Xiao Xiao's north wind clinged to the blue-gray rubble, and rolled a piece of plane tree leaves that were about to wither and yellow and fell into the yard.

The prince sat on the steps in front of the door of Qingming Ju with his cheeks in his cheeks, looking at Ming Baoju opposite, his eyes were sometimes sloppy and sometimes vigilant.

He clutched the black iron rod tightly, for fear that a red and green flower snake would suddenly emerge from a certain corner.

The prince was silently afraid of snakes, which was innate, a fear that went deep into the marrow.

This fear will not diminish as he becomes stronger, it will continue forever, accompanying him to the end of his life.

"This damn Mingbao. ”

The prince pouted silently, and tapped the plane leaf that had just fallen with a black iron rod, until it was full of holes, and then picked it up, and threw it by the bonfire. Tilting his head, he knocked on the iron pot with wisps of hookah, making a series of dull "dong dong" sounds.

"The pot is there, the fire is there, the pot is filled with water, and it will boil immediately, and now there is only a piece of meat missing. ”

"Who's going to bring me a piece of meat!"

"Roast Fat Goose ......"

The Rift of the Sky breathes a blue-yellow aurora, as if there is a large dye vat hidden on the back, changing color every day.

Wang Zimo raised his head and looked at the blue sky to the south with the bruise on his forehead. Da Ji said that the cracked sky mark was split by the immortals, and the aurora of various colors was the elves who secretly ran to the world to play outside the sky.

How much skill does this have to be to split the sky into a hole?

"If I had that ability, I wouldn't be hungry here!"

The corners of his eyes were scabbed with blood, itchy, and the prince pouted silently and kept slandering, and couldn't help but scratch it, which suddenly affected the bruises next to him, and he grinned in pain.

The campfire burned for two years.

From the dried leaves picked up everywhere to chopping wood and hoarding firewood, Wang Zimo has cleaned up the corners of Baiyun Guanjiao.

The food on the campfire is already hot, and the smell is mouth-watering.

These meals were still sent by Ge Baoyu, and since Wang Zimo went to the Hall of Good Deeds to steal meat to eat, Ge Baoyu put the meals at the door of Baiyun Temple on time every day. In the past two years, the two have never intersected, but they communicate with each other every day.

Wang Zimo was 100% relieved of the ingredients sent by Ge Baoyu, and never thought that there would be poison in them. Ge Baoyu was also cautious, for fear that his whereabouts would be discovered by the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion.

In two years, Wang Zimo has become a handsome sixteen-year-old young man.

The most striking change is his tall and thin bamboo pole and his bulging Adam's apple. He was still wearing the clothes that Mingbao gave him two years ago, and he had already washed white, but he was still loose, but his lower body was half of his legs and stomach.

The people in the Baiyun Temple, it will be two years to leave.

The elders of the White Horse Pavilion came back in three days, and the prince sat on the steps and looked at the cracked sky, looking forward to it, looking forward to it for half a year and half a year, and his own heart was dead.

Fortunately, in the past two years, I have never had that palpitating nightmare, there is food and drink, and there is a book to read, and life is quite comfortable.

After breakfast, Wang Zimo simply cleaned up, and then picked up the "Book of Heavenly Records" and opened the third volume of the "Formation Chapter" to continue his research.

Speaking of this, "Book of Heaven" is simply an encyclopedia. There is a lot of knowledge in it.

The first is the "Chronicles", which records various historical histories and biographies of people throughout the ages. The second article is the "Medicinal Herbs", which records more than 1,000 kinds of herbs, as well as the medicinal introduction, formula, efficacy, and refining methods of various pills.

It took two years to read these two articles alone.

If it were someone else, maybe half a year would be enough, but for Wang Zimo, who was weaned at the age of eight and was driven to the school at the age of twelve, it was really difficult.

Over the past two years, he has developed a habit.

After breakfast, I read the "Book of Heavenly Records" for a while, then closed my eyes and breathed, and silently ran the Gong pot to pass on his Dayan Sutra according to the sketch of the exercises that Mingbao secretly stuffed to him before leaving.

Coincidentally, this diagram of the practice is actually matched with the Great Yan Sutra.

Every time you meditate on the Mahayana Sutra while meditating on pranayama, you will have unexpected effects.

In the past two years, there has not been much change in the dantian, but the fire attribute vitality has been almost consumed by lighting a fire every day. Wang Zimo felt his sea of qi, and there were less than a hundred of the more than eight hundred qi left, and most of the rest were small attribute vitality.

"No wonder Mingbao said that it is difficult to cultivate without spiritual sense, this Great Yan Sutra does not need spiritual guidance, but it is extremely slow to cultivate. ”

In the past two years, he has tried to use a black iron rod to absorb the anger outside the spirit platform again. The short-term opening of the spiritual sense is indeed powerful, but there are also drawbacks, that is, one's body cannot control the powerful spiritual consciousness, and it can only last less than half a cup of tea, and after that, the whole body seems to be hollowed out.

Therefore, spiritual consciousness cannot be easily opened unless it is absolutely necessary.

At this time, in Wang Zimo's sea of qi, there were bursts of spiritual qi balls, like mist, and just like clusters of nebulae, wandering in the vast starry universe.

These aura masses are the gift of the Great Yan Sutra.

The prince's silent spiritual consciousness was sealed, so he naturally couldn't see the changes in the sea of qi.

But he still stubbornly persisted, firmly believing that one day he would change, and maybe Mingbao would come back at that time......

However, he never expected that this day would come so quickly.

The prince was silent, and the old cripple of Gong Ju, who was overconfident, told him that he only needed to recite the Dayan scriptures silently in his heart, and without spiritual sense, he would not feel the spiritual energy entering his body.

Except for Mingbao, no one knows that I have spiritual sense......

