Ten years after the change of the city of Randan, the mountain people lived in peace and had their own laws, cleaned up the battlefield and treated the wounded, and the small convoy returned to the road and rushed to their own share of the land.

With so many "Great Immortals" present, the elite boy who was expected by the whole clan was quickly pushed to the forefront. The result was disappointing, Huzi had no Dao Foundation and could not cultivate orthodox spells. Not only that, but he was found to have barbarian blood, and he was an out-and-out mongrel!

There is no need to ask, Huzi's face is white, Lin Bo's eyes are dark, and the surrounding mountain people have complicated eyes, and there are inevitably people gloating.

"What should I do? What can I do?"

Lin Bo was chattering vigorously, his face was gloomy, as if half of the sky had fallen.

Although he was a small tribe, Limber still held most of the glory like everyone else, and he would not like the barbarians who went crazy like wild beasts at every turn. In the battle of that year, the root of Limber's illness was due to the barbarians, and if you want to say that there is no mustard in your heart, I am afraid that few people will believe it. However, Huzi's parents have died, and Limber discovers his talent and treats him as a parent

Looking at Huzi's pale face, the slowly retreating bodies of the surrounding clansmen and the complicated and disdainful gazes, Lin Bo thought left and right and thought that there was no way out, and he instantly seemed to be ten years old.

One word: difficult!

"What do you think?

Carmen crooked her eyes at the group of silly hats and shouted, "Is it not good to have talent?

The two hundred mountain people were dumbfounded, thinking to themselves what is this called, deliberately disgusting people?

Elaine couldn't bear to look at Lin Bo sadly, explained and comforted: "Don't worry, there is no racial discrimination in Randance City. ”

I've never heard of this word, but the meaning is easy to understand; a bunch of hillbillies, you look at me, I look at you. I thought to myself, how could that be, there was no such place in the world.

"Ink!"

The cardinal strode forward. He grabbed the boy in his hand like a chicken and said, "Are you afraid of hardship?"

The boy froze. "Don't be afraid. ”

"Be louder, don't be afraid!"

"Don't be afraid. The boy responded.

"Girl, louder!"

"Don't be afraid!" the boy was about to cry, I don't know if he was scared or moved, maybe he was pinched too much.

"Are you afraid of being tired?"

"Don't be afraid!"

"Are you afraid of bloodshed?"

"Don't be afraid!"

"Are you afraid of death?"

"Not afraid of a little"

"That's right! Who is not afraid of death, Lao Ka hates that kind of goods the most. ”

The card disciple broke off like thunder, and shouted: "From now on, you are a disciple of the old card outer sect, whether you can turn positive depends on your ability!"

The boy was excited. His face was ruddy and his eyes were bright, as if there was a path paved with flowers under his feet, and there was a gate to ascend to the immortals in front of him.

"Old card is me. "Khaki corrected seriously.

"You're a little card. Carmen solemnly emphasized.

"I'm the second!" shouted angrily.

"This is a fool!"

There was a lot of noise over there, and he was surprised when he flew away, and asked the thirteenth young master about his current situation, and the Demon Soul Holy Son immediately stared at him, and shouted loudly.

"Nine years of retreat, alchemy, writing, self-cultivation, comprehension of red dust, and healing for mortals?"

A series of question marks flickered in his mind, and the eyes of the tooth wood ghost were cold, and he looked left and right to see if there was no outsider. Quietly asked, "Did your teacher go crazy?"

The Thirteen Lang known to the Demon Palace was actually Mr. Eight Fingers ten years ago, and as for what he had done in the past ten years, Yamu and the others didn't know at all.

This is normal. For example, the transmission of information is mostly based on events. What did someone do at a certain time and place, and what entanglement did something with someone in a certain party. What will be the consequences, etc. This kind of thing of retreat and cultivation is meticulously brushed over. Sloppy and too lazy to talk about it. The Demon Palace is hundreds of millions of miles away, and it is not easy to deliver news. Could it be that he opened the circle every once in a while just to report four words: he is in retreat!

Thirteen Lang is important, but not to that extent. Therefore, in the situation that the Holy Sons of the Demon Palace knew, Thirteen Lang was still the "small" cultivator of the Yudan ten years ago, and the difference between him and others was that he often did some earth-shattering things.

I have the impression that Thirteen Lang has been busy all day long, and he has never really retreated and cultivated. Suddenly, the young master said that the teacher had been in retreat for nine years at one time, and he was really surprised that his behavior was so grotesque after leaving the customs.

"You're just going crazy. ”

When it comes to the teacher, Lin Tao is still the little master's temperament, and when he heard this, he was very dissatisfied and disrespectful, and said: "The teacher was seriously injured at the beginning, and after leaving the customs, he found that the number of fanatical believers in the city had increased greatly, so he naturally had to worry about public opinion. ”

Ya Mu raised his face and said: "What does it have to do with him? Forget it, it's a good thing for him to fall into the devil, don't you understand?"

Lin Tao was puzzled.

Yamu said, "Do you know where he came from?"

Lin Tao shook his head and asked, "Does it matter?"

Yamu smiled and said, "Of course it has a relationship, it has a big relationship." Your teacher is a devotional!"

Lin Tao shook slightly, and said, "Then?"

Yamu was very indignant and shouted: "Bear child, you are not sensible!"

Lin Tao was aggrieved to death, and he was embarrassed to talk back to his teacher's old friend, so he simply turned his head and ignored it.

Yamu was so angry that he couldn't do it, and he dragged Mai Shaofei over with a pant and muttered a few words.

Mai Shaofei shook his head again and again, with a wry smile in his eyes with vicissitudes on his face, most likely vetoing some proposal.

