Dark clouds accumulated, and in an instant thunder roared.

Yin Pingyao stood in place, this Liuliu Peak is still the same as when he was a child, but the pavilion has changed to Taoism, and the same door has changed to Taoism. The Eternal Waterfall has not changed, and even the splash is as beautiful as before.

In fact, he can understand Chang Guxin's feelings of being knocked down to the realm, and it can even be said that his feelings are stronger than this master's. As the Tianjiao of the East Fence Sect, he has now become a sword slave, standing in his hometown in the past, looking around, but he no longer has the old knowledge.

When the old Taoist priest called out the word King Yin, the cold tooth knife in Yin Pingyao's hand could no longer bear it, but he could only let the enemy go free.

At that time, the East Fence Sect was tragically destroyed, causing the trees to fall and scatter. After his father died in this Liuliu Peak, his mother protected himself and escaped, and his cultivation was lost. His father's friend knew very well where the two of them came from, and after understanding this matter, although Yin Pingyao was talented, it was difficult to ask the fairy road. unexpectedly seized the seriously injured mother, and even sold the two to the Qiongtai Sword Sect of Li Guo as sword slaves.

The torrential rain fell suddenly, and Yin Pingyao wanted to calmly ask the Yin King, how did the lot of blood from many years ago be washed away, and it didn't leave any traces!

The rain is getting heavier and the thunder is roaring, and the waterfall is getting more and more turbulent at this time.

Chang Guxin is under this waterfall, bearing the impact of the water over and over again.

Outsiders don't know, but he can clearly feel the huge slapping of the waterfall, not just the waterfall water. Sharpen the edge of the sword to polish the foundation, sharpen the edge of the sword intent ups and downs to refine the heart. The first two days were already considered to be in a difficult situation, and it has consumed a lot of his strength to maintain it until now. Not to mention that he had to resist the surging spiritual power caused by being knocked down at the same time, and the tearing feeling that was about to forcibly penetrate his body was difficult to resist.

When the thunder sounded, the power of the waterfall rose again, and the sword intent washed down without reservation, and the spiritual power in the body roared by, constantly colliding with the meridians.

There was a lot of movement here, but no one noticed it, and even Yin Pingyao, who was not far away, stood on the shore and didn't feel that there was anything wrong here.

Chang Guxin was ruthless in his heart, so he simply forgot everything, and used all his strength to mobilize the little spiritual power that could be controlled, disrupting the rhythm of his spiritual power collision little by little. Although he couldn't move for half a minute, there was no reason to sit still.

Finally, the rhythm gradually changed from chaos to a little consistent, and he was able to use extremely scarce spiritual power to try to integrate those large strands of spiritual power to drive slightly.

When all the rhythms were completely unified, the pressure he was under at this time was far more terrifying than the previous two days.

Now, he is trying to capture the sword intent that swoops down with the flow of water, and he wants to use the spiritual power in his body to collide together, and instead imitate the rhythm of the sharpened sword, confronting the body with the outside of the body.

Another sword intent flushed, and all the spiritual power in the body rushed up. Outsiders couldn't hear it, but he could clearly sense a sharp sound coming from his body.

A spiritual aura dyed out from the pores of his body, and Yin Pingyao on the shore seemed to suddenly feel that the aura here was a little stronger, and it suddenly dissipated into nothingness.

Seeing that the method worked, Chang Guxin became more and more concentrated, he wanted to master the rhythm more accurately, and the sword blade to the sword blade was to compare who was sharper.

The door of the wooden house that had been closed for two days in the bamboo forest opened, and Zhou Zhengqing went out.

In the gazebo, Lang Yuan lazily placed one hand on the table, and the other hand held his chin. The long eyelashes fought up and down without energy, and only turned his head when he heard the movement.

The little Taoist priest cleaned up his pen and ink, no longer wrote scriptures silently, and the sudden wind and rain didn't seem to like to let him write silently all day long at a young age.

Sensing that the two people hiding in their room were finally willing to come out, they couldn't help but let go of a hanging heart for a while.

I slept in Master's room for the past two days, and I was always woken up by the sound of grinding my teeth at night, and then I was edified by a smell that didn't smell good, and I really couldn't sleep well!

"His Royal Highness King Yin, I hope you can remember your promise!" The middle-aged man's eyes fell on the waterfall on the side.

The thunder hung high in the sky, and the raindrops could not wet the clothes at all, so they could rise from the ground, wave their sleeves to summon the son who was refining their hearts under the waterfall, and the sword slave who remembered his past hometown, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and there was no trace.

Wan Nianqiu, who was meditating in the room, opened his eyes, and Chang Kefa used the waterfall to refine his son's heart, he knew it, and he knew a little about the danger.

The Immortal Waterfall of the Six Six Peaks, which helps practitioners to realize the Tao, I don't know how many years ago it began to spread, and there are not a few people who come to admire it, but no one has gained anything from it. Even he himself tried to explore many times, but he only came to a bullshit conclusion.

This great sword immortal of the Qiongtai Sword Sect, which is rare in three thousand years, does not leave half a cent of room for his own flesh and blood, and he is really confident. The sharpened sword intent hanging above the Immortal Waterfall did not stay at all, and if it became a leaf, the sword heart would become a success, and if it failed, the sword heart would die.

Originally, Wan Nianqiu was ready to save people at any time, but when Chang Guxin really fought to the death, he turned to put his mind at ease. This father and son, how similar their personalities are, they are both his mother's donkey temper.

