This is today's anti-DAO chapter! See Executive Summary ~=3= for replacement time

After walking dozens of miles to the west, Wei Zhao and the others bought two horses and set foot on the mountain road in a short time.

The western part of the Great Zhou Dynasty had also flourished before, and the monks found a spiritual mine in the Feiyun Mountain Range, and as soon as they discovered it, they were full of spiritual energy. At that time, two medium-sized sects in the vicinity fought for this, you do the first year of junior high and I do the fifteenth, and the dust settles after fighting for a jiazi. The monks decided on the place, and the mortals began to build cities and roads one after another, and they built a fairy city in the barren land. Unexpectedly, only twenty years later, the spirit mine was dug to the bottom, and the city built next to the spirit mine and the sect that spent a lot of money to take the spirit mine have been declining ever since.

This was all nearly a hundred years ago, and now the roads are deserted and overgrown with weeds, and you can't see the road clearly when you go deep. Wei Zhao looked new at first, and after walking in the similar scenery for most of the day, he became angry.

"Dao Chief—" he shouted in a long voice, "is it true that a monk can fly with a sword and travel a hundred miles a day?" ”

"Not bad." Gongliang replied, he didn't shout at the top of his voice, but the voice that reached Wei Zhao's ears was very clear.

"Can we resist Edgeworth, then?" Wei Zhao asked, "I'll squeeze it with the Dao Chief, and most of the flying swords can squeeze it down." ”

"Guess, did Poor Dao have a flying sword on him?" Righteousness is the way.

"Bring it!" Wei Zhao cheered.

"Where does Poor Dao look like a sword?"

"Didn't bring it......," Wei Zhao lamented, and suddenly perked up again, "Didn't the Dao Chief have a mustard seed bag?" The barrel can hold it, and of course the sword can hold it! ”

"That's true." Gongliangzhi nodded and said, "It's a pity that Poor Dao is not good at swordfighting. If you don't mind falling from the clouds a few times, Poor Dao won't mind giving you a ride. ”

As he finished slowly, the ranger's face suddenly fell.

Wei Zhao looked at the back of Gong Liangzhi's head, a little surprised in his heart, he didn't expect the other party to be in the mood to ask and answer with him, and his words were quite narrow. In the past, Gongliang Zhi never talked nonsense, and he could seize the time to cultivate when he was in a hurry, and there were a few times when he could have crashed into a tree if Wei Zhao hadn't stopped him. The swordsmanship that can hit the tree is really not good, but fortunately, Wei Zhao's swordsmanship is first-class, safe, stable and can carry people, and it has never been a problem to be so good that he didn't bring a flying sword.

The Gongliang in Wei Zhao's memory is not taciturn-note, he is not taciturn towards Wei Zhao. He has seen Gongliang Zhi get along with others, others say ten words, Gongliang Zhi only replies a few words, that "others" are still the little junior sister of the inner door with a beautiful appearance. In the end, Wei Zhao couldn't stand it, so he □□ went to chat with the little junior sister who was about to cry, and made people so amused that it turned cloudy and clear, and glanced at Gongliang with a complaining look.

"Why don't you pay attention to people?" Afterwards, Wei Zhao asked Gongliangzhi.

"She said, 'It's a fine day,' what does that have to do with me?" Gongliang wondered, "What effect does my answer 'yes' or 'no' have on her?" If you have this leisure, it is better to study the formation more. ”

Therefore, he is also a promising and well-qualified disciple of the head of the sect, Wei Zhao has friends all over the world, but Gongliang Zhi has few friends who can speak except Wei Zhao, which is not a difficult result to understand.

Wei Zhao regarded himself as a mortal, and he was in a lot of trouble since he went up the mountain, sometimes stopping to rest, sometimes dismounting and relieving himself. After so much delay, they couldn't get down the trail until the sun set. Wei Zhao apologized again and again, but Gongliang didn't care. He calculated how far away the next place he could stay from, and simply took out the barrel and medicinal herbs from the mustard seed bag and asked Wei Zhao to start forging his body.

