In the blink of an eye, five months passed.

Jiang Ping nestled in the mansion of the Culinary Association sponsored by his personal friendship, watching the experience value getting higher and higher day by day, getting closer and closer to the forty-ninth level, and sincerely felt a small luck.

This is the advantage of having an old man who is a big official in the imperial court.

He just mentioned it by the way, but he didn't expect the old man to be so powerful.

Maybe in the eyes of this kind of big guy, it's just to support a cheap son-in-law to start a business, and he doesn't have to pay for it himself, just give a word.

Of course, Jiang Ping will not personally start this kind of thing in the Culinary Association now.

So he confirmed his spokesperson early, the big apprentice of Peggy.

The big apprentice of Peggy now shares the entrepreneurial log on the personal forum every day, and already has a group of iron fans, who comment and leave a message at the bottom every day, big guy 666, I can apprentice and other nonsense.

Jiang Ping found his current place, and as soon as he sent a flying pigeon to the local yamen, an official messenger took the initiative to deliver the letter.

So three months ago, the big apprentice of Peggy rushed back to report to him, the master.

Jiang Ping gave him a few words of encouragement and gave him 500,000 taels of silver as a re-entrepreneurship fund, which shocked him for a moment.

In order to complete his task, this kid is about to fall to the point of receiving women's clothing advertisements, and his whole body is full of tragic words.

In Peppy Boar's opinion, this is the phased task reward after he completes the task.

Sure enough, in addition to the experience reward, there are also hidden rewards for this task, otherwise I'm really sorry for his previous efforts.

After all, Jiang Ping didn't give him any funds before, and he relied on his own bloody way to kill it.

In order to be able to establish a culinary association and not just an empty shell.

He is fighting wits and courage with the major game guilds, as well as following the officials of local forces, pulling the banner, and seeking tiger skin, which is a tired feeling in his heart.

Although the amount of free experience he received would increase a little more every time he established a branch of the association, as the association gradually established outside the scope of his master's relationship.

The effort and labor he had to put in was already faintly beyond the experience he had gained.

In fact, Jiang Ping didn't show up again, and Peggy already had the idea of giving up this task.

After all, now that a large group of people are following him to eat, he can't be willful.

But now I have obtained such a large amount of money all of a sudden, 500,000 taels of silver bills, according to the current exchange rate of the forum, that is more than 10 million real currency.

Even if he gave the people in the studio a severance pay, he would still have a lot left.

If it was Brother Peggy in the past, maybe he would have taken such a large amount of money and threw it in the bank to retire.

But now Brother Peggy is obviously a man who has broken away from that kind of low-level interest, so as soon as he heard that the master had opened up the relationship channel of the National Divine Capture Division for them, Brother Peggy's face was once again covered with the brilliance of an entrepreneur.

This time, he's going to have a liver blast!

Half a million?

No, he wants more!

Seeing Brother Peggy go away full of ambition, Jiang Ping silently sent his blessings.

This kind of self-sacrificing good apprentice is really hard to find with a lantern.

He thought he was starting a business for himself to make money, but the biggest beneficiary had already hidden his merit and fame and became a melon eater.

Well, the people who really eat melons.

A small courtyard.

Jiang Ping moved a small horse and sat down, with melon seeds in one hand and cucumber in the other, and took a bite, crunchy and full of juice.

Bai Qi was lying on the side, in front of him was a large basket of small cucumbers, it stretched out its tongue and licked it, it was a big mouthful, and the golden dull hair on its head was shining happily.

Recently, under Jiang Ping's spiritual diet that seems to be not asking for money, its entire calf has swelled in a circle, especially a small electric spark flashes from time to time on its golden dull hair, and it is still numb to the touch, and now it is also a good hand of electric fish.

The green-robed old monster stood on one side, as if he was chewing something in his mouth, and if you looked closely, he also carried a handful of melon seeds in his right hand, and a field of melon seed shells under his feet.

Hey, they were all taken by Master Jiang.

Obviously, he came to protect the Dharma for Brother Qiu, why did he swallow melon seeds.

And Qiu Daoyu was standing in the center of the courtyard, Yuanyu Yuezhi, a sect of grandmasters.

Compared with five months ago, Qiu Daoyu's face was a little older, and his spirit seemed to be hidden in the void, looking embarrassed by rotten wood.

But everyone present knew that Qiu Daoyu was stronger.

And today, it is also the auspicious day for his chosen breakthrough.

It's just that at such a serious and important moment, because Jiang Ping was eating melons and watching a play on the side.

Qiu Daoyu's breakthrough feeling was like being pregnant, holding it in her belly, unable to get out or thrown away.

"Hoo ......"

Qiu Daoyu emptied everything, no longer thinking about how he was being eaten melons, he took a deep breath, and even the air pressure in the courtyard was much lower.

Jiang Ping put down the melon seeds, lifted the gherkin and said loudly to Qiu Daoyu:

"Come on, Lao Qiu!"

"Wow!!"

Bai Qian also expressed his efforts.

