Yu Youwei held a plate of freshly made osmanthus cakes, stood a little away, and asked, "Childe, don't you want to comfort Xu Fengnian?" ”

Jing Zhou pinched a piece of osmanthus cake and put it in his mouth, and said, "Don't go, won't it be a waste of the osmanthus cake you cooked with all your heart?" Soft and moisturizing, smooth to swallow, delicious, no wonder Wu Meiniang grows meat all day long. ”

got a word of praise from the son, and Yu Youwei bowed her head slightly.

After eating another piece of pastry, Jing Zhou smiled and said, "Your body has plumped up a lot recently, why don't you warm up the bed for your son tonight?" ”

Yu Youwei, who had been an Oiran but had never seen a man's body, was stunned for a moment, and then shook her head with a red face.

Jing Zhou teased: "It's not that I haven't seen it, what's so embarrassing?" ”

The shy and angry Yu Youwei stomped her foot and said angrily, "When have you seen it?" ”

Jing Zhou looked up at the sky and said: "There is clothes in the eyes, but there are no clothes in the heart." ”

In a moment, Yu Youwei fled with the pastry.

On this day, on the Little Lotus Peak, there is a half-human-high bronze Dan furnace.

For Wudang Mountain, where the number of pilgrims is small, and even the toes can be counted, this large furnace cast in bronze is a treasure on the mountain.

On weekdays, he is the owner of this stove, and Song Zhiming, who is the best at practicing Dan in Wudang Mountain, is reluctant to use it.

Today, he was borrowed by a little Taoist priest who was thinking about the second follow-up of "The History of the Golden Bottle" and opened the furnace for alchemy.

There was charcoal and sulfur piled at the bottom of the furnace, and the little Taoist priest held a fan, carefully controlling the fire.

Jing Zhou had seen Xu Fu's alchemy, and he had also seen the alchemy of the Yin and Yang family, and he was quite familiar with this set of processes. It's just that Xu Fulian's Dan is mostly an outer Dan, but the little Taoist priest in front of him is unique in alchemy, reconciling yin and yang, integrating the five elements, and communicating inside and outside.

Alchemy is like cultivating the Tao, paying attention to understanding and talent, otherwise it is just a waste of wealth and power, there are many Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain, but there are few who may be alchemist. And although this little Taoist priest is idle, reading forbidden books every day, he is the first person to make alchemy on the mountain, and the alchemy method of "Participating in the Deed" in his hand is realized by this little Taoist priest himself.

The 4,000-word secret book directly points to the supreme avenue, not only to teach people to alchemy, but also to make people understand the way of heaven.

"It is worthy of being the reincarnation of Lu Zu, no wonder this Taoist priest once became enlightened and stepped into the heavens. Where is this to see the mountains and waters, it is clearly to see the operation of heaven and earth, and to see the nature of the avenue. After reading "The Deed", Jing Zhou sighed secretly, and looked at the little Taoist alchemy.

When the furnace was opened, there was no golden light, and there was no vision from the sky, just a few ordinary wisps of white smoke.

Seven golden pills were lying in the furnace, and the little Taoist priest's sweaty face showed a smug smile, and then his eyes looked around, confirming that His Royal Highness the unscrupulous prince was not nearby, and asked softly: "Childe, Xiaodao has finished refining this pill, and the book..."

Jing Zhou groped out a blue book from his arms and threw it over, this time he also changed the title of the book to "Taixuan Induction Chapter" very intimately, the little Taoist priest opened it and only read one page, and then numbly took the book into his arms, and then opened the furnace to practice the second furnace Danlai, and at the same time secretly sighed Gongzi Gaoyi, otherwise he would have to secretly tear the cover of the Taoist Sutra at night.

It's just that what to do with those Taoist scriptures without covers has become a difficult matter.

After all, Wudang Mountain is poor, and every Taoist scripture is recorded.

It is hard to be a man, it is hard to be a Taoist, and it is even more bitter to be a Taoist priest next to an unscrupulous son. Originally, the little Taoist priest still had two strange books in his hand that he read day and night, but since he was seen by Xu Fengnian, the two "History of the Golden Bottle" and "The History of the Golden Bottle", which he had read more than ten times and still couldn't get enough, fell into Xu Fengnian's hands.

