After Li Shenglong left, Liu Lang closed the door of the wreath shop, his smile slowly solidified, and he sighed softly: "There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky......

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I used to think that I was very powerful, but now it seems that if I really want to fight against Jiurang, I am afraid that I will also die for life.

Back in the bedroom, sit on the bed and slowly focus your consciousness on the palm of your left hand.

The seven-petal peony slowly emerged, with a faint yellow light on the surface.

I tried it a few times, but except for a trace of the breath the size of a sesame seed in my body, there was no progress.

Liu Lang couldn't help but be a little frustrated.

Since the last time he broke through the third level of the Ghost King Technique and reached the realm of the Witch Dao Supreme Doctor, there will be a trace of breath in his body.

Liu Lang didn't understand what it was, but he could convey the breath the size of a sesame seed into his eyes, but he could see things that ordinary people couldn't see.

Breath? Could it be that he is really angry?

At the beginning, Liu Lang still had this idea, but then he denied his naïve idea.

It is a big joke that practicing the Ghost King Technique can cultivate true qi.

After the Ghost King Jue advanced to the third level, it seemed to have completely stagnated, and he no longer improved by half a point at all.

After trying a few more times, seeing that there was still no progress in the ghost king's recipe, Liu Lang simply gave up, took out the Taoist book hidden under the bed and the notes left by his grandfather, and read them carefully.

I've been busy all this time, and I haven't read these Taoist books for a long time.

After careful comparison, Liu Lang was surprised to find that there were many similarities between Daoshu and his grandfather's notes.

But comparatively speaking, grandpa's notes seem to be more profound.

Most of the books talk about some basic Dao techniques and some spell techniques, but the later pages mention a kind of Dao technique called the Ten Mountains.

The note says: Shiju Mountain, most likely a type of immortal art. If you can refine it into a heavy mountain, you can run rampant in the yang world, and if you go up, I am afraid that it will really touch the way of heaven.

Liu Lang is now the third master of the Ghost King Technique. Most of the Dao techniques are no longer to be feared, and even spells are not used when fighting ghosts.

But. Seeing that the Ten Mountains Exercise mentioned by Grandpa does not seem to be at all what the current Dao Technique of the Yang World can involve.

I was very curious, and I didn't realize that I was also interested.

Liu Lang hurriedly flipped through it carefully, but after only turning two pages, he was a little disappointed.

In the notes, he only briefly introduced his conjectures, and there were no actual cultivation rules at all, and the most detailed Yizhong Mountain only had two sentences: One heavy mountain is one heavy pass. A heavy pass is entangled.

This sentence was inexplicable, Liu Lang couldn't help frowning, and silently followed in his heart: "A heavy mountain is a heavy pass, and a heavy pass is ......"

Before he finished reading, Liu Lang suddenly felt a burst of heat in the dantian, as if a small stove was suddenly burning.

Liu Lang was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped his breath, staring at the two lines of small characters with wide eyes in doubt.

"No, won't it? Are these two sentences just the method of cultivation? ”

Liu Lang couldn't figure it out at all at this time, let alone know the joints?

The hot feeling in the dantian slowly dissipated, but the swelling was still there. Let Liu Lang realize that what happened just now is true.

Finally calmed down, but Liu Lang became inexplicably excited and slowly closed his eyes. Adjust yourself to the best condition, sit cross-legged on the bed, and think about those two sentences in your head.

"A heavy mountain is a heavy ......"

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he were reciting a mantra.

A miracle happened suddenly, and a towering mountain appeared in Liu Lang's mind.

There is no end in sight to the extreme height of the mountain, and the vastness of the mountain cannot be seen.

What's more, the mountain wind howled, blowing Liu Lang unstable.

Liu Lang felt like he was standing on the top of a mountain in the void, blown by the wind. A few stumbled and wanted to fall to the ground.

"A heavy mountain is a heavy ......"

A loud voice suddenly came from mid-air, and it exploded into Liu Lang's mind. Liu Lang was so shocked that he was dizzy, as if his body was about to explode.

Frightened, he hurriedly opened his eyes. When I touched my forehead, I was in a cold sweat.

"What's going on? Could it be that these two sentences are really some kind of cultivation method? ”

His breath slowed slightly, and Liu Lang had never felt so oppressed.

If I had opened my eyes a little slower than half a beat just now, I am afraid that I would have been directly shocked to death by that sound.

It's terrible, just now, so, what's going on?

With the current Liu Lang, he couldn't understand this situation at all, but he didn't dare to test it anymore, so he quickly put away his notes and Taoist books and jumped off the bed.

Outside the door, seeing that the sky was still blue, Liu Lang really felt that he was still alive.

"Damn, I'm scared to death, is there really a fairy in this world, and what Grandpa Tai said is true?"

I have a lot of thoughts in my heart, and cultivating this thing is simply fighting for my life.

"Woo ......"

Xiao Hei heard Liu Lang come out, ran to Liu Lang's side with a low voice, wagging his tail and spinning around.

Liu Lang bent down to pick up Xiao Hei and stroked Xiao Hei's slippery fur, which was much more down-to-earth.

Walking to the wreath shop and opening the door, Liu Lang stood at the door of the wreath shop, with a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he remembered Zhao Erdan who went to the grotto village to find Chiba in his heart.

I'm afraid it's going to take a month, right? Why is there no news yet?

Coming back from that heavy mountain, Liu Lang couldn't help but be a little worried about Zhao Er's courage.

Even if I didn't find it, I should have come back a long time ago, did something really happen?

…………

Grotto village.

Wang Xiaohu, the village head, stood in front of the stone statue at the head of the village, wandering back and forth, rubbing his hands back and forth, and persuading in his mouth: "When are you going to kneel?" If you kneel here every day, you can solve the problem, and your son will be able to live? ”

In front of the stone statue at the head of the village, there was kneeling an old man with white hair and beard, and his waist was as stiff as if he was seventy or eighty years old.

The man's body is emaciated, as if he will fall when the wind blows.

The man slowly raised his head, glanced at Wang Xiaohu, and opened his mouth, but he didn't make any sound.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaohu stepped forward to help the man up, but was thrown away by the man.

"Village chief, my horse is talented and sinful, and now I have fallen to this point, my wife is dead, and my son is also dead, is this retribution?"

The old man in his last years turned out to be the once high-spirited Ma Youcai.

Since Ma Xiaoshuai's death, Ma Youcai has been hit hard, and only then did he think of the cave village and the woman who was once called the Virgin.

The stone statue is the woman who is revered as the Virgin.

Although the woman is a demon, she also did what a mother should do, and turned into dust after death, but at an unexpected moment, she left Ma Youcai with an unattainable dream.

Ma Youcai stared at Wang Xiaohu in a daze, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he wanted to stand up tremblingly.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaohu hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "You, you better go back......

After Ma Youcai stood up, he finally stabilized his figure, shook Wang Xiaohu's hand away again, stared at the stone statue and shouted: "Our Lady, you are a demon fairy, you are a demon fairy, there must be a way to resurrect my son, I will go to your cave, you must have a way, definitely ......"

With staggering footsteps, Ma Youcai walked towards the stone cave where the entire Ma family was buried.

There, Ma Youde's body had begun to decompose...... (To be continued.) )