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The hour is coming, and the morning sun is rising.

The orange sun stretched for a long time, the bonfire in the crape myrtle hall was extinguished, and the green smoke curled, Wang Qingyuan opened his eyes and saw that outside the crape myrtle palace, a familiar figure was gradually approaching.

Qingliu is dressed in a gray robe, but it looks a little shabby, there are many tears in the sleeves, he is dusty, but his temperament has undergone some transformation, a little less immature, a little more sharp, and there is also a long sword wrapped in black cloth behind his back.

"Shuangfeng County, Jiyuan Town, ten acres of fertile land in the north of the town, one acre of fertile land is exhausted, it becomes sandy soil, and nine acres of fertile land are recovered. ”

Qingliu took a long breath, a little tired, and then took out a pot of wine from his arms, poured two sips into his mouth, and then threw it to Wang Qingyuan far away, saying: "Drink two sips, this day is cold and heavy, and the blood is alive." ”

Wang Qingyuan drank less, and in the past, he drank one or two less during the New Year's holidays, and now when he received the wine jug, he stared at it and poured it full.

Long wine into the throat, very spicy, this is the cheapest liquor in the market, usually used by the craftsmen of Caoyun Muxing to ward off the cold in winter, but for Wang Qingyuan today, there is not so much attention, a sip of wine in the stomach, the blood up and down the body are faintly boiling, warm.

"The Hu family in Jiuligang, Qingshan Town, Yunyang County, 19 acres of fertile land are all there, and all of them have been recovered. ”

"Twenty-nine acres. Qingliu's eyes lit up.

"There is also Dahe Town, Penghu County, 15 acres of fertile land, 3 acres of abandoned land, and 13 acres of land returned to Zhao. ”

In the distance, a voice sounded that seemed a little out of order, the fat man was dressed in a short cedar, one hand was holding a cloth flat burden, and the other hand was holding an oily fat chicken and biting, and slowly stepped into the palace gate.

Qingliu's face turned black all of a sudden, and he said coldly: "You count Lao Tzu again, fifteen acres of fertile land, three acres are wasted, and there are still a few acres left!"

The fat man was stunned, took away the chicken leg stuffed with a mouthful, smiled, and said: "Twelve acres, twelve acres, it's not that my family was poor when I was a child, I had to borrow books and copy, I learned a lot of Taoist scriptures, and I lacked a lot of Taoism, and I can't blame me for having a specialization in the art industry." ”

As soon as Qingliu lifted the cloth on the flat shoulder, he saw dozens of swords.

Wang Qingyuan's eyes swept over, these swords are accompanied by natural cloud patterns, although they are not treasures that have been refined for thousands of years, they are also refined iron swords that have been hammered more than ten times, such a knife or sword, I am afraid that it will take ten taels of silver to be able to buy, and it must be snow silver engraved by the government, so dozens of mouths are hundreds of taels of silver.

"It's hard to calculate the old accounts, so I got so many weapons," Qingyu pursed his lips and said, "Looking at my Xuantian Dao historical records before, five hundred years ago, Zhufeng emptied my Ziwei Palace, and the one hundred and thirty-nine treasure soldiers in the palace in the army, twenty-one traceless Dao soldiers were all taken away, even now, leaving a mouthful of traceless Dao soldiers, my Ziwei Palace will not fall to this." ”

A traceless Taoist soldier is a master of refining, and it is difficult to cast a few mouthfuls in his life, indestructible, and unbreakable, in Wang Qingyuan's memory, someone in Yicheng betrayed the ancestral treasure knife, even if it was sold cheaply, it was enough to exchange for 10,000 taels of snow silver.

How much is 10,000 taels of snow silver, that is, the annual tax of an ordinary state and county, a town, is only so much.

"The road is walked by people, if the glory of the predecessors is still there, where do we need to inherit," Qingliu took a deep breath and said, "The vicissitudes of the world, how can there be an immortal inheritance, only the descendants continue to forge ahead."

"The nine-story platform, starting from the soil, experienced wind and rain, only then did you understand that it is not easy to gain and lose, and only then did you understand the warmth and coldness of the world, which is also the cultivation of the mind. ”

Wang Qingyuan said, no matter how much you read the Taoist scriptures, you have to sharpen the world to be able to understand it.

