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In this way, when I look at everyone again, I have a sense of condescension and begin to talk eloquently.

"This Wang Dao Elder also seems to have some mana, since he has collected everyone's money, he naturally wants to ********, so he simply invites him to go up the mountain and get rid of the demon Dao together, wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"

Farmers are the most impulsive, and many people nod their heads when they heard him say this.

"Yes, we have paid, and we should let the king master come to kill the demons. ”

"It's too reckless! If we can't defeat the demon way, won't we suffer?"

Seeing that their minds were relaxed, Zhuo Zangfeng immediately continued: "Don't be afraid, everyone! If Daoist Wang goes up the mountain and is sure that this Taoist priest is a demon, I will definitely drive him down the mountain with everyone." ”

The peasants talked a lot, and no one was interested in a young man joining the battle group, but this incitement had a role, and after discussing for a while, finally two people walked down the mountain, obviously to invite the Maoshan Taoist priest.

Zhuo Zangfeng breathed a sigh of relief, quietly walked behind Meng Taixu, held back a smile and whispered: "In a while, that Wang Dao Elder will go up the mountain to visit your old man." ”

After observing for so long, he has already figured out Meng Laodao's temperament. This old man is approachable and unfazed, like a dazzling and simple old man.

Meng Taixu sighed and said: "You haven't apprenticed yet, so you discussed to drive the master down the mountain, your ability is really not small, I think Duan Qianhua has to bow down." ”

There was no blame in his words, Zhuo Zangfeng smiled, "I just want to know what kind of expression that Maoshan Taoist priest will have when he meets the Dao Ancestor." ”

Guleng Mountain is at the southern end of the Tang Dynasty, and the climate is much warmer than Fengqi Mountain in the north.

At this time, the cold winter of Fengqi Mountain has not been sold, but it has begun to be hot here.

The wind in the mountains has always been cool, and Meng Taixu, who is more open-minded in his old age, has a dull eye, but under the calm, he actually hides his merit and fame. The old robe with a mess of stains was flying in the wind, and it looked like it was on the shore.

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at the villagers waiting for the Taoist priest of Maoshan under the shade of the tree, and then turned to look at the Taoist priest around him, and couldn't help but feel that the scene in front of him was very interesting.

No matter which broken temple a Taoist priest is pulled, he will show a more immortal demeanor than the old man in front of him, whether Meng Taixu is a demon or not, he knows very well, but his appearance is too far-fetched compared with the founder of the Heavenly Sword Sect who is above many cultivation sects, not to mention, his weak character who is bullied to the point that he can't distinguish a word, it really makes him a little disappointed.

How arrogant the old monster is, the kind of style that smashes between heaven and earth, smiling proudly, why doesn't this old way get a little touched?

The dough will be stained with dust when it falls on the ground, and Meng Taixu has argued with the old monster several times, why can't he change it a little?

Meng Taixu looked at the waterfall and actually thought about the sea.

He taught his disciples to be far-sighted. If looking up at the waterfall at this time is for high vision, then looking at the waterfall and thinking about the sea can be called farsighted.

Of course, people can't look at the present, but they have to see things for what they are, and the same is true for the path of cultivation.

Zhuo Zangfeng is still young, and Duan Qianhua wants to renew his life against the sky. Now it seems that everything is ready, and only Meng Taixu is owed.

Although he survived the catastrophe at the age of twelve, then the catastrophe at the age of sixteen would depend on himself.

Thinking of his old friends who have gone away, thinking of his sword fighting career for 100 years, and then looking at the elegant and intelligent young man in front of him, this old man who has stepped into the realm of land immortals and is only one step away from flying immortals outside the sky is really a little hesitant.

The things in Duan Qianhua's box made him feel like he was "undecided in the past, and he was like-minded." The old friend sighed with emotion.

As long as he is 16 years old, the boy's life will be saved. According to Duan Qianhua's meaning, the young man relied on him, at least the gains and losses of the second half of his life were in his own hands.

The things in the box roared from time to time, absorbing the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon, and growing stronger day by day. He was worried that he would break out of the box after a long time, and he really didn't dare to say that he could surrender at that time.

At this time, although the young man was nourished by the "Immortal Jade Divine Box", he didn't know how to practice, and he didn't have the slightest yuan force in his body, and he seemed to be very strong, but in fact, his meridians were fragile, where could he withstand a violent blow?

He needed hedron to strengthen his meridians. But there are few spirit birds and beasts in the world, and the most suitable spar is even more insignificant.

As the founder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, although he is not in the sect, his orders are more effective in the Heavenly Sword Sect than the Holy Decree. Naturally, there are a lot of spars in the sect, but unfortunately they are not suitable.

