Ah Man looked at the mountains of fish piled up on the shore, grinned, and showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth on his muddy face, looking very honest and cute.

The barbarians are five big and three thick, and they are very quick in their work, as if they are very experienced outside all the year round. Seven or eight mud stoves were arched on the ground, and the fire was more stable than Lan Jiu's fire, and in a short time, all the fish were on the grill. Waiting for the fish to be roasted, Lan Jiu couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so embarrassed?" ”

Stretched out his hand to wipe the mud on his face, Ah Man said nonchalantly: "Originally, I was said to be carrying goods at the dock, and they would take care of the food, but who knew that I was eating at noon, they were not happy, let me get out, I didn't leave, they beat me." Alas, it's all my fault that I'm too good to eat. ”

Lan Jiu sneered: "It's no wonder that you, a spiritual warrior, have only comprehended one mud armor technique, it's really strange." ”

Ah Man looked at Lan Jiu in surprise: "How do you know the spell I comprehended?" ”

Lan Jiu remembered her mother-in-law's countless admonitions, and knew that she was not allowed to say anything to anyone, so she smiled slyly: "I guess." Look, all the spiritual monks have worshiped the master, and I don't know how much silver they can earn every month, but look at you, you still have to carry those mortals. But you're also a cultivator, so how dare they do anything with you? ”

Ah Man was said by Lan Jiu, and said shyly: "I'm afraid that I will accidentally hurt them, where do I dare to make a move?" Besides, it's my fault that I was too good to eat when I was a child, and my parents didn't want me anymore, let alone these others, and I should dislike me. They weren't wrong, I was wrong. ”

Lan Jiu frowned, how could someone think like this? Since I was a child, my mother-in-law has taught herself, "Whoever beats you, you will call me back immediately, and if you can't win, your mother-in-law will help you fight." "So there is no one in the village who is not afraid of himself. Ah Man was willingly beaten. Thanks to the technique he comprehended was the mud armor technique, it didn't hurt to be beaten if he wanted to, no wonder he was covered in mud and dirty, sloppy, it turned out that he had been beaten by the group.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, it was really not easy to give him a full meal. Lan Jiu clapped her hands and stood up: "This girl, Lan Jiu, a water system Taoist, has a fate to get acquainted today, and will ...... in the future Hey, I don't know where to go in the future, so let's leave it at that. ”

Ah Man stood in front of her, twisted for a long time, and finally made up his mind and said, "If you don't dislike it, can you accept me as a little brother?" There is strength to move and lift, if someone else beats you, I will protect you. Just take care of the food. ”

Lan Jiu laughed: "I'm still relying on the sky to eat, what do I care about you?" Let's go back to our respective homes. After speaking, Lan Jiutou didn't go back to Aman, and walked towards the village.

Canglong Mountain at night is quiet and majestic, Canglong Village is like a small stone, quietly falling at the foot of Canglong Mountain.

It is said that the land of Canglong is a giant dragon transformed, the dragon's head is transformed into Canglong Mountain, the dragon's spine is transformed into Nanyu Mountain and Beiyao Mountain on both sides of the Taijiang River and along the river, and the southeast direction runs through the entire continent. The dragon rib turned into Xuanjian Mountain, Yin Mountain, and Chengshan Mountain in the north, and Xunshan Mountain and Yishan Mountain in the south. The dragon's tail was thrown out for a long time, and it became today's Tianwei Mountain. These mountain ranges are collectively known as the four mountains and five mountains of the Canglong Continent.

The dragon stretched out two sharp claws, one into the Iron Mountain, and the other into the Valley of the Lost Trail. Two dragon eyes rose into the air, one was the sun in the daytime, shining on the earth, and the other was turning into the bright moon at night, looking at all beings. The dragon skin rose with the wind, half of it was spread in the north, turning into the Xuanming Black Sea, and half of it was spread in the southernmost part of the continent, becoming a wild desert.

The legend about the Canglong Continent is a story that the people, ghosts, and demons who coexist on this road are tired of hearing it when they were children. The elders of every family, their ancestors have been singing the praises of the dragon for generations. It is this dragon that provides a place for everyone to survive. I heard that people, ghosts, and demons once took dragons as gods, believed in dragons, sacrificed dragons, and prayed to dragons for good weather, but for some reason, now, the dragon is just a legend, and people only believe in the strong.

It is said that Canglong Mountain is filled with mysterious and powerful dragon energy, and even Xuan Xian can't enter the mountain, but Lan Jiu doesn't believe it. She remembers that when Daddy was still there, she always took her into Canglong Mountain to play, but it was strange to say, since Daddy was gone, she couldn't enter the mountain, every time she walked to the foot of the mountain, it was like entering an obstacle, walking around in the same place, maybe Daddy was more familiar with the road.

A long, long time ago, the people believed in the dragon god, and every year I don't know how many people went to Canglong Mountain to worship the dragon head. Now it is cold, only some old people still stubbornly believe in the dragon god, and occasionally come to offer some incense offerings.

