The Barbarian Mountain Realm, one of the nine realms of the Cangling Domain. There are many barbarian relics and barren mountains in it, and the overall cultivation of the resource-poor monks is much lower than that of the barbarian relics. Only in the North Ridge, the Central Plains, and Dongzhou did some monks survive with difficulty.

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On an inconspicuous small barren mountain among the millions of mountains in Beiling, a dilapidated Taoist temple is erected on it, and there is a big tripod at the entrance of the Taoist temple. The large tripod is grayish-black, with some lines on it, but it has long been worn out to the point that it cannot be seen clearly. Among them, there is a light cyan thick liquid with most of the half-ding, and there are bursts of medicinal fragrance coming out, which is refreshing.

"Don't! don't...... I don't want to go in, sir! You big fat man, old fat man. You have to go yourself!" A fat Taoist priest walked out of the Taoist temple, holding a six-year-old boy in his hand. The little kid barked, shouted, and struggled.

The fat Taoist's nose was almost crooked, "Little bastard, do you talk to the master like this? I still don't do it for your good! Do you know how much effort I put into collecting these treasure medicines?" "Master, I was wrong, master, you are the best!" The little fart looked at the fat Taoist pitifully, and his hands hugged the fat Taoist's thighs tightly.

The little fart child is very delicate, with big eyes, long eyelashes, and two small shallow dimples around his mouth. At this moment, the big eyes were shining with tears, watery, and very pitiful. If it was someone else, he would definitely be moved, but the fat Taoist priest who knew the temperament of a little fart child was unmoved. The fat Taoist snorted twice, and regardless of the little child's reaction, he threw him directly into the ding. A purple-black shield appeared out of thin air in the fat Taoist's hand, and was covered by the fat Taoist's hand.

With a "bang", the big shield trembled. "Stay with you!" the fat Taoist priest finished speaking, and shook his hand to throw out a pile of black things under the ding. If the other monks of the Barbarian Mountain Realm saw it, they would be shocked, because this black thing was a rare lightning strike wood! The lightning strike wood was a strange wood that was struck by a heavenly lightning and did not die, but instead glowed with the vitality of the second life. And in a barren place like the Barbarian Mountain Realm, the treasures are even more precious.

The fat Taoist priest waved his sleeves, and a puff of purple-red flames flew out and landed on the lightning strike wood. With a "bang", the purple-red flame instantly turned blue-purple, and there were some faint arcs of electricity wrapped around it. The fat Taoist priest's face became serious, and his hands waved again and again. One after another spells were played, and pieces of runes appeared around Dading's body, and there was a faint sound of chanting.

The fat Taoist took a deep breath, and the magic of his hands changed again, and the blue-purple flames swayed for a while, and then suddenly surged to envelop the big ding. "Ah~" The screams like killing pigs came from Dading, "Master, I was wrong! You let me go, please kill me!"

The corner of the fat Taoist's eyes twitched, but he didn't speak. One after another spells were played again, and the arc skyrocketed, jumping wildly on the big ding. "Ahh "Dead fat man, do you really want to kill me? It's about to hurt me, master!"

The fat Taoist priest couldn't help it, shook his hand and threw out more than a dozen small flags. There is a flow of light between the small flags, and they seem to be one with each other. The small flags were planted around the big ding, and the screams were instantly suppressed back into the ding. The fat Taoist priest finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Time passed gradually, during which the fat Taoist's magic kept changing, until the lightning strike wood exuded a faint green qi, and the fat Taoist finally relaxed.

The fat Taoist priest touched the sweat on his face, the corners of his mouth kept curling, and finally laughed. The laughter was full of pride and joy, and although the struggling little fart in Dingzhong couldn't hear it, he was still scared into a cold sweat. At this time, the little boy's heart chuckled, and there was only one thought in his head: "It's over!"

Successfully stimulated the effect of lightning strike wood, and a stone in the fat Taoist's heart really fell to the ground. "My good apprentice, I have prepared a gift for you for so long, you can finally know!" The fat Taoist priest took the small flag back into his sleeve, and touched the wall with a strange smile, so frightened that all the hairs on the little boy's body exploded.

