Seeing that "I am confident that after 200 years of life, I will be able to hit the water for 3,000 miles" - the eight Supreme Elders shouted three times in a row, "Okay!"

Seeing "Only great heroes can be true colors, and they are true celebrities and celebrities" - "Kuangda!"

Seeing "Relying on the sky and the sea are innumerable, and the flowing water and mountains know themselves" - "Wind bones!"

Seeing "once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud" - "delicate!"

Seeing that "life is not satisfactory in the world, the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats" - "Chic!"

Seeing "not afraid of clouds to cover my eyes, only because I am at the top" - "My heart is also related!"

Seeing "a glass of wine in the spring breeze of peach and plum, ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes" - "It's really lonely!"

Seeing "the affectionate peony contains spring tears, and the powerless rose lies on the branches" - "Qin Yan is still there, the fragrance is too beautiful! It must be the age to peek at a woman taking a bath!"

Seeing "The fisherman girl by the unnamed stream, the green resentment and red sorrow always don't know" - "Haha! Sure enough, I started to think about spring!" Seeing that "falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers" - the elders can't wait to bang their heads against the wall.

Seeing "But you have to be tender and chivalrous, this time you wish to be on the dressing table" - the elders shouted wildly: "You can't be that kind of person. ”

Seeing "How can there be an article that shocks the sea, and even carries a book to the end of the world" - I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and I knew that you were not that kind of person.

When I saw "The wicker green sun remembers each other, I know when the pear leaves are red" - "I won't write it to that black charcoal head, right?"

Seeing that "asking what is the situation in the world, the direct religion promises life and death" - the elders could no longer speak.

From the bold to the graceful, from the ambitious to the smiling and looking at the situation, from the depressed to the open to the all, stable, wandering, joyful, mad and sad...... How old is he, how many vicissitudes of life has he experienced?" Mino Xi happened to see that "the young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, he falls in love with the floor, he falls in love with the floor, and he is worried about the new words", and by the way, he used it as a comment. But although she said so, she still secretly calculated in her heart that she would burn all the poems she wrote when she was young and have been preserved to this day, and she must destroy the corpse.

"Fourth Ancestor, compared to the realm of these words, his martial arts are not very out-of-place. King Kong Sanzang smiled bitterly: "If the secret sword is compared to a masterpiece that has been famous for the ages, the nine secret swords are only nine works. ”

"Anyway, I don't like his works very much, obviously I have already been engaged, but I rely on my beautiful face and a little poetry talent to swagger and deceive my confidants outside. "Before Mino Xi started to be a monk in the past, she also ordered a doll, and until now, those childhood sweethearts are still the warmest picture in her memory.

"Fourth Ancestor, I'm afraid you're wrong to blame Fake Oil. "Vajra Sanzang shook out the suicide note written by Kaishen Chan before attending the Bodhi Festival: Under the peach blossom tree, the big feet and black waves. Without saying copper coins, first lay the reed mat bed. Three glasses of muddy liquor, a few heartfelt words. When to return home, laugh with her.

After reading this poem, Mino Xi suddenly froze there, his eyes flashed with complicated feelings, and suddenly turned into a wisp of green silk, and the lightning shot was like a Buddha cave full of cobwebs.

Immediately afterwards, the peak of Xiaoxitian's aura began to rise sharply, the night sky was full of clouds, the stars and the moon swallowed the essence, the grass and trees on the mountain showed withering glory at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even those old trees that had fallen to the ground and did not know that they had died for hundreds of years were also swishing and withering in an instant.

Colorful lightning appeared in the clouds like a swimming dragon, the Liancheng mountain range began to tremble, and stones were suspended in the air, and the clear spring between the pines and the waterfall on the top of the mountain began to smoke at this moment.

There was a terrifying aura between heaven and earth. "It's in ...... Breaking the threshold?" all the hairs on King Kong Sanzang's body stood up—he felt it, and there was a thought sprouting in the dark, and the charm of the Heavenly Dao was brewing in it.

The fourth ancestor Mi Ye Xi has been stuck in the bottleneck period of the first realm of distraction for more than a thousand years, in order to promote the second level of distraction, she has even cultivated the most difficult Zhengmai meditation "Return to the Child Ring" over the years, but she still can't cultivate back to the state when she was a mother and baby, and can only maintain the state of seven or eight years old Lori - why did inspiration suddenly come at this time?

- Could it be because of reading the suicide note from Falk Oil?

When Guanyin returned to the "Xiang Ji Kitchen", the first thing she did was to go to her daughter's cave - it was a simple sinkhole like a tomb inside, located in Yunmeng Daze, which was located in the jurisdiction of the "Xiang Ji Kitchen".

Seeing that her daughter hadn't come back from the evening class, Guanyin unloaded a set of beautifully crafted bookshelves, tables and chairs and other furniture from the treasure bag, and tossed it for a long time to finish placing them one by one according to her own aesthetics.

Burning a pot of pure and concentrating dragon brain canan incense, and just frying a cup of tea in a simple and old red clay oven, a sharp sound of breaking the air resounded outside the cave.

The flute rushed into the cave with a flying needle, and when he saw the house full of flowers and fruits, he first looked at the smiling Auntie, and immediately cheered and threw himself into a warm embrace.

"Dead girl!" Guanyin held her slender waist and pretended to be in pain: "You want to kill your mother?"

