting a haze in his eyes. Of course, Wei Zhao knew that the child was dead, otherwise he wouldn't have opened this mouth - if he himself was unhappy, he wouldn't be able to see others happy. However, seeing the sadness flashing on Gongliangzhi's face at this time, Wei Zhao felt even more annoyed. If it weren't for the disguise, the corners of his mouth would have been on his chin.

"I remember, the Taoist chief said that her name is Gong Liangxi!" Wei Zhao changed the topic, "The daughter of the Taoist must be smart and clever, and she is ashamed of the moon and flowers!" ”

"Xi'er is less than ten years old, where did she come from." Gongliangzhi smiled, his smile was quite proud of being a parent, "Smart, this poor way is not modest." Xi'er has been talented and intelligent since she was a child, like ......"

Speaking of this, the Taoist priest stopped, took out the two poached eggs, and added water to the pot. Wei Zhao went to look at him, only to see that his face, which was still a little tense just now, had softened and brightened at the same time, as if it was lit by candlelight at night.

Gongliangzhi smiled so much that his eyebrows were crooked, and he said jokingly: "Of course my daughter is smart and beautiful, and she is her mother." ”

Just now I was so unhappy to see Gongliang, Wei Zhao was unhappy; Now that he is happy to see Gongliang, Wei Zhao finds that he is doubly unhappy. He pondered for a while what he wanted, and finally had to throw the pot at the evil of the world on his body. Anyway, since he fell into the Xuan Bing Abyss, except for the time of revenge, Wei Zhao didn't feel much of a good time.

He was in a bad mood like this, and he had to ask questions in line with Wei Zhao's personality, listen to Gongliang Zhixiu's daughter, not to mention worrying too much. Wei Zhao recorded this account in the thick book of grudges in his heart, put it in the category of "Gongliangzhi", and prepared to repay it the day after tomorrow.

After a few pillars of incense, Gongliang put out the fire and brought out two bowls of noodles, just enough to use the ingredients at all. He handed a bowl to Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao was so upset by the daughter show just now that he had no appetite, but his face was surprised, and he stuffed the noodles into his mouth. "Delicious!" He exclaimed, "How does the Taoist know that I came back early today?" ”

There are several sets of forging boxing, and it is late in the evening after the fight, and Wei Zhao will not come back for lunch in the past. He wanted to know how Gongliang went to buy vegetables and make noodles on a whim today, and he still didn't give up the worst assumptions in his heart, such as being suspicious, going out to rescue soldiers, and burning noodles to cover Yunyun. Wei Zhao listened with his ears skewed, while cautiously distinguishing what was in his mouth, trying to find out what unusual traces. He didn't find anything except that the noodles were very thin and long, the noodle soup was moderately salty, and the poached eggs were the flowing yellow eggs that Wei Zhao liked.

"It's not that I knew you'd come back." Gong Liangzhi said, "Today is my birthday. ”

Wei Zhao suddenly lost all his appetite.

"Dao Changfu is like the East China Sea Shoubi Nanshan!" Wei Zhao said, "Ah, I originally ate the noodles that the Taoist chief prepared for himself? Not good, not good! ”

"Nope." Gongliang smiled lightly, "Your bowl of noodles was originally prepared for a friend of mine." Now he's traveling overseas......"

Gongliang didn't say directly, "My friend has been dead for ten years", probably because he was worried that Wei Zhao would think that this bowl of dead faces would be unlucky.

After Wei Zhao came out of the Xuan Bing Yuan, he thought about countless things all the time, and he remembered the special day in the book very well, but he forgot what was special today. He forgot that it was his birthday, but he remembered that no one else he knew had celebrated his birthday on this day except for the two of them.

Gongliangzhi celebrated a birthday with him, which was originally stuffed by him to Gongliangzhi.

The little son of General Wei's Mansion has lived a life of stars holding the moon since he was a child, and his birthday is more lively than the birthdays of many old people in the family. When Wei Zhao was still in Ruiguo, he had to hold a big deal on his birthday every year, set up banquets, set off fireworks, and receive a lot of gifts. Mrs. Wei hurts him like an eyeball, General Wei can spoil the old man to the sky, the three brothers and one sister in front of Wei Zhao are a round or two older than him, and they also take care of him as a son, Wei Zhao is simply blessed by God if he is not spoiled. But although he is not a gentleman, it is not easy to adapt to the change from a child of a family to a pure ascetic cultivator.