There are as many cultivators in the world as the sand of the Ganges, but those who can make an independent benchmark are like the number of constants in the sea of sand. In ancient books and even legends, the spar can only save the life of the sword path immortal, but it has no effect on its cultivation. Otherwise, how could it be that those immortals throughout the ages had supreme talents, but none of them could cultivate and be promoted?

At this time, what is needed is a rare "Tiger Spirit True Yuan".

The so-called "Soul True Yuan" tiger is the spirit of the god tiger who has been cultivated for more than a thousand years, this tiger does not eat ordinary things, thirsty to drink mountain springs and rain and dew, hungry to prey on rare birds and beasts, and over time the aura brews in the body, forming a magical spare.

And once a cultivator refines this spar, he can make a person reborn, and if he has not opened the "Xuan Qi", the "Xuan Qiao" will be self-connected, and the one who opens it can improve his realm cultivation.

It can be said that the number of such tigers is even rarer than that of the five-clawed golden dragon. In fact, strictly speaking, the "Tiger Spirit True Yuan" can no longer belong to the spar, but the spiritual power condensed by the spirit of a divine beast, which is naturally different from ordinary spars.

A hundred years ago, a practitioner wrote a poem to express his feelings when he was unsuccessful in his quest for the "Tiger Spirit True Yuan":

"When I heard the roar of the tiger in the deep mountains, there were already walkers who secretly cared,

If you get the true yuan and condense the tiger's spirit, a heavy realm and a heavy sky. ”

Meng Taixu has been thinking a lot about it these days, and he has to think about everything properly, which is due to his personality and a mountain-like promise to his old friends.

After waiting for a long time, the villager who had gone down the mountain to summon helpers finally went and returned. The Maoshan Taoist priest who was mythologized by the villagers came to give alms.

Dressed in a new robe, with long hair fluttering under the chin, and the big red sword spike of the ancient sword with pine pattern on the back, it really has a fairy demeanor.

The villagers were respectful to him, Zhuo Zangfeng saw that the stout man who had just spoken to him was talking to him in the ear of the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest of Maoshan was complacent, waved his hand gently, and then looked this way.

The old Taoist priest turned his back to him, and the Maoshan Taoist priest could not see his appearance, but could only see a handsome and handsome young man.

He looked at the old Taoist priest who was watching the waterfall again, and saw that the other party's qi was peaceful, and he couldn't see the realm of cultivation. However, he quickly smiled at relief.

This time, I was invited by the villagers to catch demons, and seeing that the date of my boasting was approaching, I found nothing, and I couldn't help but feel a little anxious, so I blamed the old Taoist priest for a demon.

In fact, he had figured out that it was several bloodthirsty silver snow bats that had killed the livestock. This bat has a very large body, and when it grows up, it hides in a very deep burrow, and does not come out to harm people.

Something is wrong, in terms of his cultivation, it doesn't take much to deal with a bat, but it's a little difficult to deal with a group, and if you can't get it, you have to take your life into it.

A few days ago, he had met someone from the Heavenly Sword Sect, thinking that he was also a Dao Sect, and the Heavenly Sword Sect was a flaunt for cultivators in the world, and asked them to kill the Silver Snow Bat together, but he would not refuse. It's just that I haven't been able to meet each other again recently. He didn't have much superb means, he was just a realm of the six grades of secular martial arts, and seeing that there was no hope of immortality, he was just trying to get some money to retire safely, and he couldn't afford to lose his life for this.

Seeing clearly that the sloppy Taoist priest in front of him had no cultivation realm, he naturally breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the villagers around him who had great hopes for him, he scolded loudly: "The demon road ahead, the scourge of livestock, I really don't know what to do, if you can change your life to the good, the poor road can spare you from dying!" After saying that, his robe shook, and he suddenly pulled out the pine pattern ancient sword behind his back.

Meng Tai was indifferent, but Zhuo Zangfeng couldn't hold his breath, and whispered in the ear of the old sword saint: "Oh, it's not good! ”

Meng Taixu was silent, still did not speak.

Zhuo Zangfeng's eyes rolled, and he whispered to the silent old Taoist priest Meng: "It's a big deal, the master runs away! ”

Meng Taixu suddenly laughed, "You little ghost, do you think that the method of agitation is useful to the old way? ”

Zhuo Zangfeng's face showed anger, he hated others wronging him the most, and said: "Although my realm is low, I will never abandon my partner and run away by myself." ”

Meng Taixu was slightly stunned, looking at his resolute eyes, the corners of his mouth showed the humiliation of being misunderstood, and he secretly admired in his heart, but he said: "What realm do you have, it's just that you rely on a brute spirit, a ghost spirit." You ask that Maoshan Taoist priest to come over, and I will ask him a few words. ”

When Zhuo Zangfeng heard this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and the old Taoist priest finally couldn't help but want to do it.