Xianlin Avenue.

Yuanxia Park.

In winter, the leaves begin to wither, the wind blows, and the occasional bird flies by.

There are quite a few people who jog in the morning.

The park is getting more and more lively.

Ning Moli was dressed in white clothes, and the momentum of standing with his hands in his hands was like a mountain, his black hair swayed slightly in the wind, his face was expressionless, and he was filled with a style of not being angry and arrogant, and the Qingqi painting style brought by brushing station B in the past disappeared.

"Uncle Ning. ”

Qin Ming was surprised and relieved, and there was a sense of satisfaction from the awakening of my family's grandfather, and he finally had the style of a strong martial artist.

o(* ̄) ̄*)Sprinkle flowers!

This is in line with the image of a strong man in my heart!

But as soon as he opened his mouth......

It's collapsed......

Ning Moli pressed Qin Ming's shoulder, and said earnestly: "That Liushan has made small achievements in practicing martial arts, and in the future, the martial saint is also expected to come to the door to be a son-in-law, this matter is not chilling, you remember to take the initiative and cook the raw rice in advance." ”

"But there's a point. ”

"Remember not to be greedy, unless your power is above the willow mountain, you can have it all. ”

In order to let Qin Ming have a high starting point at the beginning of the aura era, Ning Moli took great pains to secretly observe Liu Shan's style of acting.

In the end, I came to a conclusion: it is a good person.

Qin Ming had a headache: "Stop, Uncle Ning, you're enough!"

"Hmph. ”

Ning Moli's face turned cold, and he said solemnly: "Liu Shan is the best candidate for apprenticeship. ”

After speaking.

He looked at Qin Ming and showed a mouthful of teeth: "If you answer, 'I need your guidance, I don't need your fingering', the old man will hang you on the highest tree in Yuanxia Park." ”

In order to keep up with the times, he brushes the news every day.

He knows what today's young people think.

'This is for your good', 'listen to me', and 'what do you know when you're young' are sensitive sentences, which will cause negative effects, and it is a roundabout way to mention that Liu Shan has two daughters...... When he was young, Qin Ming would not be so resistant to apprenticeship.

In fact.

Qin Ming was very willing to hug his thighs, he couldn't help but be angry and funny, what kind of brain circuit, in addition to amnesia, is he still face blind?

Think about it.

This old man went out of the house, probably traveling all over the world, and there was no chance to see each other again, Qin Ming handed over the hot soy milk that he hadn't drunk in a sip, and asked, "Uncle Ning, where are you going?" ”

Ning Moli took the soy milk, held it in the palm of his hand, and laughed: "Far away, far away." ”

The old man is showing off his literary style again...... Qin Ming was stunned for a moment, staring at Ning Mo's teeth: "You, your front teeth are all together!?"

There was still a gap yesterday, and there was still a leak, Qin Ming couldn't figure it out.

In the second realm of martial arts, the body developed again, and it actually had this miraculous effect, and a new white and flawless tooth grew overnight.

"Haha. ”

Ning Moli saw that Qin Ming was confused, and his wrinkled face, which was indifferent every day, was like a sunflower smiling.

After a moment.

He restrained his smile, touched the corners of his mouth, looked at Qin Ming deeply, didn't say a word, turned around and left, walked along the stone road of the park to the main entrance, glanced left and right twice, and took everything in his eyes.

......

Inside the door, the elderly are walking together, some people are singing on the radio on their waists, and some are carrying fishing rods, and they are enjoying themselves.

......

Outside, there is a stall selling breakfast, and the corn is still steaming.

......

Today is December 13th, early winter.

"Let's go. ”

Ning Moli lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, and nodded with a slightly clumsy finger: "Take an online car-hailing, the cheapest model goes to the airport for 150 yuan." ”

He was waiting to click on the option to confirm the carpool.

That's when it happened.

A clear sound pierced through the cold air and exploded like a golden cracked stone!

"Wu Sheng Ning Mo Li!"

On the side of the main entrance, the young man in white lowered his head and nibbled on the soft and glutinous corn, his eyes shining with a little starlight, exuding an extraordinary, immortal-like lofty aura.

It's like a visit, a leisurely stroll.

It was as if the morning sun had faded and the cold wind froze.