Wei Zhao's first birthday in Qiantian Valley was so aggrieved. The mountains were so quiet, and on this day, like every day, no one would react to his birthday, not even a person who congratulated him. For the first time, the little boy who had always been at the center of the crowd had homesick thoughts, and he was so sad that he sniffed, feeling like he had been forgotten by the world.

Wei Zhao didn't cry, but the eight-year-old man didn't cry.

He asked the attendant who served him to cook the noodles, add two eggs, and hold the noodles to wish himself a happy birthday. Compared with the lively and rich banquets in the past, this face is really shabby. Wei Zhaozheng reluctantly pulled the noodles, and Gongliang came.

Gongliang came to explain what the master said, and now Wei Zhao has no impression at all. He only remembered that he grabbed Gongliangzhi's cuffs, pitifully said that no one paid attention to his birthday, and complained that he had been treated coldly. What an important day a birthday is! Everyone has only one life, only once a year, even if he lives to be a hundred years old, he can only live a hundred times, and now he has one less, this world really can't get along with him......

Of course, he knew that he was talking nonsense, it was nothing more than a verbal pleasure, and he also pulled Gongliang to talk for a while. Gongliang listened carefully to his complaints, and pointed out when he was ventilating: 1. The lifespan of my generation of immortal cultivators is definitely more than 100 years. Second, but the birthday will not fall apart, I don't know the birthday.

The former made Wei Zhao's mouth open, and the latter made his mouth wide.

"You don't know your birthday?" He exclaimed.

"I'm an orphan, and I don't remember much about the past." Gongliangzhi said, "Touching the bones can only find out the approximate age." ”

"You've never had a birthday?" Wei Zhao's voice became louder.

"Nope." Gongliang replied.

No one gave you a birthday? Wei Zhao wants to ask, what about your father? What about your grandmother? What about your brother and sister? What about the squires who play with you? What about the next person?

- neither, because Gongliang is an orphan.

Wei Zhao had known about this for a long time, but as a son of a family who grew up in fine clothes and jade food, he was still ignorant and lacked a concept of "orphans". At this time, Gongliangzhi said that he had no birthday, and Wei Zhao suddenly understood.

Gongliang is not like Wei Zhao, he does not love his grandmother, has no father, no brothers and sisters, and does not even think about his relatives, partners, etc. Wei Zhao was so uncomfortable for the first time without a good birthday, what about Gongliangzhi? No one ever blessed his birthday, no one would rejoice in his birth, no one knew when he was born, not even himself.

Eight-year-old Wei Zhao burst into tears.

Gongliang was stunned by his crying, and stood there for a minute or two before he hurriedly wiped his tears. "It's okay, I've grown up well on my birthday, but I won't die on my birthday!" Gongliang comforted awkwardly, "Don't cry, I gave it to you?" I'll give you a gift......"

Saying that, he even began to untie the bag around his waist, opened the bag and stood stupidly in place, because he had something Wei Zhao also had. Wei Zhao shook his head vigorously, sad and ashamed, feeling that Gongliang was so pitiful, and felt that it was too much for him to be so happy and feel sorry for himself. It's just that now he is sobbing so inarticulate that he can't explain it, so he only stuffs the untouched noodles in his hand into Gongliangzhi's hand.

"Divide you!" He sobbed and said, "I...... Birthdays are also shared with you! We're all in this together! Do not seek to die in the same year and month...... Bah! Immortal! We were born in the same month and in the same year! ”

Gongliang Zhi quickly agreed, and Wei Zhao burst into tears and laughed - after a few years Wei Zhao recalled this scene, he realized that it was not because he had any extraordinary affinity or domineering spirit, but Gongliang was afraid that he would continue to cry. But in short, from then on, they lived the same birthday.

