は防§詩§lvThe following is a typo, according to the pinyin, Bai Du = Baidu to shrimp = yixia hey = нèì Yan = Yan brother = ge tube = guan chop = kan drunk = zui letter = xin Zhang = zhang street = jie "Actually, you don't need to answer my question!" The tea in the pot had already been drunk by the two of them, playing with the emerald green teacup, Wang Mo quietly looked at the monk who was sitting opposite him............

"I don't know!" sighed lightly, and the monk shook his head, his face a little complicated...........

"I know, but I can't tell you!"

Frowning, the monk asked, "Why?"

"If I tell you, then what's the difference between it and the hypocrisy in those books!"

Rolling his eyes slightly, the monk suddenly asked in shock: "What does the donor mean, is it for the little monk to experience it himself?"

On the surface, he just nodded lightly, but Wang Mo couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart knowing that the monk was a little pitiful, he had never been out of the mountain gate after living for more than one hundred and twenty years.... I really don't know if it's lucky or sad..........

A pair of eyes that have become bright and wise because of practicing Zen and Buddhism, quietly falling into deep thought at the moment, chuckling, Wang Mo shook his head and said: "Knowing the master, it seems that my problem has not been solved!"

In a word, the monk trembled violently, and then said with some embarrassment: "Sin, sin, sin..... The little monk is a little out of shape... I hope the donor will forgive me......."

"It's okay!"

"May I ask if the donor has any confusion about his cultivation..... The little monk dared to answer one or two....." nodded at Wang Mo, knowing that the monk smiled mildly and said. Manually input the letters into the web address: неì УаПge. See also the new chapter

"Master. Don't you already know?" chuckled. Wang Mo asked, "Dissatisfied with the donor.... The benefactor who came with Wang Mo's benefactor, the little monk had no intention of discovering that the cultivation of the three donors was stagnant in the realm of the late stage of the birth gate, presumably, it was to break through the realm of the wounded gate."

"But....... The little monk saw that the donor's cultivation was only the realm of the early stage of life, and it seemed that he was far away from condensing the fairy palace. It's going to take a few days......."

"I'm here to accompany my three brothers, and I will casually listen to the artistic conception of condensing the Immortal Palace, and also lay the foundation for the future...."Wang Mo knew that others saw that his cultivation was only in the early stage of life, so he lied...........

Nodding slightly, the monk asked, "I don't know how many years the donor has cultivated immortals?"

"It's almost five years!" Blinking his eyes, Wang Mo said casually, "Five years......?" Knowing that the monk heard this, he was obviously surprised, and secretly thought that he had been practicing for more than 100 years before he could barely break through the realm of the Seven Palaces of the Wounded Gate, and this person had only cultivated for five years, and he was already an immortal in the early stage of his life. Cultivating immortals is a talent.........

Moan a little. Knowing that the monk suddenly stood up slowly, nodded, and waved his right hand suddenly, and suddenly the whole person's temperament changed, from a monk with a gentle temperament, to become majestic in an instant...........

Under the traction of the immortal power in Wang Mo's body, his eyes suddenly flashed brightly, this knew that the monk was at the moment now, and his cultivation, Wang Mo couldn't see through, but after this bright light flashed slightly, he calmed down, and wanted to pour down a cup of tea, but found that Wang Mo, who had already been refined in the teapot, nodded, as if talking to himself: "Is this the strength of the Seven Palace Immortals of the Wounded Gate?"

Although Wang Mo had seen the battle between Meng Yao and the Purple Iron Ghost Bull and Tiger, it was thousands of meters away from the injury, like this feeling of being close at hand, Wang Mo really experienced .......... for the first timeKnowing this, the monk chuckled lightly and said, "Donor, this is a surprise in the realm of hurting the door............

As he spoke, he knew that the monk's whole body suddenly moved, and suddenly a sense of raging and violent enveloped the entire wooden house, but it was quite miraculous that it did not damage the single star of the wooden house, and it did not reveal the slightest ............

At this moment, inside and outside the wooden house, it was as if two worlds had been cut off by a knife............

This raging and violent aura permeated the surroundings, Wang Mo's body involuntarily burst out with strong immortal power, resisting it, at this time, his immortal power, almost as soon as it flowed, he was immediately attracted by this raging and violent aura, and in an instant, he was assimilated by this rage and became crazy............

