Dao Mu was obsessed with reading, and when he returned to the room, he was unconscious. Ah Meng crawled on her own bed, already asleep. Even if he usually gave way to Daomu, some helpless snoring was no longer in his ears.

"Yunmu, Yunmu, Yunmu......" Dao Mu closed the pastoral, such as the devil is stunned, and the gods are chattering. The eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and the corners of the mouth are drawing a pleasant arc on the indifferent face, and the sun is shining.

The two hands are spread out, and a bonsai appears, which is the Yunmu that sheds the green pasture and presents a plain state. It's like pure crystal grows naturally, but it has the same feel as other plants.

These days, there is no disaster to eat, and a few traces of green light are like hair, swimming in Yunmu. Dao Mu raised his hand, covered the wood with his palm, and moved with his heart. I felt a cool rebuke in my brain, and the elf appeared in my heart, "The sun." ”

"Sun?" This is not the first time he has been called the sun, and Dao Mu is still trembling all over, with goosebumps, and a chill in his heart, "Why do the elves call me the sun?"

"You are the sun, so everyone naturally calls you. The elf flew in the sea of hearts, opened his hands widely, turned into a green dragon, screamed wildly, and pounced on Daomu.

"......" Dao Mu didn't continue to speak, shaking his spirit and coming back to his senses. Those few touches of pastoral power poured into the body, and immediately returned to the nest and rushed to the dantian.

This point of pastoral power could not be sourced, and Dao Mu was worried that it would disappear at any time, so he used the Ascending Dragon and Phoenix Ling Sword Technique to run the pastoral power. Whoa, Dao Mu screamed, and the pastoral power overflowed the meridians, and it was empty.

"The sun, if I want to reshape the source of the pastoral, must allow me to grow and absorb more disasters. The sound of the little elf ringing in his ears also brought the joy of troubles to Daomu.

"Disaster...... If only I had been a shepherd. When Dao Mu thought of the herdsman, he couldn't help but think of the old man of the natural disaster, as well as his own sister Mu Xiyi. "I don't know if I'm okay now, sister. ”

Closing his eyes and recalling the past, the old sister Mu Xiyi was beautiful in his mind, and then there were two Roshan mountains.

"Huh?!" Dao Mu opened his eyes suddenly, his heart beating wildly, his mind erupted with a volcano, swept the heat flow, his eyes blackened, and he fainted.

The next day, Daomu woke up and washed away the blood stains while introspecting and blaming himself. When I arrived at the dining room, I couldn't help but say a few words when I saw Jihong. Jihong didn't pretend to be reserved, and asked the Taoist Mu directly, wanting to see the magical prohibition of the Pastoral Sutra.

Daomu is generous, and after the tea and rice are full, he will demonstrate to Jihong. Jihong was a little Taoist about the ban, and returned the pastoral scripture to the Taoist pastor, and said bluntly, "Only the immortal ban, I can't solve it." ”

"Immortal forbidden?!" Dao Mu was stunned for a moment, and carefully studied the pastoral scripture in his hand. I haven't found a reason for a long time, but I feel that it's no different from what I usually say to read ancient books. "According to Mrs. Xiao, this is a fairy scripture?"

When Xiao Wanchang heard this, he laughed loudly, and Jihong also laughed wildly, "Sometimes, I really don't understand, are you pretending." The scriptures don't care about the three, six, nine, etc., the three hundred and sixty-nine are the human heart. ”

"I really don't understand, the kid is just starting to pasture. To tell the truth, he is not afraid of the jokes of the two, and he doesn't even know anything about his own sect. "Dao Mu is like a newborn calf, first entering the grassland and mountain forest. Who knows what you can eat and what you can't eat.

Jihong explained simply, it turned out that the immortal ban was spread by immortals with immortal power, and mortals could not break it with spiritual power.

Dao Mu was worried about how Xiao Wanchang and his wife obtained the spirit of calamity. The couple's faces stiffened a lot, and they didn't like this way of doing it very much.

Whether it is a great pastor or a heavenly pastor, they want to consolidate their cultivation. It is necessary to suppress the calamity, hunt the essence of the calamity, and refine it into its own pastoral power.

The spirit of calamity is secondary, and the spirit of calamity is the most.

Herdsmen or casual cultivators like to sell them on the black market, although the shepherds are forbidden to sell the spirit of calamity and the spirit of calamity. However, the famous and decent family has never stopped buying a large amount of calamity essence and calamity spirit on the black market.

