"Hey, what are you doing?" Shen Kongming picked up a pair of chopsticks and slapped them on the little monk's hand, "You little monk, you broke the vows so quickly?"

"You did it on purpose!" The little monk took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, only to feel that his lips and teeth were fragrant, his eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth were unconsciously hooked, and he sighed and said, "It's delicious!"

"Forget it, let him indulge this day," Mo Ghost picked up his wine glass and drank it all.

The little monk's exercises are special, and he is in the same vein as Tianshu Zhenjun, and he does not strictly abide by the rules and precepts like ordinary monks.

"That's it, I'm dying of hunger," the little monk felt aggrieved.

"I'll give it to you, eat enough!" Shen Kongming couldn't see him like this, "It's like someone has abused you," he turned his head and patted the table in front of Mo Ghost, "Pay attention to your current cultivation!"

"Shen Kongming, why are you so verbose today?" Before Mo Ghost could say anything, Qin Yifan, whose face was flushed from drinking, spoke.

"I'm verbose?" Shen Kongming pointed at himself, "Yes, I won't say it!"

Shen Kongming picked up the wine glass, took a sip, picked up a pair of chopsticks again, and the moment he was about to stretch out his hand, he suddenly felt a little in a trance, this scene reminded him of the scene of fighting for a fish many years ago.

But now that the table is full of dishes, the little monk ate a few bites of it, and most of them didn't move, and he was a little excited for a while.

"Don't just drink!" Shen Kongming moved the corners of his mouth, but still said.

"Wine is a good thing, you don't need spiritual power to dissolve it, you don't have to think about anything after drinking it," Qin Yifan burped, "Don't think about Tianji Pavilion." ”

The matter of ghost cultivation, but the damage suffered by Tianji Pavilion is not all recoverable.

The most obvious point is prestige, which is inevitable, followed by the heavy losses of the monks in the cabinet, many disciples have been taken away, and an ancestor has also been lost.

As the head of the house, Qin Chung had the greatest responsibility, and in order to mobilize the disciples in the pavilion, he was worried.

Next year, we will start recruiting disciples again, and if we miss out on many talented disciples because of this matter, we will fall into a vicious circle again.

As Qin Song's only son, Qin Yifan wanted to help him, but he was helpless and belonged to Xiaoyao and was not qualified to participate in the affairs of Tianji Pavilion, so he could only watch him reluctantly comfort himself.

"Yes, don't worry about it," Huo Zijun smiled bitterly and refilled another glass for himself.

Lin Shuyao's whereabouts are unknown now, but he can't do anything, and even can only care about her as a friend.

In another ten years, he will be able to advance to the Yuan Infant Stage, and he will begin to accept the test of the Shadow Pavilion, carry out the task independently, and if it goes well, he will be able to contact the real Shadow Pavilion within a hundred years old. But once he knew where the Shadow Pavilion really was, he couldn't get out of it anymore.

Huo Zijun raised his head and drank another glass, and the alcohol filled his entire taste buds.

If Lin Shuyao is interested, he will plan even if he tries his best to get out of this situation, and when he grows up, he can protect the Huo family.

But what makes him bitter now is that Lin Shuyao has been hiding since he discovered his intentions, clearly refusing, and has not even seen him once in twenty years, so what is the point of his persistence?

So be it...

Huo Zijun told himself that if he went on the established trajectory, Lin Shuyao was just an accident in his life, and the throbbing of his youth would always fade slowly, goodbye, he could still say a friend.

Zhen Hao looked at Huo Zijun like this, raised his wine glass and touched him.

is as strong as Huo Zijun, the pride of heaven in the eyes of the world, talent, cultivation, family background, and even appearance, and he also has his own thoughts, and at this time he is just a frustrated person who borrows alcohol to kill his sorrows.

As long as you are a human being, as long as you live in this world, it is impossible to be free of troubles, and Zhen Hao is naturally no exception.

Compared with ordinary monks, at the age of sixty-five, he is already a dragon and a phoenix among people, but at leisure, this is far from enough, and there are many people who are better than you.

Even if he has been cultivating desperately, day and night, there is almost no free time, the various demon beast forests on the continent have walked all over and over again, and he can hunt common demon beasts with his eyes closed, but compared to many people here, his cultivation is making slow progress.

The saddest thing is that this difference in cultivation is determined by talent, and even if he puts in ten times and a hundred times the effort, he can't make up for it.

