He stretched out his jade hand and continued: "It's just that he is a little extreme, as the head of Qinglong Temple, he is very angry, and his face is also very important." So even if you have remorse in your heart, you won't say it, don't hate him. ”

Cui Houqing shook his head and said, "Uncle Shi, I don't dare to blame the master, I only blame myself for violating the door rules and making the master angry." ”

Master Yuru sighed lightly and said, "There is indeed a rule that you can't keep pets in captivity, but I don't know why you can't, but your master must know what's at stake, and in addition, he has been troubled by everything recently, and he is in a very bad mood." ”

Cui Houqing said: "I don't know why the master is upset?"

Master Yuru hesitated for a while and said, "There have been many major events in the outside world recently, and you don't know about it. In addition, now the veins of Qinglong Mountain, Qinglong Temple Tongtian Peak is gradually declining. Although your master's cultivation is high, his disciples are often ridiculed by his uncles and uncles. He is also very strong in his heart, so he is naturally extremely uncomfortable. I am also worried that none of the disciples can take the lead, which is even more sorry for the ancestors, this heavy burden is on his shoulders alone, and he is actually very bitter in his heart. ”

Cui Houqing was silent, and Master Yuru immediately came to his senses, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Really, what am I saying to you, an eleven-year-old hairy child?" ”

Cui Houqing replied and said, "Yes, uncle, you go slowly." ”

Master Yuru nodded and walked out of the door, Cui Houqing sent it to the door, watched Master Yuru's back disappear, and then went back to the room.

Master Yuru gently walked into the Yulu Hall and pushed open the back door, which was a very large and spacious room, half of which was hung with red lings, red candles swaying, and the heating was fragrant. The desert monk was standing by the wall, looking at the paintings on the wall.

"He's back, how's he?" The desert monk didn't turn around and knew that it was Master Yuru who had returned.

Master Yuru stretched his brows and said, "How is it? I was beaten by your master and vomited blood!"

The desert monk snorted coldly and said, "It's good that you don't pretend to be dead." ”

Master Yuru sighed lightly, but the desert monk turned his head and asked, "Why are you sighing too?"

Master Yuru cut his hair and said, "I saw a person in your precious apprentice's room. ”

The desert monk said, "Who?"

Master Yuru said: "Your precious female apprentice!"

The desert monk frowned and said, "It's so late, what is he doing there?"

Master Yuru said: "I don't know, they seem to be very close. ”

The desert monk thought for a while and said, "They are usually together, and it is normal to be intimate. ”

Master Yuru said: "But they are all thirteen years old. I was married when I was fifteen. ”

The desert monk sighed lightly and said, "Yes, it's big enough." Then he walked out the door.

Master Yuru hurriedly said, "Where are you going?"

The desert monk paused for a moment and said, "Go and see what they are doing?" and then walked out briskly without looking back.

It wasn't until Mao Shi that Cui Houqing went out and came towards the sea of clouds at the moon, and in a year, he had become accustomed to cultivating under the moon. Cui Houqing sat on the boulder on the edge of the cliff, didn't say a word, calmed down, and began to cultivate. Now the moonlight is rushing in all directions, much more intense than a year ago, and the wooden stick on the chest is more crystal clear, and the absorption of moonlight is also more intense, and the moonlight gathers around the wooden stick to eat the sky in a funnel shape. However, Cui Houqing didn't pay attention to these, and after a long time, he got used to it. After a year of work, although Cui Houqing can't run the 36 circles of Zhou Tian, he has at least mastered the Qinglong Ascension Technique, and the holes around his body are controlled freely. Absorb qi into the body, circulate large and small, sink the qi into the dantian, and then disperse into the acupoints, meridian circulation, and finally disperse into Rendu. The whole process was done twelve times before Cui Houqing slowly opened his eyes, for some reason, he still felt that the combination of these two methods was still not perfect, and it seemed that there was something missing, but he couldn't think of anything after thinking about it, so he could only practice like this. Cui Houqing stood up and moved, the bones around his body crackled, and the pain on his body had long since disappeared, and he didn't know if it was the effect of Uncle Shi's elixir or the body's absorption of moonlight.

Cui Houqing took a long breath, closed his eyes and felt that there was a white cyclone in his body centered on Tianquan, rotating rapidly, and the speed of absorbing moonlight also accelerated, and the moonlight entered his body to quickly repair the injured viscera, at this time, even the last small injury was completely repaired at a visible speed. After fully recovering, Cui Houqing felt that the speed of the cyclone had become a little slower, but the speed of absorbing the moonlight was not much less, but the moonlight entering the body was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no trace.

At this time, the fastest place to absorb the moonlight was Cui Houqing's chest, where the wooden stick was placed to devour the sky. At this time, Cui Houqing slowly took out the wooden stick Devouring the Sky, took it in front of him and looked at it, he couldn't understand what it was, what it had to do with himself, he could absorb the moonlight like himself, and the speed was much more intense than absorbing the moonlight himself. Cui Houqing looked over and over again, and found that the wooden stick devouring the sky had really changed, the original crystal clear white had now become a little red, and a trace of red lines began to appear on the wooden stick devouring the sky. Cui Houqing took advantage of the moonlight and looked carefully, only to see the slender red line, twisting and turning, just like the blood vessels of the human body, but it was not yet a climate. The wooden stick sent out a cool breath at the moment of devouring the sky, swimming around Cui Houqing's body, snatching the moonlight in Cui Houqing's body. Cui Houqing sometimes feels that he and this wooden stick devouring the sky are like blood connections. Of course, he didn't dare to separate from the wooden stick, for fear of going mad that night again.