After refining, the cultivation realm was consolidated, but he failed to gain good experience in disaster suppression. Xiao Wanchang and his wife thought that Dao Mu was also going to take this road.

The old immortal temporarily sent Dao Mu here, but Xiao Wanchang and his wife had to think about the future of Dao Mu and refused Dao Mu with righteous words.

What else can Dao Mu do, Yunmu is impossible to reveal, so he has to think of another way. However, without the calamity spirit and calamity spirit to supply the wood, there is no pasture power.

Dao Mu can't draw enough pastoral power from Yunmu, and Dantian pastoral power can't become a source. It is even more difficult for the pastoral force to fully recover. Without the support of pastoral power, it is not easy for Daomu to be self-reliant.

This is a vicious circle, and if you want to break this dilemma, you have to start with others.

Ten Thousand Swords Tomb, under the evergreen tree.

Mo Guihai meditated and breathed, the big sword stretched across his legs, and his body was swirling, all from the evergreen tree.

On the opposite side, take out the open space, and there is an extra big stone, more than ten zhang high, more than 20 zhang, like a sheath. The boulder is engraved with the "Grinding Sword Stone", and one hundred and eighty swords have been inserted into the boulder.

Under the big stone, there is a clear pond, and it is a living spring.

Next to the clear pool, erect a bluestone monument, the famous "washing sword pool". Through the clear water, it can be seen that the bottom of the pool is not made of stones. The swords have been spread all over the mountain, and strange fish are frolicking among the swords.

This attention is actually what Mo Guihai learned from Daomu.

Once, after rescuing another old tree, Daomu built a shrine next to the old tree, called "Yunshen Temple", and enshrined a bundle of swords in front of the shrine. Then, Dao Mu also obtained a large stone from the lake and engraved "Shenjian Lake".

Mo Guihai is not an extraordinary person, and he quickly realized the idea of Taoism. After a few days of observation, it was found that this method really worked. People consciously enlarged the area of the shrine, or marked their swords and threw them at the bottom of the lake.

Mo Guihai intends to guard this place for two or three years to ensure that the dryads are no longer violated.

"You kid, why did you suddenly open up?" the voice was flirtatious and nonchalant.

Mo Guihai opened his eyes suddenly, his face was full of joy, and his smile was bright and shining, "Master, how can you have time to go down the mountain to find me?"

"Your junior brother is also a thorn, which breaks my heart. The Third Master jumped from Dashi to the sword washing pool, squatted down and looked at the sword in the pool.

"In fact, this method is done first by the Daoist disciple, and I just follow his example. Mo Guihai bluntly told the truth and didn't have the slightest idea of fighting.

"The Ten Thousand Swords Tomb is given to your family, not for you to stay here. The third master didn't raise his head, holding a sword, and poked into the water to tease the fish, "Your junior brother's innate Dao body, your acquired Dao body is not bad, but there is no pastoral fate."

Besides, you shouldn't be here, there is a broader stage outside, waiting for you to break through. Your junior brother has a long way to go, and he needs your sword to cut through obstacles for him. ”

"Please also speak up. "Mo Guihai knew that the Third Master came to the door, and there must be something big about it. But there are words in the words of the third master, which are ambiguous, as if he is holding a feather and scratching back and forth on his heart, and his heart is itchy.

"Shizun hopes that you will return to the Yijian Gate and reorganize the door. The Third Master finally turned his head and looked at Mo Guihai, "Besides, your junior brother was thrown by me at Xiao Wanchang's house." ”

"Master's move may put the junior brother in danger at any time. "Mo Guihai has had a long talk with Ji Li since the last time, how could he not know the embarrassing situation of Yijianmen.

The stepfamily is one of the three giants of Yijianmen, and it was infiltrated by the Mo family. How difficult it is to be reborn at this moment.

"At the moment, you don't need to worry about your junior brother. As a teacher, I am more worried about you, and I will temporarily send your junior brother to the Xiao family, one is that I am too lazy, and the other is for you......" The third master turned around again, holding a sword and teasing the fish.

"Returning to Yijianmen, how easy is it to talk ......" Mo Guihai had no confidence, so he pulled down his face, went back to his stepfamily in a low voice, kowtowed and admitted his mistakes, which was impossible. What's more, he was not wrong, it was the stepfamily who was wrong, and the wrong was the stepweight.

"Don't be presumptuous, where will my apprentice of Sword Gu be?" the third master stood up and pointed at Mo Guihai with his sword, "You just wait here, someone will come to the door." ”

Mo Guihai got up willingly, Qiang, the big sword was unsheathed, and the two disappeared in place at the same time. I only heard the tinkling sound of the void from time to time, but I didn't see a single figure, and I couldn't smell a person's breath, which was like seeing a ghost in the daytime.

