Ming Tang greeted him and drank: "The old man is mighty, unparalleled in the world, and he is really the first person in the world." Ming Tang looked at the ethereal with a smile on his face, the stronger the old man, the brighter his future was for Ming Tang.

Ethereal said: "Shenwei is the world, unparalleled in the world, I'm afraid it won't be my turn yet." ”

What Ming Tang said is a bit exaggerated, after all, the ethereal body is now just a physical incarnation, to be called a god of power, it is still early, it is indeed not an exaggeration to say that he is unparalleled in the world, although his cultivation realm has been staying in the martial arts five heavens, but his physical realm is in just two months from an ordinary body to a body containing terrifying power of the spirit body, this speed, how can it not be called against the sky.

Ming Tang hunched his waist and complimented: "With your talent, Master, it will be a matter of time before Megatron Huanyu becomes a matter of time." ”

"I hope so." ”

"Pack up early, the spring party is about to start, and we have to go back early. With his physical cultivation in the spirit realm, he was already able to fly in the air, but he still insisted on walking back, in order to prevent the prying eyes of people with intentions, thus bringing unnecessary trouble to himself.

The master and servant of the ethereal and Ming Tang walked among the mountains, talking and laughing happily, discussing the problems of cultivation, saying that it was a discussion, but in fact, it was also the ethereal talking, and Ming Tang listened carefully on the side, occasionally asking one or two questions.

......

It has been a week since Ethereal and Ming Tang returned to their courtyard, and in this week, Ethereal has stayed in his own room for twenty-four hours with his eyes closed and wandered to the Heavenly Dao, comprehending the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao, never leaving the room an inch, and meeting the senior brothers and sisters in the sect, who are even more homely than the real-life version of the otaku.

On this day, the whole sect was busy, preparing for tomorrow's New Year.

Looking up at the sky, you can see a disciple passing by the sword anytime and anywhere, and occasionally you can see an elder of a certain peak stepping into the air to a certain peak. In normal times, you can't see it, even if you carry eight sedan chairs to invite his old man, you can't see that people will take care of you, and it is a rare thing to see it today.

On the road, there are disciples who drive ox carts to hand out new clothes from house to house, and at this time, there are many male disciples who form gangs and pull their teammates to go to those places with spiritual springs or spiritual pools to lurk, waiting to peek at those women to go inside to take a bath, and maybe they may also have an ambiguous relationship with a female disciple. The chances of this kind are very small, and basically no one will have a slim hope, that is, they will meet the little request in their hearts.

Peeking at female disciples taking a bath is indeed a heart-warming thing, once it is discovered, it will beat your father and mother so that they don't know you, so they are willing to stop, but they still can't resist the male disciples' fanaticism for peeping at female disciples taking a bath.

"Master, master!" Ming Tang hurriedly ran in from the outside, and without even knocking on the door, he entered the ethereal room. Then I saw that the ethereal was concentrating on painting an image, in the portrait was a middle-aged man, his head was angular, and the heroic spirit at the center of his eyebrows was restrained, which invisibly gave people a kind of majesty. He was wearing a five-colored robe, which was similar to the five elements.

"What's the fuss about? Ethereal stopped the paintbrush in his hand and looked at Mingtang.

"Master, what is this?" Ming Tang looked at the person on the portrait suspiciously.

Ethereal sighed: "The portrait of my ancestor... I have seen the true face of the ancestor in the portrait of the old man, but I have never been able to draw that charm, what is wrong. ”

Ming Tang looked at the portrait, and there was a sense of absurdity, the person in the painting seemed to be standing in front of him and looking at him, and the endless coercion made him breathless, and he felt a sense of suffocation.

Seeing this, he took the scroll, and Ming Tang gasped for breath, a little afraid, "It must be the old slave who offended Mrs. Zeng, otherwise Mrs. Zeng would not be angry with me." "If it weren't for the master here, I'm afraid he would have to be here today.

Ming Tang accidentally saw a wooden table in the corner of the wall, and an incense burner was placed on the table, and a few burning incense sticks were inserted into the incense burner, enshrined a scroll of paintings hanging on the wall. The person in the painting is an old man, he is wearing a plain robe, wearing a plain flowing cloud crown, although his face is a little wrinkled, his face is ruddy, his eyes are smart, his spirit is very strong, and the whole person is full of energy. His long silver-white hair was draped around his waist, and the aura on his body was deep and simple and gave people a kind of majesty, which was the majesty of a superior who had been in a position for a long time. He holds a pen in his right hand and a book in his left hand, in which there are great avenue runes written one after another, and there is a rhyme flowing above the runes, and the end is mysterious.

He stood on the top of the mountain, his eyes staring ahead, as if he wanted to tear open the heavens and the earth and free himself from the cage of the trapped beast.

Mingtang's whole body was trembling, it was a tremor from the soul.

He said sharply: "No one can enter my room without my permission!" If he hadn't been there just now, Ming Tang would have been buried here inexplicably.

Mingtang finally understood why the appearance of immortals was ignored by mortals, and the names of immortals were not discussed by mortals.

"Yes!" layers of cold sweat broke out on Mingtang's back, withdrew, returned to the courtyard, sat on the stone bench, and his body was still chilling in the sun.

Ethereal closed the room, walked out of the hall, came to Mingtang, and patted him on the shoulder, "What did you look for me just now?"

Ming Tang came to his senses and said, "Master, what did the old slave want to tell you just now?"

Listening to the noisy voices outside the courtyard, Ming Tang remembered what he was about to say just now, "That's right, master." There are a lot of disciples outside, and I don't know what they are going to do, why don't we follow and see what is going on?"

Ethereal refused without even thinking about it, the reason was very simple, "It's just a pink skeleton, what qualifications do you have to let me go!"

The ethereal tone was indifferent: "If you want to go, go away, I said, as long as you don't betray me, I won't control your freedom, you can do whatever you want, it has nothing to do with me." ”

"Master, the old slave is loyal to you, and there is no second heart. Ming Tang knelt on the ground, his forehead kept tapping the ground, and the blood slowly flowed down.

Ethereal: "Ahem, get up." ”

Mingtang's forehead slammed on the ground, "Master, if you don't believe in the old slave, the old slave can't kneel for a long time." ”

Ethereal helped Mingyu up: "Why is this?"

"If the old man doesn't believe in me, the old slave can only apologize with death to repay the old man's kindness. After speaking, Ming Tang ran the spiritual power in his body retrograde, and the meridians in his body began to expand rapidly, causing blood flow to be blocked, bleeding from the seven orifices, and the heart and veins were stiff, and he died of exhaustion due to insufficient blood supply.

Ethereal looked at Ming Tang, who had already died of anger, and finally took out a 'Golden Pill of Life and Death' for him to take.

After a while, Ming Tang slowly opened his eyes, looked at the ethereal, and said weakly: "Master, why do you still want to save me." ”

Ethereal did not answer, "Go down and rest." ”

The ethereal gaze when he looked at Ming Tang changed, and it was a little different from before.

- End of chapter