"I don't know so much, I only know that when I was studying, my parents didn't have any money, I could only go to the neighbor's house to borrow it, and I lit an oil lamp in the winter, and cut the wick very small with scissors, and it took two days and two nights to finish copying," the fat man put away his laughter, and his eyes revealed a rare heaviness and memory, "The sentence I remember the most back then was that the grass was tied to the ring, and the grace of dripping water was reciprocated, and the fat man was not so generous, he only knew how to repay kindness and revenge." ”

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Half an hour later, the three of them gathered their money.

"A total of more than four hundred taels of silver, plus the old ginseng from before, five or six Kaitian Pills are more than enough," Qingliu frowned, "However, the Xuantian Gong of Zhangfeng Disciple is not allowed to build a foundation if he does not enter the eighth layer." ”

This is the word of Ziji Zhenren in the former Yuanshen World, although the fat man has a bitter face when he hears this, he doesn't complain about anything.

Although there are more than 1,000 disciples in the entire outer courtyard at the moment, and the number of those who have achieved the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong" is only a double ten, among the disciples of the same generation of Zhufeng, there are also a few who have reached the eighth layer in the past, so as a disciple of Zhangfeng, the requirements of Ziji Zhenren are not high.

"The winter solstice is coming soon, and as soon as the winter solstice passes, and in a few days it will enter the wax moon, and the sect competition will also begin. Qingliu suddenly spoke.

Sect big competition!

Wang Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, this seems to be a big competition every year before Chinese New Year's Eve in Xuantian Dao, the outer courtyard, all the peaks and veins are competing skills, and the winner will have elder rewards, various pills, weapons, and even martial arts secrets.

Of course, such a big comparison of sects is only a small comparison, and there is a big comparison, that is, a three-year reincarnation, every three years there is a big competition, in addition to Ying Tianfeng, all the peaks and veins of the Tao, the winner has many rewards, and the preciousness is not something that Wang Qingyuan can know now.

"Don't go!"

Qingyu shook his head and said: "At the moment, we can't be easily defeated, when Taoguang cultivates obscurity, accumulates strength, in order to break through to the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong" as soon as possible, and waits until the foundation is completed and the day of opening the world, there will be a few real foundations." ”

"Yes, at least I can't go this year!" Qingliu also nodded, "My Ziwei Peak has not yet re-established the mountain gate, according to the rules, it is not considered to rekindle the Dao fire, and it cannot be tied with the other twenty-seven peaks, and the three of us have not yet built a foundation, and the sect competition is also a comparison of the outer courtyard, although there is nothing to win, once I lose, the identity of this palm peak disciple will be humiliated." ”

In the next few days, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them lived in the Ziwei Palace, practicing every day, and there were still some times before the half-moon examination school agreed by the three young Taoist priests in the Yuanshen World, and the three of them were full of energy, especially Qingliu, the daily sword sound in the Ziwei Palace was endless, although the three of them chose to practice separately, but Wang Qingyuan was still secretly frightened when he heard the sound, and such a speed of sword production had reached an amazing situation.

The day before the winter solstice.

The Taoist of the miscellaneous room put the bamboo basket full of demon bear broth at the palace gate as usual, and he looked up at the broken palace gate, and the sky was covered with goose feathers and heavy snow, which made the palace even more deserted.

"One peak and one vein, where can three people afford it, all kinds of cleaning, miscellaneous labor, repairs, as well as refining tools, incense candles, Taoist statues, etc., which don't want people to ask for money. ”

The miscellaneous Taoist who had just passed the year shook his head, "But I heard that this time in the outer courtyard of the big competition, the disciples who have not yet built a foundation, the leader will get a body method inheritance, it seems that this Ziwei Peak's lost "Purple Feather Shocking Steps" back then, known as the flat step in the sky, straight up to the nine heavens, ranked among the peerless body methods, and the seeds of true meaning, there is only one last chance to comprehend." ”

When the back of this miscellaneous Taoist was far away, in front of the palace gate, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them came in the snow.