The runny egg is fried just right, and the slender and long shou noodles are cooked very strongly. "You were born on the same day?" Wei Zhaoqiang smiled: "I robbed the face of the Taoist friend." ”

"My friend is the most open-minded." Gongliangzhi smiled, "Even if he knows, he will definitely not care." ”

Bullshit. Wei Zhao thought that if any bastard ate the noodles made for him by Gongliangzhi in the past ten years, he would definitely turn into a ghost and haunt each other and haunt each other to the ends of the earth.

Wei Zhao is Wei Zhao, the fourth disciple of the head of Qiantian Valley, the junior disciple of Gongliang Zhi who was killed by the demon cultivator, the proud son of heaven who died unjustly in Xuanbing Yuan and became the forbidden land of the Immortal Gate here.

If it is more than ten years in the morning, the name of Wei Zhao resounded in the Xianmen, and everyone knows this rare genius in a hundred years. Dry Sky Valley Wei Zhao slashed the devil with a sword! Qiantian Valley Wei Zhao built a foundation for ten years! Wei Zhao of Qiantian Valley won the top of the Immortal Gate! Every time there was news, more than a dozen old guys beat their chests, only hating him for not being their own apprentice. The young heroes who were compared to useless by this "other people's children" inevitably muttered a few words sourly in private, Wei Zhao? Hmph, good life.

I really can't envy this matter, Wei Zhao is an old man from the Ruiguo General's Mansion, and under the favor of General Wei, who is in power, he wants to be windy and rainy. When he was seven years old, General Wei sent his youngest son to the thirty-year-old Xianmen Acceptance Ceremony, and Wei Zhao was found to be an excellent immortal bone by the head of Qiantian Valley and directly accepted as a closed disciple. He not only has excellent qualifications, but also has excellent understanding, and in the second year, he cut off his hair and washed the marrow, crossed the gate of immortals, and thus embarked on his smooth immortal path that makes people envy, jealous and hate.

Later, Wei Zhao learned that most of the famous geniuses who were smooth sailing like him were used as a background board for the protagonist, or worse, as a whetstone.

Wei Zhao won the championship in the competition of monks below the fifth floor of the foundation with the cultivation of the foundation for the first time, and the next day he got carried away and dragged Gongliang to the Xuanbing Yuan to practice. Unfortunately, they encountered an unprecedented ice storm, and Wei Zhao sent Gongliangzhi out, but he was imprisoned under the Xuanbing Abyss.

And underneath this, he came across a book.

It was an invisible and insubstantial book that suddenly appeared in Wei Zhao's head, and there were three big characters printed on the cover: Dragon Hunting Seal.

At that time, Wei Zhao was struggling to resist the miasma of □□ in the Xuanbing Abyss, and was overjoyed by this sudden book, thinking that he had encountered some powerful legacy. He hurriedly turned the pages of the book in his mind, and the first page read: Those who cultivate the truth will fight with heaven and earth. The realm of cultivation is divided into: Qi training - foundation building - Jindan - Yuan Ying - Transforming gods. On the second page, it reads: This book is completely fictional, and any similarities are purely coincidental. Author: Jue Bu Tai Jian.

Wei Zhao thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think of which great power Jue Butai Jian was, and he couldn't figure out which great power would write "completely fictional" in his exercises. Could it be that this is an illusion book? The third page began to be densely written, and he settled down and looked down line by line.

When he finished the book, he found that it was neither an exercise nor a script.

The protagonist in the book is a handyman in Qiantian Valley who has no immortal bones, and he hooks up with the elder's daughter by chance. With the help of the elder's daughter, he found that he was not a waste of bones, but a special physique, and then he got the opportunity all the way, worshiped the elder as a teacher, killed the descendants of the evil dragon, and became a great power in the god transformation period.

The elder's daughter is called Gong Liangxi, and the elder's surname is Gong Liang's name, and the descendant of the evil dragon is named Wei Zhao.

