The black gas wanted to fight quickly, and the uniform would leave, without delay, so as not to recur the branches. Seeing Cui Houqing standing in a daze, the black qi heart said Could it be that the desert monk is not nearby? The black mist said, "Why don't you run?"

Cui Houqing didn't answer, his eyes became more and more intense, his throat seemed to have a flame, and he said hoarsely: "Did you kill my parents?" Cui Houqing roared, the anger in his heart caused the violent aura that had been hidden for a long time, Cui Houqing felt like a flame, incomparable flames, absorbing and running aura, and the moonlight rushed towards Cui Houqing, sucking like a storm crazily, full of violent gas, and continued to swell. All the moonlight was sucked in, the sky and the earth were dark, only the moonlight to the moon platform A dazzling pillar of light wrapped Cui Houqing struggling in the rage, the wooden stick devoured the sky and emitted a turquoise light, the cold qi circulated in the body and suppressed, and now the violent qi was flourishing, but the wooden stick devouring the sky could no longer be suppressed.

In the eyes of outsiders, Cui Houqing was covered in red light, black and steaming in a radius of ten zhang, the rocks under his feet were cracked, and the ground was cracked, as if a major earthquake was being carried out. The black qi looked at Cui Houqing as if the demon king had woken up, and he couldn't help but tremble, not daring to step forward. In Cui Houqing's opinion, he was in the mud, and he wanted to be sober, but he couldn't control this violent atmosphere to continue to increase and rage. The black qi and red light continued to increase, and the range became wider and wider, and the surrounding bamboo forest withered when it was close to the black qi, and the vitality was absorbed completely.

The wind and clouds surged, and the surrounding sky was full of black clouds. At the moment when Cui Houqing lost his last consciousness, he saw that the old man appeared in front of him at some point, dancing with his hair all over his head, like a real god, his arm emitted white light against the red light and black gas, no matter how violent the red light and black gas were, it had no effect at all, he easily stretched into the red light and black gas, touched the top of Cui Houqing's head, and pressed the violent qi into his body in a moment. Cui Houqing felt that a cold qi in his body and the cold qi emitted by the wooden stick devouring the sky converged to suppress the violent qi, and the circulation dispersed and gradually disappeared. The moonlight was unrestrained, and dispersed in all directions, and the heavens and the earth became bright again. Cui Houqing couldn't support it anymore and fainted on the ground.

The man in the black air wants to take people when he sees the situation. "Get out!" but it was the old man Zhong who snorted coldly, without any momentum, and he didn't see how loud the sound was. I saw the man in black scream in pain, a mouthful of blood gushed out, the black gas dissipated, and the man in black came out, still wrapped in black cloth all over his body, still carrying a fairy sword behind him. The man in black was hit by this blow and fell straight above the sea of clouds.

Cui Houqing's consciousness was hazy and he had a strange dream. Cui Houqing stood between the sky and the ground, and found himself on the Gobi Wasteland, with countless corpses under his feet until unknown places on all sides, those corpses, there were men and women, big and small, some people had demons, and under the corpses was a sea of blood, dyeing the entire wasteland red, black and black, and the bloody air came to his face.

Three red clouds of smoke and dust suspended in front of the wasteland, slowly flowing from the sky to the earth, and the ground gathered into a sea of blood, and hundreds of millions of corpses floated above the sea of blood, losing blood as if they were injured.

"Qiankun..."

"I said the sky was going to change, but no one ever believed me"

There was a person who said in Cui Houqing's ear in a contemptuous tone. Cui Houqing Huo Ran turned around and didn't see anyone talking, but saw many people looking up at the sky. Among those people are monks in robes, Taoist people standing tall with swords, delicate and beautiful young women, and wrinkled old women, no matter how different their clothes and demeanors are, these people have one thing in common, that is, they all hold their heads high and look at the sky. Cui Houqing followed their gaze. A face that had been transformed into a crystal expanse hung in the sky, with the sun in his left eye and the moon in his right, and the sound of the wind roaring was the sound it made. The sun and the moon shine together, this is a situation that has never been seen before, the eyes of the people looking at the sky are full of fear, and Cui Houqing is also afraid, and they don't know why they are afraid.