Wei Zhao quickly picked up the firewood, set up the table, and began to cook the forging soup. A fire was set up next to it to roast dry food. Gongliang swept away the dead branches and leaves with a wind spell, sat on the ground, and watched him burn the fire. Wei Zhao tore a piece of jerky for him, and he waved his hand and declined.

"I've heard that a wise monk can eat and drink without eating the fireworks of the world, and it seems to be true." Wei Zhao chewed the dry food in his mouth, "Will I be like this after I enter the Dao?" ”

"Only the monks who build the foundation can open the valley." Gongliangzhi replied, "You must first enter the Dao, and then cultivate to the ninth level of Qi cultivation, and also build a Dao foundation." After the foundation is built, the whole grain cannot enter the body. ”

"You can't eat after you build the foundation? Wouldn't that be a big piece of the joy of life! Wei Zhao said.

"You want to live forever, be at ease, and refuse to let go of the pleasures of the world, how can there be such a good thing?" Gongliang said with a smile.

"I want to be immortal in order to enjoy the pleasure of life for a long time, if I put the cart before the horse, then what is the point?" Wei Zhaodao.

Gongliang chuckled, and the ranger blinked, not knowing why he was laughing.

"I have a friend," said Gong Liangzhi, "who, like you, is a game of cultivation despite his talents. He ......"

Speaking of this, Gongliang stopped. Wei Zhao pouted his ears and wanted to hear him talk about that friend, but Gongliang seemed to have lost interest, shook his head with a little tiredness, and said, "I hope you always think so." ”

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and when they are afraid of tigers, they must have learned a lesson. Wei Zhao thought to himself, if he really changed to a nineteen-year-old mortal Wei Zhao, most of them couldn't hear the meaning of Gongliangzhi's words. It's just that to this day, Wei Zhao doesn't know what kind of mood Gongliang Zhi will be in when he mentions him.

Gratified? Guilty? Bemoan? Bored? Calm? No matter which one it is, when the Gongliang Supreme Taoist talks about him, a dead man, he must have a look of emotion and a sanctimonious face.

A sneer sounded in his heart, and it took a little effort to suppress the sudden killing intent. Wei Zhao's Dao heart has long since collapsed into scum, and he is now cultivating demons, full of evil Dao. Although this path is very suitable for Wei Zhao, who is destined to be a villain, and let him cultivate for a thousand miles, it is inevitably inconvenient sometimes.

Wei Zhao tore off the dry food and stuffed it into his mouth, touching the forging soup that was burning. He drew the bamboo sticks on the grain too quickly, cut out the bloody hole in the palm of his hand, and stretched it out to the barrel because of inertia. He let out an "ah" and jerked his hand, but unfortunately the blood beads had already dripped into the decoction.

The blood-contaminated forging body soup naturally couldn't be used, Wei Zhao looked distressed, took down the wooden shed, and walked to the distance to pour water. He lifted the pot of medicinal soup and threw it into the open space with both hands, only to hear a loud noise in the air, and the medicinal soup splashed all over him.

The two horses were suddenly frightened, and they broke free from their reins and ran out like crazy. Gongliang stood up suddenly, and the sound just now was not the sound of water hitting the ground, but more like something being torn apart. The soup didn't fall to the ground, and the dark soup hit something halfway, either separating or bouncing back. "Don't move!" Before Gongliang could finish speaking, Wei Zhao's hand had already stretched out.

His hand touched something, and he hissed and withdrew his hand with bared teeth. Gongliang stepped forward and grabbed his hand, only to see that the ranger's palm had an extra black spot, and it drilled all the way to his wrist like an insect. Gongliang pinched his fingers, and pointed a little to his wrist, the black lines stopped abruptly, writhing like a snake that had been choked by seven inches, and disappeared unwillingly after a while.

Click, a stone tablet suddenly appeared in the place where Wei Zhao had touched just now, and before they could see what was written on it, the stone tablet had turned into a pile of stone chips.

"What's, what is this?" Wei Zhao said stunned.

Gongliang was so close to his veins that his true qi circulated in his body, and he didn't notice anything wrong. His face sank like water, his eyes swept over the vicinity of the stone monument, and suddenly he found a path.