Under this madness, Wang Mo's eyes showed a trace of horror, the immortal power in his body was uncontrollable, and he even had a feeling that even his own heart was assimilated by the other party's violent aura at this moment, as if at this moment, everything that he had worked hard for five years of cultivation had become a spell for the other party to attack him at this moment............

"Is this the strength of the Wounded Door Realm?" Wang Mo's voice revealed a hint of madness...........

After glancing at Wang Mo, the momentum suddenly dissipated, as if it had never appeared, and the monk had that gentle smile on his face again...........

In this short period of time, Wang Mo was already in a cold sweat, he took a deep breath, his right hand trembled a little, trembled and took out the wine jug in the storage bag, and took a big sip, after a long time, the immortal power in his body gradually calmed down.

"Donor. Have you ever felt anything?" Pointing at Wang Mo, knowing that the monk said gently, Wang Mo did not answer, but Wang Mo squinted his eyes deeply, and sat cross-legged on the futon, with a pair of deep eyes, slowly closed, and gradually fell into endless concentration...........

Seeing that Wang Mo was in a state of flux, the monk smiled gently, and then disappeared into the wooden house like a ghost...........

After knowing that the monk was gone, Wang Mo's body slowly emitted a faint green light...........

In the other three wooden houses, the three of He Fang, who were also deeply inspired by these wounded monks, all sat motionless on the futon, closed their eyes and fell into concentration............

The monk who left the wooden house manipulated the transparent lotus flying magic weapon, and in just a few breaths, he came to the top floor of the attic. The attic is 999 floors high, and the wooden house where Wang Mo stayed before was on the 87th floor, and it only took a few breaths to enter the top floor, which shows the extreme speed of this lotus magic weapon............

The top floor of the attic, unlike the other floors, has only one wooden house on the huge top floor, which is the largest and most beautiful thing about this attic..... I saw that the huge wooden house was completely carved from the --- Huoxiang wood, which is known as the fairy wood, and it was worth tens of millions of jade crystals in Xiandu, just a baby's arm thick Huoxiang wood. Can imagine what kind of existence is this big wooden house made of nearly 500 acres of Huoxiang wood............

The whole wooden house looks unusually majestic and mysterious. Outside the wooden door squatting two wooden lions carved from Huoxiang wood, the mighty and domineering look, the blazing lion eyes, just like two live lions, squatting straight on both sides of the wooden door, you can see the craftsmanship of the carving person..........

Knowing that the monk stood outside the door with a melancholy face, just when his mind was complicated, the wooden lion on the right suddenly twisted his neck, and a deep voice came out: "The door master let you in........" and then continued to squat motionless.........

Frowning slightly, the monk folded his hands in front of the wooden lion and bowed slightly, and walked towards the huge wooden door that opened automatically...........

After walking slowly for nearly half a cup of tea, I realized that the monk came to a wooden door, and the wooden house in front of him was much smaller than the outside, but it was only a wooden door with Huoxiang that was two ends higher than that of an adult man, and it was also very valuable..........

"Come in!" he said he had just arrived at the door and stopped. A slightly weak voice floated out slowly...........

Gently push the door in, it was an authentic old monk... His head was bare, without a trace of hair, his face was full of wrinkles and looked extremely weak, a gray monk's robe was neatly worn on his body, and the long beard on his chin had already turned white, and it seemed that he was very weak, and he was half lying on the wooden bed coughing from time to time............

"Come on.... Come..."Stretching out his right hand like dead wood, the old monk gently beckoned the monk to come over, first bowed deeply to the old monk with his hands folded, and then walked forward quickly, half kneeling beside the bed.

"Master....." gently held the old monk's exhausted right hand, and his eyes turned red after just a few breaths.

"Apprentice, the master has set the limit....!, your uncles, uncles are already ready to move, it seems that after the death of the master, they will definitely not treat you well..... Alas!"

"Master... Don't be afraid in vain.. You won't die..."Tears quietly slid down his cheeks, and he burst into tears at this moment.

"Hehe.... The monks pay attention to breaking off the red dust, how can they cry......." lovingly stroked the shoulders of the acquaintance, the old monk coughed lightly, and said weakly: "Today.. Find a teacher.. What's going on?"

Wipe away tears from your face. Zhi stammered a little: "I...... I...."

There was another cough, and the old monk said softly: "If you don't say it now, I'm afraid there will be no time in the future!" After finishing speaking, he laughed bitterly at himself............

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