A meteor flashed in the distance, and Cui Houqing remembered the appearance of the mountain mage's robe flying, so he put the wooden stick three feet in front of him. According to the imperial magic trick given to him by Yi Zhen'er, the luck of his body ran again, holding the sword finger in his hand, and he pulled hard, and said: "Get up." Suddenly, Cui Houqing saw the wooden stick move to devour the sky, although it was only a small shake, which made him ecstatic in his heart. He continued to try like this two or three times, but he no longer saw the wooden stick devouring the sky move, Cui Houqing suspected that he was dazzled just now, he knew that the realm of exorcism was the fundamental foundation for cultivating magic weapons in Qinglong Mountain's Buddhism, and it could not be reached until he reached the third layer of the Qinglong Ascension Technique. Cui Houqing shook his head, shook off his distracting thoughts, picked up the wooden stick and looked at it carefully, but he didn't move after a while.

It's not that he's discovered, it's a very ordinary thing----- he's in a daze!

The whole body is white and slightly reddish wooden sticks devouring the sky, the two ends are only about a foot long, I don't know what material it is, the only thing that is a little abnormal is that it has blood-like veins. The veins are round and full, and if you look closely, it seems that human blood is mixed in them.

Cui Houqing suddenly trembled, the thought of human blood flashing in his mind just now made him feel a little hungry and thirsty, and his throat felt a little dry. Over the years, he has slowly forgotten the bloodthirsty impulse under the moon, and only occasionally dreams back late at night, only to suddenly dream about that strange experience, and wake up sweating profusely.

At that time, he felt very lonely, alone in the face of the unknown hideous, alone in the face of the unknown death. At this time, he always couldn't suppress his inexplicable emotional excitement, with a hint of fanatical impulse, and couldn't help but feel murderous and bloodthirsty.

Cui Houqing didn't know why he had such a strange feeling, but fortunately he had another way to calm his terrifying heart: the wooden stick devouring the sky! This wooden stick devouring the sky did not know where it came from, but it had such a wonderful use, and every time it exuded a cool breath, pulling him back from the edge of bloodthirsty impulse. Although as his cultivation deepened, the violent aura became stronger and stronger, and the frequency and intensity of Cui Houqing's attacks became higher and higher, but every time the wooden stick devoured the sky, it could be suppressed, allowing him to wander on the edge of the human world and the demon world for a year, but fortunately, he was able to save the day every time. This made him more and more inseparable from this stick, and gradually regarded it as an intimate object that he was reluctant to leave.

After another three months, Cui Houqing was finally able to circulate thirty-six times around the Zhoutian, and finally completed the first layer of the Qinglong Ascension Formula, although it was three months later than ordinary people, but what Cui Houqing didn't know was that he couldn't achieve it at all with his qualifications, and it was the credit of his diligent practice of the Qinglong Ascension Formula every day. After another ten days, after the first layer was consolidated, Cui Houqing began to practice the second layer of exercises.

In the Blue Dragon Ascension Technique, the first to fourth layers of the Upper Mirror are the foundation of all spells, and the difficulty is gradually deepening. The first layer is aimed at absorbing qi, and the second layer is mainly refining qi, aiming to refine the vital qi entering the body and fill the whole body. The third layer is mainly in the solid gas, and pays attention to the free sending and receiving of vitality. The fourth level of the main thing is luck, which is to comprehend and resonate with the nature of heaven and earth, and to be able to operate the aura of the outside world.

After a year of hard work, Cui Houqing has laid a good foundation, but he feels that the second layer is easier.

Time flies, and before I know it, another few months have passed, and Cui Houqing is nearly twelve years old.

Suddenly, Cui Houqing came up the mountain after finishing his homework on carrying water, and suddenly there was a whistling in the sky, and several streamers came quickly, sweeping towards the front peak.

Cui Houqing felt strange in his heart, no one had come to the Tongtian Peak of Qinglong Temple for a long time, I don't know who it is today? He turned around and whistled, and a streamer followed, and he stopped his body and saw clearly that it was Xiao Hei. After a few months, Xiao Hei seems to have grown up a little more, and his coat color is more oily, wagging his tail and rubbing between Cui Houqing's legs. Cui Houqing patted its head and rushed towards the mountain, Xiao Hei was stunned for a moment, and followed.

Before entering the main hall, Cui Houqing saw many more people coming to the main hall, standing at the front were two white-clothed monks, one was tall and jade, chic and handsome, fluttering in white clothes, outstanding.

The other was a teenager, a little shorter than him, about twelve or thirteen years old. Cui Houqing looked a little familiar, and suddenly, he held his breath, and a wisp of sadness that he had forgotten rose from the bottom of his heart, because he looked a little lonely in front of him!

"Haoran?" he called out from afar, his voice a little hoarse.

The young man's body shook, and he turned his head, his eyes wide open, and his mouth wide open. The two looked at each other's somewhat familiar and somewhat unfamiliar faces, even though there were a thousand feelings in their hearts, and they came to their hearts for a while, and there were thousands of words in their hearts, but in the end, they only turned into two words:

"Houqing?"

"Xia Yan and Lin Haoran, the disciples of the Tianfang Daoist of the Penglai Mountain Sect, meet Uncle Yi. "On the Yulu Palace, the desert monk and Master Yuru sat on the top seat, and the rest of the disciples were lined up on both sides, and Cui Houqing was at the end of the right hand. The two white-clothed people in the field, that is, Lin Haoran and the person named Xia Yan. Behind the two stood ten girls in Tsing Yi, mostly twelve or thirteen years old, five in two rows. Among the ten people, all of them had delicate faces, and most of them looked around with happy faces. There is a person in the middle, his eyes are lowered, his face is cold, and the length is extremely beautiful, and even his beauty is much more than Yi Zhen'er. Cui Houqing has never seen such a beautiful girl, and she didn't feel that she looked at it twice.