At this time, there was still a glimmer of light left in the sky, and with this bit of daylight, Gongliang saw a path stepped out by people or animals among the grass and trees. Based on his memory as a foundation building monk and a formation mage, he was sure that there was absolutely no such path in the bush just now.

A fire drifted from the distance along the road.

It's not quite right to say that the drift is down-to-earth, and it is held in the hands of a large group of people. The group ran towards them, dressed as villagers, with clubs and pitchforks in their hands, and in front of them some stout hounds. The group of people slaughtered with great vigour.

Wei Zhao withdrew his hand and stood in front of Gongliangzhi. Gongliang put his arm on his shoulders and didn't let him rush out.

The dogs came first, and the spitting beasts were about to pounce when they were blocked by an invisible wall. The four dogs pounced, were thrown out, pounced, and fell again, and circled around the two of them. The group of people ran to the front, seeing this scene and did not dare to step forward, the leader looked at the Taoist robe on Gongliangzhi's body, and hesitated to shout: "Immortal Chief? ”

"The poor Dao is a cultivator, and his cultivation is shallow, and he does not dare to call him an 'immortal'." Gongliang replied.

Hearing this, the group of villagers put away their fierce expressions and looked at each other one by one.

The immortal Tao of Kunhua was prevalent, and the vassal and elegant scholars and merchants also liked to wear Taoist robes, and the rich would also buy some talismans that mortals could use to defend themselves. Gongliangzhi is not as domineering as an ordinary immortal, and the Taoist robe he wears is ordinary, and the villagers are not sure what he is from for a while.

After a while, they finally pushed a negotiator.

"Dao Chief," the man said in a rough voice, "we are from Wangjia Village, you just destroyed our monument, and we should have been attacked by thieves, so we ran out." ”

"I'm so sorry." Gongliang said gently, "This poor disciple was too reckless and accidentally destroyed your village's property. How can I compensate? Poor Dao will do my best to compensate your village. ”

The man paused, as if he didn't expect Gongliang to be so easy to speak. He looked back at the other villagers and said, "Please go back to the village with us, the village chief knows how to make up for it." ”

"That's very good." Gongliangzhi said, "Please lead me and others." ”

The last bit of the sun set down the mountain, and in the vast barren mountains, only torches remained.

After walking dozens of miles to the west, Wei Zhao and the others bought two horses and set foot on the mountain road in a short time.

The western part of the Great Zhou Dynasty had also flourished before, and the monks found a spiritual mine in the Feiyun Mountain Range, and as soon as they discovered it, they were full of spiritual energy. At that time, two medium-sized sects in the vicinity fought for this, you do the first year of junior high and I do the fifteenth, and the dust settles after fighting for a jiazi. The monks decided on the place, and the mortals began to build cities and roads one after another, and they built a fairy city in the barren land. Unexpectedly, only twenty years later, the spirit mine was dug to the bottom, and the city built next to the spirit mine and the sect that spent a lot of money to take the spirit mine have been declining ever since.

This was all nearly a hundred years ago, and now the roads are deserted and overgrown with weeds, and you can't see the road clearly when you go deep. Wei Zhao looked new at first, and after walking in the similar scenery for most of the day, he became angry.

"Dao Chief—" he shouted in a long voice, "is it true that a monk can fly with a sword and travel a hundred miles a day?" ”

"Not bad." Gongliang replied, he didn't shout at the top of his voice, but the voice that reached Wei Zhao's ears was very clear.

"Can we resist Edgeworth, then?" Wei Zhao asked, "I'll squeeze it with the Dao Chief, and most of the flying swords can squeeze it down." ”

"Guess, did Poor Dao have a flying sword on him?" Righteousness is the way.

"Bring it!" Wei Zhao cheered.

"Where does Poor Dao look like a sword?"

"Didn't bring it......," Wei Zhao lamented, and suddenly perked up again, "Didn't the Dao Chief have a mustard seed bag?" The barrel can hold it, and of course the sword can hold it! ”

"That's true." Gongliangzhi nodded and said, "It's a pity that Poor Dao is not good at swordfighting. If you don't mind falling from the clouds a few times, Poor Dao won't mind giving you a ride. ”

As he finished slowly, the ranger's face suddenly fell.