Zhen Haoling is not as good as the few people here at all, and he is taking the path of physical cultivation, and the reason why he can barely keep up with everyone now is that his cultivation has not yet reached a high level, and when he reaches the Jindan Great Perfection or even Yuanying, this gap will become more and more obvious.

Not only that, the physical cultivation has reached a high level, and the spiritual objects that need to be quenched are becoming more and more rare, and it is not a simple matter of spiritual stones, but also the channels for obtaining spiritual objects.

He is not like a few people present, he has a good family background and a family background to get what he wants.

The only person Zhen Hao can rely on is Ning Hongxian Zhenjun, but since he has cultivated all the way, Master has helped him too much, and she herself has to be promoted to a god, so it is impossible for Zhen Hao to make Master worry at this time.

Sometimes he was too tired from cultivating, and he thought more than once when he lay on the ground, what would happen if he hadn't taken the path of physical cultivation when he entered the Dao?

But whenever this thought appeared in his mind, he would be forced to suppress it.

Everyone has their own path, if he hadn't taken the path of physical cultivation at the beginning, he wouldn't have such a high combat effectiveness in the early stage, then his parents may not be alive now, and he doesn't know if he can survive the entrance assessment.

What's more, Zhen Hao knows his own talent, and if he wants to get into the free world, he is still a step behind, and Ning Zhenjun should have contributed a lot.

People must know how to be content, to be able to enter the leisure, to meet the master, to be able to meet such a few friends who treat each other sincerely, he Zhen Hao is already very lucky, he has more luxury, and he will be even more disappointed when his expectations are disappointed.

"Why did you drink it too?" the little monk sat next to him, picked up the wine glass and touched it with him, and drank it in one gulp.

"If you can't drink it, don't force it," Zhen Hao looked at the little monk's instantly flushed face and said in a deep voice.

"I haven't drunk it for too long, and I'm not used to it, but I must sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman today," the little monk poured another glass, "If you have something to tell us, don't hold it in your heart." ”

"What about me, don't you also have something on your mind?" Zhen Hao has always been silent, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't understand anything, on the contrary, he is the most attentive one, the little monk has been preoccupied since he came out, but he is inconvenient to say, so no one presses him.

"I... It's nothing," the little monk held the wine glass, pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled beyond his eyes.

The little monk was an orphan, he grew up to five years old after eating a hundred family meals, and it was the master who saved him when he almost died.

Later, when he entered Xiaoyao, the master named him Wuyi.

No anger, guarding against arrogance, rashness and anger, not so much the name of the little monk, but the Tianshu True Monarch in order to wake himself up.

Tianshu Zhenjun has been promoted to the infant stage for a thousand years, but his cultivation has not gone further, because he has a knot, hundreds of years ago, because of impulsiveness, he accidentally killed a mortal, and since then he has left his demons.

These were heard by the little monk from the side, and in his opinion, it was not a big deal, but he didn't know why Tianshu Zhenjun had been haunted by it.

It wasn't until a few years ago that he advanced to the Jindan stage, and when he went through the heart demon tribulation, he saw why, or rather, he experienced the whole thing from the opposite perspective, and also understood why the master was so guilty.

To put it simply, it is nothing more than being plotted by a friend, seriously injured, hiding in the mortal world, and meeting a little brother, who protected him and pulled him back from his near death.

Back then, Tianshu Zhenjun was not an old god like now, he cultivated smoothly all the way, backed by his master, did what he wanted, was impulsive and irritable, and was caught by the enemy, and tried his best to provoke it.

Coupled with the betrayal of his previous friend, he was blinded, and in a fit of rage, he killed his little brother by mistake, leaving his inner demons behind.

As an apprentice, I don't judge the master's matter, but as a party, I really experienced this incident in the heart demon tribulation, and the little monk really didn't know how to face it for a while.

That little brother is the self of a few lifetimes ago!

Zhihai had an accident, the heart demon tribulation that should have belonged to the Yuan infant period was advanced, and the little monk struggled in it, and finally got through it, but he woke up, but he didn't know how to face his master.

For the first time in his life, he lied to his master, did not tell the truth, pretended that nothing had happened, and continued to get along with his master, but only he knew whether it was the same as before.

"If there is any need, just say," Shen Kongming patted the little monk's head.

"You don't care about me, you have a lot of things to do!" the little monk rolled his eyes at him, "You're going back to the Cloud Pavilion, right?"

Shen Kongming's mouth snorted, "Yes!"

He is also about to be promoted to the Yuan Infant, just like Huo Zijun, and is about to return to the family to experience and deal with various affairs, including the docking with the Easy Monk, and he will not be free for a long time.