The young man in white slowly walked towards Ning Moli: "Don't call a taxi yet, you can't go anywhere today." ”

The beginning of the Reiki Age!

One of the Seven Great Qi Refiners!

Special guest of the second issue of "Practice Focus", contemporary Song Wengong, Song Wen!

"Really?"

A dark light flashed in Ning Moli's eyes, and he stared directly at the young man in white: "The Pillar of Zhenguo Qi Refiner came in person to intercept me? ”

The next moment.

Behind the white-clothed Song Wen.

The secretary woman took out an arrest warrant stamped by the government from her briefcase: "Wu Sheng Ning Mo leaves, please come with us immediately." ”

"Oh. Ning Moli tilted his head, as if he had turned from an old man into a bloody beast, his eyelids were half-closed, filled with extreme danger, his thin body was bulging, his trembling feet were rooted in the earth, and the cement floor within a radius of ten meters shook inch by inch, as if it was about to be torn apart.

The muscles of his arms are intertwined like tree roots.

He took two steps, his fist rubbing the air a fiery red color, and nearly a thousand tons of power completely exploded.

A humanoid flame exploded out of thin air!

Martial Saint close-quarters killing!

This terrifying and boundless slash can burst the low white clouds!

"Come!"

"Let Lao Tzu see what the hell is called the Pillar of Zhenguo Qi Refiner!" Ning Mo roared in the centrifugation, because he couldn't open his mouth, as if he was locked by the omnipresent aura, he fell into a quagmire, his steps were difficult, and it was difficult to move his body.

Boom.

The palm of the hand that was as warm as jade was open, without the slightest smoke and fire, and Song Wen held the fist.

In an instant.

Nearly 1,000 tons of power were wiped out.

It is like an iron wall between heaven and earth, blocking everything, whether it is a flame or a huge force, all of them have come to naught, and they can't go beyond the thunder pool.

"Don't do it, old people. ”

Song Wen pressed down his fiery fist.

With the sound of muscles and bones, the blood flowed like a river, Ning Moli trembled all over, unable to break free from the shackles of spiritual energy, and watched his right fist being crushed by it.

He couldn't move.

The body of the Martial Saint was suppressed.

There is no room for struggle at all.

"This!?"

Ning Moli's face changed, and the corners of his mouth oozed blood.

Between the lightning and flint, it seems to be an understatement, he has been shocked by Song Wen's slap, and the qi and blood in his body are churning violently and cannot be controlled.

"Cultivation of the third level!?"

Ning Mo left a mouthful of blood gushing up his throat and forcibly swallowed it back.

He had seen Qi Refiners crush Martial Saints, but only by experiencing it himself could he appreciate the gap between the two.

"Hey. ”

Song Wen sighed lightly, let go of his left hand, and pressed Ning Moli's shoulder: "Old man, why bother? Why cooperate with the aura creatures, do you know that their goal may be to destroy the world." ”

Beside.

The secretary woman bowed her head.

The crowd at the entrance of the park came to watch.

"Hahaha!"

"I am a scrawny old man, old, lonely, weak, pitiful, helpless...... By the way, as a Qi Refiner of the Pillar of Zhenguo, do you want to beat the old man violently in front of everyone's eyes? Believe it or not, the old man is lying on the ground, spitting blood, shouting for help in despair, and the Qi Refiner is not a son of man for no reason. Ning Moli showed a mouthful of blood-stained teeth.

Qi refiner Song Wen intercepted the voice, no matter how loud Ning Mo's voice was, it couldn't be heard.

But it can't block the rays.

The nearby crowd found that Ning Mo had fallen to the ground, and there was a tendency to watch.

"Let's go. ”

Song Wen smiled, grabbed Ning Moli's arm, like an adult carrying a little chick fluttering back and forth, accelerated across the street, and sat in the back of the vehicle.

This is a business van.

The back is spacious, divided into two opposite rows.

Song Wen sat down, the secretary woman sat on the left, and Ning Moli sat opposite, his face flushed abnormally, and his blood was still churning...... This time it was angry, and his chest rose and fell violently.

The inside of the car was quiet.

The air conditioner blows a gentle warm breeze.

Song Wen dusted his chest and said regretfully: "The old man has a clear mind, but he doesn't know the reason, so he cooperates with them." ”

Opposite side.

