Jiang Ping was immersed in the storage bag, and saw his belongings quietly placed in the storage bag. An incense burner, a broken bowl and four sets of clothes, a bottle of elixir, an identity token, and three spirit stones.

The two jade cicadas have already been sent out, and there are so many things on their bodies. The two methods of "Qiling Xiao Zhou Tianfa" and "Cultivating Spirits" have been memorized and memorized, and the books were burned and destroyed by the two, so there is no need to worry about others robbing them.

According to what the master said, all the Qingshimen exercises must not be allowed to be passed on. But one of these two exercises was taken by the master after killing an immortal cultivation family, and the other was created by the master himself, and neither of them was included in the Qingshimen precepts.

"Master, is the old man so far away from you?"

In the sky, a fish-shaped flying magic weapon flew in the sky for more than an hour, the blue sky was full of white clouds, and a koi-shaped magic weapon flew in the air, a bit of a fish swimming in the air.

There were three people sitting in the fish-shaped magic vessel, a middle-aged man and two children. The children are naturally Jiang Ping and Jiang Tong, and the middle-aged man is their master Wang Ming.

Wang Ming took out his white porcelain wine jug again, took a sip from his mouth, and glanced out the window, "Your ancestor is three thousand miles away from our Xiaocui Mountain, which belongs to the more remote place of Qingshimen. ”

"Master, why didn't our Xiaocui Mountain plant elixirs and raise spirit beasts and birds in a circle?" Jiang Tong asked, Jiang Ping didn't ask again when he saw Jiang Tong asking himself, he didn't understand it, but it was also good to have a junior brother who likes to ask questions to do it for himself.

Wang Ming said with a smile, "Our Xiaocui Mountain is so big, you two don't know how to fly, how do you know that I haven't planted it?" Don't talk about this, after that, my spiritual garden will be handed over to the two of you, but Jiang Ping, you also need to build your own spiritual garden, plant medicinal herbs, you will use it in the future." If you have the conditions, you can usually store some spirit grass seeds, plus I have some there, which should be enough for you to use. If I enter the golden pill stage, I will also plant some more for you. ”

"Master, we will grow it ourselves, and we won't bother your old man. Jiang Ping nodded, knowing that he was different from others, and the master must have some intention when he said this. But the spiritual herb elixir is a must for every monk, and the master himself also needs it.

"Spirit grass cultivation is originally a technical job, and I don't know if you have learned it. Besides, if you plant it yourself, you don't know what year and month it will take to grow three-flowered rhizomes and grow leaves!" Wang Ming pointed his finger, and a white transmission note flew in from the window, Wang Ming stretched out his hand and swept his sense, then sneered and shouted: "Lou Huan!

Below the fish-shaped flying magic weapon, the mountains are stacked on top of each other, densely packed with countless trees, and as soon as this sound sounds, countless birds fly up and down, and they don't know where they fall.

"You have to be ready to die!"

"Prepare to die!"

"Prepare ......"

At this time, the Flying Fish Magic Weapon stayed in the sky.

On the steep mountain peak below, a man stood on the top of Zhizi Peak, his lips were red and his teeth were white, his age seemed to be only thirty years old, and a straight sword was behind him, arrogant and resolute!

He looked at the Flying Fish magic weapon and stopped, and laughed: "Yes, I'll take it!"

The sound was booming, and I don't know how many people listened to it.

"Senior brother!" At the bottom of the peak, in front of the door of Qionglou Yuyu, another young man couldn't help but shout, "That Wang Ming is already one hundred and eighty years old, and the life span of the foundation building period is about to disappear, why do you want to fight with him, besides, this person does not accept ordinary exchanges at all, once he fights, he must be the Commander Table! You don't know the rules of the Commander Terrace, and you will not die endlessly! And the sect will not stop it at all." ”

Lou Huan flew down from a high place and landed beside the young man, "Senior brother, you have only built the foundation, and you don't understand what kind of mentality people like me who have been building the foundation for nearly a hundred years are." The spirit lake in my body is ten zhang, there are not many spirit flowers, if the soul spirit wants to merge, you must give yourself some external force, and only when the life and death battle, the soul spirit can be integrated under the pressure of external forces, and ordinary exchanges have no benefit at all. ”

"But ......"