Just now, Chang Kefa waved his sleeves, and in an instant, he covered a great atmosphere, and threatened to retreat from a thunder that he felt provoked.

Practicing together, I am most afraid of thunder. It is different from ordinary thunder, it is a kind of Tao that exists in nature, and it will only manifest when certain heavens and heavens are revealed, and it can also be regarded as a gift from heaven and earth.

Ordinary monks either try their best to avoid it, or they meet it with all their might, in order to enjoy that invisible benefit. He often has a good law, he doesn't look down on this 'little money', and he refuses to help his son, if someone sees it, he doesn't know how much saliva he has to spit out to relieve his anger.

Wan Nianqiu felt that if this Immortal Waterfall really helped people realize the spirit, I am afraid that Chang Kefa would no longer refine his heart for his son. But it's not for sure, after all, it's your own flesh and blood, and it's impossible to ask for a lottery or prevent it. After all, Chang Kefa is reluctant, but he is a kind-hearted person in Wannianqiu.

Zhou Zhengqing trotted all the way to the pavilion to take shelter from the rain, he didn't have a dusty and profound realm, and randomly picked up the paper on the table that had not been picked up by the little Taoist priest to wipe the rain on his face.

Cao Lianqing gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to speak, it was a big deal to spend more time rewriting it, if he made the creditor unhappy, it was not his own Songyunguan who was unlucky. I don't know if there is a reason for the creditor to spill in this world, the one who owes the money is the master, whether to pay it back or not, how much or less, and how long to settle the headless account book, it is not at all up to the creditor to control.

"What's the matter, little Taoist, you have a toothache?" Zhou Zhengqing glanced at Cao Lianqing, who looked strange.

"It's nothing, Senior Brother Jingchi said that my teeth are not very good, so you don't need to take it to heart." The little Taoist priest immediately smiled with a smile on his face.

The voice sounded in the rain, Wan Nianqiu put his hands on his sleeves, greeted with a smile, and walked into the pavilion slowly.

On the surface, he is quiet, but secretly he doesn't believe his eyes. is a good Dao embryo apprentice, how did he become a bit of a philistine. Reading and seeing one's own virtues every day, once you are born, you can learn bad in less than three days?

"Wan Lao Dao, look at Mr. Chang, fairy wind bones. Why are you covered in mud and rain, there is no clean and neat place"! Zhou Zhengqing was a little disgusted.

Wan Nianqiu didn't answer, but took out three thick books in his sleeve: "I have been rummaging a lot for His Royal Highness King Yin in the past two days, and in the end, these are still useful."

Zhou Zhengqing took it: "The atmosphere that the old Taoist priest said is now twisting and pinching, and the little family is a little angry."

After casually flipping through the two glances, Zhou Zhengqing immediately felt that something was wrong, only looked at the big characters on the first two covers, and before he had time to see them all, he immediately took out a free hand and grabbed the sleeve of the old Taoist: "Hey~, don't take it to heart your old man, even if I look down on people with dog eyes, the seven techniques of the Yin Fu of this scripture are atmospheric enough, and this Wenshi Zhenjing is also willing to give it away"?

Zhou Zhengqing is not very embarrassed, people have taken out all their family resources, and he is still stingy, and he really doesn't know each other. After changing half of the immortal family, he had already nailed a sword to his own cliff and thought bitterly about his mistakes.

"Good things are most worthy of a discerning person like Your Highness, and it is difficult to cover the dust with a decision." The old Taoist priest stroked his beard with one hand, and he looked like a master of Taoism.

If it is placed before, such a valuable thing, even if Zhou Zhengqing takes it, he has to weigh his own weight. This immortal portal is very concerned about its own classics, and there are not a few people who know about it because they are circulating. It's just that before leaving, my husband had an entrustment, and I can accept the gift of Wan Laodao, don't care how much, it's all friendship.

I originally thought that sentence was because I was afraid that I would not sell other people's face, and I didn't care about some trivial things, but I didn't expect to hear a counterword.

"I'm getting more and more curious, how much favor can make the old Taoist priest willing to take out these two things at the bottom of the box." Zhou Zhengqing smiled and accepted the three books.

Cao Lianqing then figured out that the black and thin brother and the beautiful sister were not creditors, but just debt collectors!

"In the past two days, Poor Dao has written down some of his own opinions, if His Highness has any confusion in the future, you might as well try to take a look." Wan Nianqiu didn't say that he owed any favors, but just instructed.

"Where did the old Taoist priest say, such a good thing, I want to chew word by word, and I will definitely not leave a single bit." Zhou Zhengqing held Wan Nianqiu's sleeve and asked the old Taoist priest to sit down, which was more pleasing to the eye.

The little Taoist priest listened to the two of them talking, and secretly wondered, he had been writing silently all day since he was a child, and that was all he could. Until now, there are only a limited number of books, but I have read a lot of scriptures. Is that a good thing?

However, Cao Lianqing didn't ask in front of the debt collector, after all, if people suddenly felt that things were not so good, wouldn't they have to give away a little! Songyunguan's good things were all on those senior brothers in his own family, and a sword with different shapes and shapes could not even be touched at ordinary times, and even if he looked at it twice, he would be counted down by the senior brothers for a long time. If it is given to outsiders, the brothers will not die of sadness.