"So now you understand why there is such a big gap between me and you? Do you think Lao Tzu has a good life? After the dead old man showed up, all of you who originally admired me turned to the old man, and the old man didn't teach me anything, and everything today is something I have worked hard for, but it's not something that you wastes can get by having a good master by word of mouth, Lao Tzu is looking for someone to fight every day and night, either in the fight or on the way to fight, he is now in his seventies since he was born, and he has not given himself a day off since the beginning of his cultivation, and every day is to find someone to fight, and after he has finished comprehending the true meaning of the mystery, he continues to find someone to fight after comprehending。 ”

"In short, it's a sentence that the reason why I Minghao can have today is not that you can compare with the flowers in the greenhouse, you are cultivating every day and don't listen to the bottleneck of looking for a breakthrough, you only know how to blindly improve your cultivation, but you don't know that the real strong people are crazy to suppress their own cultivation, your starting point is already lower than me, I will and you will so much just want to tell you, your vision is too low, you see too few things, when you are still breaking through in order to become a strong man in this world, I have already looked at the vast and ethereal strong world, okay, I hope you remember me Ming Hao Today everything is my own, and the master leads the door to practice by himself, Everything I do is my own continuous tempering in order to have today's achievements, I hope you don't think of that old man as a real god in the next life, I will definitely defeat that old man in the future, go. Ming Hao is also roaring, he only has two purposes for practice, one is not to be bullied, and the other is to become a character admired by tens of thousands of people, before he did reach that height, any young master must be inferior in front of him, and his aura has weakened after his master appears, and he is no longer the thunderous Ming Hao, people will mention his master when they mention him, which makes him particularly depressed, so he will roar in today's gaffe, and finally tens of thousands of swords fell, and the Dapeng prince was wiped out and there was not even a hair left.

"Phew, it's over! It's time to find my sword vein. Ming Hao sighed and said, the words he had suppressed in his heart all these years were finally said here, because although he hated the old man stealing his limelight, but he knew that although the old man never cared about him, but Ming Hao had long known that this was not the case, he had been seriously injured a few times, but he was alone without anyone around him, every time he would faint in pain, but when he woke up, his injury would be inexplicably good, once or twice Ming Hao was lucky, but seven times in a row he escaped death before the ghost gate was closed, but every time it seemed that a towering hand pulled him back。

Even if Ming Hao is stupid, he understands whose handiwork it is, because there are two times when he is poisoned, and that kind of poison is only the antidote to the person who makes the poison, but every time he can be cured, who else can he hate the master who he hates? So although Ming Hao hates the old man very much, but he is grateful to the old man from the bottom of his heart, others are in awe of his master, only Ming Hao is grateful to his master from the bottom of his heart, he is his guide and his savior, Ming Hao can't hate the old man.

When Ming Hao was ten years old, he met his master, a young man walking in the mountains, his unkempt hair and skinny like a little beggar, at this time an old man with fairy wind bones appeared, he asked lightly: "Do you want to cultivate immortals?"

"I don't want to. The boy said indifferently.

The originally calm old man's eyes suddenly widened, and he asked in disbelief: "Why don't you kid, now that everyone is cultivating, they don't want to be groomed and bullied, do you really want to do nothing like this all your life?"

"No, the monk is too tired, I am so carefree and comfortable, I can sleep and eat when I want. The boy still insisted on his thoughts.

The old man suddenly pressed his hands and said with a smile: "Even if you don't want you to give me cultivation, from today onwards you will be my personal disciple of Emperor Yang Qing, hurry up and call Lao Tzu master, your bones are surprised at a glance You are a good seedling of a martial artist, and you will be able to soar to the sky if you open up the second vein of Rendu in the future." The old man's hands suddenly pressed, and the thin Ming Hao was immediately pressed to the ground by him, and the young man was struggling on his knees, but the old man's hands were still like two nails staring at Ming Hao, and Ming Hao was in vain.

"Let go of me, I don't want to be a bullshit monk, except for being able to bully and bully people, I don't want anything, I don't want it, monks are all bastards and bad people. The teenager reacted very loudly and kept struggling.

The old man watched as the young man's hand slowly let go, but the young man was still struggling, but he still fell to his knees.

"I know you're afraid, afraid that you're in possession of that power and you're going to be that heinous villain, right?" the old man said slowly.