Wei Zhao looked at the back of Gong Liangzhi's head, a little surprised in his heart, he didn't expect the other party to be in the mood to ask and answer with him, and his words were quite narrow. In the past, Gongliang Zhi never talked nonsense, and he could seize the time to cultivate when he was in a hurry, and there were a few times when he could have crashed into a tree if Wei Zhao hadn't stopped him. The swordsmanship that can hit the tree is really not good, but fortunately, Wei Zhao's swordsmanship is first-class, safe, stable and can carry people, and it has never been a problem to be so good that he didn't bring a flying sword.

The Gongliang in Wei Zhao's memory is not taciturn-note, he is not taciturn towards Wei Zhao. He has seen Gongliang Zhi get along with others, others say ten words, Gongliang Zhi only replies a few words, that "others" are still the little junior sister of the inner door with a beautiful appearance. In the end, Wei Zhao couldn't stand it, so he □□ went to chat with the little junior sister who was about to cry, and made people so amused that it turned cloudy and clear, and glanced at Gongliang with a complaining look.

"Why don't you pay attention to people?" Afterwards, Wei Zhao asked Gongliangzhi.

"She said, 'It's a fine day,' what does that have to do with me?" Gongliang wondered, "What effect does my answer 'yes' or 'no' have on her?" If you have this leisure, it is better to study the formation more. ”

Therefore, he is also a promising and well-qualified disciple of the head of the sect, Wei Zhao has friends all over the world, but Gongliang Zhi has few friends who can speak except Wei Zhao, which is not a difficult result to understand.

Wei Zhao regarded himself as a mortal, and he was in a lot of trouble since he went up the mountain, sometimes stopping to rest, sometimes dismounting and relieving himself. After so much delay, they couldn't get down the trail until the sun set. Wei Zhao apologized again and again, but Gongliang didn't care. He calculated how far away the next place he could stay from, and simply took out the barrel and medicinal herbs from the mustard seed bag and asked Wei Zhao to start forging his body.

Wei Zhao quickly picked up the firewood, set up the table, and began to cook the forging soup. A fire was set up next to it to roast dry food. Gongliang swept away the dead branches and leaves with a wind spell, sat on the ground, and watched him burn the fire. Wei Zhao tore a piece of jerky for him, and he waved his hand and declined.

"I've heard that a wise monk can eat and drink without eating the fireworks of the world, and it seems to be true." Wei Zhao chewed the dry food in his mouth, "Will I be like this after I enter the Dao?" ”

"Only the monks who build the foundation can open the valley." Gongliangzhi replied, "You must first enter the Dao, and then cultivate to the ninth level of Qi cultivation, and also build a Dao foundation." After the foundation is built, the whole grain cannot enter the body. ”

"You can't eat after you build the foundation? Wouldn't that be a big piece of the joy of life! Wei Zhao said.

"You want to live forever, be at ease, and refuse to let go of the pleasures of the world, how can there be such a good thing?" Gongliang said with a smile.

"I want to be immortal in order to enjoy the pleasure of life for a long time, if I put the cart before the horse, then what is the point?" Wei Zhaodao.

Gongliang chuckled, and the ranger blinked, not knowing why he was laughing.

"I have a friend," said Gong Liangzhi, "who, like you, is a game of cultivation despite his talents. He ......"

Speaking of this, Gongliang stopped. Wei Zhao pouted his ears and wanted to hear him talk about that friend, but Gongliang seemed to have lost interest, shook his head with a little tiredness, and said, "I hope you always think so." ”

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and when they are afraid of tigers, they must have learned a lesson. Wei Zhao thought to himself, if he really changed to a nineteen-year-old mortal Wei Zhao, most of them couldn't hear the meaning of Gongliangzhi's words. It's just that to this day, Wei Zhao doesn't know what kind of mood Gongliang Zhi will be in when he mentions him.

Gratified? Guilty? Bemoan? Bored? Calm? No matter which one it is, when the Gongliang Supreme Taoist talks about him, a dead man, he must have a look of emotion and a sanctimonious face.

