Tang Li's mood was slightly better after hearing this, and the two of them returned to their residences, and since then they have been cultivating more diligently. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With the improvement of cultivation, the two of them need less and less sleep time, and Jiang Muxue has already started to open the valley, so it saves a lot of effort, but no one wastes it, and all the time saved is used for cultivation.

Another eight years passed.

At the beginning of this year, Tang Li broke through the late stage of Jindan.

The sky in Jiangzhou rumbled all day long, in order to avoid thunder hitting innocent people, Jiang Muxue jumped tens of thousands of miles to the sky with the help of a flying magic weapon to accept the thunder.

This method is novel and stupid, looking at countless cultivators, try to ask who is not hiding in Tibet when they cross the catastrophe, but can hide for a while, this is good, not only do not dodge, but jump tens of thousands of miles into the air to accept the lightning strike, and the brain is indeed struck by lightning.

Jiang Muxue was struck by lightning for seventy-seven and forty-nine days, and finally succeeded in cultivating against the sky, as if she had entered a state where she could soar at any time.

But she didn't, and fell back to the ground after the tragedy.

Tang Li was very puzzled when he saw it, so he asked the reason, Jiang Muxue smiled and said: "The way of cultivation is infinite, where is this, if you soar at this time, at most you will be an idle scattered immortal in the sky, it is not interesting." ”

"Huh? That's it......" Tang Li was a little discouraged, the tribulation was already so difficult for him, not to mention that he was still in the late stage of Jindan, since it was the same thing to ascend after the tribulation...... Thinking of this, most of his enthusiasm disappeared again.

"Thinking about your original intention of cultivation and your future expectations, you are not so desperate." Jiang Muxue comforted.

She herself longs to be strong, so she especially likes the process of cultivation, from can't to can, from weak to strong, this feeling makes her inexplicably satisfied.

Tang Li thought about it for a while, nodded solemnly, Jiang Muxue smiled: "That being the case, let's fly again, this time, if you can see the wind and clouds in the sky, then next year, our chances of survival will be very high." ”

Jiang Muxue's meaning Tang Li understood very clearly, and the two of them re-sacrificed their swords and flew into the air.

After a while, Jiang Muxue turned around and found that Tang Li was smiling brightly, and she was really relieved, they should have prepared, they had almost prepared, and now that everything was ready, they sent Tang Seng over to "recognize their relatives".

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One day, Jiang Muxue had just finished breakfast, and was about to go to Jiangzhou City with Tang Li to wander around, these days they are often like this, fly around here, slip around everywhere, in order to find clues in advance. But this time, before I could go out, someone came to the door.

However, the maid who came to report said that there was a weak scholar from outside the door, saying that it was her distant relative. Jiang Muxue was puzzled when she heard this, and at the same time guessed, could it be that Tang Seng did not become a monk again after being taken away, but changed to the road of seeking fame through the imperial examination?

"Bring people in!" Jiang Muxue commanded, it was the mule or the horse that had to be pulled out and slipped.

The maid took the order, Jiang Muxue went to the flower hall on the side, no matter who it was, there must be momentum, and no matter what happened, you must stay calm.

In case there was something behind this weak scholar, Jiang Muxue thought more thoughtfully, smiled and ordered someone to clean up the flower hall and burn the incense made a few days ago, completely in the posture of receiving VIPs.

When the scholar with a face of Chen Guangrui walked in, Jiang Muxue was drinking tea leisurely, and when she saw his face, she didn't react in surprise at all.

Tang Seng was surprised, and said after a while: "The poor monk has seen the benefactor, and he is polite!" ”

"Yo! You are still a monk, that monk, since you are already a monk, why are you still doing this vulgar dress? Jiang Muxue put down the cup and smiled gently.

Tang Seng took off the scholar's hat on his head, revealing his bare head, and sighed repeatedly, "Donor, the family identity of the poor monk is a long story...... and then asked for money to talk about, but Jiang Muxue didn't give him a chance to speak, "The little elder specially came to my door just to tell me this?" I'm sorry, my husband is not here, and I am a woman who is not good for a long time to keep the little elder, and I ask for your understanding. ”

After speaking, serve tea and send it off.

After a while, he reacted that a monk has not been influenced by mundane etiquette, so where does he know the truth of serving tea and sending guests. So he ordered the maid to drive Tang Seng out.

This monk with a "shocking secret" was about to be kicked out before he could open his mouth to speak, and he couldn't help but be anxious, and suddenly knelt on the ground and cried: "Mother is above, please accept the child's worship!" Then, the rain of tears followed.

Jiang Muxue was deliberately confused, and waved her hand again and again, "Stop, stop!" I said that monk, do you understand the rules? Is there any ethics? When you see someone, you call someone your mother, who taught you? ”

Tang Seng saw that Jiang Muxue was angry, and he was even more anxious and incoherent, because things were completely unexpected by him, let alone in his rhythm.

Jiang Muxue "played" enough, so she sat down again and said in a deep voice: "I think you are a person with a story, if you have to tell me, then okay, you get up first and say it." ”

I only heard Tang Seng say: "The poor monk is the apprentice of Elder Faming of Jinshan Temple. Speaking of which, I am not a monk since childhood, nor am I a middle-aged monk, speaking of which, I have a great grievance, and I am burdened with a sea of blood and hatred! My father was killed by thieves, and my mother was occupied by thieves, and it was my master, Elder Fa Ming, who taught me to look for my mother in Jiangzhou Yanai. ”

These words are almost exactly the same as in his previous life, but Wen Jiao's heart is weak, and after hearing this, his face changed greatly, and he asked him what his mother's surname was and where the head of the family was. But Jiang Muxue didn't ask, and after listening to it for a long time, she only lowered her head and drank tea, and her movements were good.

This reflection is not what Tang Seng wants at all, in his imagination, a mother who has lost her son for many years sees her son again, even if she faints in surprise, she will burst into tears, not to mention, his mother was occupied by thieves, and her husband was killed by thieves, this is a great hatred!

"How did you get to your master, oh, Elder Faming?" After a long time, Jiang Muxue opened her mouth and asked.

She has always been curious about this matter, after Tang Seng suddenly disappeared eighteen years ago, she and Tang Li had been to the mouth of the river more than once, and more than once went to Jinshan Temple, and saw Elder Fa Ming and his disciples, at that time, but even Tang Seng did not see the shadow of Tang Seng, this went around and around, eighteen years later, Tang Seng told her that he was by Elder Fa Ming's side these years, and stayed for eighteen years, what does this mean?

It shows that some people just think that she and Tang Li are easy to play, and they are deliberately playing.

Although Tang Seng didn't know the meaning of Jiang Muxue's words, he still said honestly: "Back then, my master, Elder Fa Ming, was playing the piano at the foot of Jinshan Temple and enlightening the Tao, when he suddenly heard the cry of a baby coming from the river, and hurriedly ran away, and then saw me lying in a small wooden basin when I was only half a year old. (To be continued.) )