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The sun shines on the clear river, don't want to go to the dress, bear with it.

In the afternoon, the blue waves ripple lightly, and the dazzling fog disperses with the sun, just like the girl untying the ring, gradually revealing the boundless spring, and she is still ashamed to talk.

At this time, the hustle and bustle in the city gathers drums, all kinds of spiritual lights flash, the sound of cheers and shouts, dozens of miles away can be heard clearly; correspondingly, the Qinghe River is still quiet, the fisherman is busy casting nets, the children are playing crisply, occasionally seeing couples lingering, shy and refusal, it is really like two shijie.

This is Ziyun Island, this is Ziyun City.

This is the first in the Taoist Temple.

"That's what it means to be alive. Thirteen Lang meditated in his heart.

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"Little brother!"

The red shadow plunged into his arms, like a fiery butterfly dancing among the flowers, and the soft body and bright smile painted the heaviest strokes on the curtain composed of water, sky and earth. Thirteen Lang hugged the gentle girl, and his arms felt heavy inexplicably, and he was disturbed by the unbearable load.

At that moment, after hesitating for many days, a thought suddenly arose, fierce and violent, cold and resolute.

"Whoever dares to do this, I will kill him. ”

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After a year, Xiaohong is a year older, and the teenage girl is gradually charming and upright; whether it is eyebrows, eyes or body, Xiaohong is no longer a child, but her expression and heart remain the same, as lively as in the past. Holding Shisanro's neck with one hand, the girl arrogantly stretched out her other hand, rubbing her fingers lightly, and counted the days fiercely.

"One month, two months......"

Realizing that it was time for him to harvest, Xiaohong shouted proudly: "Ah~ha, a total of seven treasures, bring them." ”

The queen commanded that no one in the world would dare to disobey, and a mass of colorful and colorful, crystal clear or quaint and delicate objects appeared in her arms, and of course, a few bottles of sweet, delicious, nourishing and infinitely edible "candy".

The spring color is stronger, the flowers are discolored because of their delicate appearance, Thirteen Lang urges the wheelchair to float to the ground, stepping on the boat and looking around, and the heart is instantly ethereal.

"The Flower of Eternity. He said.

"I don't like her. Xiaohong will be mistaken and pout.

"I'm talking about our little red. Thirteen Lang said.

"Uh...... It's not good, change the name. ”

"You don't need to change it, just grab it. Thirteen Lang said lightly.

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"What a sword!"

Unlike in the past, today there is one more person on board. Mr. Big looked at Thirteen Lang seriously, his eyes suddenly changed, he pounced on him like a hungry tiger and grabbed his neck, and shouted fiercely: "How can you use this sword, hand it over!"

Look at its jiashi, Thirteen Lang but dare not say a word, kill or bury.

In the face of such a wild life, the majestic Thirteenth Young Master in front of the Sanyuan Pavilion had no power to resist, his body swayed like a lotus willow in the wind, and his complacent expression disappeared, replaced by a bitter smile, helpless, sour and desolate, so helpless.

At this moment, he had a deeper understanding of Mr. Big's realm, and at the same time realized another truth: in the eyes of ants, there is no difference between an elephant and a pig.

They all have something in common, big, very big, infinitely big!

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Before, Shisanro had speculated about the cultivation realm of all the teachers, including the dean, but no matter how hard he tried and how he maximized his perception, he couldn't get a glimpse of it.

A simple comparison made him understand that he was a small droplet, and it was impossible to measure the depth and breadth of the sea, and he was not even qualified to estimate it. ...,

The Heavenly Sword was hidden in the body of Thirteen Lang, which inevitably attracted covetous eyes, and Thirteen Lang was deeply worried about this, but after consulting with the Ghost Dao, he put his mind back and no longer took it seriously. Several great elders had said that even a great cultivator like them, who specialized in sword dao and was extremely sensitive to sword intent, would not want to get a glimpse of the slightest breath of the sky.

It's good now, people just take a look, and Thirteen Lang is like a stripped girl exposed to the eyes of a madman, and there are no secrets to speak of.

"I can't live this broken day. He thought to himself.

"Huh, there's an adventure!"

Mr. Big's eyes radiated a green light, not at all like the wild but graceful scholar before, and he banged and slurred on Thirteen Lang's body with great interest.

"Not bad, not bad, really good, I didn't expect Cangyun to have such a kendo master in that place, when will you bring it back to learn from me and let me learn a lesson?"