Speaking of the "Wei Zhao" in the book, he is really a master who has been bad for eight lifetimes. His father is the evil dragon who was besieged and killed, and his mother is Lu Hanbo, a real person in Canglang, who used a secret method to lay down a ball of spirit when encircling and suppressing the evil dragon, and gave birth to him after two hundred years of gestation, and handed it over to General Wei, the uncle of Rui Guoguo, to raise. When he was seven years old, Lu Zhenren accepted him as an apprentice and waited for him to marry the Dan - of course Lu Zhenren did not fall in love with an evil dragon at first sight, she left the true dragon bloodline in order to use the dragon vein of the knot to refine the artifact dragon capture seal, in order to cultivate the Yuan Infant before the life span was exhausted.

Gongliangzhi, who was raised with "Wei Zhao", is not a simple thing. He has a special system and can store dragon energy, which is an excellent soul storage box. Lu Zhenren looked forward to the two of them getting close, and when they killed "Wei Zhao", the soul of "Wei Zhao" could be willingly gathered on Gongliangzhi, so that none of the dragonborn's corpse essence blood and his resentful soul would be wasted.

It's a pity that the rumors of this matter leaked out, and the demonic forces intervened sideways in an attempt to kill "Wei Zhao". "Wei Zhao" was trapped into the Xuanbing Abyss by the accident they created, but luckily did not die, and after three hundred years, he escaped and turned into an out-and-out demon.

This story is extremely absurd, according to the book, his adoptive father, General Wei, raised him, which was ordered by the immortals, and also to let the family get his luck; His mother and teacher helped him with all her might, and that was to fatten and kill; His relatives, friends, and confidants all over the world will one day shout and kill him.

Before falling into the Xuan Bing Abyss, Wei Zhao would scoff at this and not believe a word. But when Xuan Bingyuan was in danger, he actually spit out an unformed dragon ball, and Wei Zhao realized that he actually had dragon blood. Following the clues, he read on, mentioning himself, Gongliangzhi, Qiantian Valley, and even the entire cultivation realm, which were interlocking with what Wei Zhao knew. And the secrets revealed in the book can be seen from the mystery to the surface.

Wei Zhao still didn't believe it, he suspected that this was just a trick of the souls in the Xuan Bing Abyss. Xuan Bingyuan was the battlefield of that dragon slaying battle, and the grievances of countless fallen monks and the corpses of evil dragons were sealed in it, if there were any ghosts here that could confuse people's minds, Wei Zhao would not be surprised at all.

But then he found that he was the only living creature down there, and there was no necromancer.

Hundreds of array mages sacrificed their bodies to form a large array, and everything in the array sank, and the more evil qi on the body, the heavier it became. The corpses sank to the ground, and the dead spirits were crushed into miasma by high pressure before they could take shape, and at the same time, the evil thoughts in this world were like iron filings attracted by magnets, seeping into the Xuanbing Abyss little by little.

There was no undead spirit under the Xuanbing Abyss to lure Wei Zhao, only the miasma of the chilling skull, and the endless malice from the living. This evil thought from the outside world began to make Wei Zhao miserable, and then he was almost numb, but he could separate them and figure out where they came from. Wei Zhao found General Wei's, and General Wei killed people for fear that the secret would be revealed, and hesitated to ask the immortal for a scaly claw of his youngest son, so that he could bring it to the town's house. Wei Zhao found the master of the sect, Lu Zhenren was so angry that he hated that the fruit he planted was gouged by someone, "I knew that today, it is better to open the furnace and refine the weapon when he builds the foundation!" She thought remorsefully. Wei Zhao found the Demon Cultivator, the Dao Cultivator, and the Wanmin.

Wei Zhao believed it.

These evil thoughts are like maggots on the tarsal bones, and after reading them for a long time, you don't know whether they belong to someone else or yourself. At first he thought, why me? Later, he thought, why is it not someone else? In the end, Wei Zhao suddenly understood and understood.

Everyone deserves to die, and no one should be killed.

Wei Zhao looked at the corpse of the Demon Xiu Kang Hongtong with a little regret. The protagonist in the story used the hand of this old witch to open the real people's mansion, and the things in the mansion are exactly what Wei Zhao is using now. Kill Kang Hongtong, and then find a formation mage who can open the Seven Stars Mystery Array, I don't know when I will find it.

