Eleven blue rays of light flew out of the Zongwu Hall and shot into the sky, hovering in the sky for a moment before each of them flew towards the place where they should go, as if they had wisdom.

Where the blue light flew by, it left white marks.

If people have the heart to follow the trajectory of these blue rays in time, it is not difficult to find their destination.

Under the blue blue sky, in a river valley a little far away from Chonghua Peak, several young men in gray or blue shirts wiped the blood from their weapons and found an open space near a small river ditch to sit down and rest.

They were all members of the Snow Wind Squad, and they had just worked together to kill two second-order forest snakes, and after distributing the spoils under the auspices of the captain, they found a safe place to have a picnic.

"Senior Brother Feng, you see that everything has a texture, the so-called "chopping wood according to the pattern", the same is true for cutting meat, cutting against the meat pattern can be cut quickly and well, and the cut meat will not stuff the teeth. ”

Song Yang, a young man who is not tall, not short, not fat, not thin, and has no characteristics except for old age, is setting up a complete set of cooking utensils at the head of the small river beach with a width of a few feet, and demonstrates how to cook for Yin Feng, the youngest member of the team.

Yin Feng, the younger brother of the captain, is about ten years old, and his eyes are wide looking forward to Song Yang's wonderful performance.

"Hahahaha, it's like you're misleading people here again!"

Song Qi is not like Song Yang with such a "heavy responsibility", nor is he like other companions who either meditate to recover their true qi or silently sort out the gains and losses, he is childlike and barefoot in the small river that is not up to his knees, and he doesn't know what he is happy about, and he accidentally heard that Song Yang was selling his groundless "crooked reasoning" again, so he couldn't help but laugh at him.

came over a little more, and kindly said to the young and ignorant Yin Feng:

"Senior Brother Feng, don't listen to his nonsense, we cultivators have been different from ordinary people since the day we set foot on the path, and only those mortals can have this kind of trouble. Moreover, the sword used by the cultivator is extremely sharp, so there is no need to worry about cutting the meat or anything, and it is okay to cut horizontally, vertically, vertically, crookedly, and crookedly! ”

"You're talking nonsense, it's in the book." Song Yang immediately went back, what he said would not be wrong, this is a truth that has been passed down from generation to generation in their Song family, and there is a saint as evidence.

"Yo yo yo, you generation of Litian's mud legs, you are still strong for talking nonsense!

When I was not in the Song Qi Dynasty, I was a student in the Dongting Academy of Daqi, and the emperor had personally met with me and gave me a coat of pen and ink, and I did not dare to claim to be full of economy, but I also read poetry and books, and I had never heard of these fallacies mentioned in that book. ”

While belittled Song Yang, this Song Qi boasted about his eventful past, and used the emperor to add gold to what he said.

The contempt from his background made Song Yang angry, and said to this senior brother who was "talking about boyish madness":

"You haven't seen the proof that you are lonely and unheard, and you are too old, Mr. Song Qi.

This is the record of the "Purple Pavilion Cong Talk" written by the female saint of the Tang Dynasty, this female saint and you are contemporaries, more than 50 years ago when you were old when you just became famous, she has written a lot, has a wide range of knowledge, benefits the people and the country, and supports the Tang Dynasty, and is respected by the Tang Emperor as the female saint of the world.

Moreover, for this title, none of the old people in the world have any objections, and they all deserve it.

Therefore, what her old man said is the truth of the world.

And you, an old man, practiced the sixth layer of qi when you started, and now you are still practicing the sixth layer of qi, who will listen to what you say? ”

Age is not only a secret that cannot be said for women, but also for men, Song Qi listened to Song Yang's cynicism, and his face became darker and darker, but he was a well-educated scholar after all, and he did not suddenly get into trouble because of the battle of words, but just snorted coldly:

"Hmph, no matter how sage she is, she is just a mortal sage, and the truth she says is only useful to mortals!"

Song Yang insisted disapprerovingly: "It is rumored that this female saint has the skill to stay in her face, and she may also be a person in our cultivation, and more people in her cultivation will hear and practice her principles in the future." ”

Song Qi, who was already looking for the bottom of the stairs, was extremely uncomfortable by these stubborn words, and was about to let this kid see the power of the sixth layer of qi training, when he was so frightened that he shook with a loud shout.

"What are you howling? Do you want to eat? You, and you, come over to the old lady! ”

Yin Xue, who had a big waist and a round waist, walked over, pointed at Song Qi and Yin Feng, who were hindering the chef's cooking, and took a salary from the bottom of the kettle, calling people away so that the fire could not burn.

At this moment, a beam of azure light fell from the sky, falling on Song Yang's head and burrowing into his body.

At this moment, one of the people of the Snow Wind Squad was stunned to witness this scene.

Why him?

Why not me?

At this moment, except for Song Yang, almost all people involuntarily flashed such thoughts in their minds.

The food chain of the Chonghua Sect from low to high is: gray-clothed disciples, blue-shirted disciples, Tsing Yi disciples, and white-clothed disciples.

The practice of treating ordinary disciples such as gray clothes and blue shirts has always been free-range.

The gray-clothed disciples were treated the worst, and they had to serve heavy labor, and what was even worse was that some gray-clothed disciples who had no way out did not even have to serve the labor, and the labor was linked to the treatment, and those who did not work were not paid.

The blue-shirted disciples are slightly better treated and have no labor, but the blue-shirted disciples who do not choose the peak are only slightly stronger than the gray-clothed disciples, and they are still free-range.

The so-called "peak selection" is not that you choose the peak to practice, but the "peak selection" and other peaks choose you, if there is really no peak selection for you to lower the edict, you can only go all the way to the foundation.