Looking at his hideous face and feeling the vigorous killing intent that he couldn't contain, Thirteen Lang wanted to cry.

"Uncle Zhuo let go, you're too much!"

The coquettish shout was like a divine punishment from heaven, enough to subdue all the demons and demons in the world, Mr. Big was like a thunderbolt, his body instantly shortened by half a section, and he quickly withdrew his claws, and his expression became scornful.

"Ahem, that ...... It's just a hobby, it's just a hobby, don't be angry. ”

"Three treasures!"

“...... Two pieces. ”

"No, my uncle said three words, and that's three. ”

Xiaohong proudly flaunted her counting talent and emphasized, "No duplicates." ”

No matter how ordinary an object is, sooner or later it will become a nightmare debt, once it is not allowed to be duplicated. Mr. Big shrugged his head and thought with a sad face.

"I can't live this broken day. ”

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"Take medicine to block the meridians, throughout the ages, you can be regarded as the number one wonderful. ”

The problems that the four elders could not solve became inconspicuous matters to the dean. The old man's spirit was stronger than before, but in Thirteen Lang's feelings, he clearly sensed an ominous aura on his body, and he couldn't help but feel a little dignified.

The old man said: "Among all the supernatural powers, if you talk about tyranny and destruction, it is the power of thunder. The thunder power contained in that thunder stone is almost equivalent to a mid-stage primordial infant, and it is really ...... that it was dissolved and absorbed by you in such a way."

Mr. Big was in a bad mood and said coldly: "Wang Ba eats barley and spoils grain. ”

Thirteen Lang smiled bitterly and didn't dare to talk back, secretly thinking that it would be good if I could survive, and I still expected to turn it all into my own, so I didn't become a primitive old monster.

"Attish description. ”

The dean shopper's nature did not change, and his eyes shone with greed and sighed: "How many pills and how many spiritual materials do you have to consume, just to save your little life, it's really a shame that they are willing to give it." ”

"Grandpa!" Xiaohong expressed dissatisfaction again.

"Okay, okay, anyway, it's taking advantage. After all these residual medicinal properties are absorbed and digested, the old man estimates that ...... Forget it, we'll see when the time comes. ”

The old man glanced at Xiaohong lovingly, turned his head and just wanted to make a move, when Mr. Big suddenly said, "Master, please allow the disciple to do it for you." ”

"The thunder sword is incompatible, I'll make an introduction for you. ”

The old man casually punched a spiritual ring into Thirteen Lang's body, and said with a smile, "I'm not old enough to move. ”

A warm feeling filled his body, and Jusan Lang was not busy checking his condition, his eyes fell on Mr. Big's face.

His heart sank. ...,

At this time, the dean breathed a sigh of relief and motioned to Mr. Big, "Leave it to you, be careful not to leave hidden dangers." ”

Mr. Big's respectful voice agreed, and his attitude was honest and dutiful, like a most obedient child.

The dean said again: "Take Hong'er for a walk, let the old man and this child chat." ”

Mr. Big agreed again, and led Xiaohong, who was busy with counting the treasures, and left, Thirteen Lang chewed on the previous scene, and his face gradually became gloomy.

He tried to lift his legs, and found that he seemed to be able to walk reluctantly, and couldn't help but exclaim: "The old man is really a wonderful hand to rejuvenate, you ...... Are you alright?"

"You're not sick, and that's not how you shoot your ass. ”

The old man put away the fishing gear hanging on the side of the boat, as if he had gathered away the idea of flying, and mocked: "If you want to talk about good hands, I am definitely not as good as the person who treated your injuries before." ”

Thirteen Lang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "I'll invite him here, you always give me advice." ”

This sounded inexplicable, but the old man understood the meaning, smiled slightly and said: "Huangquan hòu is a matter of earth, how can a doctor do it, he is really an idiot." ”

The premonition was confirmed, and in an instant, Thirteen Lang fell into an ice cave.

"It's great that you can grow to such a level in such a short period of time. The old man's eyes showed jī appreciation, and the expression on his face was still flat, as if nothing had happened.

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Whether it is gossip with nose and eyes, or inferences drawn from speculative situations, people have reason to believe that the head of the Purple Cloud Dao Academy will die soon.

The reason is very simple, if he was fine, Ziyun City would not be the way it is now.