Jing Zhou looked at the freshly baked golden pill, it was unremarkable, the medicinal fragrance was restrained, and there was not even a Dan pattern, at first glance, it looked like it was made of flour, but he felt it with his divine sense, but he could find that there was a vitality in the elixir. The method practiced by Inner Dan and Outer Dan together was really different, but he underestimated Hong Xixiang.

A hundred years ago, Longhu Mountain produced a Dan Taoist Ge Hong, wrote a book "Tai Chi Jin Dan", regarded the outer Dan as the left side of the door, and strongly admired the inner Dan cultivation method, at this time compared with the alchemy method of this little Taoist priest, but it also went to the extreme.

In Hong Xixiang's previous life, Qi Xuanzhen, he could practice the golden pill of the living dead, otherwise Li Chungang would not have held the green robe and went to the Longhu Mountain Demon Slaying Platform to ask for Dan, but Hong Xixiang in this life is stronger than Qi Xuanzhen. According to Hong Xixiang's talent, if this kid didn't fly to the army for Xu Yanhu, it wouldn't be long before the reputation of the first person in the world would fall on the head of this little Taoist.

After a few more glances at the golden pill refined by the little Taoist, Jing Zhou threw it casually, and the golden pill fell into the mouth of the tiger, and it was crunchy when he bit it.

About Mo Jindan tasted good, Hu Kui snorted, shook his head, like a half-drunk person, squinted on the ground again, half-asleep and digested the power of the pill.

Seeing that Hu Kui swallowed seven golden pills in a row, Hong Xixiang felt distressed for a while, this alchemy is not difficult, it is rare to be a medicinal material for alchemy.

Seven gold pills, if this is exchanged for sesame oil money, Wudang Mountain will welcome pilgrims for two or three years.

Since that day, Princess Sui Zhu cried down the mountain, and two days later, Wang Chonglou passed the rhubarb court to Xu Fengnian.

In the past few days, Xu Fengnian has often practiced in the White Elephant Pond, in order to keep the rhubarb court in his body.

It's just that after holding back underwater for a long time, Xu Fengnian jumped up from the bottom of the lake, after all, he only practiced some dead moves, and the mountain ghost also told him that the moves are dead, people are alive, and if you want to turn the dead into alive, you can't just practice hard by yourself.

There was no rhubarb court before, he didn't think he could hold the mountain ghost half a move, but now that he has a foundation, it is still the foundation of the two fingers that break the foundation of the river and the half immortal king Chonglou, and he can't use up all his strength, he estimates that he can catch the mountain ghost in one and a half moves.

How can it be said that Wang Chonglou is also the top master in the world, even if he is not the opponent of the mountain ghost, it should not be a problem to fight dozens of moves, even if Da Huang Ting only has one percent left when he arrives here, it is more than enough to take one and a half moves.

As for Jiang Ni, who had just learned the sword, he was automatically ignored by him, after all, he was not familiar with this big rhubarb court, if he didn't handle it with a knife, he would hurt the little clay man, but the mountain ghost obviously didn't have this concern, and he could recruit him to cut to death.

Thinking about it, Xu Fengnian picked up the knife and walked to the other end of the purple bamboo forest.

The weather is refreshing and warm, it is a good day to practice knives, seeing Jing Zhou, Xu Fengnian got straight to the point, didn't say a word of nonsense, except for using two lame knife flowers, and greeted two words that made the little Taoist tremble, but the knife was just out of the sheath, and was kicked out by Jing Zhou.

Can you not kick this kid, you usually scare the little Taoist who rides the bull, and now the little Taoist is helping him to make alchemy!

The little Taoist priest's heart was shocked, this kick was solid, and he was stunned to kick the prince more than ten feet, even if there was a rhubarb court to protect the body, His Royal Highness the prince's already bad waist couldn't hurt for a few days and nights.

The book says that thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger, and fifty can absorb soil when sitting on the ground.

Suddenly, the little Taoist priest thought of the chilling words in "The History of the Golden Bottle": "Da Lang, it's time to take medicine." ”

Will there be "Shizi, it's time to take medicine" in the future?

