At the beginning of spring, this New Year is quite comfortable for many people.

Sang Wenjing's cultivation realm is more consolidated, maybe in a few years, she will be able to enter the realm of knowledge and guarding.

When the elders of the landlord on Penglai were observing Sang Wenjing's pulse, they were all surprised by her high cultivation talent.

You must know that Sang Wenjing has only practiced for thirteen years, and she didn't know anything about cultivation in the first four years. Before she entered Langhuan Pavilion to read thousands of books, her understanding of this world only stayed on Penglai Island.

After thirteen years of practice, he reached the pinnacle of seclusion.

If this kind of thing is said, it is shocking.

But Sang Wenjing is not proud of this kind of deeds at all, she knows that there are many people who are better than her.

The Taoist boy I saw at the demon extraction meeting before, the little monk wearing a mask, the boy who didn't have a trace of aura on his body and was dressed strangely.

Yun Zhongyue of Kunlun Divine Palace had never made a move in the entire Demon Extermination Society, but after Sang Wenjing saw Yun Zhongyue on the side of the Demon Passing Array, she could feel that Yun Zhongyue was very powerful.

Just by going out, I saw so many talents, which inevitably gave the girl a sense of nervousness.

Throughout the Spring Festival, Sang Wenjing didn't step out of the Red Leaf Building, she stayed closed in the Red Leaf Building all day, and when she needed a classic, she just asked Luo Honglian to pass on the voice.

Luo Honglian was even worried that this stupid girl would put too much pressure on herself.

After saying these things to Sang Huaqing, Sang Huaqing just looked at Hongye Xiaolou, so that Luo Honglian didn't need to worry.

Now that she thinks about it, she still wants to point at Sang Huaqing and scold, she has no conscience, that is her own daughter.

Of course, Sang Huaqing was very concerned about all this, and he even looked at the small red leaf building every day.

He watched Sang Wenjing sit there cross-legged every day, and many gentle auras surrounded Sang Wenjing.

When those auras were a little restless and restless, Sang Huaqing would be nervous. Although in the end, Sang Wenjing would skillfully calm down the restless aura, but Sang Huaqing would still be worried.

He can help Sang Wenjing solve her doubts, he can give more resources to this girl with Sang Biluo, but he can't help her.

It had not been such an up-and-down for many years, and he didn't even feel a trace of panic and nervousness when he was injured, because he knew then that it was inevitable.

Although it has reached the beginning of spring, many places in the entire land of Zhongzhou are still covered in silver, and even the wasteland in the northern region is much colder.

The snow in the snowfield was deeper, and the people who listened to the snow tower hadn't woken up yet.

The third master returned to Tingxue Building a long time ago, and Li Yuming was very careful to take care of Shendu.

When he came out of the dry well, the third master could feel that his left hand could not exert any strength.

Thinking about it, the veins in his hands have been corroded by the resentment and death in the underworld.

Looking at his left hand, the third master actually felt a little lucky, fortunately, this time it was his left hand.

But what the third master didn't know was that when he left the dry well, a person also came out of the dry well.

The delicate-faced monk stood on the edge of the dry well, and the giant python looked at him with a frightened body.

He is Jizo, the master of Hades. No one knew that he actually had another name, and even he had forgotten a little, the Ten Directions Heavenly Emperor Shendi. At that time, the high priest of Kunlun Divine Palace, Lian Cheng, used a very special method to close the road from Hades to the world, and Jizo at that time actually saw it in his eyes. He didn't stop him, and even secretly helped Lian Cheng to duel.

But the third master didn't know all this, he didn't know that Jizang still had a layer of identity, he didn't know that Dizang gently touched the head of the giant python when he walked out of the dry well, and the giant python just coiled on the dry well and became a stone python, and the stone python never came back to life since.

Although the weather is cold, it still can't stop the people from going to work.

On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, all the workshops, restaurants, and teahouses are lively.

On the official roads outside the city, many caravans began to travel between Manjing and other prefectures and counties.

There is an old man wearing a robe on the official road, because he is walking on the official road on foot, and he is wearing a robe, which is very conspicuous.

If Mengbai saw the old man, he would definitely shout out to the master.

When a very ordinary carriage passed by Fu Qing, a person's voice came from the carriage.

"Stop. ”

The rich man, who was extremely handsome and dressed luxuriously, lifted the curtain.

"Is the Taoist going to Manjing?"

Fu Qing saluted and smiled, "Exactly." ”

"Why don't you go along?"

Fu Qing waved his hand and said, "It's still not necessary." ”

"That's a pity. ”

Watching the carriage drive towards the gate of the capital, Fu Qing looked at the carriage with his beard and said to himself: "It is said that these four princes, Shen Lin, are a waste who does not learn and have no skills, but now it seems that this is not the case." ”

Manjing was very lively at all times, and despite what happened before, the people here did not flee in a hurry.

Because they trust the Xuanjia Heavenly Army, they trust Shen Cangqiong, and they trust Da Zheng even more.

There are even storytellers who compiled the events of that day into a record of gods and ghosts, saying that at that time, the demon god woke up, and the king Shen Cangqiong took 108,000 Xuanjia Heavenly Army to kill the demon god.

