Wanghai City, a small city near the sea in the southern continent, thousands of miles away from here is Tingchao City, which is not enough to escape from death with Ling'er and Feng'er. Now to Wanghai City, it is not enough to recall the eventful years of that year. His eyes were slightly red, and he was depressed.

"Shi Daoyou, why is this so? Even the great changes in the Great Holy Island have not been investigated, and there is no major problem! It is rumored that the survivors are only thirty or twenty cultivators! And they have already been captured by the big faction, and it is not normal to find out if they do not know!"

"Oh! hehehe, Brother Song Dao smiled!"

The second cultivator saw that the land and coast were in sight, and they were all happy. Insignificant:

"Brother Song Dao's family is good?"

"Alas, I live alone, where is there a home!"

"Huh?"

"It's that back then, when I worshiped the Zoroastrian sect and didn't attach itself to the ten sects, it was affected when the sect was exterminated by Ben Lei!"

"Ben Lei's cultivation is narrow-minded, how can he make great achievements, and he will never enter the realm again! ”

The port of Wanghai City is not large, and there are not many ships coming and going, but there are not a few fishing boats. In the middle of the line, a cold snort suddenly came:

"Hmph, do you see? ”

"Brother Song Dao, who is Hu Bugui?"

"Shi Daoyou doesn't know, Hu Bugui is a big liar here, and he does some fakes to deceive foreign cultivators!"

When the boat was docked, the second repair went ashore, and he hurriedly took the things in the boat, and then he followed the small repair surnamed Song to Wanghai City.

"Hey, I said Boss Song, who is this brother?

"Hmph! No return, we have something. I don't bother with you. ”

"Little Lao'er is fine, a few of us went to the tea house to catch up on the old days!"

In other words, no matter how the Song surname is cultivated, he just seized the shortcomings and went to the tea house.

"Hey, Hu doesn't return, do you want to deceive my friend of Song Tou'er?"

"Why do you say this? Why do you say this? How can I be such a person if I don't return! It's just some high-quality immortal materials for sale, how can it be a deception? I have never been forced to buy and sell! And this time it's just going to the tea house with you to eat tea, how can I say more!"

"Eat tea, you want to eat people!"

Seeing that the two of them are actually familiar with each other, such a dispute is common, so he laughed and said to himself:

"Brother Song, since Brother Hu is invited. Why don't you go and sit down?"

"Alas. He wants to find someone to pay for his tea!"

So the two of them went away with the nonsense.

A three-entry tea house, with a small window door, three or five tables, and several tea guests.

"Three. You are here, please take a seat. What kind of tea do you want and what kind of snacks do you want?"

The little two watched the guests. Hurriedly greeted him and said loudly.

"I don't like it when I come to the pot. As for the dim sum, it's just three servings of tender milk cakes. ”

"Okay! A pot of fairy don't like it, three servings of tender milk cakes!"

Not for a while, that fragrant tea. The snack came up. Not enough to take a sip of tea, taste a piece of snack, nodded and said:

"It's really good tea, it's really good snacks!"

"That's it, brother, I've eaten all over the three rivers and five seas, what a good thing, how can I not know!"

That Hu Bugui smiled.

"Hmph, liar!"

That Brother Song Dao suddenly snorted coldly. Na Hu didn't return and didn't get angry, he just lowered his head and ate his tender milk cake in one go, and then raised his eyes and looked at it:

"I look at the divine light in the eyes of Taoist friends, and I am very human! I wonder if I can show a few hands to play?"

"Brother Hu Dao, is he the Taoist chief of the City God's Temple at the bottom of the valley of the small city?"

"Ahh

The old man Hu jumped up in shock!

"Who are you?"

"More than a thousand years ago, the kid was rescued by the immortal chief!

"I can't remember! I have been deceived too much in this life, and I have forgotten what I have done before!"

That Hu Bugui sat down slowly and said dejectedly.

"Immortal Chang doesn't seem to have much life!"