Cui Houqing looked left and right to find the person who had spoken to him before, wanting to ask what happened, but no matter how he searched, he couldn't find that person, only to see thousands of people struggling in the sea of blood, Cui Houqing looked at the mouth wide, many faces were so familiar, that was the desert monk, that was the master desert monk, that was Lin Haoran, that... Little sister Yi Zhen'er. After a long time, those people withdrew their gaze from the sky and looked at Cui Houqing in surprise, as if representing some kind of hope. There were strange changes in their eyes, some of them became more and more shocked, some of them became more and more hot, some of them became more and more desperate, and some of them even slowly shed tears.

Cui Houqing looked forward, and only a tall figure was so familiar, with long white hair and a beard reaching the ground, walking through the sea of blood to an unknown place ahead. He shouted at the tall figure, "Hey, is that you? what's going on?"

The tall figure didn't turn around, his back was extremely gloomy, and the thunder rumbled, and said, "How do you choose?" Cui Houqing looked at the many familiar people who were dying, from fear to shock to chest tearing pain.

Cui Houqing woke up suddenly, as if he had been in a dream for several days, and he woke up in a quarter of an hour. Cui Houqing opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was the kind smiling face of Old Man Zhong. Cui Houqing gasped wildly for a while, not knowing what was in the dream?

The bright moon is slanting to the east, and the east gradually has a white belly, and the night passes like this.

After Cui Houqing saw Old Man Zhong in the sea of clouds as promised, after his guidance, many problems of cultivation were solved, even if Cui Houqing's qualifications were not good, his practice was increasing day by day unconsciously.

The desert monk fought with Lin Haoran in the main hall, and he never asked Cui Houqing about his practice. And his brothers also gave him up as a matter of course, and no one cared about what happened to him in the future. But Yi Zhen'er still mingles with him, but sometimes it's a little deep, and I don't know what I'm thinking in my heart.

In this way, nearly three years passed in a hurry, everything was changing quietly, and Old Man Zhong's eyes became more and more loving, which made Cui Houqing a little stunned, every time he looked, he always felt that there was something hidden in Old Man Zhong's eyes.

Cui Houqing didn't know how many times he asked Old Man Zhong's name and identity, but he refused on the pretext that he didn't deserve to know now. In the past few years of communication, Old Man Zhong told him many novel things in the outside world, and Cui Houqing's horizons have broadened a lot.

It was lunch time again, and the disciples came in pairs and threes. Due to Cui Houqing's poor practice, since the completion of his homework two years ago, the cooking work has naturally been transferred to Cui Houqing. At the beginning, Cui Houqing was specially taught by the Dao Heavenly Spirit Master for this, and later relied on his own talent for cooking. Cui Houqing brought the food to the table one by one, washed his hands and prepared to eat.

The disciples were present as usual, and the nine disciples who went out did not come back as Xia Yan said, and ten stools were added opposite them, and ten female disciples of the Tongtian Sect were sitting. From time to time, there are four eyes on the dinner table, adding vegetables to each other, secretly laughing, and secretly sending many things to happen, not to mention the daily time to teach each other privately, and steal incense under the moon. The desert monk realized how wrong his decision was a long time ago, and he could only eat Coptis chinensis dumbly, staring and sulking.