Xu Fengnian got up from the ground, rubbed his waist and shouted: "Your uncle's mountain ghost, you don't hit people in the face, you don't kick people in the waist, you don't understand this point of the truth of the rivers and lakes?" ”

Jing Zhou looked at Xu Fengnian, who rubbed his waist and shouted pain, and said: "I'm blind and blind, although Wang Chonglou has passed on a lot of skills to you, in your hands, I can't even use half a point, and I only used less than two points of strength for this kick." ”

"Your bones are far worse than your brother Xu Longxiang. Born in the King Kong Realm, wearing heavy armor and holding a spear, he is a general of thousands of armies. ”

Referring to Xu Longxiang, Jing Zhou remembered Zhao Xi's vein again, there is a book of "Big Dream Spring and Autumn", this exercise is not worse than the rhubarb court created by the Taoist ancestor "one gas and three clears" allusion.

Sleep for three years, change in three years, "Big Dream Spring and Autumn" is practiced to the depths, even if you sleep a nail and directly feather and ascend to the immortal, it is not impossible.

Originally, Xu Fengnian wanted to refute a few words, but when he heard that it was compared to Xu Longxiang, he nodded and agreed: "It's not as good as Huang Man'er." ”

Xu Fengnian picked up the knife that fell to the ground, recalling the charm of the mountain ghost's kick just now, and the foot fell on his waist, but his limbs were like lightning strikes, and he didn't even have the strength to hold the knife.

The same is a kick, and the most he can do is kick people away.

I thought that I had won the Rhubarb Court, and even a stone wall could be easily cut off with a knife, and I could hold up half a move under the hands of the mountain ghost, but now I can't even catch the mountain ghost with two points of strength, which makes His Royal Highness the Prince of the World have a feeling of sitting in a well and watching the sky, why is this master so high!

How tall does the one on Emperor Wu City have to be?

With a roll of his eyes, Xu Fengnian picked up the knife and stepped forward, with a flattering tone: "Mountain ghost, why don't you teach me two tricks too?" In the future, you will walk the rivers and lakes, beat people with the kung fu you taught, and shout out, you will also have face, right? Listen, Xu Fengnian, the son of Beiliang, has a sword learned from the mountain ghost, please Wang Xianzhi go out of the city to face the battle, how domineering! ”

"Didn't Wang Chonglou pass on your "Green Water Jiazi Pavilion Sword Washing Record"? This swordsmanship isn't enough for you to practice? Jing Zhou turned around and looked at the little Taoist alchemy again.

Xu Fengnian sat down on the side, touched the back of the knife and said: "I think that practicing martial arts is the same as learning to play chess. Although there are many cheats in the Beiliang Palace, most of them are mediocre, and it is enough to deal with ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, but when it is used to deal with Wang Xianzhi, I may not be able to defeat that old monster in my life. ”

In the past, I always felt that it was not good to listen to the slaves who guarded the pavilion in the court, but now when I look at it again, it turns out to be a group of people who can't even be called masters.

Since he got the Great Yellow Court, he has become more and more aware of the mystery of the nine swords left by Lao Huang, but the more this is the case, the more he has no bottom in his heart about the old monster in Emperor Martial City, but Emperor Wu City always has to go, and Lao Huang's sword box has to be taken back.

I have something to worry about in my heart, and I always want to support myself, otherwise, I really have to rely on life, and when Wang Xianzhi's old puppet dies, he Xu Fengnian will go to demolish Emperor Wu City again.

The little Taoist priest didn't dare to interject, for fear of being slapped in the face and hitting the bird, in fact, he still wanted to make a sycophant, and the qualifications of the prince were still good.

Seeing that Jingzhou didn't speak, Xu Fengnian said to himself again: "Xu Xiao, this bastard always brags to me about how thick his family foundation is, what Fengnian, officials below the third grade can be beaten casually, and it doesn't matter if the dead people above the third grade are killed, even if you poke the sky down, your father will support you, and before the co-authorship, he bullied the ignorance of this son." ”

"In addition to the 350,000 iron horses, what else does Beiliang have? Master? Fuck the master! ”

"Lao Huang and the white-haired Lao Kui are masters, but they are not in the Beiliang Palace, there are still masters in this palace who can make this son toss? No matter how powerful the Beiliang Iron Cavalry is, he can't lead the Iron Cavalry to set foot on Emperor Wu City, and when this son goes back, he doesn't beat Xu Xiao with a stick for two days, this account is not over! ”

The little Taoist priest was chilled when he heard this, and silently felt sorry for the terrifying Dazhuguo who was in the limelight outside, and he was beaten by the prince for two days, and he really couldn't get out of bed.