But then again, he didn't expect that he would be able to get out of trouble in ten years, two hundred and ninety years earlier than in the book. Thanks to the fact that he knew the truth early on, he saved himself from deceiving himself and struggling for a long time. More losses are written in the book of the cover door of the Xuanbing Abyss Enchantment, Wei Zhao has worked hard for ten years, and finally deceived the enchantment and climbed out of it.

As for the small side effects of evil thoughts entering the body, the collapse of the dragon's body, and being half-alive and half-dead, compared with getting out of trouble, there is really no need to worry about it.

Hundreds of years early, the plan after going out has to be rehearsed. The chance for the lucky person to prove the Yuan Infant in these hundred years is still there, and there are always a few heavenly treasures prepared for the protagonist that have matured, and even better is that many people are still there, and that Lu Zhenren has not yet died. Thinking of this, Wei Zhao laughed.

"I remember, the Taoist chief said that her name is Gong Liangxi!" Wei Zhao changed the topic, "The daughter of the Taoist must be smart and clever, and she is ashamed of the moon and flowers!" ”

"Xi'er is less than ten years old, where did she come from." Gongliangzhi smiled, his smile was quite proud of being a parent, "Smart, this poor way is not modest." Xi'er has been talented and intelligent since she was a child, like ......"

Speaking of this, the Taoist priest stopped, took out the two poached eggs, and added water to the pot. Wei Zhao went to look at him, only to see that his face, which was still a little tense just now, had softened and brightened at the same time, as if it was lit by candlelight at night.

Gongliangzhi smiled so much that his eyebrows were crooked, and he said jokingly: "Of course my daughter is smart and beautiful, and she is her mother." ”

Just now I was so unhappy to see Gongliang, Wei Zhao was unhappy; Now that he is happy to see Gongliang, Wei Zhao finds that he is doubly unhappy. He pondered for a while what he wanted, and finally had to throw the pot at the evil of the world on his body. Anyway, since he fell into the Xuan Bing Abyss, except for the time of revenge, Wei Zhao didn't feel much of a good time.

He was in a bad mood like this, and he had to ask questions in line with Wei Zhao's personality, listen to Gongliang Zhixiu's daughter, not to mention worrying too much. Wei Zhao recorded this account in the thick book of grudges in his heart, put it in the category of "Gongliangzhi", and prepared to repay it the day after tomorrow.

After a few pillars of incense, Gongliang put out the fire and brought out two bowls of noodles, just enough to use the ingredients at all. He handed a bowl to Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao was so upset by the daughter show just now that he had no appetite, but his face was surprised, and he stuffed the noodles into his mouth. "Delicious!" He exclaimed, "How does the Taoist know that I came back early today?" ”

There are several sets of forging boxing, and it is late in the evening after the fight, and Wei Zhao will not come back for lunch in the past. He wanted to know how Gongliang went to buy vegetables and make noodles on a whim today, and he still didn't give up the worst assumptions in his heart, such as being suspicious, going out to rescue soldiers, and burning noodles to cover Yunyun. Wei Zhao listened with his ears skewed, while cautiously distinguishing what was in his mouth, trying to find out what unusual traces. He didn't find anything except that the noodles were very thin and long, the noodle soup was moderately salty, and the poached eggs were the flowing yellow eggs that Wei Zhao liked.

"It's not that I knew you'd come back." Gong Liangzhi said, "Today is my birthday. ”

Wei Zhao suddenly lost all his appetite.

"Dao Changfu is like the East China Sea Shoubi Nanshan!" Wei Zhao said, "Ah, I originally ate the noodles that the Taoist chief prepared for himself? Not good, not good! ”

"Nope." Gongliang smiled lightly, "Your bowl of noodles was originally prepared for a friend of mine." Now he's traveling overseas......"

Gongliang didn't say directly, "My friend has been dead for ten years", probably because he was worried that Wei Zhao would think that this bowl of dead faces would be unlucky.

After Wei Zhao came out of the Xuan Bing Yuan, he thought about countless things all the time, and he remembered the special day in the book very well, but he forgot what was special today. He forgot that it was his birthday, but he remembered that no one else he knew had celebrated his birthday on this day except for the two of them.