"The trees want to be quiet and the wind doesn't stop. ”

Qingliu muttered: "The miscellaneous room is not clean anymore, it seems that over the years, some people's hands have stretched out too long, and there are turmoil inside and outside my Xuantian Dao." ”

"Conspiracy, this is the three of us. ”

Wang Qingyuan's eyes were very cold, this "Purple Feather Shocking Steps" did not appear in the early years, this year's sect competition, but it has become the leader of the outer court, and the seed of true meaning is only the last inheritance power.

"There are still eighteen days, as soon as you enter the month of Laba and drink Laba porridge, the sect competition begins. ”

Qingyu said, the fat man also gritted his teeth, this is clearly to calculate everything, invite them into the urn.

"Conspiracy and conspiracy, in the face of absolute power, are all mirrors!"

Wang Qingyuan's tone was very firm, and he wanted to play a bright and bright picture with great courage!

"Yes, I'm going into retreat!"

Qingyu roared, and the fat man's flesh trembled, and after not seeing him for a few days, he seemed to have risen even more.

Syllable!

This is Qingliu slapped him on the back of the head, and reprimanded: "You fool, without further ado, you and I will each receive a demon slaying order, and then go down the mountain, no matter whether there is a harvest or not, you must come back within eight days." ”

Wang Qingyuan's heart moved, and he understood Qingliu's plan, this is to go further by going down the mountain to kill demons, sharpening between life and death, and pushing the cultivation of "Xuantian Gong" forward one step further, with his current eyesight, Qingliu and the two of them have made great progress, it is really not trivial, this short period of time has not been seen, both of them have stepped into the seventh layer of "Xuantian Gong" practice, if the demon slaying is successful, when you can feel the eighth layer of the mind, maybe you can not make a breakthrough, but also can be used as a reference to promote the first seven layers of the skill tends to be complete.

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Crape Myrtle Peak is ten miles away.

This is a white cloud enveloping spiritual peak, there are white cranes flying, Luan birds build nests, the top of the mountain is shrouded in the glow, there is purple gas, a clear waterfall falls more than 400 zhang, the sun is like a golden light river, brilliant and brilliant.

The peak, the pavilions and pavilions are stacked, the flowing water mountain spring, the carved railing and jade masonry, the eaves are high, everywhere is exquisite, and the brilliance is overflowing.

In the center of these many pavilions and pavilions, a high-rise building rises ninety-nine zhang high, the whole body is shining, Venus is dotted, look carefully, it is all made of rosewood repair.

In Kyushu, golden silk nanmu and red sandalwood are rare and valuable wood, but there is such a huge red sandalwood high-rise building, look at the thick pulp under the sun, you know that it must have experienced at least more than ten years of years of accumulation.

This is the source of purple gas.

At this moment, on the top of this tall building, a middle-aged man in a pale gold robe stood for a long time, with a dusty golden light in his hand, like the sun condensing.

"The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. My purple light building is ninety-nine zhang high, I don't know if I can touch the ten thunder tribulations, the peak realm of the primordial gods......"

The pale gold robe is lightly raised, the middle-aged man's sideburns are drooping, his eyebrows are very slender, and his eyes seem to be full of golden light, like glazed jade, and the atmosphere of thunder and lightning looms.

Immediately afterwards, as if he had thought of something, the middle-aged man brushed the dust lightly in his hand, and the corners of his mouth flashed a touch of playfulness, and said lightly: "What about "Ziwei Heavenly Knife", I still want to be reborn after five hundred years, the past will eventually be annihilated, and only the present can grasp the future, this is the supreme avenue of heaven and the turn of years. ”

Winter solstice.

The heavy snow in the Xuantian Dao Mountain did not stop, and the snowflakes were clustered, larger than goose feathers, completely dyeing the four hundred miles of Yujing Mountain into snow white.

Crape Myrtle Palace.

Wang Qingyuan looked at the slippery and thick ice cubes hanging under the eaves outside the hall, and the bonfire burning in front of him was a roasted golden roe deer on it.

The meat was fragrant, but Wang Qingyuan didn't have much appetite, the palace was cold and deserted, and before he knew it, he was the only one left.