Jiang Li's consciousness fell on the shore of the lake, and when he looked around, his face suddenly showed a look of great surprise.

The cliff in the distance was originally the boundary of this world, and now it can be seen in its entirety, and it turns out that the back is actually a small mountain, the mountain is lush and green, only this side seems to have been cut by a knife, and the mountains and rocks are as if they were ghostly and magical. Further afield, there is a low valley, a dense jungle overgrown with dense weeds, slender vines emerging from the weeds, climbing around the trunks, and a few pink and white flowers blooming in the shade of the foliage.

Xiao Feijian looked at this hillbilly with satisfaction and showed an extremely shocked look, circled in the air a few times before falling, and asked proudly, "How?" ”

Just the luck on the lottery holder can evolve such a large piece of heaven and earth in the sea of knowledge, how else can it be said? Even though all this was so vividly presented in front of him, Jiang Li still didn't dare to fully believe his eyes, he swallowed his saliva extremely hard, and then he sighed hoarsely in a voice that was easy to suppress, "This is much faster than normal cultivation!" ”

He has been practicing hard day and night, and he can only rely on water grinding kung fu to expand his knowledge bit by bit, how can he ever see such a rapid progress of thousands of miles a day. If it goes on like this, wouldn't it be a few months before he could properly dominate the Sword Pavilion, punch Uncle Cat, beat the Seven Elders with his feet, and then sit and wait to ascend to the Immortal Realm?

Seeing Jiang Li's stunned expression and stupid expression, Xiao Feijian looked extremely satisfied. In life, you always have to pursue a little bit of it, although Uncle Cat is so innocent, but when he thinks about beating Qiqi's fierce woman, Xiaojian Lingling just thinks about it, and he feels full of energy.

It walked around in front of Jiang Li, fluttered twice, and muttered with encouragement, "Yes, it's that fast." ”

Jiang Li was startled by the sudden scream in his heart, and before he could say a word, he heard Xiao Feijian say with anticipation, "So next, our goal is ......"

It paused for a moment, then announced in an extremely high-pitched voice, "Get enough treasures related to the luck of creation!" Exceed! Many! Exceed! Good!! ”

Not far away, the seedlings on the top of the slope worked hard to wave a new young leaf, waving in the wind, nodding frequently in agreement.

Jiang Li was dumbfounded, thinking that this dwarf seedling was pure in nature, and it was really that he had been with the little sword spirit for a long time, and the words of the black man who were close to the ink were not wrong at all.

It's just that his own realm goes on like this, and he is afraid that he will immediately break through the shackles of the five grades, Jiang Li carefully felt the feeling of being full of desire to break in the sea of lower knowledge, and couldn't help but ask with some worry, "It's just that relying on external forces to improve cultivation is so much, I'm afraid that the unfavorable realm is stable, and it is difficult to call it complete. ”

"You are not as rebellious as Cao Ru, you would rather press the realm than pursue perfection. As far as your qualifications are concerned, if every product requires a small consummation, I am afraid that I will not be able to reach the Yuanying Realm in this life, let alone see any demons. The little sword spirit sneered unabashedly, and laughed for a while, but he felt that something was wrong, worried that Jiang Li would be too hit, so he stopped, pointed to the little seedling dancing proudly, and said with relief, "With this world to help you refine and transform the essence, what else do you have to worry about." ”

"Not to mention that I, a little tree brother, still have the ability to slowly digest the Dao Meaning Law contained in it and transform it into a part of this world." Xiao Feijian flew to the side of the little seedling, rubbing and rubbing it very enthusiastically, and then pointed to the newborn young leaf, and said with a proud look, "See, this is my little tree brother's ability, in the future, I will help one or two, and it is not impossible to bear a Dao fruit." ”

The branches of the tree are bent and drooping, and the leaves are automatic without wind, and the sword body rustles with a light flick, and it looks extremely proud and happy.

Jiang Li looked at this sworn enemy who had a feud not long ago because of stealing food, and now he was a brother, and he was so good that he was wearing a pair of pants, and he couldn't help but be surprised. Seeing that this sword and a tree were so determined, it was not like a lie, so my heart settled down a little, and those thoughts in my heart became a little warmer, and I just sighed, "But these treasures are not easy to come by." ”

Naturally, it is not easy, otherwise where will the wealth come from and seek it in danger.

One person and one sword glanced at each other, their eyes were full of light, and they only hated to swear by high-fives under the tree.

Xiao Feijian couldn't help but be very satisfied when he saw Jiang Li being so motivated. Thinking of Li Xinglin's words when he woke up Li Chengyang, he couldn't help but shake his head and say, "Good man, what kind of ability is cultivating all day, but even if you don't have the ability, have you seen the treasures of luck?" ”

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At night, the wind in the valley will gradually calm down.

Small bugs are whispering in the bushes and grass, and the occasional critter of small animals is playing games. One or two nightbird cries echoed deep in the trees, followed by silence. The moon buds on the clouds appear on time, just like every day since ancient times. It's just that the size and angle of each day are slightly skewed, and only those who are proficient in the astronomical calendar can know the rules, or peek into some secrets that are not known to the world.