"Sister, forgive me, okay~~~~~"

Hearing her daughter Jiaohan calling her sister, Guanyin's heart melted, and she looked up and down her face holding the flute over and over again, and suddenly two lines of clear tears collapsed like a string of beads.

"What's wrong?

"It's really ......" Guanyin wiped away the tears of happiness from the corners of her eyes, and pushed her daughter in disgust: "Why are you dressed as a boy." ”

"Isn't it pretty?" The blonde girl looked down at the embroidered red deep coat she was wearing, although she didn't know that the style of this deep coat was actually the official uniform of Zhanzhao in Taiwan's China Television "Bao Qingtian". But this fiery red official uniform, with two golden silk tassels hanging from the official hat, the whole thing is the feeling of a beauty like a jade sword and a rainbow, and she immediately fell in love with it as soon as she changed it to her body.

"It's good-looking, but you're dressed as a boy, and it's embarrassing for your mother to kiss you!" Guanyin also felt that her daughter was handsome, but she didn't advocate this: "You haven't officially become a monk during the Qi refining period, so you can dress casually, but why don't you change back into women's clothes?

"Whoever likes to gossip, let them go!" Na Di didn't care at all: "Don't change women's clothes!

"Silly Nizi, you must be much more beautiful in women's clothes than men's clothes. ”

"No, this dress is the uniform of our French "Red Devils Club". ”

"The Red Devil Club, this is a number of sending clubs formed by your French characters?"

The so-called "number mail" means that the love for a certain interest or thing is extreme, and it is sublimated from the metaphysical to the metaphysical, forming the "Tao". Cultivation is very addictive, so the major sects of cultivation strongly encourage disciples to use the method of "counting and sending" to release stress. In order to cultivate her sentiments, Guanyin changed her mind after practicing, and also joined the "Thousand Islands Fishing Club", and went whale fishing at sea when she had nothing to do.

"Of course, our senior brother said that the club either doesn't do it, or if it does, it has to be formalized, and it is completely different from those pheasant teams!"

"What does he want to take you?" Guanyin listened to her daughter say "Senior Brother", and her brows wrinkled imperceptibly: "Poetry Society, Sword Society, Chess Society, Book Society, Qin Society, Flower Society, Printing Society, Tea Society, Song Society, Cockfighting, Quail Fighting, Cricket Fighting, Horse Racing, Kik, Liubo, Gripping Lance?"

The old lady said the same, and the daughter shook her head and lion.

As a mother, she is not calm anymore.

Human spirits have always had many eccentrics, and the group of monks has never lacked strange masters.

There are also some strange societies inside the Maha Wuliang Palace, such as the "Treasure Scroll Gym", where a group of neurotics hunt rats all day long, and the "Zhongxuan Art Garden", where a group of monks imitate the chirping of donkeys when they are idle, and also compete to see who learns the most realistic from donkey chirps. There is also a "sister happy voice part", nothing likes to get together and tear silk, the beautiful name says, the sound of tearing silk is a "rhymeless song". The most outrageous is the "Shimin Tears Society", a group of male monks are naked and crying with each other's breasts, saying that this is the best way to relieve stress, which is really perverted!

"Then what kind of digital senders do you play in the Red Devil Club?" Guanyin noticed that her daughter had a gold shield pinned to her chest, and the gold swastika on it was different from the traditional symbol of the Maha Infinite Palace, which was diagonally upright, like an iron boot rumbling forward. With only this small change, the original peaceful golden swastika immediately has the meaning of iron-blooded martial arts.

"The motto of our Red Devils Club is 'Solidarity, Mutual Assistance, Friendship'. The flute was sold to the fullest, and began to show: "Our main idea is: man can create everything and change everything, because human beings have unlimited subjective creativity!"

"Program? What other ideas do you have? Pig's trotter thoughts? Doesn't your community focus on numbers?"

Of course, there are also numbers, but the elder brother said that it is called "organizational life", and it is held regularly every ten years, so you don't have to stick to the form, you can play whatever is fun. The blonde girl patted her treasure bag: "Hehe, my daughter is not talented, she was elected by the brothers and sisters to be the first seat of the Treasure Courtyard, and she is currently in charge of the public funds of 3,400 grains of spiritual sand!"

"What? Your club still has public funds?" Guanyin was taken aback, the organizational structure and standardization of this Red Devil Club far exceeded that of any of the Maha Immeasurable Palace's digital societies she knew: "You have only been working in various academies for a day today! How can you get so much spiritual sand to use as public funds?"

"It's not us poor ghosts who paid for it, it's the senior brother who sold a martial arts secret book "Nine Yin True Scripture" in exchange. The blonde girl's eyebrows danced and told the story of the Crescent Lake altar vividly, and finally smacked her lips unsatisfied: "Hmm...... If it weren't for the fact that some old ginger wasn't very authentic, Senior Brother would have earned more—I can see it clearly, there are quite a few Qi refining people who are all pooled together to buy the "Nine Yin True Scripture", and when they turn their heads, they will torture each other with wisdom beads, which is really chilling!"

"Come on! There are more than 1,000 people in total, and it's already very good to have more than 300 people who are willing to buy genuine ones. Guanyin Wan knew that Zhuang Yuanlang was not a sword hero but a martial saint, and the blue tendons on her forehead jumped wildly: "Didn't you say that your senior brother made a mistake and was assigned by the sect to raise fish in the Coral Sea, and there was no monthly rule to take for the next ten years? How did he earn so much spiritual sand, and donate it as public funds without blinking an eye? This kid seems to have great plans and great ambitions!"