"That's right, the monks I saw one by one can't do anything except have more strength, they will rely on their strength to bully the people in the village every day, our village was quiet and peaceful, and suddenly rushed in two monks bastards, the village chief actually called them immortals, just because they are infinitely powerful, they called me the king and hegemony in the village, and they called me to do dirty work every day, and they also forced the cuihua in the village to death, this is how I came out of the village, I am afraid that I will become that kind of person, I don't want to become a person who is hated by the whole village. Tears were rolling in the boy's eyes, obviously he really didn't want to have that kind of power, he was afraid that his heart would be seduced by power and become a nasty person.

The old man smiled faintly: " Silly boy, that's not the so-called monks, that's only a martial artist, they just practiced a little bit of strength to force ordinary people, but I can control any power in the world, and monks also have good people, the two people you see are just two scumbags in the monks, if you become a monk, you can also become that kind of person, but you can not become that kind of person, don't forget your original intention, you have to always, you can practice strength and chivalry, see those two bastard-like people in your village, you use your own strength to eliminate harm for the people, you are not right childrenAnd I'll show you what a real immortal is. With that, the light in the old man's hand gathered.

A fairy sword suddenly rose into the sky, the momentum was endless and terrifying, and it stabbed towards the sky, and suddenly the entire sky seemed to be split into two halves, and the clouds on both sides were also instantly split into two, the old man did nothing but suddenly flashed light in his hand, and then the sky became like this with a stroke of stroke.

The young man who couldn't move looked at the sky blankly, his face was full of shock, today he was completely subverted in his worldview, he thought that the monks in this world were just some powerful guys, but now it seems that this is not the case, he is thinking in his heart, he is thinking about how to choose, whether to adhere to his view of the world, to spend his life ordinary, or to follow the old man to practice and become a strong man like the old man, and finally the young man said: "Master." ”

"Hehehe, get up. As soon as the old man heard this, he immediately looked at Ming Hao with a smile, Ming Hao's shoulders were also loosened, and he moved freely again, the young man's blood should be played in the battle, the young man was only ten years old, but he also longed to be like a chivalrous man, walking the world with a sword, and drawing a sword to help him, it was this belief that the young man that Ming Hao embarked on the road of cultivation.

At first, he thought that his master was so responsible and good, but after seven days he completely hated the old man.

On the first day, Minghao also saved Cuihua in a dream, but he suddenly felt that his body was fluttering, he seemed to sit up suddenly in his dream, his chivalrous battle was about to go to the last step when he suddenly woke up, he looked around with a dull face, this is a cave, his upper body was stripped naked, he was shirtless and behind him two big hands on his back, he looked back but he found that he couldn't move like yesterday.

He could only feel that the big hand behind him was transmitting power into his body, and his heart suddenly lit up, and he said happily in his heart, Is the master going to directly give me his cultivation, can I also become a strong man like the master who covers the sky with one hand? After about half an hour, the big hand left his back, and the old man behind him also got up, and Ming Hao also found that he was still free.

Ming Hao couldn't wait to ask, "Master, did you pass it on to me?" The naïve Ming Hao thought that his master had directly inherited his cultivation to Ming Hao.

The old man behind him said lightly: "Your eighteen acupuncture points have been opened, now you have to complete everything by yourself, this world is just your stepping stone, come on and cultivate for me." After saying this, Ming Hao didn't know, so he couldn't understand what his master was saying at all.

But at this moment, a memory suddenly appeared in his mind, this memory seemed to have been there since he was born, but Ming Hao could be sure that it was the memory he had just gotten.

There are three martial arts techniques in the memory, "Thirteen Swords of Death", "Gathering Spirits" and "Easy Body Method" The three memories seem to appear out of thin air, but they seem to be part of Ming Hao's mind, as if Ming Hao has always had these three memories in his memory.

At this time, the old man behind him said lightly: "Ming Hao, these three martial arts are passed on to you, these three martial arts can be used by you for a lifetime, I will not teach you how to cultivate, but I will tell you a truth, when you come into contact with this world, you will understand, and I will use memory transmission to transmit it to you later, and you will remember it for a lifetime." After speaking, the voice slowly disappeared, echoing in Minghao's ears.

As soon as Ming Hao turned around, he found that there was no master behind him.