Deng Chanyu and her own girl were chatting about the interesting things after a farewell in Nanjun.

Tens of thousands of miles away in Jialong Mountain, in Feiyun Cave.

Tuxingsun returned to the cave alone, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

According to his self-thought, he has been practicing for a hundred years, and he has long been an immortal, Deng Chanyu is still some distance away from becoming an immortal, not that the disciples of the saint will definitely be able to become immortals, many highly qualified, handsome and good-looking may not be able to become immortals, he is a little shorter, but he is a real immortal, and it is no problem to match Deng Chanyu.

Now everyone says he is unworthy, which makes Tuxingsun extremely annoyed.

Afraid of Liusun felt that he was reckless and couldn't see the situation clearly, in fact, this judgment was not accurate, Tuxingsun, as a short man, was extremely sensitive to the eyes of strangers.

When he first saw him, he noticed that the White Crane Boy had a very faint hostility towards himself, he didn't know that this hostility came from the Bird Clan, if he was honest and respectful, the White Crane Boy would not seize this matter to make a fuss, and the Bird Clan was how much Yuan was before the meeting? It's been so long since the white crane himself almost forgotten it.

However, Tuxingsun didn't know about the grievances here, but simply thought that the other party looked down on him as a short man, and then he chose a relatively fierce way to deal with it, completely offending the white crane boy.

Afraid of leaving his grandson to let him go back to the mountain to practice hard, he really listened to this, and now he has nothing to do, what can he do if he doesn't cultivate?

Less than an hour after he returned to the Feiyun Cave of Jialong Mountain, an immortal came to visit.

The one who came was also a disciple of the three generations of expounding the teaching, and a disciple who followed the Yuwu Cave Road of Jinting Mountain to learn the art of Tianzun, Wei Hu.

Wei Hu is tall and burly, dignified, not smiling, just standing there, there is an aura of not being angry and arrogant.

His personal strength is also extremely strong, he is Li Jing, Jin Zha, Mu Zha, Nezha father and son, Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi, the seventh to escape the catastrophe of the gods alive, and use the body to cultivate the immortal position of the three generations of disciples.

Wei Hu was wearing a helmet and armor, holding a demon pestle, standing outside the Feiyun Cave, he did not look like a monk, but like a fierce general who crisscrossed the battlefield.

"Who is this senior brother......?" As soon as Tuxing Sun saw the tall man, his momentum couldn't help but weaken by three points.

Wei Hu made a Taoist salute: "Wei Hu has seen his junior brother, the foolish brother is from the Yuwu Cave of Jinting Mountain, and the master is the Taoist Tianzun." ”

Tuxing Sun was confused, you are from Jinting Mountain, what are you doing in my Feilong Mountain?

Wei Hu said expressionlessly: "Senior Brother Baihe sent a message, saying that he was afraid that Senior Uncle Sun would be left in the Jade Void Palace to practice by the master in charge, and he was worried that his junior brother's homework would not be taught, so he specially sent Brother Yu to supervise one or two. ”

Tuxingsun's face suddenly became ugly, I cultivate my own way, do I need you to "supervise"? I didn't know you before today.

But looking at Wei Hu's arm that was thicker than his waist, it was shining, as if there was a demon pestle weighing tens of thousands of catties, he really didn't dare to refuse.

"If there is nothing important for the junior brother, then let's start here." Wei Hu said categorically.

His words were so hard that there was no room for compromise.

"Dare to ask the junior brother, 'born to kill, the principle of the Tao is also', what is the meaning of this?"

Tuxing Sun has been cultivating for a hundred years, and has been practicing the art of hard practice, and these pure scriptures and righteous things were returned to the fearful grandson eighty years ago, and at this time he replied hesitantly: "It should be, that is, what happened in the world...... Well? Do they all have fixed rules and ways of operation? ”

Wei Hu frowned, waited for a while, and saw that Tuxingsun had nothing to add, so he said: "Senior brother, remember that Master Guangchengzi has commented on this sentence, 'The machine is out of the heart, such as the birth of the sky, such as the killing of the sky, then the living claim to have their life, and the dead claim to have their death. Killing here is not killing in the usual sense, but a supplement to the Heavenly Dao, which is to make up for what is lacking. ”

Wei Hu asked three questions in a row.

Tuxingsun answered all three questions poorly, and one of them was even more wrong.

Wei Hu can survive the Great Tribulation of the Gods, his IQ, EQ, qualifications, and fortune are not low, and he knows that the White Crane Boy has his own careful thoughts, but he still came.

He has a bottom line in his heart, as an early initiation of the three generations of disciples, he does have the responsibility of urging his junior disciples to practice.

He thinks he has a clear conscience and can do it.

If Tuxingsun answers like a stream, he turns his head and leaves, you Baihe boy can't force me to give up the most basic ethics, if Tuxingsun answers badly, or even badly, then you can push the boat down the river, anyway, Baihe asked me to come! Right?

He asked sharply: "Senior brother's cultivation is too slack, these are the basic scriptures I teach, why don't you study hard?" ”

Tuxingsun looked up at him and sneered: "The foolish brother has dull qualifications, so don't bother the senior brother, it's getting late, the senior brother should go back to Jinting Mountain." ”

Wei Hu picked up the demon slaying pestle that was standing aside and raised it above his head.

Tuxingsun was stunned, what are you doing here? We're in the same door!

Wei Hu's expression was very serious, not like he was joking with himself, he chose the thirty-six plan as the upper plan, and as soon as he lowered his head, he was ready to drill into the soil.

Pointing to the ground into a steel talisman is not a rare talisman paper, the white crane boy follows Yuan Shi Tianzun every day, and there are a lot of good things in his hand, and he also gave Wei Hu a copy before.

Wei Hu didn't say a word, he directly sacrificed the talisman paper, and Tu Xingsun drilled into the soil again, and hit the ground with his forehead with a "DuangDuang" sound, as if the ground was separated from his previous layer of glass, no matter how he pinched it, he couldn't get in.

With the next breath, Wei Hu's demon slaying pestle landed straight on his shoulder.

With a "click", Tuxingsun's face turned pale, and he felt that a mountain had smashed heavily on him, his shoulders were shattered, and half of his body was unconscious.

Wei Hu put away the demon pestle and said, "This pestle is to hope that the junior brother will remember that my generation of monks should be like a boat sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat." Afraid that Uncle Sun will not be on the mountain, the junior brother should not mistake the root because of playfulness and leave. ”

He walked away very freely, Tuxingsun was covered in blood, it took a long time to get up, his arm was reset, the broken bones of his shoulder were taken out one by one, the muscles were alive and bloody, and he tossed for more than an hour, and around the evening, another guest came to Jialong Mountain.

This time it was Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun's disciple, Jin Zha.

Jin Zha's moral bottom line is the same as that of his father Li Jing, he is relatively flexible, and without saying a word, he played the banner of "good for his junior brother", and did not wait for Tuxing Sun to escape, and directly sacrificed the magic weapon borrowed from the master, the dragon pile.

Upper, middle and lower, three golden rings locked Tuxingsun firmly, and then Jin Zha took out the whip.

Crackling, thirty lashes.

He left a sentence of "junior brother, don't live up to the ardent expectations of the senior brothers", and put away the magic weapon in a big way.