The world is big.

Luoyang is also very large.

Ning Shi, a group of teenagers, frightened the Shendu overnight, many people sighed, many people envied, many people disdained, and some people were unmoved, or even didn't listen at all.

It's not that I don't want to listen, it's that I don't have time to listen.

Because it's busy.

Some people are very busy, and Luoyang City is also very busy, and Ning Shi and these young men showed a picture scroll to the entire Luoyang City, a perfect picture of cultivators.

The same teenagers, the same fifteen or sixteen years old, what are the children of these dignitaries and nobles busy with? Will they be promising?

What is Glory and Ancestor?

There can be a few champions!

If you become that cultivator, it is not bad to have a sword that is cold in the nineteen states.

Not to mention those high-ranking officials and nobles, even those who are in the narrow streets, in the dirty and messy sheds, who are about to survive, also dream of being able to practice.

A few oily and slick little guys muttered quietly to a few other servants with sinister eyebrows, as if they were discussing something big.

In a corner not far away, a box full of gold and silver jewelry passed quietly.

A man who seemed to be a 'fairy wind bone' took the gold and silver, took out a few pieces of paper from his arms, and explained in a low voice.

Luoyang City, the Divine Capital, secretly blew a strange wind.

The Wind of Cultivation.

With this gust of wind, dozens or hundreds of 'sects' that have never heard their names have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and even some second sword sect, the first floor in the world, is the only sect that I respect...... Wait, some organizations that are not reliable when they hear their names.

However, there are people who believe it.

Some people firmly believe that if you follow others, you can at least raise a million swords, no matter how bad it is, it's not bad to have a sword to fly.

Really, people who dare to brag dare to brag about anything!

Really, people with water in their brains dare to believe any big words!

A little girl with pigtails secretly took out a bowl of stewed meatballs that can only be eaten during the New Year from home with small steps, and trotted all the way to Mr. Private School's house.

On tiptoe, he handed the meatballs to a young woman: "Sir, you must not have eaten yet, this is my own cooking, it is delicious." ”

The young woman's eyebrows and eyes are as young as crescent moons, her figure is thin, she wears a pale cyan scholarly shirt, her black hair is not combed too carefully on her head, she is pinned to a white hairpin, and she holds a brush in her palm.

The young woman's body looked like it was not in the wind, but her spirit was flying, as if she had inexhaustible strength, but she looked a little anxious.

The young woman, who was called Mr., looked up at the girl who was combing her pigtails: "Xiaomu, the food is very fragrant, you can eat it." ”

The girl who combed the pigtails: "Mr. hasn't eaten it, how do you know the fragrance?"

The young woman lowered her head and continued to write, then said, "Smell all the fragrance, you don't need to eat, I'm not hungry, I'm really not hungry." ”

Seeing that the girl with pigtails still had something to say, the young woman asked directly, "Have you memorized the mantra taught you during the day?"

The girl who combed the pigtails lowered her head directly.

The young woman frowned: "Don't have time to carry it?

The girl with pigtails shook her head, bit her lip, and whispered, "Xiaomu, I don't know much about ......."

This sentence made the young woman's brushstrokes pause, and then she raised her head very seriously: "Where don't you understand?"

The little girl with pigtails thought for a while, and then said, "It seems, it seems, I don't understand it very well." ”

Maybe she felt that it was not good to say this, and the girl who combed the pigtails said again: "It's not Mr.'s fault, it's that Xiaomu is too stupid, it must be a very simple meaning, but Xiaomu just can't understand it." ”

The young woman thought for a moment, then said, "Then I'll tell you again, and you listen carefully, and I'll stop if you don't understand anything." This mantra is indeed a bit obscure, you ask me to think about it again, I will say it in another way, you listen to what else you don't understand. ”

The young woman frowned and began to scribble on the paper.

Some words are circled.

Some words were crossed out.

More words have been changed, and all those obscure words have been changed to words that can be accepted by ordinary people.

If Ning Shi stood by and watched, he would definitely be very surprised.

Because the mantra written by this young woman is not a three-character scripture, it is a practice of the entrance formula, but it has been changed beyond recognition, but it is very popular.

And the words written down are also very strange, obviously just words, but there seems to be a very special spirit between the words, which makes people can't take their eyes off the spirit.

The young woman who modifies the mantra has a nice name.

Her name is Rong Baiqi.

......

Sometimes, there are some things that you can't explain clearly, and you can't think about it, such as, love?

It's not the kind of love that is kind of love that scratches my head and makes a gesture, it may be more appropriate to describe it with desire, the love mentioned here is similar to Meng Bajiu's love for Ning Shi, similar, Xia Shan's love for Xia Pingfan.

Xia Pingfan became a happy fool.

The middle-aged Taoist Xia Shan thought about it for three days and three nights, and finally did not hesitate to cultivate his whole life into a divine thought, and crossed into Xia Pingping's spiritual sea in one go.

Xia Pingfan's eyes had more brilliance, but his master became a happy fool.

Forks in the road.

Choose one or the other.

The middle-aged Taoist priest chooses to let his apprentice see more of this world, he is old, a fool is a fool, no matter how stupid he is, it doesn't matter.

It took Xia Pingfan a whole day to digest this fact.

With tears in his eyes, he pinched his flesh desperately, and he didn't 'wake up' from the 'nightmare', because this was not a dream at all, this was the truth, a fact that Xia Pingfan had to accept.

Xia Pingfan couldn't help but believe it, because he could now make all the objects in the room leave the ground with a pinch of his hand, he always felt that the middle-aged Taoist priest was a fortune teller, and his master was an ordinary Taoist priest who was good at brains, sometimes deceiving some silver, and some tricks. His master, compared to Emperor Bai Qian last night, that is ten thousand.

But it wasn't until now that Xia Pingfan discovered that his master was actually really powerful.

Pushing a wheelchair, Xia Pingfan pushed Xia Shan to the door of the Contentment Changlu Building, and asked the master to bask in the sun: "Brother Ning, how did you come here at that time?"

Ning Shi, who was on a cane, leaned against the door, coughed and said, "Yes, I want to." ”

Xia Pingfan's eyes were full of fog: "Did you cry at that time?"

Ning Shi lifted a foot that was almost unconscious, and gently hit the wall: "I almost cried blind." ”

Xia Pingfan was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ning Shi in disbelief.

Then he found that Ning Shi's eyes were full of thoughts: "You are stronger than me, I was almost killed by the bad guys at that time, and I was powerless, you must not believe it, before my aunt was sealed, I didn't even touch the sword." ”

Sighed: "If my aunt can see my current sword, she should be very pleased." ”