Canglong Town used to be full of inns, for those who came to worship to provide food and lodging, every year to come to the people countless, here do business a lot of people are famous families, a lot of silver to earn, ordinary yellow incense to sell ten taels of silver. But since Lan Jiu remembered, he had never seen the pomp and circumstance in those mouths, but everyone wanted to go out.

Canglong Town is like this, not to mention their Canglong Village, and now the rest are all old and weak. Those who have the ability are all gone. If the qualifications are good, and you can worship under the eight sects and four sects, then it is really a glorious ancestor. Wang Erniu worshiped the Wuji Sect that year, and his father set up a flowing water banquet for a month to celebrate, and even the mayor of the town came to congratulate him, not to mention how majestic he was.

Lan Jiu lay on the bed, looking at Canglong Mountain in the distance, thinking that if he also had three spiritual roots like Wang Erniu, which big sect he worshipped, he would definitely be able to find the whereabouts of his mother-in-law. It's a pity that she is a small Taoist with a single spiritual root of the water system, and she is despised by Wang Erniu and them in the village, let alone worship the sect, I am afraid that she will not even touch the threshold of the big sect.

The five spiritual roots of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth are all determined by heaven. Whatever is born is what it is, and some people are blessed with a multi-spiritual root by nature, which is a manifestation of extraordinary talent among practitioners. Because every time there is an additional spiritual root, one will gain more cultivation than others in each cultivation trial, so cultivators with multiple spiritual roots tend to level up faster than cultivators with single spiritual roots.

In addition, the spiritual power of the cultivators of the multi-spiritual root will also be more abundant than that of the single spiritual root, and there will be more spiritual power supply in the battle, which is also a steady pressure on you. What's even more terrifying is that each spirit root represents the ability to comprehend a chance spell, that is to say, those with a single spirit root can have the opportunity to comprehend a chance spell when upgrading to a grandmaster, but those with five spirit roots can comprehend up to five chance spells in the process of cultivation. A cultivator with a single spiritual root, who cultivates to the Xuan Immortal, will have a total of five main spells and one chance spell, a total of five spells, while the five spirit root Xuan Immortal will have five main spells and five chance spells, a total of ten spells, so the comparison is simply worlds apart.

The chance spell is the most erratic, and many people have stopped practicing all their lives because of the chance spell, but if it is the five spirit roots, even if he comprehends the four waste wood chance spells, as long as one of them is right, he can still achieve a lot. At present, the only five Xuan Immortals left in the continent are all geniuses of the Five Spirit Roots.

The number of spiritual roots represents talent and represents a greater chance of cultivation, so this has also become a sign of a strong person among cultivators. A single spirit root grandmaster would never dare to underestimate a five spirit root Daoist, because it is very likely that that person will leave you far behind in a few decades.

To put it simply, the scum in the five spirit roots is also strong, and the strong in the single spirit root is just a scum.

It's just that Lan Jiu is a single spirit root, God, why are you so unfair~

Lan Jiu is extremely concerned about her single spirit root, firstly, since she was a child, Wang Erniu has always bullied her with this matter, and secondly, she has always felt that the reason why her mother-in-law forbade her to practice is because she thinks that even if she cultivates, she will not have any great potential.

If only I were a five-spirit root, Lan Jiu lay on the bed and thought over and over, and in a daze, she had that dream again.

The sky was as clear and blue as washed by water, and a white mist rose in the sun, and a huge silver dragon soared in the sky, obviously far away, but she could clearly see every huge dragon scale on the silver dragon's body, those scales were crystal clear, and under the illumination of the sun, they reflected the colorful brilliance. The silver dragon slowly landed in front of her, and the dragon's head was as huge as Canglong Mountain, but Lan Jiu didn't feel scared at all, because the eyes of the giant dragon looking at her were full of love.

Outside the window, a group of children were noisy, as if they were scolding someone, and their words were very vicious. Lan Jiu, who was disturbed by his dreams, pushed open the window and threw a water blade out, and the water blade brought out an aura, but it turned into countless small water droplets above the heads of those children, and it rained on them.

You don't need to look at it to know that the leader must be Wang Erniu's bear son, Wang Zhenxing, which is said to mean to take a revitalization of Wuji Sect. At the level of Wang Erniu, I am afraid that in Wuji Sect, he is also a person who pours tea and water, and he dares to have such high hopes for his son, which is really a big bull's courage.

At this moment, Wang Zhenxing was drenched in water, pointed at Lan Jiu and scolded: "You are a dead and wasteful, you dare to be arrogant in front of the master, wait for my father to come back, see how he cleans you up, my father is ......"

Lan Jiu rubbed his sleepy eyes, and answered without looking: "The youngest and most promising Great Spirit Master of the Wuji Sect, if you dare to provoke me, I will let my father bury you alive." Lan Jiu had heard this sentence countless times, and he had already memorized it, pouted and continued: "Before your father buries me alive, let him tell you the story of how I was trapped in the lake for five days and five nights." This girl slept well, you came to disturb you, and you deserved to be drenched in the soup. ”

"It's as if the master loves your thatched house, and even your cat is too poor to run away, let alone me. The master is a gift for you, little ones, bring me the person who came to find the waste nine. "Wang Zhenxing looks like a mountain king, and he is really exactly the same as his father when he was a child.