For a long time in the future, the little beggars lived in the bright scenery of purple and red, and in the dilapidated and dilapidated city god temple, there were more bright and bright colors, and the little yellow flowers growing in the corner of the wall fought high and low. Of course, there is also a little more life in this rarely human City God Temple, and the daily painful wails are endless, and thanks to the fact that there is no one living near the Northern Regions, you have to invite a ghost-hunting celestial master to take the monsters.

"Lao Hua, what kind of bullish method do you say are the top ten masters of the Heavenly and Human Realms in this world?" At this time, the little beggar was lying on the bluestone ground of the City God Temple, rubbing his aching buttocks, while looking at the small book called "Xuanyu Miscellaneous Talk". This book is much more beautiful than people, and the new ones are brought back by Lao Hua to the little beggar two days ago, and they are said to be the most sought-after goods in Shushengzhai. The little beggar cherished it so much that he even had to put a layer of thatch on it when he slept, which was not enough, and then covered it with a layer, saying that the books were all delicate and weak, and the wind and the moon could not be blown by the wind.

"Presumably my level. ”

"With your little fart trick, you can fool my little beggar. The little beggar said disdainfully, "Look at these top ten masters, don't say that all of them are first-class powerful, the ability to name this name is not bad, Hua Jiujian, Shikong, Qingyu ......"

The little beggar didn't notice that when he said the name "Hua Jiujian", a gloomy look flashed between the old flower's eyebrows on the side. "They came up with the name themselves?"

The little beggar was speechless for a while, but then thought about it and said, "Why can't I? Isn't my little beggar's name my own? It seems that I still have the potential to become a master!"

"You, you have a name?" "Why not." The little beggar retorted with a dissatisfied face, "You stole me, and you didn't even steal my name, this work is not meticulous." I'll call myself 'Flower Beggar'. As he spoke, he lifted his chin proudly, feeling more and more that the name was unprecedented.

"Why is the surname Hua?" Lao Hua looked at the little beggar with a puzzled expression.

"What's your last name?" said the little beggar seriously. If you don't follow the old flower, do you follow the yellow dog?" "Huh, the old flower, you are still two miles of the top ten masters of the flower family!" This Hua Yihan's name is better, but it is a little too soft, and it is still not as good as my flower beggar. ”

Lao Hua looked at the little beggar and didn't speak. "By the way, you didn't even tell me what your name was. ”

"Pei Yu. "What! You don't have the surname Hua?"

"Why do I have the surname Hua?" "Then why do you call Lao Hua?" ”

"You called me Lao Hua, how do I know?" The little beggar with a shocked face was stunned by Lao Hua's question, it seemed to be the same thing. But you always call yourself old-fashioned, you don't necessarily have to refute me? Now it's okay, the little beggar has no father and no mother, and I don't know whose child it has become.

"Then I changed my name to Pei Qizi. The little beggar looked at Lao Hanamichi with a shy face.

"Don't, our ancestors will be angry. Lao Hua hurriedly waved his hand at the little beggar to stop.

The little beggar looked at Lao Hua fiercely, "Hmph, if you don't change it, you won't change it, but my Lao Hua family is also a big family with two masters, and it is rich and noble." Thinking about it like this, I was immediately much more satisfied.

"It's just a false name, but it's just a name according to the well-known masters in the world, there are thousands of heroes in the world, and there are not necessarily fewer hidden old monsters. Lao Hua said with disdain on his face.

The little beggar didn't listen to it, thinking that this was "Lao Pei" jealous of his "old flower" family.

"Lao Hua, this book says that there are seven realms of cultivation, which realm does your fart kung fu belong to?" asked the little beggar as he carefully flipped through the book in his hand. "Heaven and Man Realm, do you believe it?"

The little beggar suddenly turned his head and looked at Lao Zhaohua with an ignorant expression, "People's heavenly and human realms are the momentum of heaven and earth of big people, if your ability to break farts is heavenly and human realm, then this world must not stink? ”

"You don't believe me. ”

"The sage said, books are like medicine, and you have a long way to go. The little beggar pretended to be old-fashioned, and said in a tone of teaching the younger generation. Look at the old flowers on the side full of black lines.

"The upper three realms, the lower three realms, and the middle interval is a dead realm. Most people in the world are trapped in the lower three realms, and there are very few who dare to survive the catastrophe, and only those who have really passed the death can be regarded as a character. Breaking the shackles, passing the pulse, and Pidan are the bases, and the sea, Naling, and heaven can be said to have stepped into the road. Among them, the three realms of brokenness, death, and heaven and man are the most difficult, and as the three hurdles of cultivation, where is it so easy. "Lao Hua said to the little beggar's "sage said" indifferently, and said to himself.

The little beggar looked at the old flower in surprise, as if he didn't expect that he also had two pamphlets in his stomach. "Then you can help me estimate what kind of realm it is. The little beggar suddenly approached Lao Hua with a flattering face, and said with a smile.