Collective honor and disgrace may not be combined, but in many cases, a certain place and a certain time will become a completely different situation because of a person's presence or absence, or it can be said that a person can decide on safety.

The dean clearly falls into this category.

Jusan Lang doesn't have much contact with him, but whenever he stays with the old man, he always has a feeling that "the sky is not a big deal."

It's mysterious, but it's reassuring.

This return, Shisanlang immediately found that his perception of the power of heaven and earth had sublimated to a new realm, as if Weaver Niang had changed from raw to mature, and then from cooked to skillful, and could feel the extremely subtle changes in spiritual power in the air.

This improvement made him excited, but it also brought an unexpected result. He clearly felt that there was spiritual power emanating from the old man's body at all times, extremely weak, but irreversible.

Mana dissipates! For the monk, this is a true omen of death!

Even if a vast ocean continues to dissipate without replenishment, it will eventually turn into a dry well one day. This is not some law of heaven, but a law of nature, and it is the absolute authority that only time has.

Coupled with Mr. Big's inexplicable appearance, coupled with Mr. Big's inexplicable attitude, and the haze that jumped from time to time in the old man's plain eyes, if Thirteen Lang didn't know the reason, he would be in vain.

His lips squirmed twice, and Jusan Lang wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be stuffed with a stone, and he couldn't produce any simple syllables. Knowing that it was redundant for him to think about it, Thirteen Lang still couldn't help but have a thought, if he had grown to the current level as soon as possible, noticed this situation earlier, and invited that Flower Divine Doctor here, would it be different?

That's a joke, of course.

"What are you doing sour and rotten, the old man's business is not done yet, he can't die for the time being, and he won't die. ”

The old man found that he was absent-minded, and said proudly: "In order to reach my level, if you really want to live a few more days, you can always think of some way to come out." ”...,

Following the old man's gaze, Xiaohong was playing some kind of childlike game with Mr. Big, and the crisp laughter came from time to time, and Mr. Big's face was covered with a black cloth, and he chased the clever figure like a headless fly in the voice, but it was always in vain.

Looking at such an absurd scene, the old man's eyes jumped out of the haze again, and his voice was a little depressed.

"See?"

Jusan Lang shook his head vigorously.

"The acting skills are not bad, but in front of the old man, no matter how much you can pretend, how can you hide it. ”

The old man scolded angrily and said, "Hong'er's parents died early, and the old man sealed her mind. ”

A simple sentence, expressing endless sorrow and sorrow, can make an old man at the top level of the world use such a means, you can imagine how poignant and sad the story that happened to Xiaohong at the beginning.

Another guess was confirmed, Shisanlang seemed to sink to the bottom of a clear river, squeezed and crushed by endless water from every pore, and could not find room to breathe.

"How......

"When she becomes an adult, the old man will lift the ban for her, hoping to be useful. ”

The old man said silently, as if telling a story that had nothing to do with him, and said in a calm tone: "The old man will live until that day." ”

Hope, sometimes means despair, and for a character like the dean, the meaning of despair is even stronger when this word is used.

Turning around, the old man said in a sincere tone: "Count the days, you should still be in the Taoist Academy at that time, Xiaohong is close to you, and the time will ...... Come help me. ”

Tears welled up in his eyes, and Thirteen Lang nodded vigorously, nodding desperately, as if he wanted to break his head off his neck and give it to the old man for safekeeping.

I don't know what happened in the city, the noise shook, the tide of shouting and applause exploded like thunder, and it was so far away that it could be heard clearly.

Disturbed by Yaxing, Xiaohong stopped, turned her head to look in the direction of the city, and her face showed disgust.

Mr. Big slowly took off the black scarf on his face, turned his head to look in the direction of the city, and his face showed disgust.

"Another little thing happened. The old man sighed, and rowed the boat farther away, as if to avoid something.

Thirteen Lang turned his head, turned his head, lowered his head, and raised his head.

Wiped a handful on his face, he said: "Please ask the teacher to set up my main general and participate in this competition." ”

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"I heard that you don't want to enter the inner courtyard?"

Shisanlang nodded silently, and said later: "I think it's good here, I don't want to change places." ”

The old man said: "The silence and the corner are not the work of the eldest husband. ”

Shisanlang was silent again, and only after a long time did he say: "The world is dirty, and the scenery here is unique. ”

"This sycophant is well shot. ”

The old man was happy, and then said, "The matter left by the old guy should be solved by the old guy." We old guys aren't dead yet, if it's for the sake of the Taoist Academy, we don't have to. ”

Thirteen Lang smiled and said in a sarcastic tone: "It's because the old guy always refuses to give way, and the young man doesn't grow up. ”

The old man's smile froze on his face, and he said angrily: "What did you say?