"Bang!" the void fell, the earth was dusty, and the whole mountain and forest trembled.

cough cough cough, Mo Guihai was paralyzed in a big pit, like a puddle of mud. Every part of the body is good, only a fig leaf remains, the bones are shattered into powder, and only the head is intact. Even coughing up blood, I felt that there were bones in the blood.

"Master, after I leave, what will happen to the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb?" Mo Guihai knew that this matter was not far from ten, otherwise Shizun would not have come to the door. But he was reluctant to let go of this mountain forest, although there were many extreme sword cultivators, most of them were true sword lovers.

The Ten Thousand Swords Tomb cannot be destroyed in the hands of the selfish, and the hope of those true swordsmen is buried here.

"Are you stupid, when you control the Yijian Gate, you can better protect this mountain forest. "The Three Masters have gone, and the sound is still ringing in my ears.

Hearing this, Mo Guihai's heart was settled, and his smile was so bright. The teeth are foamed with blood, the long scars are stained with blood, and under the sun, they look hideous and seeping.

......

Before Dao Mu asked Xiao Wanchang and his wife, he was ready to be rejected, and his mood was not so low. The top priority is to read more than 100 pastoral scriptures, in case the master suddenly descends the mountain and looks for him to study.

After reading the first book, Dao Mu resisted the urge to read it again and began to read the second book. This time, Dao Mu also chose the thinnest pastoral scripture in the pile of books, in case the books were too thick, which would easily make him passive and slack off.

Although this pastoral scripture is a little thicker than the first one, it still took the great pastor a day and a night to read it. Thinking back to the previous pastoral scripture, there were some things I didn't understand before, and the spear was suddenly opened.

With the achievement, Daomu is more motivated. And rejoiced in his decision to abandon the sword and follow the pastor. Now, not only do you not have to abandon the sword, but you can also cultivate the sword, which is simply the best ending.

As the days passed, the hard work paid off, and the speed of reading books became faster and faster, and he had a deeper understanding of the pastor.

During this time, in addition to sleeping, I was reading books all the time. It took Dao Mu two whole months to finally read the 113 pastoral scriptures.

Since Xiao Jingjing returned to Yijian Mountain that night, Dao Mu has never seen Xiao Jingjing again. Dao Mu sometimes thought of Xiao Jingjing, and when he saw that Xiao Jingjing did not return to Xiao's house, Dao Mu was not only glad to have avoided a lot of unnecessary troubles, but also hoped that Xiao Jingjing would return to Xiao's house.

Dao Mu thought about it again, maybe Xiao Jingjing could be used as a breakthrough to help him get the spirit of calamity.

Jifu, Moyuan.

The rain poured down, lightning and thunder, and the raindrops were the size of thumbs, and they hit everything mercilessly, and the willow trees were all wilted a lot.

Cracking sound!

A thunderbolt, like a white moat, traversed the entire black curtain on the top of the sky.

He still sits in front of the small pond and fishes with a bamboo rod. Seeing that his body was thin and shriveled, and that he was struggling in the wind, he let the rain wet his body.

I don't know if it's because of itself, or if the rain and wind are too cold, and the weight of the short body trembles.

Cracking sound!

It was another thunderbolt, running through the entire black curtain on the top of the sky, and the thunder was like a spider's web, densely covering the entire thundercloud, sizzling.

Following the light of the bean's eyes, it is blazing, not as shaky as the body. Bang, there was a sound, the fishing rod was bent like a full moon, and the weight waited for a few breaths before pulling the rod.

Caught a golden eel under the arm of a baby, and with the previous failed case, after the weight withered into claws, came to the golden eel, reached out like a dragon, and grabbed the head of the golden eel.

Cracking sound!

Another thunderbolt penetrated the heavens and the earth, and countless thunderbolts poured down, forming a strange scene of catastrophe.

Crunch, crunch, crunch......

Ji Yan grabbed the golden eel with both hands and opened his mouth to eat the golden eel raw. The golden eel struggled, describing the child's screams. The teeth have obviously been lost, but they can still bite the flesh in one gulp.

The fishy smell is like earth, better than soil, and just one bite makes Ji Li vomit, as if he is eating a handful of soil.

"I can't die yet......"

After eating fourteen bites in a row, half of the golden eel's meat was gone, and it was still alive. But he stopped talking, let go of his hands, and let the eel fall back into the pool.