"What about you, what are you going to do?" Shen Kongming patted the Mo ghost beside him.

"Me?" "Me?" Mo Ghost was a little dizzy, shook his head, and indulged himself for a rare time, "I don't know, maybe the master has some arrangements, right?"

"Remember to go see me," Shen Kongming muttered.

"What did you say?" he didn't speak loudly, Mo Ghost didn't hear clearly for a while, covered his head, and leaned forward with a slight frown in his eyebrows, "I didn't hear clearly." ”

"Ahem, it's nothing," Shen Kongming looked at the people close by, suddenly a little flustered, picked up the wine glass on the table, and drank it in a hurry, it seems that he also needs time to think carefully about what he is thinking.

Mo Ghost's eyes are a little flowery, she is now in the Qi refining period, this wine has a lot of stamina, she can't lift her strength at all, leaning back on the chair and closing her eyes, what flashes in her mind is that she has been here for many years.

"What do you want?" the little monk patted her.

"I think when I first came," Mo Ghost shrunk in his chair, "My mother took me back to Mo's house, at that time I was like a hedgehog, I didn't feel at ease with anyone, and I didn't have the ability to guard against it, like a clown jumping off the beam." ”

"And then?" the little monk suddenly became interested and asked.

"Then?" Mo Ghost was slightly confused in his eyes, "Then I started to cultivate, you all know, I have never been able to cultivate sword qi, my seventh sister mocked, and left me in the school after school, and taught me hand in hand." ”

"At that time, I cut dozens of wooden stakes," Mo Ghost stretched out a finger, and Fu felt that something was wrong, and clenched it into a fist, "I didn't use spiritual energy, but I still can't do it, I don't have that talent." ”

"My mother... is a very ordinary woman, she hurt her dantian at that time, she has a timid temperament, and she is afraid of angering something in the Mo family, I can't cultivate sword qi, and she only dares to secretly wipe her tears in the room, and turned her head to me and said, It's okay, you can stop sword cultivation in the future. ”

"I thought in my heart at the time, I must not give up practicing swords in the future," Mo Ghost is now a sound cultivator, but the means of minor cultivation, between spells and swordsmanship, still choose swordsmanship, "Isn't it quite naïve?"

"No, I learned the formation back then, and I was as stubborn as you," Qin Yifan suddenly smiled when he heard this, "No matter how senior brother taught me, I can't teach it!"

"Tell me what's going on?" the little monk laughed and patted the table.

"It's nothing..."

Below, Mo Ghost and a few people chatted enthusiastically, Xiang Xuehai stood in mid-air, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at them, he seemed to see himself back then.

"Senior sister!"

Hearing this voice, Xiang Xuehai turned his head, and it was Ning Hong's tears.

"How much have you drunk with these little guys?" Ning Hong looked at the staggering few people with tears in her eyes, rolled up her sleeves and was about to go down, but was dragged by Xiang Xuehai.

"Forget it, let them take a break, who didn't come here from this time?" Xiang Xuehai patted her soothingly, "Advancing to the Yuan Infant is stepping into the threshold of a high-level monk, what will happen in the future, and what will they think about!"

"It's also," Ning Hong suddenly thought of the scene where she hugged her senior sister's arm and cried loudly, "You always have to grow." ”

"You're about to be promoted to a god, right?" Xiang Xuehai looked at her, her breath unstable, "Retreat well, don't think about anything else, Zhen Hao I will help you take care of it, nothing will happen." ”

"Aren't you going to take the ghosts and ghosts to the Northland to cultivate? Repair without injury, as long as you stabilize your mentality, don't worry, it can be regarded as a big opportunity, but you can't delay it," Ning Hong's tears were a little trance, "She is luckier than me, and she has already been prepared." ”

Ning Hongxian was not a physical cultivation at the beginning, but a law cultivation of the fire spirit root, but he was plotted by someone and injured his dantian, and later rebuilt and took the path of physical cultivation.

"It's all over," Ning Hongxian spent the most torturous period, there is no clearer than Xiang Xuehai, it's a torment to think about, "Look at it a little, otherwise there will be fetters on the heart demon tribulation, if it is because she can't be promoted, wouldn't it be too much of a loss." ”

"I didn't want to think about it for a long time," Ning Hongtear waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "I just went to Tianshu Zhenjun and asked him to help me take care of my apprentice, you just go to the northern land and let the ghosts and ghosts cultivate well!"

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