It is impossible to surrender.

It can't be in this life.

It is not unheard of in history that fifty drops of blood have turned the tables.

What's more, Zhongtongmen has been rejected twice, and now it's too late even if you want to surrender.

"At least, we have nine months left." After being silent for a long time, Jiang Chou said slowly, "Act now, there may not be no chance!" ”

After speaking, his gaze shifted back and forth between Jun Jue Lao Dao and Chonglou, and finally fixed on Chonglou, revealing an expression of "Xiaoqingguan depends on you".

Chonglou trembled and sat upright: "Master...... Senior brother, why are you looking at me like this? ”

Jiang Chou said seriously: "To be independent, strength is indispensable. Right now, the three of us, the head of the sect is very old, and I don't have the cultivation qualifications, so I can only rely on you, junior brother. ”

Chonglou was stunned for a moment, and couldn't believe it for a while.

Did you say something wrong, brother, or did my ears hear it wrong? You don't have the qualifications to practice like this...... What does it mean to have a cultivation qualification?

One step up?

Also, are you sure you want to put your hopes on a demon who is always ready to find an opportunity to slip away? Then my suggestion is that it is better to vote directly.

"Chou'er thinks she doesn't have the qualifications to cultivate?"

Jun Jue Lao Dao opened his mouth and looked at Jiang Chou with interest.

Jiang Chou nodded and said, "Yes." When I was younger, I tried a few introductory ideas, but they all failed. Even the most popular "Taishang Induction Chapter" couldn't let me step into the level of Qi training, and I didn't even have any induction at all. ”

He spread out his hand and laughed at himself slightly: "I'm afraid that the most wasted physique in this world is none other than me." ”

The dream of cultivating immortals has long been driven out of even the scum in the failure of visualization again and again.

There are not many things that Jiang Chou is sure of, but this is one of the most certain things among them.

"I'm limited." Jun Jue smiled slightly.

"Huh?" Jiang Chou looked at Jun Jue.

Chonglou also raised his head.

Jun Jue said: "Nowadays, the human race generally adopts the cultivation of the Seven Realms, but does this mean that there is only one cultivation system in the world? So before the cultivation of the Seven Realms was determined, how did the human race practice? Is it possible to cultivate the Seven Realms overnight? ”

Jiang Chou was stunned, with his temperament, he really hadn't considered these issues.

Jun Jue twisted his beard and said, "As long as it doesn't fall from the sky, there must be development, evolution, and loss." ”

"According to the old man, although you can't practice the ordinary cultivation of the Seven Realms, you can't help but take another path, a very powerful ...... that is not yet known Xenogeneous inheritance! ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an instant silence.

Jiang Chou's brows became tighter and tighter.

Chonglou's brows are getting more and more stretched!

I see!

He felt that he finally understood the reason why Jiang Chou was so powerful, it turned out that what he learned was not what normal people learned!

"Really?" Jiang Chou seemed to believe it or not.

"Absolutely!"

"Really!"

Jun Jue and Chonglou spoke in unison!

Jiang Chou looked at Chonglou in surprise: "Senior brother, do you also understand this?" ”

Chonglou coughed twice, and patted the ten thousand books on the side with a weak heart: "I...... I read it from the book! What's more, if Senior Brother, you have no cultivation, how did you defeat the Zhongtongmen Elder? That man beat our head to the ground......"

"Ahem, Lou'er, don't add the last sentence......"

Jiang Chou was stunned for a moment, thought carefully for a moment, and still looked at Jun Jue uncertainly: "Master, that means that I also have cultivation now?" ”

He sat up a little nervously and asked, "What realm am I equivalent to now?" Is there any Qi practice...... Three floors? ”

He originally wanted to say that the cultivation of qi came to the first level, but when he thought that Wu Yong was an elder and that he would not be too weak if he defeated him, he became quite bold.

"Poof......" Chonglou squirted out a mouthful of porridge, choking his whole face red.

Jun Jue smiled and shook his head.

Jiang Chou moved his buttocks, and said uncertainly: "Fourth floor? ”

Jun Jue continued to shake his head, with a profound expression.

"Fifth floor?" Jiang Chou couldn't sit still.

"Hehe, sorrowful, you're in love." Jun Jue smiled and asked, "Can you see what realm I am?" ”

"Anyway, I won't be able to build ......a foundation," Chonglou muttered.

"Limitations!" Jun Jue waved his robe, "Do you think what you think is what you think?" ”

Chonglou shrank his head, you look ugly, you are right.

Jiang Chou said honestly: "I don't know. ”

Jun Jue nodded and said, "That's right, there is often a gap between different inheritances, just like you can't see my realm, I can't see your realm." ”

"But there is a little bit of sorrow that you have to believe, at least, you can practice. You don't have to be limited to the induction of the mind, as long as you keep the mind, uphold the right path, and practice the Dharma directly. ”

"Exercise ......" Jiang Chou thought for a while, stood up suddenly, and said with some urgency, "I'm full, let's go down the mountain first!" ”

"Don't worry, it's not too late to eat this salted duck egg and go again."

Jun Jue looked kind, sandwiched the last piece of salted duck egg in the bowl into three pieces, and handed it to Jiang Chou and the two of them.

Jiang Chou was slightly silent, ate the rest of the bowl in one bite, said "Thank you, master", and went out with a peachwood sword.

Only Jun Jue and Chonglou were left in the house.

Chonglou pulled the salted egg yolk twice with chopsticks, and drank the porridge with some disgust, and the whole person relaxed a lot.

"Why are you in such a hurry to go down the mountain?"

"Hehe, after decades of stagnation, I finally know that I can practice the exercises, can you bear it?" Jun Jue Lao Dao dipped the salted egg yolk with chopsticks little by little, squinting his eyes and not enjoying it.

"Yes." Chonglou looked at Jun Jue with a sudden expression, "But the old Taoist, we all know how strong he is, why do you have to make so many detours?" Just let him kill to Zhongtongmen, it's not over. Although even if the destruction of Zhongtongmen does not completely solve the problem, I do not believe that those people in Zhongtongmen still have to engage in annexation under the threat of death. ”

Jun Jue glanced at Chonglou, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Why didn't the Buddha let Sun Wukong go directly to Lingshan with Tang Seng on his back?

Jun Jue finished eating the last pinch of salted egg yolk, smacked his mouth and got up, wiped his hand on his buttocks casually twice, and said casually while going out:

"If it's simple, it's simple, as long as one of you and me sacrifices it?"

Chonglou's back as he sat at the table suddenly stiffened.

……

Zhongtong door.

In the side hall, four candles burn under the statue of the enshrined deity.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the candles swayed together, but the candle on the far right was extinguished after a tremble!

"Third Elder!"

The faces of the people in the middle passage changed drastically, staring at the candle on the far right, which was already only curling white smoke.

Wu Yong...... He's dead? ”

Behind the people in the middle passage, the faces of the two of them also changed, and they said in disbelief.

Although the two of them usually don't deal with Wu Yong, they are still surprised to see his life disappear at this time.

What's more, didn't he just go to that little Qingguan to kill the little Taoist? How can such a simple thing be ...... Gone and gone?

You never know if being on the same side with someone is the last one.

"Little Qingguan...... Little Taoist ......"

The face of the person in the middle passage was pale, and the dust in his hands trembled slightly.

Just pre-seizure.

I heard a voice come slowly.

"So that's what you're capable of?"

"It's funny."