Entering the room with the sunlight, Ning Caichen looked at the newly tidied side room and put on his clothes.

He was really helpless, because that Mr. Li Luo felt that he was very lonely by Yan Daochang's training, so he pulled him up.

What sit-ups, push-ups, running in circles..... It's all done to him, and he is not light in torture.

And this Mr. Li Luo is good at reading, but he doesn't seek to understand.

But even though he's a weirdo, he's also a wonderful person.

With this period of time, Ning Caichen felt that his physique was getting stronger and stronger, and his memory was better.

Walking out of the door, Ning Caichen saw Li Luo and Yan Chixia meditating against the rising sun, but at this moment, Li Luo was facing the rising sun, but he looked sacred and solemn, and there seemed to be a halo around his body.

The body is transforming, the physique is improving, the flesh shell is flashing, and Li Luo's daily step-by-step practice belongs to the water mill.

In the early stage of the Heaven Covering Cultivation Method, what was needed was sufficient resources, but this world was different, and it paid more attention to divine thoughts and primordial spirits.

After communicating with Yan Chixia, different ways and principles are intertwined, and Yan Chixia also has some understanding.

With the joint efforts of the two of them, those small spells that originally covered the sky were also analyzed and shared, making up for Yan Chixia's dilemma of only having ultimate and killing moves.

Today's Li Luo and Yan Chixia can be said to be a Taoist couple, and it is not an exaggeration.

After all, the two of them are actually wild roads, and they belong to the kind of road that is cut off from the front.

"Your method is too domineering, and the plundering of spiritual energy is too much, which hurts the heavens and the peace." Yan Chixia said. "But the strength of the physical body, the solidity of the divine mind, like pure gold, the potential is almost terrifying."

The physique of the Heaven Covering Man was specially created by an immortal emperor in order to fight against the great enemy, and it can be said that each of them is comparable to the first generation of the ancient times, and the potential is endless.

"But the difficulty of breaking through this method is also terrifying, and I have a catastrophe of life and death." Li Luo smiled bitterly.

Covering the sky and being an iron man, cultivating Brother Pingtou, and wanting to upgrade without fighting, that is impossible.

"I pity you, but your calm and indifferent temperament has cultivated such a domineering Fa." Yan Chixia was helpless.

"Two Dao Leaders, morning!" Ning Caichen had already finished his morning run according to Li Luo's request, picked up the book, and was about to read it in the morning.

"Well, morning, scholar." Yan Chixia replied.

"Don't forget that this afternoon, you have me for a brush lesson." Li Luo said.

Make the best use of things, private tutor, of course, Ning Caichen is not without gains, his life is taken care of by female ghosts,

"Naturally, I dare not forget."

After saying hello, the three of them went their own way.

Yan Chixia danced the sword every morning, while Li Luo carried the utensils to pick up the corpses, cut down trees to make coffins, and then buried them in the earth. As for Ning Caichen, he continued to study hard and prepare for next year's imperial examination.

"Nan~None, Amitaba Night, Dortagada Night, Dordi Night, Dori Night, Dori Night, ......"

In the misty mountain forest, Li Luosong, who was wearing a long robe with a hairpin and a long robe, sang the mantra of death, collected the bones, and put them in his back basket, chic and free.

In fact, Li Luo wanted to burn it at the beginning, but in this world, unless it goes through a special ceremony, burning the bones will largely scatter the soul, so Li Luo didn't burn it.

As for why a Taoist priest recites Buddhist scriptures, there is no way, the Sutra is too long, or the Great Compassion Mantra and the Mantra of Death are easy to memorize, and they are also compiled into songs.

"This kid's death curse, how can there be a killing intent, which monk is this? Could it be against you, grandma, and me? Listening to the echoing singing in the mountains and forests, the tree demon felt like a murderous monk as if she was about to cut herself off immediately.

And the sound of this bastard boy sawing wood is like a bandit's extortion letter.

It turned out that the tree demon grandma secretly grew out at night every time after Li Luo cut it, but then gave up because it was endless.

"Xiaoqian, how is your seducing of scholars?" The tree demon grandma called Xiao Qian and asked.

"Grandma, it's not that I don't work hard, it's the scholar ....."

Syllable!

But before Xiao Qian finished speaking, she was slapped out by the tree demon grandmother.

"I don't need a reason, if you can't do it, I'll give you to Lord Montenegro, understand?! Xiao Qian! ”

At this moment, because of the recent poor performance of Lanruo Temple, the tree demon grandmother has completely shown her side of eating meat and drinking blood as a capitalist, and several female ghosts have been sucked dry of yin qi.

Xiao Qian was uneasy and hurriedly kowtowed.

"Xiao Qian understands, Xiao Qian understands...... Act tonight, act now. ”

The Dryad's eyes are deep, and it is useless to eat yin qi alone, but it is still useful for human flesh and blood.

Since that shameless human came to Lanruo Temple, the performance of Lanruo Temple Technical School has dropped significantly.

Good boy, sweeping the yellow swept to your grandma, do you really think grandma is muddy?

As the top brand under the seat of the tree demon grandma, Nie Xiaoqian is by no means comparable to other female ghosts, although the other female ghosts are beautiful, they are extremely gaudy, just like the female Internet celebrities in the live broadcast room.

But Nie Xiaoqian is a beautiful lady raised by a scholarly family, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has a temperament that I see pity.

For those ordinary female ghosts, it is simply a dimensionality reduction blow, and for scholars, it is a dream ghost.

So Nie Xiaoqian's performance has been great.

After all, prostitutes, especially prostitutes, are the pleasures of the literati.

"It's cheap, too." Li Luo lay on a bluestone slab and said.

Around him are all kinds of distorted human figures, all of which are works that he has failed to carve, and there are also a few works that are about to take shape, but they just don't continue to carve.

Most of these are Li Luo who is almost finished carving, but suddenly he is hungry, so he doesn't want to carve.

I thought about coming back after dinner to continue carving, but looking at these semi-finished products, I didn't bother to continue carving, so I let them be placed here.

Feel free, so unpleasant.

After all, if you have practiced, do you still have to learn from the general 996 and 007 of social animals, and constantly waste your life.

Where the excitement comes, the excitement goes and rests, this is the way Li Luo acts now.

Sitting on the stone slab, swallowing and exhaling aura, countless auras were absorbed by Li Luo's bottomless pit, constantly condensing his body and accumulating heritage.

Accompanied by Li Luo's incomparably domineering exhalation, the tree demon grandma could feel that the aura in the wilderness and mountains and forests was disappearing rapidly, like the ebb and flow of the tide, and she could even seem to hear the roar of the aura slapping.

And Li Luo's yellow bitter sea has undergone earth-shaking changes, the waves are rushing to the sky, the fog is thick, and the gods are roaring, setting off Li Luo like a son of heaven.

And in the middle of the bitter sea, the fountain of life gushes, the source of divine power boils, and the spring on the bottom of the sea is many times wider, endless, constantly surging out, and from time to time rushing out of the glow.

The divine power is like a tide, the sky is full of light, the life spring in Li Luo's body is constantly boiling, and the temperament of his body is even more sublimated and refined like a god.