In short, the storyteller told the story, and the listeners listened to it, and when the storyteller slapped the storyteller, they applauded.

Compared with the fun of those rich boys, ordinary people will also go to the teahouse to listen to such a book.

When Fu Qing walked into a restaurant, Xiao Er in the store did not come forward to entertain him, but looked at Fu Qing at the account counter.

"How?"

Fu Qing sat aside, and in the center of the restaurant sat an old man, holding a piece of shocking wood in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" Da Liu walked to the table where Fu Qing was sitting, picked up the teapot and poured some tea for Fu Qing.

"The taste is not good. ”

Fu Qing took a sip of tea lightly and put the teacup on the table with great disgust.

Da Liu's eyes sank, he looked at Fu Qing, who was sitting opposite, and poured another cup of tea.

After taking another sip, Fu Qing put the teacup on the table again.

When the third cup of tea was placed in front of Fu Qing's table, Fu Qing did not drink it.

"No matter how fierce the momentum of a king is eight, it is only a king eight after all, even if he inherits the Tao of the divine beast Xuanwu, it is only a king eight. ”

Fu Qing put the teacup in front of his eyes and said.

Da Liu looked at Fu Qing for a long time, his expression suddenly changed, and there was no trace of displeasure between his eyebrows and eyes.

"But the king lived a long time. ”

Fu Qing paused when he heard this, the hand holding the teacup paused, maybe he didn't expect Da Liu to say this.

Looking at Da Liu, Fu Qing laughed.

"A turtle that is plagued everywhere has actually become a king who lives secretly, interesting, interesting. ”

The two sat at the table, smiling at each other.

And Bei Zang, who was still talking about the book over there, was holding the shocking wood tightly at this time, although he was still telling the past lives of many heroes, his spirit was extremely concentrated.

As long as Da Liu gives a signal, he will immediately take a picture of the shocking wood.

At that point, it will no longer be a full house of applause.

It's a battle between a turtle that has lived for an unknown number of years and a veteran with a high realm.

"I'm not looking for you to fight. ”

Fu Qing's laughter came to an abrupt end.

Da Liu's face also suddenly looked at Fu Qing calmly and said, "Then send off the guest officer." ”

Standing up slowly, Da Liu picked up the rag on his shoulder and looked at Fu Qing sitting on the bench.

"I have something to tell you. ”

Hearing Fu Qing's words, Da Liu immediately waved his hand: "Don't, if you have something, you go to the old island owner, the old island owner is upright and prefers to be friends with people, and he will definitely do what you ask the old friend." ”

"But he didn't live as long as you. ”

Sometimes, when you encounter a problem, you try to solve it, and then there is a method in front of you, and that method is the one that you don't like the most, but it does work the most, and you skip it because of your heart.

But in the end, when all your options are exhausted and only the last one remains, you still have no choice but to resort to the last one.

In the past, Fu Qing looked down on Xuangui's Taoist cultivation.

The turtle cowered all day long, for fear that the power would fall that day. For this reason, the turtle did not hesitate to separate its shell, in order to help it resist the power of heaven once.

But after reading Mengbai's numerology, Fu Qing thought of many ways, and finally found that among the people he and Sang Huaqing had met, only the Xuan Turtle had lived the longest.

In terms of age, the old white dragon of Luohe Sect had to call the Xuan Turtle an elder.

Da Liu looked at Fu Qing and said, "How do you know that I will help you?" You must know that this is against the principles of heaven, it is good to cover up the past, if you don't cover the past, everyone will die miserably." ”

Fu Qing took out a crystal clear stone from his sleeve, and there seemed to be countless starry skies hidden in that stone.

When Da Liu saw the stone, his eyes were straight.

"Mix... Chaos Divine Stone!?"

What would a man who had been alone for decades look like when he saw a woman in his own home, especially when he was lying on his bed?

What is the man's eyes, Da Liu's eyes are like that at this time.

Fu Qing just took out the stone for a while, and many eyes instantly turned their eyes to the imperial city, then to Pingfang Street, then to the restaurant, and finally to Fu Qing.

Not only are there people in the restaurant looking at this side, but even many people in the imperial city are looking at this side.

It's really because the moment that stone is taken out, the breath it contains and brings is so unique.

Soon, there was also a look from the west looking this way.

It's just that when Han Zaiqi saw Fu Qing sitting in the restaurant, he withdrew his gaze.

There are only some unearthly places where no one looks at this side, and no one on the immortal mountain in the East China Sea looks at this side.

When Fu Qing withdrew the stone into his sleeve, Da Liu still didn't come to his senses.

I don't know how long it took, and Bei Zang, who was holding the shocking wood, slapped the shocking wood in his hand on the table with a bang.

All the listeners were startled by this shocking sound, and Da Liu was also shocked back to his senses by this sound.

"Are you crazy? Take this out of this place like this. ”

Da Liu hurriedly sat opposite Fu Qing and said in a low voice.

"How?"

Fu Qing looked at Da Liu expressionlessly.

Lowering his head, Da Liu pondered. He's weighing, he's weighing whether it's worth it or not.