Wan Yanqing walked to the stone table, took out an oval-shaped white egg, and replied to the question: "Don't cultivate, let's make a time egg today." ”

"Time Egg?"

Bai Ye wondered, what is this? It seems to be very high-end.

"You'll know later!" Wan Yanqing smiled mysteriously and twisted the white egg, which was hollow and had a space.

"Is this a magic weapon?" Bai Ye couldn't help but be a little excited when he thought of the treasure bottle treasure that responded to catch people in mythology.

Wan Yanqing took out a piece of white rice paper and a fine pen from it, spread the rice paper on the table, handed the pen to Bai Ye, and smiled: "Come, write a letter to yourself in the future." ”

At that moment, Bai Ye was a little stupid.

"What's wrong?" Wan Yanqing looked at herself, looked at the little junior brother and smiled: "Could it be that there are flowers on the face of the senior sister?"

There are really flowers, Bai Yebelly slandered, but he didn't dare to really say it.

"It's nothing, senior sister, what do you write to yourself in the future" Bai Ye picked up the fine and looked at Wan Yanqing.

He held the fine and waited for her to speak.

The cold wind came, Wan Yanqing stroked the hair at the corners of her eyes, and said softly: "The difficulty of my generation of monks in cultivating the Tao is higher than that of the blue sky, the road is blocked and long, and the slightest carelessness is a catastrophe, the road ahead is long, and there are always many difficulties, so the Divine Ancestor created this method, if you feel trapped and confused in the future, take it out and take a look, and see your own original intention now." ”

"The Divine Ancestor also left a time machine for himself: May you go away for half your life and return as a teenager. ”

Bai Ye asked, "Senior sister also left time eggs?"

Isn't it nonsense that you regret it after saying the white night?

However, to his surprise, Wan Yanqing was silent, which made his hand tremble when he was about to put down the pen, and he almost didn't hold it.

Wan Yanqing regained her former coldness, and said lightly: "I don't need to see my previous self, some things are wrong, and some things are lost." ”

Then she felt that she had talked too much, and changed the subject: "After the junior brother writes it, bury it in the ground and remember the location." ”

Bai Ye twisted slightly, wrote a paragraph smoothly, bent down and took a breath of hot air, and the ink quickly dried, and then folded the rice paper in half four times and put it into the white egg box, twisting it tightly.

He thought about it for a while, then dug a deep pit under the old tree, gently put the white egg in it, closed the soil, and smoothed it with his hands.

After Yan Qing saw what Bai Ye wrote, her eyes were slightly dazed, and she said, "Let's go." Resist the wind.

The cultivation of the Heart Demon Sect is not specific, as long as you want, you can eat, drink and have fun every day, the main purpose of the sect is to teach students according to their aptitude, and the great truth can be watched in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and how to deal with the subtleties depends on the individual's choice.

Another man came and fell in the courtyard.

Bai Ye was surprised: "Is the third senior brother here to instruct the junior brother to cultivate?"

Riding the wind and sword, wearing a yellow shirt, is a sword idiot yellow nest.

Didn't he say that he was obsessed with cultivation, and he was slashing seven emotions and six desires, why was he so free today?

Huang Chao said: "Wait for a challenge, this will be beneficial to your comprehension of attribute power, I have specially taken you to take a look and feel the power of the monk." ”

I see, it's direct enough, but it's in line with Huang Chao's temperament, if you want to ask him to talk nonsense, he will definitely not be able to do it.

"Thank you, senior brother!" Bai Ye's heart warmed.

Huang Chao didn't have an imperial sword, but walked with his feet, Bai Ye hurriedly followed, he knew that his senior brother was taking care of himself, because Wang Hua said that the body of a mortal is as heavy as Mount Tai, and the saint can't move.

Huang Chao's voice sounded: "Wait a while, try to talk as little as possible, these people in the sect are not general, the cultivators are hard-hearted, sometimes a look can cause a fight!"

Of course, there was one thing he didn't say, this kind of person was just an individual, and he was mainly warning the rules of the monks in the white night.

With the footsteps of Huangchao, the leisurely stroll is becoming more and more barren, as if from the oasis to the Gobi.