Jing Zhou thought for a while and said with a smile: "It's called Hua Xu, you really have a master in Beiliang Palace." ”

Xu Fengnian's spirits perked up, and he didn't care about scolding Xu Xiao, and asked: "How tall is it, how does it compare with the top ten masters in the world?" ”

Jing Zhou said twice, and said disdainfully: "The top ten masters in the world, except for Wang Xianzhi and Cao Changqing, the remaining few together are not qualified to lift shoes for him, do you say that they are high." ”

Xu Fengnian, who had no reason, felt ridiculous, how could there be such a person in this world, and he was still in the Beiliang Palace?

Wang Xianzhi didn't say it, even if it was Cao Changqing, he was a person who could enter the palace several times, even the dragon chair had nothing to do with Cao Changqing, Xu Xiao could make ninety percent of the people in the world willing to work hard, but Wang Xianzhi, Cao Changqing and others were obviously not among the nine adults.

Xu Fengnian said angrily: "You won't be blowing again, right?" ”

Jing Zhou glanced at Xu Fengnian, how could he not know what this guy was thinking, and said: "The top ten masters in the world are not masters, among the three sects, there are countless capable people, but which master can look down on this martial arts ranking?" ”

"After Wang Chonglou practiced into the Rhubarb Court, his strength was not much worse than those on the martial arts list. Several heavenly masters in Longhu Mountain, Confucian saints, as well as the monks of the two Zen Temples and Landa Mountain, some of them even Cao Changqing found tricky. ”

"Besides, how many hidden masters are there in the three religions in the world? If an old guy pops up casually, maybe Wang Xianzhi won't be able to catch it, otherwise why do you think Wang Xianzhi has always regarded himself as the second in the world? Qi Xuanzhen, who slaughtered the Demon Sect protector by himself back then, was no worse than Wang Xianzhi, and the two of them really had to compare with each other, maybe the number one position in the world would not be vacant. ”

"Don't talk about it far away, just the Taoist priest in Wudang Mountain who doesn't open his mouth to practice swords, he's bad? You kid can't even catch that Taoist sword. In particular, the two religions of Buddhism and Taoism are born into the world, and they practice the law of birth, do not respect the level of force, and do not compete with the martial artists of the rivers and lakes for fame. ”

Xu Fengnian understood, blurted out: "That master of the Beiliang Palace, is a member of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism? ”

Because the princess Wu Su believes in Buddhism, Beiliang has always been tolerant of Buddhism, maybe there is a big monk hidden in the palace of Beiliang.

Xu Fengnian vaguely felt that he had guessed the answer.

"Self-made smart, except for Wudang Mountain, it is a last resort in Beiliang, which of the two Buddhists dares to be a little involved with Beiliang?" Jing Zhou replied to Xu Fengnian, and sighed again: "So your father has really saved a solid family foundation for you, as long as you don't die by yourself, it will be difficult to die." ”

"Listen to the old guy under the tide pavilion, don't talk about any masters, those masters in your eyes add up, and they may not be able to catch this old guy's sword."

"If you can invite this old monster out from under the Tingchao Pavilion and learn two tricks from him, it will be thousands of times stronger than you practice blindly here."

Of course, after inviting Li Chungang out, this old guy will teach Xu Fengnian swordsmanship in a short period of time, but it has nothing to do with him.

Compared with Jiang Ni, Xu Fengnian is really not the material for sword practice.

Xu Fengnian squinted and asked, "Then you tell me first, how is this old guy compared to the old guy in Martial Emperor City?" ”

Jing Zhou said softly: "Fifty years ago, Wang Xianzhi of Emperor Wu City was not the opponent of that old guy, fifty years later, this old guy painted the ground as a prison in the Beiliang Palace, which is inferior to Wang Xianzhi, if you can get him out of prison, the two of them are almost the same." ”

Xu Fengnian patted his ass and stood up from the ground, and said arrogantly: "Let's go back to Beiliang Palace!" ”

can be inseparable from Wang Xianzhi, then he Xu Fengnian will go to poke a hole in Emperor Wu City.

As for whether he can get that old guy out of prison, His Royal Highness the Prince, who has always believed that demons can dance around in bed and live under the bed, has never doubted his ability.