Gongliangzhi celebrated a birthday with him, which was originally stuffed by him to Gongliangzhi.

The little son of General Wei's Mansion has lived a life of stars holding the moon since he was a child, and his birthday is more lively than the birthdays of many old people in the family. When Wei Zhao was still in Ruiguo, he had to hold a big deal on his birthday every year, set up banquets, set off fireworks, and receive a lot of gifts. Mrs. Wei hurts him like an eyeball, General Wei can spoil the old man to the sky, the three brothers and one sister in front of Wei Zhao are a round or two older than him, and they also take care of him as a son, Wei Zhao is simply blessed by God if he is not spoiled. But although he is not a gentleman, it is not easy to adapt to the change from a child of a family to a pure ascetic cultivator.

Wei Zhao's first birthday in Qiantian Valley was so aggrieved. The mountains were so quiet, and on this day, like every day, no one would react to his birthday, not even a person who congratulated him. For the first time, the little boy who had always been at the center of the crowd had homesick thoughts, and he was so sad that he sniffed, feeling like he had been forgotten by the world.

Wei Zhao didn't cry, but the eight-year-old man didn't cry.

He asked the attendant who served him to cook the noodles, add two eggs, and hold the noodles to wish himself a happy birthday. Compared with the lively and rich banquets in the past, this face is really shabby. Wei Zhaozheng reluctantly pulled the noodles, and Gongliang came.

Gongliang came to explain what the master said, and now Wei Zhao has no impression at all. He only remembered that he grabbed Gongliangzhi's cuffs, pitifully said that no one paid attention to his birthday, and complained that he had been treated coldly. What an important day a birthday is! Everyone has only one life, only once a year, even if he lives to be a hundred years old, he can only live a hundred times, and now he has one less, this world really can't get along with him......

Of course, he knew that he was talking nonsense, it was nothing more than a verbal pleasure, and he also pulled Gongliang to talk for a while. Gongliang listened carefully to his complaints, and pointed out when he was ventilating: 1. The lifespan of my generation of immortal cultivators is definitely more than 100 years. Second, but the birthday will not fall apart, I don't know the birthday.

The former made Wei Zhao's mouth open, and the latter made his mouth wide.

"You don't know your birthday?" He exclaimed.

"I'm an orphan, and I don't remember much about the past." Gongliangzhi said, "Touching the bones can only find out the approximate age." ”

"You've never had a birthday?" Wei Zhao's voice became louder.

"Nope." Gongliang replied.

No one gave you a birthday? Wei Zhao wants to ask, what about your father? What about your grandmother? What about your brother and sister? What about the squires who play with you? What about the next person?

- neither, because Gongliang is an orphan.

Wei Zhao had known about this for a long time, but as a son of a family who grew up in fine clothes and jade food, he was still ignorant and lacked a concept of "orphans". At this time, Gongliangzhi said that he had no birthday, and Wei Zhao suddenly understood.

Gongliang is not like Wei Zhao, he does not love his grandmother, has no father, no brothers and sisters, and does not even think about his relatives, partners, etc. Wei Zhao was so uncomfortable for the first time without a good birthday, what about Gongliangzhi? No one ever blessed his birthday, no one would rejoice in his birth, no one knew when he was born, not even himself.

Eight-year-old Wei Zhao burst into tears.

Gongliang was stunned by his crying, and stood there for a minute or two before he hurriedly wiped his tears. "It's okay, I've grown up well on my birthday, but I won't die on my birthday!" Gongliang comforted awkwardly, "Don't cry, I gave it to you?" I'll give you a gift......"

Saying that, he even began to untie the bag around his waist, opened the bag and stood stupidly in place, because he had something Wei Zhao also had. Wei Zhao shook his head vigorously, sad and ashamed, feeling that Gongliang was so pitiful, and felt that it was too much for him to be so happy and feel sorry for himself. It's just that now he is sobbing so inarticulate that he can't explain it, so he only stuffs the untouched noodles in his hand into Gongliangzhi's hand.

