In the early morning of the next day, outside Jinyin Village, two heroic young women with black hair came, dressed in green clothes, holding a three-foot Qingfeng with a sheath, and a jade pendant engraved with the word "Qingyun" hanging on their waists.

One after the other, the two women stepped into Jinyin Village and walked towards the entrance of the east lane.

Entering the east alley, the two women stood outside the door of Hou's house.

The woman in the front pointed to the gilded door plaque engraved with the word "Hou Mansion" under the eaves, turned around and said, "Senior Sister Qi, look, this is my home." ”

The woman who was called Senior Sister Qi raised her head, glanced left and right, and said, "Senior Sister Hou, your family is really rich, and the gate must be ...... My house is as wide as two doors. ”

After that, he specially raised his hand and compared.

Senior Sister Hou smiled, and then stepped forward to knock on the shop.

Yesterday, I learned the news that the second lady was coming back today, and the porter was waiting in the door early in the morning, and when he heard the knock, the porter immediately stepped forward and opened the door.

Seeing that it was the second miss, the porter made a mockery, and his face was full of sycophancy, "Welcome the second miss home." ”

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Fang Cheng had a dream last night, in which he was chased and killed by a group of people, and at the most desperate time, his father and mother turned into an immortal master to protect him.

When he woke up, Fang Cheng looked at the house, one table and two chairs, empty, and the gecko nested lazily on the wooden platform.

It's just a dream of the white horse.

After getting out of bed, the boy carried the bamboo basket and went to the river.

When he arrived at the river and finished his chores, Fang Cheng found an empty grass and sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate.

With the experience of swallowing and spitting last time, the young man's cultivation this time had obviously become more stable and proficient, and after a while, the stagnant water in the depression pool in the Qi Mansion had already shown signs of being full.

Long.

"Tick..."

As the last drop of water dripped into the pool, the pool was full!

The boy thought it was a little incredible, this was too fast......

"Hurry up, hammer fast!" Sun Ce's voice came from not far away.

Fang Cheng turned his head to look at Sun Ce, who was walking towards him, and scratched his head with a smirk.

Sun Ce went up and hit the young man's little head with a hammer, and said, "What are you doing there, wait for me to praise you!"

Fang Cheng jumped up and ran around with his head in pain.

The man dressed as a villager ignored the boy's actions, sat down on his own, picked up a pebble and threw it into the river.

After waiting for a while, the man finally looked at the boy and scolded: "Break through the second line of Ren Du, hurry up! ”

Fang answered, walked to Sun Ce's side with his head in his hands, and sat down cross-legged.

According to the explanation in his mind, the young man began to attack the second pulse of Ren Du.

Inside the Qi Mansion, the stagnant water of the depression pond floated and spun rapidly in the air, turning into fifty-two ice spikes. The ice spike flashed, flew out of Fang Cheng's body, and pierced on the acupuncture points of Ren and Du on Fang Cheng's back. Wisps of white mist began to emerge from the acupuncture points around Fang Cheng, and the ice spikes were melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Brother Sun, okay... It hurts," the young man's face was a little painful.

The village man was expressionless, "Bear it." ”

After about half a burnt of incense, the young man's face gradually soothed, the white smoke on his back became thin, and the ice spikes had completely melted.

Sun Ce picked up another stone and threw it into the river, "Operate the exercises to refine these white mist"

The young man nodded, closed his eyes and began to refine the white mist that surrounded him.

In the airhouse, the inhaled white mist was crushed like a valley, turned into powder and sprinkled all over the airhouse. After refining the white mist thoroughly, the qi house was covered with a thin layer of golden powder.

Opening his eyes and getting up, the boy moved his body slightly, and found that his body was obviously different from before, fluttering, and there was an indescribable feeling.

Fang Cheng turned his head, looked at the man beside him excitedly, and asked, "Brother Sun, am I already an immortal master now?"

Sun Ce glanced at the excited young man beside him, and nodded in response.

The young man immediately laughed loudly, "Haha, I'm also an immortal master!"

The young man, who was very happy and had a vivid thought, raised his hand, learned the posture of Sun Ce's one-handed paddling yesterday, and swung it into the river.

The surface of the water did not move.

"Eh!, why can't you do it..."Fang Cheng looked at Sun Ce with some embarrassment.

Sun Ce glared at Fang Cheng and scolded again: "You can do it, you can do it with a hammer!"

After that, facing Fang Cheng's little head, he was about to hammer again.

The young man covered his head and complained, "Brother Sun, can you not hit your head..."

The man was stunned for a moment, then helpless, looked at Fang Cheng and said, "You have to learn the Immortal Dao Technique to be like me." ”

With that, Sun Ce waved his hand into the river.

The wind swept up on the surface of the water, which was untouched, and the river that was swept into the air turned over in the air and fell into the river.

"Wow..."The boy who saw such a scene for the second time was still full of longing.

Sun Ce looked at the rippling water and said, "Fang Cheng, you have just stepped into the immortal path now, you must know that the immortal road is long, and it is rare to get a Mahayana for a thousand years." ”

The young man was a little puzzled and asked, "What is Mahayana?"

Sun Ce thought for a while and began to explain: "Mahayana is the cultivation strength of the immortal master, and the cultivation of the immortal master is divided into six stages. Qi refining, building the foundation, Jindan, Yuanying, Huashen, Mahayana, and Mahayana immortals, and each stage is also divided into three realms: before, middle and after, for many years, people from all walks of life have taken great pains to cultivate the Mahayana immortals, and some people have not hesitated to kill their beloved relatives and friends, and their siblings in order to cultivate immortals. ”

The young man listened to Sun Ce's words, looked at the water in a daze, and was a little confused.

"Hang your head!

The boy received a punch in the head.