"Alas, there are still almost a hundred years to live! Poor my old man has been at the peak of yin and yang for nearly a thousand years!"

"Hehehe, how about exchanging this thing for a tea and rice for Immortal Chang?"

That's not enough to say, leaving two jade slips, one of which is for the Taoist surnamed Song, and the other for the old Taoist Hu who does not return, and then turns around, and disappears.

When Song Daoyou, the cultivator on the fishing boat, was surprised, he saw that Hu Bugui lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his face was very unusual, so he said:

"Hu ?????? Big?????? Brother, um, Senior Hu, this thing?"

"This thing?????? Haha?????? Woowoo?????? Thank you! Thank you!"

Song Daoyou was frightened, so he quietly returned and gave it up, took out the jade slip, immersed himself in the consciousness of God, and fell straight to the ground, and then cried loudly:

"Woo woo?????? Father and mother bless!All the immortals bless!Woo woo, this condensation, gathering knowledge, and small consummation of the way of entering the Tao also!woo woo?????? Miscellaneous Treatises on Practice!Miscellaneous Treatises on Practice??????"

There is a high mountain on the side of the Ten Sects, which once had the imprint of being young and Chang'er. Sitting on the top of the mountain, looking north and silent.

"Yi Xiumen, alas, I don't know how many people still lived with the same door back then?"

Just as he was muttering to himself, he suddenly tilted his head to the east side, and sighed slightly:

"The Ten Sects are really developed! Even the disciples who patrol the mountains are also the cultivators of gathering knowledge! Think about the time when the Yi Sect was cultivated, the disciples who patrolled the mountains were only Dharma body disciples! Now they are really developed!"

Either the disciples who patrol the mountains have already seen enough, or they happen to come here to rest. One of his sharp-eyed cultivators saw the inadequacy of sitting alone on the top of the mountain.

"That demon, where did you come from, where are you going, and what is the matter with the boundary mountain of my ten sects?"

"A certain person has never come out, and he has come to this boundary mountain to bury the past!"

Lacking, the evil taste of the master suddenly increased greatly, and the yin and yang strange qidao.

"Bold! Dare to tease Uncle Ben!"

Na Xiu was furious when he heard this, and tightened the ghost slashing knife in his hand, urging the Fa Yun under him, and galloped forward, and the blade was not enough to cut his head. The knife is like a rainbow, slashing head-on, and the gale it carries is whistling, which is really good.

The crowd didn't pay attention to it, just looked at it indifferently and talked to themselves. The cultivator at the moment was uneasy, but he just stared at the cultivator who was sitting alone on the top of the mountain, and watched his blade go down, slashing that cultivator in two.

Everyone looked at it, and no longer spoke, but landed steadily on the top of the mountain, looking for a place to rest. However, when all the cultivators sat down, one cultivator suddenly exclaimed:

"Hey, the ghost!"

Everyone looked back and saw that Naxiu was still smiling and standing in place.

"Ladies and gentlemen, how can you sit down before anyone is killed?

"Ah, who dare to underestimate my ten sects?"

Yixiu shouted loudly.

"Ten sects, don't dare! It's just that you don't ask questions, and you will kill when you see cultivation, isn't this not taking the entire cultivation world in your eyes?"

"The senior surname Gao is in the next mountain, and he is added to the patrol of the ten sects. ”

At this time, he suddenly repaired and bowed to the shortcomings.

Insufficient to look at its cultivation eyes, suddenly felt a hint of familiarity.

"Shouldn't your ancestors be willing to seek the Tao?"

"Sir, oh no, who is the senior? Ren Qiudao, sure enough, my ancestor!"

"Ren Shangao, how about a few words with you alone?"

"Senior brother, don't go. This cultivation power is not low, and Fu is suspicious, and he will never dare to go. ”

"Exactly, senior brother, this guy is here to deceive, I'm afraid it's not good for you!"

That Ren Shan Gao thought about it for a long time, and suddenly smiled:

"Okay! Wait for you to step aside, I'll talk to this cultivator!" (To be continued......)