"Divide you!" He sobbed and said, "I...... Birthdays are also shared with you! We're all in this together! Do not seek to die in the same year and month...... Bah! Immortal! We were born in the same month and in the same year! ”

Gongliang Zhi quickly agreed, and Wei Zhao burst into tears and laughed - after a few years Wei Zhao recalled this scene, he realized that it was not because he had any extraordinary affinity or domineering spirit, but Gongliang was afraid that he would continue to cry. But in short, from then on, they lived the same birthday.

The runny egg is fried just right, and the slender and long shou noodles are cooked very strongly. "You were born on the same day?" Wei Zhaoqiang smiled: "I robbed the face of the Taoist friend." ”

"My friend is the most open-minded." Gongliangzhi smiled, "Even if he knows, he will definitely not care." ”

Bullshit. Wei Zhao thought that if any bastard ate the noodles made for him by Gongliangzhi in the past ten years, he would definitely turn into a ghost and haunt each other and haunt each other to the ends of the earth.

He thought for a moment, and the babbling sound in the room was gone. Gongliang probed into it, and found that Wei Zhao had really entered the country.

Gongliangzhi opened his eyes, only to see Wei Zhao's heart facing the sky, his eyes closed, and there was faint white vapor steaming above his head. Ordinary people will most likely be unable to meditate because of the steaming of qi and blood for the first time, and it is fortunate to be able to touch the edge of visualization. Gongliang didn't expect the noisy ranger to make much difference, but he didn't expect him to really calm down, and he said that he would settle down.

A wise monk should move like a rabbit and be as quiet as a virgin. When you settle down, you must be able to calm down, and you must be lively and mellow in your true spirit. Having said that, it is difficult for most monks in the Qi cultivation period to take care of these two points, that is, the young and young Gongliang Zhi who has entered the meditation is still lacking in the point of "moving like a rabbit".

He has only seen one person who can do both.

Wei Zhao never memorized anything, such as taking off a rabbit and being quiet like a virgin, as if he was born to do it. When he is against the enemy, he has various moves such as antelope hanging horns, which are easy to use; He doesn't have to bathe and burn incense, he doesn't even have to get rid of distracting thoughts, he sits on the floor after a fight, and he can start visualizing in a few breaths. If the difficult path is tailor-made for him, no matter how dazzling the genius is, it will lose its brilliance in front of him.

"After you've used five pairs of body forging soup, we'll set off to find the spirit vein." Gongliang Zhi said.

"Can you go west?" Wei Zhao said happily, "I haven't been to the west yet!" ”

Saying that looking for the spirit pulse is like choosing an outing location, this kind of person is also rare. Gongliang nodded dispensably, and the matter was settled.

This day was extremely normal, and nothing major happened in the cultivation realm. As for the little things that happen every day, no one cares.

In the tenth year of stagnation, Gongliangzhi was still worried about the prescription for his daughter.

A ranger named Wei Zhao poured the forging soup and poured a piece of clumsy jade pendant into the river.

Lingxiao Pavilion, who announced that he had obtained the dragon scales, was approached by a loose cultivator named Zhou Xiangyang, and insisted that it was his dragon scales, and he was snatched away by the demon cultivator. "I don't ask to return my dragon scales, I just want to return the pendant tied to the dragon scales!" The cultivator looked excited and said, "That's my mother's jade pendant!" It's my family heirloom dragon scales! ”

There are flaws everywhere in what he said, and his cultivation is just Qi training. Ling Xiao Pavilion's sword cultivator didn't have the patience to negotiate with him, so he directly beat him out.

Of course, they don't know that in the future, Zhou Xiangyang Zhenjun, who became a monk halfway through the Lingxiao Pavilion and promoted the prosperity of the Lingxiao Pavilion, will no longer exist.

["It is useless to talk too much about this demon! Zhou Xiangyang, the head of Lingxiao Pavilion, said, "If there is no one to fight in Qiantian Valley, I, Lingxiao Pavilion, should lay down a sword formation and besiege and kill the demon dragon!" ― "Dragon Hunting Seal"

Wei Zhao slowly went back with the wooden barrel and crossed out the line in his mind.