The road was long and boring, Huang Chao didn't say a word, his clothes were washed whiter, and during the time he entered the sect in the white night, he didn't see him wear other clothes.

"It's here!"

Suddenly, hearing a word like a heavenly sound, Bai Ye looked up suddenly, only to see a wide ancient platform in front of him, Huang Chao said: "This is the dojo of a senior of my sect who broke through the sea of suffering and stepped into the divine bridge eight hundred years ago. ”

Eight hundred years ago!

The rolling Yellow River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the sky!

Success or failure turns empty.

How many things in ancient and modern times are laughed and discussed......

Bai Ye's heart was sour for a while, he was amazed along the way, and there were not many talented people in the world, but he had never heard of anyone who had stepped into the immortal realm.

On the platform, a fiery red petite figure danced leisurely, like a flame spirit dancing, like a fiery red butterfly flying among the flowers.

Shout!

A black meteor fell, this is a terrible young man, black clothes and black hair, blood at the corners of his mouth, evil awe-inspiring, he is angry: "You are so troublesome, I can only drink the blood of animals!"

In the past, he cultivated with human blood, and of course, he was a notorious bandit and thief.

The fiery red figure scolded angrily: "Killing your fellow clan, you have lost all the faces of the human race!"

She raised her hand casually, and a hammer on the ground, which was bigger than her height, let her carry it on her shoulder, as if carrying a black mountain!

The two sides are far away from each other, and the momentum is comparable.

Huang Chao said lightly: "The black-clothed young man is the second in the wind wheel, Lin Yuxue, ranked behind Ji Hao, and cultivates the way of the evil demon devouring blood, that girl is the second in the fire wheel, and the combat power list is ranked twentieth, behind the young man, both of them are martial cultivators, and today she is challenging Lin Yuxue!"

After many days of getting along, Bai Ye knew that the five peaks in the sect were: earth, wind, water, fire, and earth.

There used to be a sixth peak, the Northern Regions Wooden Wheel, but unfortunately 1,500 years ago, the Northern Regions fogged and suddenly disappeared.

"That girl's name is Lianchenghuo, you should be able to think of something!" Huang Chao said.

Bai Ye frowned and blurted out, "Lian Chengjue?"

I mentioned it when the senior brother and sister discussed the Dao number before, it seems that it is the senior brother of Yifeng, who has entered the Dao, and the Dao number is lonely.

Huang Chao's eyes were filled with battle intent, and then the battle intent converged, his body relaxed, and he said very solemnly: "This man-made is very great, a god-given technique, and has the inheritance of the Sword Venerable, and is currently ranked third, extremely terrifying!"

He glanced at the stage, recovered indifferently and said: "She is not Lin Yuxue's opponent, but he doesn't dare to make a heavy hand, because that person is under the stage!"

"What!"

Third on the list, just around the corner?

Bai Ye looked around, and there was only one person in the audience except him and Huang Chao.

But it was really difficult for him to connect the tatteredly dressed, thin, slightly shivering young man in the cold wind with the third who should be on the highest.

It looks far worse than the Yellow Nest, and there are more than a dozen patches of all sizes, the big ones are the size of palms, and they seem to be too thinly dressed, and they shiver a little in some snowy days.

"Is that Lian Cheng Jue?" Bai Ye couldn't believe it, cultivators shouldn't even have a few decent clothes.

"This man has always been like this, and it is said that his savings are as rich as the rest of the country, but he is guarding his clothes. Even Huang Chao, who cultivated the Ruthless Dao, shook his head and sighed helplessly.

The two of them were silent one after another, and their eyes turned to the platform.

The young man in black said: "You are not my opponent, but I haven't fought with anyone for a long time, so I'll play with you." ”

He laughed, his face grim, his gaze wandering over the girl's delicate undulating body.

Although he was jealous of her brother, he was also extremely conceited, which was the Dao heart that any cultivator should have.

After condensing the Dao heart, it is not far from entering the Dao.

Lianchenghuo crossed his waist with one hand, scolded and scolded, and threw a hammer like a hill over, and the momentum was so great that it was like a mountain pressing on the top.

A flame burned all around her, like a humanoid flame.

Rampage!

This was Bai Ye's first feeling, a hammer that was bigger than a man, and his scalp tingled when he thought about it.