At the dinner table, except for the desert monks and others, only Cui Houqing and the ruthless Wang Wenqing did not have these things, and everyone else had their own favorite people, and they looked at each other with affection from time to time. Cui Houqing is now fifteen years old, more than a head taller than three years ago, and his body is much stronger, although he is not handsome, except for the still red eyes, he can be regarded as the more attractive among the nine disciples. Cui Houqing is not without someone he likes, but every time he looks at Yi Zhen'er, she eats most of the time without noticing, and even if she finds out, she just smiles and doesn't think so. Now Yi Zhen'er is seventeen years old, and she has become a slim girl, in Cui Houqing's eyes, her senior sister is more beautiful than three years ago, and now only Wang Wenqing can compare Yi Zhen'er's beauty. Cui Houqing turned her face to look, and happened to catch up with her to raise her eyes, looking at each other, Cui Houqing suddenly felt a cold breath hit her heart, hurriedly got down, and slammed two mouthfuls of food. Cui Houqing didn't want to look at her cold eyes, but in the eyes of others, Cui Houqing was shy, Yi Zhen'er glanced at Cui Houqing and sneered, Cui Houqing wanted to explain, but the words choked in her throat and couldn't say anything. Chi Tianling stabbed Cui Houqing with his elbow, with a look in his eyes that everyone understood, and laughed softly: "Little junior brother, we all understand." Cui Houqing wanted to argue, but he opened his mouth, his face was flushed and he didn't say it, he lowered his head and just put the food in his mouth, which was even more misunderstood in the eyes of others, and from time to time someone looked at Cui Houqing and then at Wang Wenqing, bowing his head and laughing. Wang Wenqing's cold eyes swept away, and the laughter disappeared suddenly. Wang Wenqing is not liked by no one, it is his cold face, rejecting people thousands of miles away, and freezing the likes of others. Even if someone was able to resist the pressure, they were knocked down by her silent refusal.

Xiao Hei got under the table, picked up leftovers, shuttled back and forth, and rubbed a few times in front of his disciple's leg from time to time to curry favor and get a reward.

"Xiao Hei, you dead dog, come and snatch my bones again. But it was Master Guangyin who cried out in dissatisfaction.

Everyone laughed, but it was the mountain mage who shook his head and said, "Thirteenth junior brother, it's a wolf!"

Master Guangyin muttered, "Look at what it looks like a wolf? It has no wolf nature at all, and steals people's food all day long." ”

But it was the female disciple of the Tongtian Sect on the opposite side who snorted and laughed coquettishly.

Since Xiao Hei was discovered, Cui Houqing was beaten because of this, and the desert monk had to acquiesce to Xiao Hei becoming a member of the mountain, and Xiao Hei became more and more familiar with the big guys, selling around from time to time to beg for food, that is, every time he saw the desert monk, he hid far away and didn't dare to provoke!

Xiao Hei grabbed a bone, didn't hurry, looked back coldly, walked to Yi Zhen'er's feet, lay down, and gnawed alone. Now it seems that there is no true color of a wolf?

The desert monk coughed, and everyone fell silent. The desert monk shouted: "Heavenly Spirit Mage!", and the Heavenly Spirit Master stood up and said, "Yes, master!"

The desert monk said: "What did I see you doing in the kitchen today?"

Master Tianling said, "Master, I'm here to see if there is anything in the kitchen that can be moved. ”

The desert monk took a bite of food and said, "How is it?"

The Heavenly Spirit Mage said, "It seems to have moved." ”

"What?" the other disciples said in unison. Everyone knows that the Imperial Object, that is the cultivation that requires the third layer of the Upper Mirror, and the qualification of the Heavenly Spirit Mage is not the worst among the disciples, and it is also the last among them, and he can actually reach the third layer of the Upper Mirror one step ahead.

The desert monk nodded, his face softened, and said: "Okay, with your qualifications, you can reach the third layer first, it can be seen that you have put in a lot of effort on weekdays, come to my room after dinner, and I will give you a robe." ”

The Heavenly Spirit Mage was ecstatic and hurriedly said, "Yes, Master!"

"Old Seventeen is not lying. ”

"yes, how could he reach the third layer before we did?"

"There must be fraud in it!"

I don't know who is bowing his head and whispering below.