"Senior Brother Ma, how many trees do I have to cut down before Master will teach me immortal arts?" Just cut down a tree, Wang Shouzhong couldn't help but ask the leading senior brother. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I don't know."

"Senior Brother Ma, how long have you been cutting down trees?" Wang Shouzhong asked again.

"Three months."

Trimester?! Wang Shouzhong was taken aback, cut down the tree for three months, and still hasn't passed the master's test?

Well, it must be that this Senior Brother Ma has no understanding, and the master is unwilling to accept him. At first glance, he was born in a poor peasant family, and he may not have read any books. He is different, the official eunuch family, the scholarly family, maybe in two or three days, the master will accept him as a personal disciple and pass on his immortal skills!

Qiu Ming has also been listening to the conversation here, and when he learned that Ma Daochang was still cutting down trees for three months, he also frowned a little, and when was the test a head?

"Senior Brother Ma, do you know how long the senior brother who was accepted as a personal disciple by the master as soon as possible has been cutting down the tree?" Wang Shouzhong thought for a moment and asked again.

"The fastest? I heard that it was the elder brother Sun Daochang, who was included in the door wall by the master in only three days, and now he has been cultivating with the master for more than 20 years, and he can soar through the clouds. ”

Soaring through the clouds? Qiu Ming's heart moved, senior brother can do this, then the master should be even more powerful.

Qiu Ming also wants to learn to ride the clouds and fog, and being able to fly may be everyone's dream.

When Wang Shouzhong heard Senior Brother Ma's words, his heart became more relaxed, he thought that he was the "talented" person here, and he would definitely be valued by the master, Senior Brother took three days, he couldn't use five days, for the sake of immortal arts, he would definitely persevere!

Qiu Ming, who was working hard to cut down the tree, suddenly found that the action of cutting the tree seemed to be very similar to an action in his family heirloom, and that action was also a horse step chopping.

He took the axe and slashed at it, and it all slashed into the trunk of the tree at once.

It really works!

Qiu Ming scratched his head, maybe he could use this action to cut down trees, and while cutting trees, he could also practice moves, killing two birds with one stone.

In the Taoist temple on the mountain, Lao Dao looked at the mirror in front of him, and inside the mirror, it turned out to be the image of the back mountain. Lao Dao showed a trace of doubt, this Qiu Ming just now, it seems that his speed and strength are much greater than just now, and he can actually cut so deep with an axe?

Could it be that he used the secret art of Buddhism?

Qiu Ming used the family tradition to cut down trees, and the speed was faster, but he felt more tired.

He was about to whisper the Heart Sutra to recover his strength, when an old Taoist voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "In my Taoist temple, you are not allowed to practice Buddhism!" ”

The axe in Qiu Ming's hand was frightened, he looked left and right, and couldn't see Lao Dao's figure at all. Could it be that Lao Dao can see the back mountain in the Taoist temple and talk to him?!

"Brother Xiaoming, why did you throw the axe? If you're tired, just sit for a while, anyway, there is no requirement for the number of trees to be cut down. Wang Shouzhong sat on the trunk of a fallen tree and took out a square towel from his arms to wipe his sweat.

Everyone else sweats and wipes it with their sleeves, which makes him stand out from the rest.

Qiu Ming didn't dare to be lazy at this time, shook his head, picked up the axe, and went to cut another tree.

Still using the family heirloom moves, Qiu Ming put down a tree in a few moments. Gasping for breath, he walked to the next tree.

The old Taoist on the mountain snorted lightly, this Qiu Ming didn't use the secret technique of Buddhism, and he could cut down a tree so quickly, so this Qiu Ming's action of cutting down a tree didn't belong to the secret technique of Buddhism?

The Laoshan faction also has some swordsmanship, which is practiced to a high level, and it is also very powerful, and he guesses that Qiu Ming's action of cutting trees is similar to this, but he doesn't know who taught him.

This Qiu Ming seems to have a lot of secrets.

Lao Dao's right hand flicked lightly on the mirror, and the picture on the mirror disappeared. He closed his eyes again, and there was silence in the Taoist temple, only the green smoke on the incense burner, slowly rising.

Although Qiu Ming tried hard to persevere, he still couldn't hold on in the end, and the axe was chopped into the tree and was caught deadly, but he couldn't pull it out.

"This new junior disciple, there is no need to work so hard. We, like you, were exhausted to the point of collapse when we first arrived, but after all this time, we haven't been cutting down trees? When you're tired, take a break, it's okay. A person next to him said to Qiu Ming.

Qiu Mingxin said, have you ever tried to be stared at and cut down a tree?

"Thank you for your concern, I'll take a break and continue cutting trees for a while."

"No more chopping, we're here to chop wood, that's enough. Divide the tree into sections, remove the branches, and start carrying it to the temple. ”

There was no saw, so everyone cut the tree into small pieces, tied them with thick hemp rope, and carried them back to the Taoist temple.

It was just a stump, Qiu Ming felt that he couldn't straighten his waist, and seeing that Ma Daochang actually carried three knots at once, and seemed to be walking like flying, Qiu Ming suddenly cast an admiring gaze.

This horse leader doesn't look much stronger than him, how can he be so powerful?

Seeing Qiu Ming's puzzled gaze, the man next to him explained: "Although Senior Brother Ma has not learned the Dao Immortal Technique, he was allowed by the master to teach some mantras for breathing and breathing. I was much stronger than him when I went up the mountain, but now I am far inferior to him. ”

No matter what the legend is, Taoism has the art of breathing and breathing. Qiu Ming didn't know how much Ma Dao had learned, but it looked very powerful, and it seemed that the effect was not worse than the Heart Sutra.

If he can learn this, the Heart Sutra can also be elevated to the point where it can be effective when he recites silently, then even if he doesn't know any martial arts, ordinary three or five people will not be his opponents!

"Only Senior Brother Ma has learned?" Qiu Ming asked.

"I heard that there are still a few senior brothers who have learned before, although they have not been able to become the master's personal disciples, but they have learned these things, which is already very extraordinary. There is a senior brother who also learned swordsmanship, and it is said that he is now playing the rivers and lakes and acting chivalrous. ”

When he said these words, the man's eyes were full of longing.

Qiu Ming looked up at the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, the master still teaches swordsmanship? But it's normal to think about it, the legend says that Taoists have many clever sword immortals.

Is there a move for Edgeworth to fly or a flying sword to kill enemies or something? Qiu Ming has also been yearning for this for a long time.

Qiu Ming and the others transported the wood back to the Taoist temple one by one, and after two trips, Qiu Ming looked at the firewood room that was almost full. The firewood room of this temple is too small, and it can't hold so much wood at all.

But when he returned from the third delivery of wood, he found that the firewood room was empty, as if wood had never been spared here.

How is it possible, more than a dozen of them are transporting wood, and there are only a few disciples in the Taoist temple who don't need to chop wood, how can they transport all the wood away so quickly?

On the way down the mountain, Zhao Daochang was walking slowly with a small mountain-like wood in his left hand, and his relaxed expression was like holding a small branch......