"You?" Lao Hua pondered for a moment, "Eighth Realm." ”

"Is this the Avenue of Transcendence!" the little beggar jumped up in surprise and thought deeply, "I'll just say that the little beggar is not an ordinary person." Every time I walk down the street, others are shocked by my momentum. Another year, I chased the vicious dogs away, and the vicious dogs did not dare to bark. Also, once caught a bird and stepped on an empty cliff, but it hung on a tree, and he didn't fall to his death. ”

The old flower on the side was speechless for a while. You've got a fart and it smells pretty much the same. Vicious dog, whose dog can you be besides bullying the yellow dog? Do you dare to say that jumping off the cliff is a low plateau, and you have crushed a large piece of other people's small tea trees...... Lao Hua looked at the little beggar who was fluttering with his eyes, and sighed silently.

"What's the name of this Eighth Realm? It doesn't even say it in the book. ”

"Dreams. ”

The little beggar who stared at the old flower with fiery eyes suddenly exclaimed: "Dream! The big skill is different, the names are different, the two words, no wonder the sages always say, the road is simple, don't lie to me and call Huazi." The little beggar was beautiful, and her eyes floated higher than the other, "Then why don't I have to cultivate?

Lao Hua looked at the shocked look on the little beggar's face, and wanted to beat him up in her heart: "Who said you didn't cultivate!"

"How did I cultivate?"

"Daydreaming. Lao Hua rolled his eyes at him.

Now the little beggar understood, it turned out that there was everything in the dream, and the high little head was wilted in a blink of an eye, and his face was decadent. "You'll fool me into calling Hanako. The little beggar glared at the old flower.

Why do I know that your thinking is so flying?

"Then there is no eighth realm?" the little beggar was still a little unconvinced.

"Who said no, but the world has never seen it. Dao dispute, Dao dispute, the reason why this dispute is cruel is because of the eighth realm. Those characters in the realm of heaven and man, which one doesn't want to take a step forward. But the difficulty is that the avenue is ruthless, and every time the road is arguing, it is a bloody storm. ”

The little beggar also seemed to be interested, and said in a daze: "Is it the battle of the Great Dao that is mentioned in the small book once in 10,000 years?"

"Yes. A Taoist battle once every 10,000 years. Lao Hua nodded, but there was sadness in her eyes. The avenue is ruthless, this way, where is it so contentious. The Tao is ruthless, but what is truly ruthless is the Tao.

"The book says that the last time I fought was twelve years ago, but fortunately I won't be able to catch up next time. The little beggar patted his chest, looking relieved.

"Don't you want to see the big scene?"

"The scene is big or not, and it has nothing to do with my little beggar, the little beggar can't live to be a 10,000-year-old monster. I only know that after the war, there will be people without their homes, and without their parents, there will be many little beggars who will wander. Although the wandering is also free, but the market called Huazi is deep, the new little called Huazi is not enough, they are all villains who have not walked through the village alleys, they can't stand the rain, the wind and the sun, there are hard days without a meal, thin arms and legs, early to give wild dogs to eat. Besides, if two powerful corners come out, it will be difficult for us old people to get along again, and I'm afraid they will rob us of our broken bowls. The little beggar looked at the craggy rubble outside the defeated Chenghuang Temple, and said stupidly.

Lao Hua never thought that the little beggar's unserious head could figure out so many things, and the poor man who smiled also had a very happy taste.

The eyes of the big and the small suddenly became sad, the little one was thinking about the fate of many little beggars, and the old one was stunned, not knowing what to ponder. After a long time, Lao Hua suddenly sighed deeply: "There are only a thousand years left in this Dao dispute. ”

The sadness on the face of the little beggar who heard the words changed to shock in a blink of an eye, and then to joy again.

This makes Lao Huahua incomprehensible, and his expression becomes too fast, right?" asked Lao Hua confusedly, unable to figure out the shell of his little slippery head.

"Then I have a chance to see the magic skills of the top ten masters?" the little beggar rubbed his hands, his face full of excitement.

"This ...... It's your business, why don't you think about a lot of little beggars?"

"Hehe, the sage said, the sky is falling, there are old flowers on top, and it is not my little beggar's turn to worry. The little beggar looked at the old flower heartlessly, "Do I have a chance?"

Lao Hua couldn't say anything to his flying brain, and said with his forehead: "Yes, there will be after death." ”

"Don't be afraid, my little beggar is also a top-notch and unique character from the mountain pimple village, a small scene, the fourth realm, and a flick of his fingers will ......"

"Whew-" The little beggar who was in pain exhaled, and was hit by the back of the old flower's head, "You can also succumb to the fourth realm, you can collapse the fart first, I'm afraid that if someone else flicks his fingers, you will be gone." ”

"Aren't you just a few years older than me? The little beggar looked at the old flowers on the side and muttered aggrievedly.

Lao Hua didn't bother to argue with him anymore.

"Why a thousand years?" the little beggar, who had comforted his head, remembered what Lao Hua said, and asked with a puzzled face.

"I don't know. After the Dao Struggle ended twelve years ago, all the powerhouses of the Heavenly and Human Realms said this, but no one knew why. There was someone who said something 'the sky was broken', but no one believed it. Lao Hua wrinkled her brows together, unable to understand, and the gloom in her eyes flowed out abruptly.

"Aren't there any multicolored stones to mend the sky?" asked the little beggar stupidly.

"Perhaps. ”

Leaning on the door frame of the broken temple, the little beggar looked up at the sky for a long time, it was still blue, the white clouds were fluttering, the birds were chirping, and the breeze was wisps, but there was not a trace of cracks. It's not broken, the little beggar thought happily, the old flower is fooling my little beggar to read more.