Not long after meditating, Wang Zimo suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the iron pot on the firewood in confusion, and suddenly there was a colic pain in his stomach.

The pain is very clear.

It's not like diarrhea, but more like the pain caused by eating poisonous wild fruits.

The prince closed his eyes silently, half of his eyebrows condensed slightly, and carefully discerned what was going on. At this time, he could no longer hold his breath at all, and the corners of his forehead were full of fine beads of sweat.

This bead of sweat was something he didn't notice.

Just like a conditioned reflex, it is the body's extreme weakness that overflows on its own.

"Sweating, it's time for the drug effect to begin!"

Seven or eight people suddenly came outside the Qingming residence, chatting and laughing.

"This Ge Baoyu really colluded with the criminals behind his back, this time there are all the human and material evidence, see how he quibbles!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Qingyun, Senior Brother Yan guessed right, this waste is back!"

"Waste, how can waste chase after Uncle Sanyang?"

"Didn't Senior Brother Yan say it, he has a treasure with him, if he doesn't have a treasure, it's still a waste of firewood......!"

Yan Yefeng!

It's this Yan Yefeng again!

The prince raised his head with great difficulty, and when he saw that these people were wearing the clothes of the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion, his heart suddenly chuckled.

Before leaving, Mingbao repeatedly told him not to be discovered by the people of the White Horse Pavilion.

He acted cautiously, and only once secretly went to the White Horse Pavilion Charity Hall to find food, and was caught by Ge Baoyu. So far, Wang Zimo has not forgotten Ge Baoyu's little eyes pointing at him, the fat body trembling.

Two years.

He has never gone out in the past two years, and Ge Baoyu is also cautious.

I didn't expect to be approached!

Yan Yefeng, you are really ghostly!

"Ahem......"

Wang Zimo only felt uncomfortable with dry heat in his lungs, his throat seemed to be roasted on the fire for a night, he couldn't say half a word when he opened his mouth, his chest spasmed, and he couldn't help coughing. In less than half an hour, he concluded that he had been poisoned by licograss.

There are clouds in the second volume of "Book of Heavenly Records":

Licotangerine grass is sweet and juicy, taking a penny can stop coughing and dissolving phlegm, do not overdose, heavy amount, the lungs will burn the heart, retching and coughing, the whole body qi and blood rise, it is difficult to behave.

At this time, Wang Zimo took a large dose of licocellar, fortunately it was not mixed with ice boron, one cold and one hot, within half an hour, the poisoned person would die of broken meridians.

"It looks like the medicine is a bit fierce!"

The person called Senior Brother Qingyun squeezed his eyes, raised his slightly narrow Chinese character face in the middle, looked up at the Xuanyang Sword inserted in the door beam, then lowered his head, and then looked at Wang Zimo, who was curled up on the futon in the room, and was already in pain and couldn't support his body, and said with a smile: "I heard that you can pull out this thin sword?"

As soon as the words came out, someone had already snatched the black iron rod beside Wang Zimo and sent it to Zhu Qingyun's hands.

"Senior Brother Qingyun, even this broken stick, I don't know what kind of treasure it is, and I have no power to fight back against Uncle Sanyang!"

"Really?"

Zhu Qingyun cracked his mouth to reveal a row of large jagged teeth, and suddenly burst into laughter, which was worse than the cry of a wild duck in the reeds.

"Move him here, I want to see how he draws the Xuanyang Sword. Maybe this time I can get two treasures at once. ”

Zhu Qingyun beat his palms with a black iron rod, and his fingers with protruding joints grabbed the black iron rod like a skeleton.

"Oh, by the way, I heard the master say that there is a treasure in this waste wood, it seems to be an umbrella!

Qingmingju recruited thieves in an instant, and these people were ruthless.

After rummaging through the cabinets, several White Horse Pavilion disciples all shook their heads and looked at Wang Zimo. It's just an umbrella, where can he hide?

Wang Zimo felt his stomach tumbling, opened his mouth to retch, and suddenly smelled a foul smell gushing out of his mouth.

He hung his head weakly, letting himself be dragged to the door like a dead dog by these barbarians, and then Zhu Qingyun pinched his wrist and lifted it up, followed by someone holding his body and volleying into the air.

Fingers touched the gray-brown fishskin hilt, and the coldness slightly relieved the burning in the stomach.

Zhu Qingyun laughed out loud: "Hey, hey, little junior brother, where is your umbrella hidden?" Say it, I'll pinch your hand and pull out the sword, if you don't say it, I'll still pinch your hand and pull out the sword!"

The cold blade was placed on the wrist, and a slight swipe of blood overflowed.

If the prince did not cooperate, he would soon be able to imagine that he would not be able to keep this palm of his hand.

"Speak quickly!"

The violent tone sprayed on Wang Zimo's face with spittle, and he stared at Zhu Qingyun's tightened Chinese face, which was on par with Yan Yefeng, extremely disgusting!

"Ahh

Wang Zimo suddenly howled, tried all his strength, grabbed the Xuanyang Sword and pulled it hard.

There was a sudden "poof!" sound in everyone's ears, as if Wang Zimo had inserted the Xuanyang Sword into their hearts.

The disciples of the White Horse Pavilion were so frightened that they all retreated, only Zhu Qingyun and the disciple who was holding him looked at the top of their heads in fear.

The Xuanyang sword was pulled out by half an inch, and was immediately blocked back by Zhu Qingyun.

In an instant, he seemed to hear a roar from the Netherworld, coming from the ground, real.

"Little bunny, you don't want to live anymore, do you?"

Zhu Qingyun was almost frightened, gritted his teeth, "Bang, Bang!" slapped Wang Zimo twice, "Lao Tzu will fulfill you today, carry forward the righteous path, kill demons and eliminate demons!"