Qiu Daoyu was already deaf to all directions, his eyes seemed to have lost focus, and the whole person's spirit was gathered at one point.

"Open!"

A quaint and sacred portal emerged above Qiu Daoyu's head.

Heaven's Gate!

A martial artist needs to rely on the power provided by the Heavenly Gate to break through the Grand Master, and if the Grandmaster breaks through the Great Grandmaster, he must break the Heavenly Gate and walk out of his own way.

On that day, the green-robed old monster fused the Heavenly Gate with a bone-eroding fire, breaking the spiritual shackles and opening the path of the Great Grandmaster.

And a knife appeared in Qiu Daoyu's hand.

It was a long black knife that was joined together, and a shallow broken line in the middle split the knife into two parts.

The top half of the knife is black-red, while the bottom half is dark red, with a faint smell of blood.

This was when Qiu Daoyu was recuperating from his injuries for the past five months, and he fused Yi Congliang's Blood Transformation Divine Knife onto his Black Soul Knife.

He had thought that when he broke through to the Great Grandmaster, he would use this broken knife to challenge the Nine Demon Venerable and get back the dignity he had lost back then.

But now Qiu Daoyu has figured it out.

The past is forever stuck in the past, but he Qiu Daoyu lives in the present.

The Black Broken Knife is just a symbol, and if he can't forget it, then there will always be a flaw in his heart.

This defect will become the biggest hidden danger at the time of breakthrough.

Nine Demon Venerables, he will still face it, but not as the left-handed demon knife of the year, but as a brand new Qiu Daoyu.

A great grandmaster Qiu Daoyu!

"Broken!"

The sound of the knife was loud, Qiu Daoyu's horizontal knife broke through the air, and the fan in the sky seemed to be indestructible, and a deep knife mark appeared on the sacred and solemn portal.

Whew!!

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, like a tornado.

Above the portal, there are more and more cracks, but they seem to be crumbling, but they do not hurt the roots.

Even as Qiu Daoyu's sword light slowed down, the knife marks on the portal were gradually disappearing.

"Are you going to fail?"

The green-robed old monster whispered to himself.

He has experience in breaking through and knows that once the gate of heaven comes out, there is no way out.

If you can't succeed in one fell swoop and break the gate of heaven, you will only be drained of air and blood, and your body will die.

Looked at.

Qiu Daoyu put away his knife and did not move, and his expression did not show the slightest panic.

Then his body grew as if flatulent, his bones clicked, his white hair turned black, and he regained his youthful appearance.

His qi and blood are burning, his true qi is expanding, and his body is glowing.

It was as if he had become a knife.

It's the final gamble.

He was never a fluke hesitant.

Success is success, failure is failure!

Only in one slash!

"Kurong!"

This is a trick Qiu Daoyu has never shown the knife technique in front of people, one knife out, half life, half death.

Bang!

Tomorrow is illusory, but everyone seems to have heard a loud noise in the spiritual world, and their bodies are shaking.

Bai Li was even lying at Jiang Ping's feet, the golden hair on his head swayed from side to side, and he was no longer as strong as he was back then.

The gate of heaven is shattered, and the road of the great master is open!

"It's done!"

The green-robed old monster was shocked, and he couldn't hide his excitement:

"I knew it, I knew it, it would work!"

Jiang Ping had more confidence in Qiu Daoyu than himself, so he was not much excited to see Qiu Daoyu break through, but was interested in something else.

"Brother Green Robe, I see that Lao Qiu has changed several times in front of me, from old to young, from young to old, what kind of kung fu do you say?"

As he spoke, he stroked his gray hair.

Made, young and with white hair, how will she flirt with her sister in the future.

Girls in this year don't eat this set, they don't think it's cool when they see white hair, they just think you have an unspeakable disease.

Otherwise, at a young age, why would he be white-headed, a proper short-lived ghost, if he follows such a man, he will be widowed sooner or later.

The green-robed old monster was in a good mood, and said with a smile when he heard this: "This should be the dry and glorious Zen method of Buddhism, not dry and not glorious, not false and not empty, dry and by it, and glory by it."

What is particular about life and death is determined by it, and I see the Buddha myself.

I didn't expect Brother Qiu to still hide such a Buddhist kung fu, and he practiced so mellow and profound. ”

Isn't it normal to practice the Dharma with the magic knife?

Jiang Ping scolded in his belly.

I remembered that when I first saw Qiu Daoyu, the half of the wood-carved Buddha head in his courtyard turned out to be what it meant.

Obviously, Qiu Daoyu was able to live for more than 20 years, and this Buddhism, which can transform the qi of life and death, must have helped him a lot.

However, Jiang Ping is more concerned about another question: "After I study, can my hair turn as black as Lao Qiu?"

As for whether he can learn it, Jiang Ping, who has experience in hand, has never worried about this problem.

He has completed the natal exercises of the old man Tianzun in minutes, not to mention a copy of the Dharma.

The green-robed old monster was puzzled by Jiang Ping's strange request:

"Isn't the color good now?"

He touched his green hair, one gray and one green, what a match.