After 300 rounds of fierce battles with the video buffer icon in the bed last night, the brother and sister finally admitted that they were not the abbot's opponent in terms of Internet speed, and rested early.

The next day, as soon as the sky was white, Chang Hao was already standing on time beside a cliff near the wing, posing against the slowly rising sunrise, and his long breath converged into the long-lasting Bai Lian Changhong, every movement was like a natural success.

There is softness and rigidity in this style of boxing, softness is softness around the fingers, and rigidity is to destroy the mountain.

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, there were 100,000 sword cultivators in Qingyun Mountain, a super sect, and aside from those mysterious sword techniques that could easily take the head of the enemy general from thousands of miles away, this set of destruction attack fist method was a compulsory course for every sword cultivator in Qingyun Mountain at that time, so that even if these sword cultivators did not have a sword in their hands, they could also have strong hand-to-hand melee ability.

Over the years, Chang Hao has only practiced Destruction Attack in the eyes of outsiders, but since he went to school, his grandfather would use his vacation time to teach him various swordsmanship in the old mansion.

Chang Ge doesn't like swordsmanship, and the old man also thinks that she has been shocked by her attainments in mechanical engineering and physics, and there is no need to learn swords, specialization is the king. Therefore, the heavy responsibility of "learning the sword well and protecting my sister in the future" naturally fell on Chang Hao. And the old man also thinks in his heart that the emperor also had the identity of the supreme kendo back then, as the saying goes, the tiger father has no dog, you kid must practice!

This has to talk about the human emperor bloodline and the dragon bloodline in Chang Hao's body.

When he was a child, he wanted to raise a kitten and a puppy, but every time he approached those small animals, the little ones who didn't have time to run away would be shocked to death by the uncontrollable dragon power on his body. I don't know why, he once went to the vegetable market with his grandfather to buy vegetables, and as soon as he entered the gate, the chickens, ducks, fish and shrimp in the entire vegetable market had a short period of suspended animation, and the cats and dogs in the roadside pet store also followed the innocent guns.

When Chang Hao was a child, when he was a child, there were four big characters written horizontally and vertically.

It's too hard for me.

This is not Xiacheng University, there are no outsiders, Chang Hao simply broke off a pine branch as a sword and compared.

The set of swordsmanship he practiced is called Yan Hui, the name is very meaningful, and the sword dance is more meaningful. Don't look at it as just a pine branch, but for a while, it also danced into the wind, and the verdant pine branches beside the cliff rattled in the wind.

The only thing Chang Hao didn't know about this Yan Hui swordsmanship was the power.

The number of monks in the era of the end of the law was extremely scarce, and ordinary street gangsters were not worthy of him to use Yan Hui, let alone mention the real sword Yan Hui, so that he still didn't know whether this style of swordsmanship was as fanciful as the old man boasted.

In fact, after practicing swords for so many years, Chang Hao sometimes feels that these swordsmanship may be because they were not created by himself, and he has learned eight or nine points of fire, but he always feels that it is a little bit worse.

The swordsmanship handed down by my father is a smart and elegant way, and in today's words, it follows the ancient method, which is a swordsmanship that can represent the pinnacle of that era.

But Chang Hao always felt that he was actually more suitable for taking the path of being fierce and domineering, not only did he think so, but Chang Ge also thought so. The reason for this is probably because the dragon genes in their bodies are ready to move, and they subtly make their brothers and sisters like to be "direct", which is not a bad thing anyway.

According to Yan Hui's know-how, he privately created a sword technique that focused on killing, but because it was only a prototype at this stage, he planned to continue to polish it for a while.

"Yan Hui was one of the few secret swordsmanship in Qingyun Mountain back then, but I didn't expect to be able to see it here today. An old voice came from a path beside the cliff.

"Abbot?" Chang Hao looked back when he heard the voice, and saw that the old Taoist priest who had a relationship with him was wearing a Taoist robe that had been washed to white, and his feet stepped on the morning light.

"Lao Dao has seen the young master. As the old Taoist priest of Qingyun Mountain Taoist Temple, he took a step forward and said nothing else, and directly visited Chang Hao, and hit Chang Hao off guard.

Chang Hao was stunned at the time, thinking to himself that I didn't do anything, how could I become a young master in a hurry?

After a long time, the old Taoist priest raised his head, and saw that the young "young master" was still full of puzzlement, so he explained with a smile: "The young master doesn't know, although the head of Qingyun Mountain in the past was not your father, but your father respected the emperor, and after the old master retreated to the second line, he used his own strength to support the resistance front led by Qingyun Mountain. The great merit of it has lasted for thousands of generations, and it is reasonable to call you a young master, and it is reasonable. Otherwise, what face do I have to meet the Shenlong seniors?"

Since the old Taoist priest can say this, it shows that he not only knows the truth buried in the long river of history, but also knows the true identity of his grandfather. Chang Hao only understood at this moment why his grandfather arranged for their brother and sister to come to Qingyun Mountain.

For the sake of this, I'm afraid this is the current scene.

Chang Hao knew that he couldn't push it off, so he had to acquiesce to the title of young master.

Although I don't know what this title is for, at least it's quite bluffing.

If she is a young master, then wouldn't Chang Ge be a princess? Chang Hao thought to himself, fortunately, Chang Ge was born in this legal society, otherwise she would have become the princess of the ancient super sect with her crazy playful nature, God knows how lawless she could be?

