A person, a sword, and a green shirt floated from the Tianshan Mountains, but such an immortal-level old sword ghost was scolded as a neurotic and an actor. It's also a shame that he is not imprisoned by worldly thoughts, but he doesn't care much.

Murong Tiankui came to the door of Fengyun Community in the strange eyes of everyone.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, how can you break into it casually?" The security guard at the door asked impatiently, it was already hot in summer, and it was even hotter when he saw Murong Tiankui dressed in this costume. Fengyun Pharmaceutical is also a pillar enterprise in the county, and even the doorman is unconsciously arrogant, looking at everyone who loves to answer and ignores him.

Murong Tiankui didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked directly inside.

"Whoever let you in, I'll call the police if you go inside." As he spoke, he came out of the sentry box, wanting to stop Murong Tiankui.

Murong Tiankui saw that he couldn't get rid of him, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to enter the community, so he turned his head and looked at the security guard in a daze. As soon as the security guard's eyes met Murong Tiankui's, he couldn't help but shudder. The eyes are cold and frightening, like the eyes of a hungry cheetah when they see their prey. For a while, he forgot his duty, and he didn't reach out to stop him again.

"My God, this is a human or a ghost, and it almost didn't scare Lao Tzu to death." The security guard patted his frightened little heart as he walked into the sentry box. After walking a few steps, he suddenly realized that he had made a serious mistake and let a stranger in without permission, which was to be expelled. Looking back, work is not as important as life, so it's better not to touch this evil star. Qi Qi returned to the duty room.

"Strange old man, you're blocking me from practicing boxing." A childish voice came.

"What kind of punch are you practicing? Children. Murong Tiankui said harmlessly with a human and animal face.

Su Hetu glanced at him, did not speak, and practiced on his own again.

"Are you practicing King Kong angry?" Murong Tiankui didn't feel ashamed to be ignored.

Su Hetu stopped and looked at the strangely dressed middle-aged uncle in front of him. The eyes revealed full of doubts, because the set of boxing techniques he practiced was to assist the "Maze Sutra", and only he and the old Bodhi monk who had passed away knew about it. I really can't think of why this person can say it in one sentence. Subconsciously, he was on the defensive, he was afraid that the master's enemies would come to take revenge.

"You don't have to be afraid, I'm not a bad person, in principle, I'm your second master. I am very good friends with your master, the old monk who passed away. ”

How could Su Hetu believe it because of his short words. "And what proof do you have?"

Murong Tiankui unconsciously showed a little appreciation. But he was also a little depressed, and he really couldn't figure out how to prove that he was a friend of the old monk. looked at Su Hetu in a daze, and didn't know how to explain it.

Su Hetu put his two arms in front of his chest, with an expression that I knew you were an impostor, which made Murong Tiankui angry. stopped talking at the moment, and sat quietly next to Su Hetu.

Su Hetu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and started boxing again on the side. In the past, I was sweating profusely for a quarter of an hour while boxing, but after half an hour, I didn't feel a little hot, but I felt a lot cooler.

The punch is getting faster and faster, faintly giving birth to a burst of fist wind, and the place where the fist road intersects will leave a trace of afterimage, and all the afterimage intersects to give birth to an angry King Kong. Of course, only Murong Tiankui could see it.

The people passing by on the side looked sideways, one was amazed that the young Su Hetu could play such a tiger boxing technique. More of it was Murong Tiankui who was sitting cross-legged downstairs, because there was a golden light flashing three meters around him, and the Tianshan Snow Lotus Platform was floating quietly beside him, exuding a cold air.

How could people have ever seen such a scene, and they thought they had seen a fairy? In fact, Murong Tiankui didn't know that it was Su Hetu's boxing technique that activated the energy of the lotus platform, and it was continuously transmitted to his and Su Hetu's bodies, so that their cultivation had twice the effect with half the effort.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Su Hetu slowly withdrew his fist, sank into the dantian, and then spit out a breath of turbidity. Today's workout is complete. Although he had been boxing for nearly three hours, he did not feel tired at all, and his eyes scattered two golden rays of light, shining brightly. It's like a little King Kong.

Murong Tiankui also woke up from his meditation, looked at Su Hetu who was stretching his waist, smiled, and thought, "A child is a child." ”

Su Hetu didn't even look at him, got up and was about to go home. Murong Tiankui didn't do it, he came all the way for this kid, and what was the matter with eating the closed door. If you let that stinky cow nose know, you won't laugh off your big teeth.

"Hey, little doll, don't invite the old man to your house to sit." Murong Tiankui shouted from behind Su Hetu.

Su Hetu turned around impatiently, and the old sword ghost thought that there was a play. But Su Hetu's next sentence almost didn't make him vomit blood.

"Why, when you see you like this, you eat a lot, and you don't waste our food when you go to our house."

"You stinky boy, you're ingrateful. Since you don't want to invite me to dinner, then return my Nine Heavens Xuantie Sword to me. This would make Murong Tiankui remember that he had given his most beloved Xuantie Sword to this white-eyed wolf.

"What Nine Heavens Xuantie Sword, why haven't I seen it." How did Su Hetu know that the sandalwood sword he called the peach blossom was the Nine Heavens Xuantie Sword that the old sword ghost had never left for a moment.

Murong Tiankui wanted to talk to him about his strange experiences before, but he still suppressed it. You can't ruin the old monk's hundred-year hard work because of a meal and an identity. Because Su Hetu's heart surname is still unstable now, King Kong Fist has just had a shelf.

Su Hetu saw that he didn't speak, and he felt bored, so he walked home.

When night fell, Murong Tiankui's figure suddenly burst into flames and flew onto the roof of the building. At his level, it's perfectly fine to skip meals for a day or two. During the retreat, he never ate a little thing, and it was not the same as walking on the wall.

He slowly took out the three pillars of incense from his arms, lit them gently, and faced the south. Kneeling on the ground with a plop, old tears were in full swing.

It is said that men have gold under their knees, and since ancient times, they can only kneel to the sky, the ground, and their parents. Murong Tiankui knelt firmly, knelt without hesitation, and knelt with righteousness.

"Old monk, it's worth it to you with my old bones. The so-called six realms of reincarnation, the so-called reincarnation of eternal life, how can there be a reality that comes freely in this life, why did it just leave. Xiaohetu has already given birth to the qi of Vajra, and you should be at ease in the Western Elysium. That's the only right thing you've done in your life. ”

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