Ning Mo was silent for a long time, took out a cigarette, and said while rubbing it: "No way, they give too much." ”

Song Wen: "Let's hear it." ”

Ning Moli: "They gave me 300,000 ...... Gave me a promise of at least 300,000. ”

Whew.

A warm wind blew.

The secretary woman shivered suddenly, her forehead was covered with fine sweat, and a chill of horror spread from her heart to her whole body: "So you borrowed two thousand from Qin Ming to buy a plane ticket to Edo City, Kyoto, Honmoto, yes, yes...... But didn't you survive back then, and now, at the age of nearly 100, you have become a martial saint again, with a great future, a bright future, and a new life!"

Before that.

She always thought that Wu Sheng Ning Moli had taken refuge in the aura creatures and took a flight to the book in order to join them.

Ning Moli looked at her sideways, his eyes were gloomy, and he paused word by word: "This matter has nothing to do with Qin Ming." ”

The secretary woman gritted her teeth and said, "Anyone with a high talent for martial arts is within the scope of the investigation. ”

Ning Mo was detached and waved his hand: "He is a very good young man, what is there to investigate, the little girl is talking nonsense." ”

Looked at.

The secretary woman shook her head and said, "As a martial saint, you are a first-level observation target, and Qin Ming has the potential to be promoted to a martial artist, and you are a fifth-level observation target." ”

"Observe, Lao Tzu will kill you first!" Ning Moli burst out without saying a word, his blood was mighty, and the martial saint tried his best to turn things around.

That's a real thousand tons of power!

Bang!

Song Wen rubbed his fingers, rubbed out a small flame, and handed it to Ning Moli: "Old man smoking, don't be so excited." ”

When he spoke, his eyes flowed like a river of stars, lighting up a million stars.

Rushing!

Song Wen's eyes in white are as bright as stars!

Beams of light are born out of nothingness!

Criss-crossed, crazy texture, as if countless lasers shot out instantly, spiraling and winding, forming a beautiful grid - this huge net directly enveloped Ning Moli and was bound to the seat.

"Open, open!"

Ning Moli's muscles skyrocketed, and his arms were raised, wanting to stretch out.

But the illusory light contracted, like a dragon rope, unimaginable power, suppressing the martial saint body, pressing Ning Mo to death on his seat.

The next moment.

Song Wen handed over a small flame, lit a cigarette for him, and said slowly: "Mr. Zhong said that martial saints are all monsters in human skin, what does the old man think of this sentence?"

There was a deathly silence in the car.

Less.

Ning Moli lowered his gaze: "Mr. Zhong, the Qi Refining Master, is that the one five years ago?"

Song Wen was silent.

Ning Moli took a sullen puff of his cigarette, as if he had figured out something, and stopped struggling.

Until this time.

The secretary woman finally breathed a sigh of relief, her body was a little weak, and the ferocity of the martial saint was really terrifying to the extreme.

Fortunately, she had already advanced to the second level of cultivation, and her thinking was strengthened, so there was no big problem.

'Crazy. ’

This man has gone mad. There was a deep horror in the secretary woman's eyes: "This is a martial saint who only wants to die at the risk of his life, stubborn, stubborn, too strong and tenacious in his inner character, and has been in a depressed and dull state for many years, so he is moody and his mind is completely distorted...... Originally, I wanted to communicate openly and honestly, but this martial saint had almost no weaknesses, and with my negotiation skills, I couldn't convince them. ’

She looked at Song Wen and shook her head imperceptibly.

Suddenly.

Song Wen's eyes moved, pushed the car door, and beckoned to Qin Ming, who happened to be passing by: "Classmate Qin Ming, get in the car and chat a few words." ”

"Huh!"

Qin Ming turned his head and glanced at it, slightly dazed.

He just sat in the corner of the park for a while, only to feel that after Ning Mo left, he was a little bored, and the air didn't seem to be as fresh as before, so he simply went back to school to find Li Tong to run a long distance together, and strive to break through the intermediate martial artist today.

But the car on the side of the road opened the door.

Someone called his name.

The strangest thing was that Uncle Ning's face was flushed, and he sat opposite the man.

"You ......"

Qin Ming's gaze was fixed on Song Wen's face, his eyes lit up, and he asked excitedly: "Are you the Qi Refiner Song Wen who broke the earth and paid for it yourself on the second phase of the cultivation focus program!!"