There are no natural predators in the pond, and after more than 100 years, this golden eel will be restored again.

After swallowing fourteen mouthfuls of golden eel flesh and blood, his body became more rickety and trembled even more. It was as if thousands of golden eels were churning in his stomach, and his face was wrinkled in pain. Jiwei's eyes were shining like thunder.

Ji Yan turned around and walked towards the outside of the Mo Garden.

Stepfamily, hall.

"Ancestor, what are you looking for us in the middle of the night?"

"The night of thunderstorms made people panic and get ready. ”

"I'm afraid there's something big to announce?"

"Perhaps, the ancestor wants to abdicate and give up power......"

"The sky changes, because people change. ”

“......”

Jifu, Moyuan.

The rain poured down, lightning and thunder, and the raindrops were the size of thumbs, and they hit everything mercilessly, and the willow trees were all wilted a lot.

Cracking sound!

A thunderbolt, like a white moat, traversed the entire black curtain on the top of the sky.

He still sits in front of the small pond and fishes with a bamboo rod. Seeing that his body was thin and shriveled, and that he was struggling in the wind, he let the rain wet his body.

I don't know if it's because of itself, or if the rain and wind are too cold, and the weight of the short body trembles.

Cracking sound!

It was another thunderbolt, running through the entire black curtain on the top of the sky, and the thunder was like a spider's web, densely covering the entire thundercloud, sizzling.

Following the light of the bean's eyes, it is blazing, not as shaky as the body. Bang, there was a sound, the fishing rod was bent like a full moon, and the weight waited for a few breaths before pulling the rod.

Caught a golden eel under the arm of a baby, and with the previous failed case, after the weight withered into claws, came to the golden eel, reached out like a dragon, and grabbed the head of the golden eel.

Cracking sound!

Another thunderbolt penetrated the heavens and the earth, and countless thunderbolts poured down, forming a strange scene of catastrophe.

Crunch, crunch, crunch......

Ji Yan grabbed the golden eel with both hands and opened his mouth to eat the golden eel raw. The golden eel struggled, describing the child's screams. The teeth have obviously been lost, but they can still bite the flesh in one gulp.

The fishy smell is like earth, better than soil, and just one bite makes Ji Li vomit, as if he is eating a handful of soil.

"I can't die yet......"

After eating fourteen bites in a row, half of the golden eel's meat was gone, and it was still alive. But he stopped talking, let go of his hands, and let the eel fall back into the pool.

There are no natural predators in the pond, and after more than 100 years, this golden eel will be restored again.

After swallowing fourteen mouthfuls of golden eel flesh and blood, his body became more rickety and trembled even more. It was as if thousands of golden eels were churning in his stomach, and his face was wrinkled in pain. Jiwei's eyes were shining like thunder.

Ji Yan turned around and walked towards the outside of the Mo Garden.

Stepfamily, hall.

"Ancestor, what are you looking for us in the middle of the night?"

"The night of thunderstorms made people panic and get ready. ”

"I'm afraid there's something big to announce?"

"Perhaps, the ancestor wants to abdicate and give up power......"

"The sky changes, because people change. ”

“......”

The hall was full of a group of old people, all of whom were already old. Only a few of them are still middle-aged, and the couple Jigang and Mo Xiang are still conspicuous.

The most eye-catching in Moxiang Hall, he was already more than 100 years old, and now he swallowed a thousand-year-old wild ginkgo fruit, and his youth returned forever. Men don't want to turn their eyes away, full of greed, and women don't want to turn their eyes, full of jealousy.

How could Mo Xiang not know, but she enjoyed these gazes, and she wished that everyone would focus on her.

Da, da, da......

The crutches have a crisp sound, accompanied by a string of coughs. The old people sat down one after another, no longer talking to each other, waiting for the arrival of the next weight. Ji Li stopped in front of the hall door, his eyes scanning the old people. In a moment, he took another step and came to the main seat.

"I have invited you here today just for one thing...... Ji Li's eyes narrowed into a slit, and people couldn't see his eyes. I saw him turn his head to look at Jigang and his wife, "Withdraw the marriage between Jirong and Xiao Jingjing." ”

Before the words fell, the whole scene was uncontrollable, booming and noisy.

Ahem, after a few feigned coughs, the hall soon fell silent again.

"It's settled, tomorrow I will call Xiao Wanchang and Jihong and explain to them. Okay, that's it, let's disperse if you want......" Jili stood up and disappeared into the rain under the bewildered gaze of everyone.

Seeing that after Ji Yan left, the hall suddenly exploded, and the voices of people were boiling.