A sneer sounded in his heart, and it took a little effort to suppress the sudden killing intent. Wei Zhao's Dao heart has long since collapsed into scum, and he is now cultivating demons, full of evil Dao. Although this path is very suitable for Wei Zhao, who is destined to be a villain, and let him cultivate for a thousand miles, it is inevitably inconvenient sometimes.

Wei Zhao tore off the dry food and stuffed it into his mouth, touching the forging soup that was burning. He drew the bamboo sticks on the grain too quickly, cut out the bloody hole in the palm of his hand, and stretched it out to the barrel because of inertia. He let out an "ah" and jerked his hand, but unfortunately the blood beads had already dripped into the decoction.

The blood-contaminated forging body soup naturally couldn't be used, Wei Zhao looked distressed, took down the wooden shed, and walked to the distance to pour water. He lifted the pot of medicinal soup and threw it into the open space with both hands, only to hear a loud noise in the air, and the medicinal soup splashed all over him.

The two horses were suddenly frightened, and they broke free from their reins and ran out like crazy. Gongliang stood up suddenly, and the sound just now was not the sound of water hitting the ground, but more like something being torn apart. The soup didn't fall to the ground, and the dark soup hit something halfway, either separating or bouncing back. "Don't move!" Before Gongliang could finish speaking, Wei Zhao's hand had already stretched out.

His hand touched something, and he hissed and withdrew his hand with bared teeth. Gongliang stepped forward and grabbed his hand, only to see that the ranger's palm had an extra black spot, and it drilled all the way to his wrist like an insect. Gongliang pinched his fingers, and pointed a little to his wrist, the black lines stopped abruptly, writhing like a snake that had been choked by seven inches, and disappeared unwillingly after a while.

Click, a stone tablet suddenly appeared in the place where Wei Zhao had touched just now, and before they could see what was written on it, the stone tablet had turned into a pile of stone chips.

"What's, what is this?" Wei Zhao said stunned.

Gongliang was so close to his veins that his true qi circulated in his body, and he didn't notice anything wrong. His face sank like water, his eyes swept over the vicinity of the stone monument, and suddenly he found a path.

At this time, there was still a glimmer of light left in the sky, and with this bit of daylight, Gongliang saw a path stepped out by people or animals among the grass and trees. Based on his memory as a foundation building monk and a formation mage, he was sure that there was absolutely no such path in the bush just now.

A fire drifted from the distance along the road.

It's not quite right to say that the drift is down-to-earth, and it is held in the hands of a large group of people. The group ran towards them, dressed as villagers, with clubs and pitchforks in their hands, and in front of them some stout hounds. The group of people slaughtered with great vigour.

Wei Zhao withdrew his hand and stood in front of Gongliangzhi. Gongliang put his arm on his shoulders and didn't let him rush out.

The dogs came first, and the spitting beasts were about to pounce when they were blocked by an invisible wall. The four dogs pounced, were thrown out, pounced, and fell again, and circled around the two of them. The group of people ran to the front, seeing this scene and did not dare to step forward, the leader looked at the Taoist robe on Gongliangzhi's body, and hesitated to shout: "Immortal Chief? ”

"The poor Dao is a cultivator, and his cultivation is shallow, and he does not dare to call him an 'immortal'." Gongliang replied.

Hearing this, the group of villagers put away their fierce expressions and looked at each other one by one.

The immortal Tao of Kunhua was prevalent, and the vassal and elegant scholars and merchants also liked to wear Taoist robes, and the rich would also buy some talismans that mortals could use to defend themselves. Gongliangzhi is not as domineering as an ordinary immortal, and the Taoist robe he wears is ordinary, and the villagers are not sure what he is from for a while.

After a while, they finally pushed a negotiator.

"Dao Chief," the man said in a rough voice, "we are from Wangjia Village, you just destroyed our monument, and we should have been attacked by thieves, so we ran out." ”

"I'm so sorry." Gongliang said gently, "This poor disciple was too reckless and accidentally destroyed your village's property. How can I compensate? Poor Dao will do my best to compensate your village. ”

The man paused, as if he didn't expect Gongliang to be so easy to speak. He looked back at the other villagers and said, "Please go back to the village with us, the village chief knows how to make up for it." ”