Yamu was anxious and said, "Hey, I said you don't understand, these two children are the key, do you understand!"

"I understand, but it doesn't work. ”

Mai Shaofei said with a slight mockery: "I still know Brother Xiao's temperament, whether it is the Lin family siblings or me, or anyone else, it is useless." ”

"No, I don't think he's that ruthless. Yamu said.

"That's why it's useless. Brother Xiao is like this to us, and the same is true to the spiritual realm, how can there be any reason to give it up casually. ”

"But there's that thing"

"Then it depends on what he thinks, let's go and talk about it. ”

Mai Shaofei's expression was a little solemn. Pulled Lin Tao over and asked, "Just now I said that there are many fanatical believers in the city, what's the matter?"

Xu is a conspicuous white hair. The little young master was kind to Mai Shaofei, and replied respectfully: "This matter has been going on for a long time. But not too serious. At the beginning, the flurry changed dramatically, and the teacher was injured and could not go into retreat, and the number of fanatical believers among the residents of the city increased year by year, and they repeatedly did some unthinkable things. My father thought of many ways, and the seniors of all ethnic groups also came forward, but they were never able to eliminate its spread. ”

Yamu pouted again and again, and said, "It's all mortals, let him go." ”

The Son of Blood Slaughter, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, and said, "Where there is a spread of fanaticism. Its source must come from the cultivators, and it must not be neglected. ”

Yamu was taken aback and asked, "What do you say?"

Lu Mo groaned and said: "The people who are fanatical believers are actually a group of crazy people, who do not take medicine when they are sick, who do not go to the earth, who do not care about their family and country, and who do not care about their blood and relatives, which is completely unreasonable; He did not hesitate to kill his wife and children. It doesn't matter if there are fewer such people, if they spread, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

Yamu looked at Lu Mo stunned. I thought that this guy would also have times of compassion, and he pretended to be true.

Mai Shaofei nodded and said: "I have also heard about this matter, and those who win trust are like a climate. It can take the faith of hundreds of millions of people as the law, and believers have become puppet-like existences. The real poison of the world. ”

"Yes, yes! Lin Tao said.

"Find them all and kill them all!"

Lu Mo snorted coldly. said: "You can't kill it." If we do not solve the source of fanaticism, believers are like weeds, cutting stubble and growing stubble, and the source is endless. It is said that the more the believer dies, the more powerful the believer becomes. ”

"Yes, yes, the teacher said the same. The little young master echoed again. provoked Lu Mo to roll his eyes, and saw that Lin Tao's gaze was very meaningful, as if he was a fanatic.

Even the bloody killing of the Holy Son said that he couldn't kill it all, Yamu didn't dare to make any more arrogant words, and asked suspiciously: "There are a large number of fanatics to arrest, will they not be able to find the source?"

Lin Tao's face was sad, and he replied: "It's strange here, the seniors of all ethnic groups have been busy for a long time, interrogating and killing many people, almost triggering a popular uprising. Except that they knew that they believed in the Spiritual Dharma, they had nothing to gain. ”

Yamu scratched his head and asked, "Have you heard of the Spirit Venerable?"

The two holy sons shook their heads in unison, Lu Hui really thought about it, and suddenly asked, "What is Brother Xiao's realm now?"

"Teacher, the world is invincible!" The little young master was unequivocal, and the words he said made the three holy sons speechless.

Even Yamu felt uncomfortable, and asked with a cold face: "Hmph, there are so many fanatical believers in the city, how can he talk about it?"

"Well, the teacher said that this matter should be taken care of by the Demon Palace."

The three of them looked at each other, Yamu was thick-skinned, and asked, "What if the Demon Palace doesn't care?"

The little young master was puzzled, and asked rhetorically: "The Demon Palace is the world's people, how can it not be cared for?"

"I'm talking about what if!"

"In case, in case, the teacher said" The little master hesitated.

"Say what?"

"The teacher said: It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, since someone likes it, let her come!"

Sanyuan Pavilion.

"The people of fanatics are spreading trouble, and the most worrying thing is the Miaoyinmen, you don't want to care, what's the use of pestering me. ”

The tail finger is a wisp of blue flame, sometimes like silk mist, sometimes sharp like a sword, a spear and a halberd, and the next moment it is like a flower bud slowly blooming, even the meridians on the leaf petals are visible, and the nose seems to be able to smell a trace of fragrant Turui.

It's only been a year since he came out of the customs, and Thirteen Lang's subtlety of flame control has improved a lot, and Huo Zun was shocked when he saw it, and even a little embarrassed.

"It is often said that all things have spirits, and so is fire. In my opinion, the so-called spirit not only means that it can give birth to the same spirituality as you and me, but also the impression and understanding of all things. Shape, sound, color, meaning, and even seven emotions, six desires and five senses, everything cannot be missing. ”

Alchemy first refining fire, any pill is made by fire, if you don't cultivate the art of controlling fire to the extreme, you will put the haode material in front of you, and you have the most haode pill in your hand, but you still can't refine the high-grade pill. This is the lesson that Blue Bottle left him, and now it has been successfully completed, and even beyond.

Mr. Eight Fingers became Mr. Ten Fingers, and he always swaggered with his tail fingers, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he had advanced body refining methods for his cultivation. Lan Bei'er didn't like this but was helpless, frowned slightly and said, "Weishenme?"

"What weishenme?"

"You don't have a fire type Daoji, how can you control the flames to such an extent in such a short period of time?"

"I'm smart, you should have known. ”

Thirteen Lang smiled and said, "Teach something else." ”

(To be continued......)