The old Taoist chief of the Taoist temple was wearing a single coat and standing by the stone bench in front of the apse, he did not look up at the moon, but looked at the brightest star in the southeast with his eyes slightly squinted.

The moon shines on Tsing Yi, which looks particularly cold.

Xu Mi tightened his shirt. He had long been accustomed to changing out of his thick robe after the beginning of spring, but today he didn't know why, and he was a little chilly.

"Old Daoist, I've been watching it for an hour, the spring is cold to the bone, it's better to come in and roast the fire together."

A deep voice came from the Dan room in the apse, with a strong Mobei grassland accent.

Xu Mi didn't reply, just looked at the sky and was silent. Even if he heard the voice behind him urging again, he was not willing to take his eyes away, but said angrily, "Paint your picture well, if there is one missing, I will break your dog's legs." ”

"Yo, it's all frozen like this, and the fire is still so big." The one in the Danfang didn't appreciate it, but he didn't insist anymore, but just muttered a few words in a low voice in Mobei dialect, listening to the tone, it was not a good word.

Xu Mi didn't understand, so he just didn't hear it, and he was happy to be quiet. He watched from afar as the star, which was not supposed to be so bright, appeared in the southerly direction, and thought of the young man's face in the morning, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. Because of what happened in the morning, his mood was extremely low all day, and there was still a trace of worry and panic that came from nowhere. It wasn't until the evening that it gradually calmed down, and then I slowly recalled the lottery that the boy had drawn out in the morning.

Affinity with my Daomen?

I'm afraid it's just a bad fate!

Before I had time to follow up on this clue and deduce it in detail, the bamboo stick actually exploded?

Xu Mi relied on his outstanding memory to try to recall the changes in the moment before the signing was destroyed, and his face showed a slightly confused expression, thinking that since it seemed to be beneficial to the Dao Gate, why did that star fall outside the Nantian Dao and shine alone?

"Old Taoist, you're stunned." The voice in the Danfang was extremely depressed, and the urn said angrily, "Isn't it just a broken stick, it's a rare treasure." Besides, what's the matter with Lao Tzu, if you hadn't brought me back, I wouldn't know where to go to live happily now. ”

Xu Mi sighed slightly, glanced at the sky, and then hung the dust on his elbow, rubbed his cold hands vigorously, and turned around and walked slowly into the Dan room.

The inside of the Dan room was obviously much warmer than the outside, and the heavy roof of the Dan furnace was randomly placed in the corner. Some charcoal wood was thrown in the furnace, crackling and burning, and it was used as a temporary tool for baking the fire. The Taoist priest sitting on the futon on the side was bent on his back, scolding and scolding, and painting hard. His body was covered with ink stains and paint, and he could no longer see the original color of his clothes, and even his hair bun and beard were glued with various colors of oil mud, which looked extremely sloppy.

Xu Mi has lived most of his life, and he has never seen or thought that there would be a painter who writes so quickly. The finished drawings were placed on the ground haphazardly, and now they were almost half of the room.

Xu Mi Daochang carefully walked through those sketches, and saw all the way that although these paintings were made in a hurry, they were just right, whether it was flowers, birds, people and beasts, they were all lifelike on the paper, and he finally felt a little comfort in his heart, thinking that he would stop his losses in time, not only because of blood loss.

At this moment, when he heard that the fireworker was still humming and chirping, Xu Mi couldn't help but blow his beard and stare at him, stretched out a slap and shook it, and scolded, "Blind dog-eyed thing, what is called a broken stick!" Lao Dao tells you that in the entire Dao Gate, such a broken lot will not exceed this number. ”

Speaking of emotion, Xu Mi lowered his eyebrows and drooped his eyes, and squeezed down two lines of turbid tears, which meandered and flowed in the wrinkles of his face. Seeing that the fire worker was frightened, the brush in his hand shook, and when he hurriedly looked down, he saw that there was already a little cinnabar-colored paint in the center of the picture.

The fire worker Taoist lifted his pen in the air and lamented, "I always thought that I was most afraid of seeing women crying, but I never wanted to live for most of my life, but I found that you, the old Taoist, cried even more terrifyingly." ”

"Don't cry, don't cry, it's a big deal that I won't sleep anymore, I'll give you a few more." The fireworker buried his head, just thought about it for a while, and then kept writing, and with a few strokes, he outlined the cinnabar-colored dot into a red-haired ghost, and depicted a ghost hunter with a peach sword on it, with a righteous and awe-inspiring face and a sympathetic face.

What a picture of a heavenly master and a Taoist catching ghosts.

Xu Midao wiped the old tears, and did not forget to peek at the drawing paper, seeing that this almost half-abandoned manuscript turned decay into magic, he couldn't help but be amazed, and thought about asking for some cheap out of thin air, and even showed a rare smile on his face, but then he thought of how to make up for today's losses, and couldn't help but feel sad again, dragged a futon and sat on the ground and beat his chest.

"You who killed a thousand knives, I was really miserable by you."