When Chang Hao and the old abbot returned to their residence, a steaming bowl of fried egg noodles with wild vegetables and green onions had been placed on the table, and a pair of chopsticks made of peeled branches were neatly arranged, and Chang Ge was sitting at the other end of the table looking at him with a smile.

Grandpa once said that their brother and sister's father had a cooking skill that made the gods in the sky drool when he was young, and God has always been fair, Chang Hao inherited his father's outstanding talent with a sword, and Chang Ge perfectly inherited his father's cooking skills.

Don't look at the mountains and wilderness here without a village or a store, but Chang Ge has an eye for finding ingredients and a skillful hand for cooking. It is said that behind every successful man there is a woman who pays silently, and Chang Ge is the skillful woman who can serve a bowl of nourishing medicinal food in time after her brother finishes his cultivation.

College classmates say she's a complete brother control, the overweight kind.

Chang Hao sat down in front of the bowl and quipped, "Where did the noodles and eggs come from?"

"In the morning, I used a small drone to probe the surrounding situation, and found that it was very close to the back kitchen of the Taoist temple, so I used the drone to get some of your favorite food from the back kitchen. Chang Ge rubbed the storage ring on her hand that was filled with many high-tech gadgets.

It is not an easy task to practice the destruction attack every day, not to mention that he has to practice the Yanhui swordsmanship for a while today, and he is already hungry at this time, so he will eat it when he picks up the chopsticks. Chang Ge went around behind him to help him take off his wet shirt, sat next to him and picked up a slightly hot towel to wipe his sweat carefully, seeing that the old brother was eating quickly, he smiled and said that there was not enough in the pot.

The old abbot standing at the door of the wing room smelled the rich fragrance of egg noodles in the air, and then looked at the young master throwing off his arms and feasting, and finally couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of unwilling saliva.

The stinky boys in the Taoist temple, who have been boiling egg noodles for more than ten years, are almost boiled to the ghost compared to this girl!

Chang Hao raised his head and couldn't help but smile and said to Chang Ge: "Don't be stingy, bring a bowl to the abbot." ”

A bowl of egg noodles was brought to the abbot, and the abbot looked at it, and the amount of wild vegetables and green onions was very large, except for the golden omelette on both sides in the young master's bowl.

Chang Ge clasped his hands around his chest, "I only took one egg, and only my brother can eat it." ”

The old abbot picked up the chopsticks and smiled bitterly, thinking that it was a blessing to be able to eat the noodles cooked by the emperor's daughter in this life, but he was too dissatisfied.

The two sea bowls were quickly swept away, and the old abbot did not linger any longer, and took out an ancient book from his bosom that was obviously some years old and handed it over. Chang Hao hurriedly took it and found that the paper of the ancient book had a tendency to become brittle because of its age, and if it was turned hard, it was likely to turn the entire ancient book into a handful of fly ashes.

The cover of the ancient book has the words "Qingjing Sutra".

"Although the Shenlong seniors are advanced in cultivation, but the minor majors are still shallow, the Shenlong seniors were born as dragons, and to be honest, they don't have much involvement in the elementary exercises at the beginning of the human race's cultivation. Although the elders can directly improve your cultivation, doing so is tantamount to helping the seedlings grow, and it will be harmful to your future cultivation. Cultivation is not only based on the strength of spiritual power and the level of realm, but also on understanding. Therefore, Lao Dao boldly speculated that the reason why the old-timers asked you to come to Qingyun Mountain was to find a mental method suitable for your cultivation. ”

The old abbot said kindly: "This "Qingjing Sutra" is a well-known mental method in both the Qi Cultivation Realm and the Foundation Building Realm. I observe that the spiritual power in the two young subjects is full, the qi and blood are vigorous, and the Zhou Tian is running smoothly, but there is a lack of a good mental method to mediate the state of mind. As long as the state of mind and spiritual power go hand in hand, the foundation building realm will be close at hand. ”

The old abbot is a person with wise roots, and he will soon ponder the thoughts of the old man Chang. At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the bloodline of the human emperor is worthy of being the most noble bloodline in the land of Kyushu, which is really enviable.

You must know that Wudang Mountain, Longhu Mountain, where incense is at its peak in Taoism today, those old people and heavenly masters who have lived for more than 100 years are only the cultivation in the middle and late stages of the foundation building realm. And now that two young people of only seventeen or eighteen years old have already put half of their feet on the threshold of the foundation building realm, how can he not sigh that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves?

Times have changed.

The old man walked to the trail down the mountain and said to Chang Hao: "Young master, the old man knows that you will not stay in Qingyun Mountain for a long time this time, and even the land under our feet will not be able to keep you for too long. Although Qingyun is no longer as glorious as it was five thousand years ago, please don't forget that in the distance of the starry sky, there are still countless people in Qingyun waiting for you silently. ”

"This call from all over the mountains, young master, did you hear it?"

The old man closed his eyes and put his hands to his ears.

Chang Hao took a deep breath and put himself in the wind, his thoughts drifting away.

In the reflection of divine consciousness, there seemed to be a black figure with broad shoulders standing in front of the main hall of Qingyun Mountain, looking back at him from afar, and that moment seemed to freeze time.

"Hmm. He smiled faintly.