Thirteen Lang's expression was even more mocking, and he said disdainfully: "Parrot, it's really old." ”

"Smack!"

The oars were unceremoniously smashed overhead, and the sound was crisp and loud, startling away many of the fish swimming on the side of the boat. The strange thing is that the seemingly ordinary oar did not shatter under such a huge collision, but made Thirteen Lang faintly painful.

"Good baby!"...,

He scooped up the oars in his hand, salivated and said, "Give them to me!"

"Dreaming!"

The old man scolded bitterly, pulled twice and couldn't fight the brute force of Thirteen Lang, looked at the young man with a hippie smile, a trace of weirdness suddenly flashed on his face, and said, "This is a dowry, do you want it?"

With a bang, Thirteen Lang quickly let go of his hand.

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"The nine masters of the Taoist Academy, except for the small table, everyone has a branch, Qi Minzhi is not here, and the oath of Purple Cloud City is what he thinks in his heart. ”

The old man slowly recounted the past, and said with undisguised pride and smugness on his face: "It's a pity that the old man is not dead, and his idea can only be a fantasy." ”

Thirteen Lang listened silently, waiting for his next words.

"If it's just the position of the dean, the old man can't wait to unload this burden, but there are other things involved in it, and he can't let go easily. ”

Thirteen Lang still didn't speak, didn't ask what the so-called other thing was, he knew and believed that since the old man did this, there must be a good reason.

The old man raised his eyes to look at the two people who were back together on the shore, and sighed: "The small table is good for everything, but its heart is too strong and straight, and it is really not the material for the dean." ”

"Well, you have to be cunning to do it, and you have to be greedy for money. Thirteen Lang said in his heart.

"It's ridiculous to decide the position of the dean based on the ratio of students, but the ancient covenant is like this, and the old man can't change it. ”

The old man's face was sad, and he sighed and said: "Real people are good at everything, but this one is too nonsense, it's just child's play." ”

"It's child's play, it's a bastard. Thirteen Lang was indignant and deceived his ancestors together.

Of course, the rules are not so simple, and there are many restrictions. ”

After venting his anger, the old man continued: "First of all, time, not to mention other branches, the president of the Ziyun Dao Academy changes the first period of a hundred years, but the opening of the mountain is once every ten years; ”

"Coupled with the restrictions on the cultivation of students, breaking through the Yuan Infant is disqualifying, and there has never been a precedent in history for the loss of the dean's position due to Dabi. ”

"It's just that this time there is a night lotus. ”

Thirteen Lang greeted him with a word, and then said: "There is a conspiracy. ”

"There must be a conspiracy, otherwise it would be abnormal. However, even if there is a conspiracy, the Purple Cloud position is not so easy to take. ”

The old man waved his hand casually and continued: "It's not enough to win just Dabi, you also need to step on Sumeru to get the approval of the divine beast in the town courtyard. ”

"Divine beast?" Hearing this secret story, Thirteen Lang's eyes widened unconsciously.

"That's right, the divine beast is in Mount Meru, and it is the treasure of our Taoist Academy. ”

The old man smiled proudly, then became indignant again, and said viciously: "Actually, it's just a remnant soul, and it wastes countless efforts in vain, and it's useless at all. ”

"Uh...... What's that recognition?"

"Approval of a fart! ”

The old man became more and more angry, with a hint of shame in his expression, gritted his teeth and said: "Even the old man can't do it, not even a small table, let alone a dog's tail flower." ”

The flower of eternity has become a dog's tail flower, and Thirteen Lang thinks to himself that you are really old and have no gain, and it is strange to be recognized. As for the Sword Venerable, who was called the Little Table, it was obviously not a likable master, let alone the proud beast.

He said worriedly, "Since she is here, she must have been prepared. ”

"How about that!"...,

The old man said angrily: "Even if you pass the second level, there is still a third level waiting for you." ”

"What's the matter?" said Thirteen Lang subconsciously.

"He has to beat me, and he is called the first person in the Taoist Academy!"

The old man pointed to his nose and said majestically: "With those few thunderbolts, I can beat his teacher and me!"

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