The fat Taoist priest rolled up two wide-sleeved robes, revealing his white, tender, fleshy arms. He pushed the shield away to reveal a slit so he could fit things in. "Master," a faint ** voice came from Dingzhong, "Am I going to die?" Although I am unwilling, since it is the master's choice, then even if I die, what does it matter. Master, the apprentice can't repay your nurturing kindness, you have to protect ......" Before the words were finished, Dingzhong was silent.

The fat Taoist priest laughed yinyin, "Good apprentice, since you are so filial, then you will laugh at the teacher." The treasure medicine in this tripod can't be wasted, just add some herbs and relics to stew into soup, and it can be regarded as a reward for my hardships over the years!"

The first cloth bag was opened, and the fat Taoist priest shook out all the things in it with the mouth of the bag facing down, and a lot of strange and different things were piled up. The fat Taoist squatted down and picked up, "This is the golden ginseng, the treasure medicine that replenishes qi and blood, stewed! This is the earth yuan vine, the treasure medicine that improves the toughness of the body, stewed! This is the tiger bone mushroom, the dragon-shaped grass ......" A treasure medicine with peculiar effects was thrown into the ding, as if it was really going to stew soup.

There was still silence in the Great Ding. The fat Taoist grinned, thinking that this kid could really bear it, if he hadn't really ensured that this kid was safe, I'm afraid he would have to stop. But since this kid is so capable of pretending, then I'll add another fire to see how much he can endure!,

The fat Taoist priest cleared his throat, "There are too many treasures and medicines, but there is too little meat." No, fill in some meat!" After speaking, the fat Taoist priest opened the second small cloth bag. "This is the little luanniao, the meat is very fresh, stewed! This is the green camphor snake, the snake soup is delicious, stewed! This is the small dragon catfish, the bone soup is very delicious, stewed! There are also saliva fish, diamond turtle ......"

"Dead fatty, do you really want to eat the master!" After all, it was just a six-year-old child, and the little fart child couldn't help it first.

"Yo, why is my good boy alive again?" said the fat Taoist priest pretending to be surprised, and the little fart child gritted his teeth in anger but was helpless.

"Alright, alright. The fat Taoist priest had enough revenge before he finally explained: "The reason why I didn't let you cultivate is here. The expression on the fat Taoist's face became serious: "Our Tianxingmen is a great sect!"

"Isn't it long gone?" came the impatient voice of the little fart in the middle of the ding. The fat Taoist priest couldn't hold back his face, "The emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, haven't you heard this sentence!" "I was brought up by you since I was a child, you didn't say it, of course I haven't heard it!" The little boy's voice was still very impatient.

"Ahem...... The embarrassed expression on the fat Taoist's face flashed, and he instantly became serious again, "Our Tianxingmen was able to suppress all the sects of cultivation back then, and it was this secret book "Stealing Heaven Recipe"!"

The little boy in the "......" Ding didn't give any reaction. The fat Taoist priest was furious, "Stinky boy, you know a fart! Cultivators have a total of eight realms: Naling, Bihai, Shentai, the Four Realms under the Void Soul, and the Four Realms of Worshipping the Heavens, the World, Life and Death, and the Nine Tribulations! One realm and one day, the difference between each realm cannot be remembered! Everyone cultivates in order to break through these eight realms and become immortals who live with heaven and earth and are immortal and immortal! Cultivators mainly rely on three points for their cultivation: talent, resources, and adventures!"

The fat Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief: "Resources are limited by region, sect, status, etc.; adventures can be met but cannot be sought; talent is even more determined by heaven and not by people! Don't talk to me about any personal efforts, who is not a cultivator who is not desperately cultivating? Except for a few who give up on themselves." ”

The fat Taoist priest didn't wait for the little child's reaction, and said with a solemn face: "And "Stealing the Sky" can cross the sea all over the sky, change your life against the sky, and improve people's talents!"

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