"Ordinary people say that cultivation is good, but what is good about cultivating the Tao?"

"Before I can remember, I was included in the Tianxin View by the master, and I was a cultivator when I was a child, and none of the cultivators I saw were happy people, nor did I see any good people. ”

"Let's not talk about Tianxinguan, everyone is in danger, who is not afraid of being calculated? Which one is not trembling? All the same sect members are worried about being punished by the teacher, and once they are punished, they will see the difference between life and death, how can they have a good life? Even those elders have to worry about encountering a powerful opponent and being killed, Rao is lucky, and if they don't meet an opponent, they also have to worry about failing in refining the method and going mad. ”

"What is the difference between those Emei disciples I saw in Mount Emei this time and our Demon Sect disciples? When my skills are low, I am also worried that I will be randomly found by the teacher, and I will be punished for unreasonable reasons. A few elders of Emei, didn't they just go to fight with others in those days? Emei Mountain was also attacked by Xiaoyao Mansion! Even if there was no time to fight, it was just barren mountains and mountains, lonely and lonely......

"It is said that if you have the ability, you will not be bullied. But if you have the ability, you will naturally have people with greater ability to bully you, unless you are invincible in the world, where can you not be bullied? Even if you are invincible in the world, will you not be attacked by the crowd?"

"I don't think I'm bad at asking myself, none of the fellow disciples of Tianxinguan are as strong as me, even if it's the Emei faction, the worst disciples, such as Xie Lingxun and others, may not be as good as me, and they are not hiding in Tibet like a lost dog?"

Wang Chong thought of this, and thought again: "But what's so good about mortals?"

"If the family is poor and weak, it will be oppressed by others, and if the family has a big business, it will fight for the furniture, and the relatives will also turn their faces, and even collude with outsiders to assassinate their relatives. The days are not good, the days are hard, the sky is soaring, like walking on thin ice, maybe a holy decree is to be copied and beheaded. When you encounter a cultivator like me, maybe there will be a flying disaster, how innocent is that young man named Tang Jingyu? Although I have never seen this person, he can be regarded as dying at my hands......

Wang Chong sighed slightly, and said in his heart: "It's still those Buddhist bald men who are right: all sentient beings are suffering......! It is all sentient beings in the world, including us cultivators. Lao Tzu has grown up since he was a child, and he has been blistered with coptis water, and it is very bitter......"

He was thinking about his mind wildly, when suddenly he heard the noise and the barking of dogs, and he couldn't help but follow the sound.

A vicious dog chases a doll and bites wildly.

The doll was only five or six years old, and she was dressed in a coarse cloth gown, but she was also fat and cute.

The vicious dog is the size of a calf, how can he resist a little milk doll? He can't even run, he only knows how to cry, and he is covered in blood in a blink of an eye, and he is about to be bitten to death.

Although Wang Chong was not a kind person, he couldn't stand this kind of thing, so he wanted to take action at that time.

Unexpectedly, he just detained a stone in his hand, and he heard the vicious dog suddenly scream, fell to the ground softly, struggled a few times, and whined for his life.

Wang Chong was an expert, and his eyes were sharp, knowing that someone had made a move, he looked around, but found an elderly Taoist priest in the crowd.

The old Taoist priest's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't care about the things around him, but the sleeve of his robe in his left hand shook without wind, and there was a faint shallow mana around his body, obviously he had just used some kind of spell.

Wang Chong escaped from Mount Emei, and every day he was worried about being approached by the people of the Heavenly Heart of the Master, and he was also worried about being approached by the people of Emei.

Anyway, he has a lot of heads, and it's not a good thing for anyone to come to the door.

At that moment, Wang Chong was a little more thoughtful, after all, there were few cultivators, where could he wander on the street and meet one? He was afraid that this old Taoist priest had something to do with the two families.

Wang Chong was in his heart, and he didn't care about the doll, his family had already rushed over, hugged the child and cried bitterly, so he didn't need to bother.

Wang Chong turned around lightly, crossed through another street, strengthened his feet, hurried a few steps, and followed the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest secretly made a move, and then drifted away, but he looked like a master.

He walked a few steps, suddenly frowned slightly, pinched a trick, and gently raised it back. The old Taoist's spell is not a powerful attacking technique, but it is quite vigilant.

When Wang Chong was in Tianxinguan, he also refined the eight veins of the Strange Scriptures, and the twelve righteous characters, in the world, they were the mixed elements of success, and they were only one step away from stepping into the innate immortal masters.

Now, although he has transferred to the Yuanyang Sword Technique, his skills have not yet recovered to the realm of Tianxinguan, but Wang Chong thinks to himself, with the Yuanyang Sword in hand, if this old Taoist priest is really coming at him, he will not have a chance to sneak attack while he is unprepared.

Wang Chongzheng was secretly thinking about how to probe the details of this old Taoist priest, and suddenly felt a breeze blowing on his face, and there was a loud bang on his wrist, but it was the Yuanyang Sword that was alarmed.

He soothed Yuanyang Sword with a flick of his wrist, but he also knew that he couldn't hide it anymore, and walked out of the street corner.

The old Taoist priest frowned slightly, he didn't expect that such a child was following him. He has a very powerful enemy, and he is often wary of people seeking revenge, and he is awake, and he finds that he is being followed, casting spells, and trying to force people out.

Wang Chong, an eleven or twelve-year-old child, is obviously not his opponent.

The old Taoist priest didn't want to do much, so he made a joke and asked softly, "Why does the little donor follow the poor road?"

Wang Chong laughed and said, "It's just that I saw that the Taoist chief punished the vicious dogs with clever methods, so I was curious." ”

The old Taoist priest thought about it, smiled slightly, and said: "The old Taoist priest can't do it, and the little donor is wrong." ”

Wang Chong laughed dumbly, and was about to laugh at the other party for lying to his face, when he suddenly felt his body tighten, and five or six black ropes were wrapped around his body.

"Six Yin stumbling horses!?"

Wang Chong knew the origin of this spell, but it was just an ordinary side method, but if he was tied up, it would be quite troublesome. He hurriedly stroked his wrist, and the Yuanyang Sword didn't bother to move, but only gave birth to a sword intent, and immediately cut off five or six black ropes together.

Wang Chong jumped away in one step, he knew that this method could only be ambushed in advance, and could not be moved casually, so he refused to stay where he was.

The old Taoist priest wanted to capture Wang Chong and ask about the origin of this child, but how he could see through his hiding, but he didn't hurt anyone. But he didn't expect that this kid was actually equipped with swordsmanship, and he couldn't help but be surprised, and hurriedly shouted: "I have no malice, young man, don't misunderstand." ”

Wang Chong tried to find out that although this old Taoist priest had some spells, he was just the skills of an ordinary warlock, and it was impossible to be a person from Mount Emei, nor was it the number of Tianxinguan, his heart was slightly relieved, and he bounced out of a stone that he was holding in his hand.