Sun Ce rubbed his fists and said, "This is confused, don't you dream of becoming an immortal master, why did you retreat as soon as you entered the door." ”

Fang Cheng covered his head and turned to look at the man in front of him.

The young man suddenly felt that Brother Sun was not as arrogant as Aunt Dai said.

His face changed to resoluteness, and the young man stood up, put his hands to his mouth, and shouted to the river: "I will definitely cultivate to become a Mahayana immortal!"

The man was rarely a little pleasant to the other party, and said with a smile: "That's right, I don't know about others, but your words, it's definitely okay." ”

The young man was confused again, and just wanted to ask the reason, but when he saw the man making a gesture and was about to hammer himself, he immediately closed his mouth.

Fang Cheng changed his words and asked the man, "Brother Sun, what kind of cultivation are you?"

"Well..."

"I'm just a little Jindan monk, not enough to worry about. Sun Ce smiled.

The young man nodded, and then asked, "Oh, what about Sister-in-law?"

Sun Ce thought for a while, approached Fang Cheng's ear, and whispered, "Tell you secretly, your sister-in-law is a Mahayana immortal!"

"Brother Sun, you are lying again!" Fang Cheng didn't believe it.

"You hammer again, what's wrong with lying to you!" When Sun Ce heard this, his hands were a little itchy, why did this kid owe such a beating.

Sun Ce got up and patted the dust and grass clippings on his buttocks, "Let's go, follow me into the mountain to practice today." ”

The young man pointed to the bamboo basket full of fish next to him, and said embarrassedly, "I haven't delivered the fish today..."

"It's easy to do. Sun Ce picked up a weed and threw it into the air.

The weeds floated in the air, bursts of golden light around them, which grew larger and larger, and finally turned into a golden ball about the size of a child.

After the golden ball darkened, a child with the same appearance as Fang appeared.

"My God, what is this!" Fang Cheng stepped forward and touched the "fake Fang Cheng" with a wooden expression, his face was full of incredulity.

The man couldn't help but be happy, "I just like your way of never seeing the world, the method of stand-in, small and trivial." ”

With that, the man snorted at the bamboo basket.

"Fake Fangcheng" began to move, and Lisuo picked up the bamboo basket and walked towards the village.

Fang Cheng looked at himself who was leaving, and said worriedly, "This won't be recognized, right?"

"Find a hammer! Are you questioning my strength?

Sun Ce strode and walked towards the Golden Seal Mountain.

Fang Cheng glanced at the "fake Fang Cheng" a few more times worriedly, gritted his teeth, and turned his head to follow Sun Ce.

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Hou Min led Hou Baojun to say goodbye to his father and mother and left Hou's house.

Hou Baojun held his sister's arm, thought about it again and again, and decided to open his mouth, "Sister, what kind of spells are the so-called immortal masters cultivating?"

Hou Min smiled: "Well, when you worship the Qingyun Sect, you will know." ”

"Oh, that Qingyun Sect, isn't it powerful?" Hou Baojun asked.

"Our Qingyun Sect has a Mahayana monk in charge, it must be powerful. ”

"Oh, that..."

"Okay, Sister Hou, you'll know when you get to Qingyun Sect" Senior Sister Qi came to the rescue and interrupted Hou Baojun's words.

"Hehe..." Hou Baojun smiled slyly, revealing two tiger teeth.

The three of them walked to the entrance of the village.

Hou Baojun noticed a young man carrying a basket walking on the opposite side.

Yes, it is square.

Thinking of yesterday's incident, the girl, who had been full of apologies, slowed down and looked at the woman beside her, "Sister, you go first, I will say a few words to Fang Cheng." ”

Hou Min responded, led Senior Sister Qi to the distance, and looked at Fang Cheng who was walking towards the entrance of the village.

Hou Baojun waited for the young man with the basket to come to his side and stopped him, "Fang Cheng!"

The boy fixed his foot, and Mu Ne looked at the girl.

Standing at the entrance of the village for a long time, Hou Baojun apologized: "I went home yesterday and thought about it for a long time, and I think I want to apologize to you." ”

The boy didn't nod, just stared at the girl in front of him, "Hmm." ”

The girl continued: "I'm also sad about Uncle Fang and Aunt Yuan, I shouldn't have done that to you, I'm sorry. ”

"Hmm..."

The girl thought for a while and said, "I'm going to go to Qingyun Sect to be an immortal master in the future, you can come and play with me when you grow up." ”

"Hmm..."

"Are you going to know it?" Hou Baojun wanted Fang Cheng to say a few more words.

"Hmm..."

"Are you a pig??"

"Hmm..."

Hou Baojun's face flushed with anger, "Fang Cheng, I'm angry, see you again!"

After that, the girl didn't look back, turned around and left.

"Hmm..."Fang Cheng stepped forward and walked into the village.

In the distance, Hou Min looked at the young man with the basket on his back, thoughtful.

Noticing that Senior Sister's eyes were a little strange, Senior Sister Qi was puzzled, "What's wrong, Senior Sister?"

Hou Min kept staring at the young man with the basket on his back, and his eyebrows were deeply locked, "This Fang Cheng is a bit of a problem." ”

"What's the problem? I don't see it. Senior Sister Qi also looked at it, but she didn't see the reason.

Hou Min said: "There is a feeling that I can't put it into words. ”

"Forget it, let's go. Seeing Hou Baojun walking up, Hou Min stopped thinking and continued to hold his sister's arm, and the three of them left the village.

The girl who went the other way looked back at the back of the young man who was drifting away from time to time, and there was a little sadness in her small body.

In Jinyin Mountain, a man dressed as a villager clasps his hands behind his head and leisurely looks at the birds in the forest.

On a whim, the man snorted.

"Mistaking vinegar for ink, writing is full of sourness when I was a child. ”