"You're worried that I'll be killed by Wang Ming, hahaha, he Wang Ming lived to be one hundred and eighty years old, and I also lived one hundred and fifteen! Even if I die in this battle, this life is worth it!" Lou Huan laughed, got up and entered Qionglou Yuyu, preparing to kill the monarch the day after tomorrow.

Inside the Flying Fish Artifact.

"Next?" Jiang Ping was shocked, and hurriedly looked at the master, "Master, he ......"

Wang Ming's face showed a cruel smile, which looked a little terrifying, and even Jiang Ping and Jiang Tong saw that their hairs rose and felt cold on their backs.

"The cause of your senior brother Su Mu's death, I suspect that it is related to Lou Huan, otherwise it would be impossible for Su Mu to be ambushed and snatched away from the magic weapon not long after leaving the Qingshi Gate. I cast the spell, and the aura of the artifact first hovered around Zhizi Peak, and then the aura disappeared. I asked him to fight before, but he refused, but at this time he took the initiative to ask me, and it seems that his bottleneck period has also arrived. Wang Ming rubbed his temples, thinking about the cause and effect, and checking whether there were loopholes and traps.

I had long heard Niu Buli mention that the genius disciple of the master was killed, and I thought it was done outside the sect, but now it seems that it is still related to the sect. It seems that the bluestone gate is not a good place, and it is also full of ugly and dirty things.

"Master, what is the Commander Stage?" Jiang Tong looked ignorant, vaguely guessing something.

"Immortal cultivators, like mortals, also have strife and infighting. The second rule of the Qingshi Gate is to prohibit the disciples of the sect from killing each other! However, after an irreconcilable fight, the two sides agreed to go to the 'Cutting Monarch Terrace', which is a place to settle the internal strife, and there is no regret for the death or injury, and no one else is allowed to interfere. Wang Ming explained to the two that when he smashed Lou Huan's transmission note, the two sides reached an agreement.

Jiang Ping understood as soon as he heard it, the so-called Killing Jun Tai was the same as the nature of the 'Fighting Martial Arts' agreed with Wang Yi before, but the name was different.

"Master, you ......" Jiang Ping couldn't help but worry, after all, Master was old, and if he didn't have enough mana, he wouldn't be able to do it...... I just found a master who is like my father, but I don't want to lose him now.

Wang Ming knew what they were thinking when he saw the appearance of the two, and said with a smile: "You two don't have to worry, Lou Huan will not be the opponent of the master if he trains hard for thirty years, why do they think I am staying at the peak of the late stage of foundation building, and compete for the first person to be a monk in the foundation building period? Hmph, this name has a fart!"

Jiang Ping and Jiang Tong looked at each other and smiled, sticking out their tongues, it was really strange that the indifferent and arrogant master had burst out foul language for the first time.

The weather was clear, and the clouds were lazy.

In a basin of the endless mountains, there is a paradise. There is a large lake here, the north side of the lake is flat, and many exquisite wooden buildings are built one after another. In the distance, there is a verdant garden in which several people are working......

It's not like a place where immortal cultivators live, it's more like a hermit.

The fish-shaped flying magic weapon landed on the edge of the lake, and a young man in white flew over with a jade flute.

He immediately bent down and saluted: "The ancestor said that there is a guest to visit, which senior is my Tao, but I don't want to be Uncle Wang." Tang Jing has seen Uncle Wang. ”

Jiang Ping came out of the mermaid, and with a wave of the sleeves of his robe behind Wang Ming, the fish-shaped flying magic weapon was gone.

"Tang Jing?" Wang Ming looked at him for a moment and said, "The last time I saw you was more than ten years ago, at that time, you were still a young man who had just cultivated, and you were also a monk in the late stage of qi refining at this time." ”

Tang Jing hurriedly bowed down and replied respectfully: "Actually, my nephew went to visit Xiaocui Mountain, but the old man Huazheng always said that you were too busy to see you." ”

Wang Ming waved his hand and said, "I'm not busy, I'm just letting Hua Zheng give this to the visitors." ”

Tang Jing smiled bitterly, Uncle Wang was really a weirdo, and he didn't even want to say anything about the scene. He glanced at the two people behind Wang Ming, and saw two children standing quietly behind the uncle, only Jiang Ping blinked to greet him.

"Uncle Shi, the ancestor is in the hall, please come in. Tang Jing bowed down and led the way for Wang Ming.