Ji Kong and Mo Xiang looked at each other, and they both saw each other's surprise, obviously the two of them were not prepared at all for the decision of the old ancestor.

No one would have thought that the ancestor would withdraw from the marriage, Xiao Jingjing is a rare pastoral genius, and in terms of the integration of pastoral and prohibition, it is particularly prominent.

How could the ancestor be willing to let go and let Xiao Jingjing cheapen others. Ji Rong is the most prominent young man in the stepfamily, and the combination of Xiao Jingjing and Ji Rong is optimistic about almost all the clansmen.

"Where is the old ancestor making trouble?" Ji Kong asked, his face was full of uneasiness, his parents are precious to their sons, if Ji Rong falls out of favor, then their status will be threatened. "What is the ancestor's dissatisfaction with Rong'er? I'm afraid not, Rong'er has fallen out of favor?"

"You don't know, how do I know as an outsider!" Mo Xiang was both annoyed and happy, and his mood was still complicated, "Ji Rong is the most outstanding young man of the Ji family, and there is no decent one in the other branches, and it is impossible to fall out of favor." ”

"Then why did the old ancestor suddenly announce his divorce? Ruo Rong'er didn't fall out of favor, I really can't figure it out, why did he do this......" Ji Kun was so scared that he died, and his voice was already trembling. I am used to being a good man, but if I suddenly have no privileges, it is really a kind of torture.

"Perhaps, the ancestor felt that since the engagement of Rong'er and Xiao Jingjing, Rong'er has not grown at all. Then, the ancestor found that Xiao Jingjing was the root cause, and weighed the pros and cons. The ancestor would rather give up Xiao Jingjing and let Rong'er have a better development environment. ”

"But...... With what I know about Rong'er, I'm afraid it will backfire......"

Following the heated discussion between the two couples, other old people were mostly gloating. The limelight of her own children has been robbed by Jirong, if Xiao Jingjing marries into the Jigang family again, I am afraid that Jigong and his wife will be even more unpopular.

"This result is not bad. ”

The old ancestor has already given a death order, and no one can resist, even if he was engaged to Jirong and Xiao Jingjing back then.

Although Xiao Wanchang and Jihong were dissatisfied, they finally did not compromise under the domineering of their ancestors.

Following.

Xiao Wanchang and his wife hurried from Xiao's house, and they didn't know what was going on, so they went straight to the ancestor's house.

"Sit. Ji Yan stretched out his hand to let Xiao Wanchang sit down, and called Jihong to pour tea for the two of them.

Jihong's technique of boiling tea is exquisite, just like her specialization in prohibition. How much well water, how much tea, how much temperature, grasp it thoroughly, and Jiyan likes the tea boiled by the rainbow the most.

But after a while, the fragrance of tea overflowed, but it tickled Xiao Wanchang's heart. I don't understand what happened to Ji Li looking for him, at this moment he is directly concerned with the tiger who is waiting to give birth in the pasture.

"Drink tea. Ji Li's tone was clearly an order.

Xiao Wanchang picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, "Ancestor, if you have something to say, the tiger in my family's pastoral garden is waiting to give birth." Xiao Wanchang was outspoken, and he was not afraid of Jiwei's face.

"You ......" Ji Yan was angry when he saw Xiao Wanchang like this, and the teacup shook off nearly half of the tea leaves in his hand, and the fragrance of tea filled the entire courtyard.

"I think that if I give Jirong a divorce, Jirong is not worthy of Jingjing. Jingjing should belong to a bigger sky and should not be swayed by the love of children. Next year's Qixi Festival, the Queqiao will be built again, and let Jingjing go to Vega. After the weight, I didn't intend to embarrass Xiao Wanchang, and went straight to the point.

Xiao Wanchang and Jihong looked at each other a few times, and they were all shocked. Although two months ago, the couple had discussed the possibility of divorce. But at the time, both husband and wife thought that the odds were too low. Unless there are other variables, irritation follows weight.

"There must be some variables that make Jili change his mind. ”

Xiao Wanchang and his wife wanted to ask for an understanding, but they were afraid of Ji Li's strange temper, so they could only wait quietly, and Ji Li would explain the reason by himself.

Xiao Wanchang has already thrown the matter of the tiger in his pasture waiting to give birth at this moment.

What could be more important than your daughter's life?

"I'll bring Mo Guihai back, what do you think?" Ji Li said word by word, like a giant hammer hammering the hearts of Xiao Wanchang and his wife.

"Old Ancestor, have you completely given up on Jirong?"