Zila!!

Another bright arc of electricity shot into the back of the boy's heart, and the young man's mother, who was meeting with the fairy sister in a dream, bounced up. Immediately there was a pop, and the burnt young man lay on the ground with his hands and feet twitching.

Not far behind him, an old Taoist priest with immortal wind bones, who hated iron but not steel, put away his right palm that was faintly glowing with thunder.

"You can't teach your children, you can't teach them......"

After a whole morning of torture, no, it should be the end of the practice. Bai Xiaoyi, who had mediocre qualifications, finally understood the way the eight veins and breath of the Qi Jing ran in the midst of lightning and thunder. But the price to pay is that his fragile little body was forced to suffer seven or eight palm thunders. So much so that when he was eating lunch, Bai Xiaoyi was still holding his smoky hair, and the muscles of his whole body were twitching uncontrollably.

The arrogant wind with a new understanding in the way of the sword stared at Bai Xiaoyi's dark little face for a long time with an idiot-like look, and then he just said lightly with a cold and arrogant temperament:

"It only took me an hour to learn this. ”

Bai Xiaoyi, whose eyes were crooked and his mouth was slanted, trembled and pointed at this young man who was still talking cool words, but he didn't say the second half of the sentence for a long time.

But fortunately, the morning practice finally came to an end in the sound of "Zila" and Bai Xiaoyi's wail. Unfortunately, the afternoon practice has just begun.

After lunch, Bai Xiaoyi, who felt that his bones were about to be broken, lay on the grass in the yard on all fours, but just as he was about to talk to Zhou Gong and his old man about life, two little black charcoal heads jumped in from the gap in the west wall.

Sixi and Wufu, who were already familiar with Bai Xiaoyi, looked at the two strangers in the courtyard in surprise, and then looked at the gray-faced rogue boy with some puzzlement:

"Brother Bai, what's wrong with you?

Struggling to sit up, Bai Xiaoyi muttered angrily:

"Adult's business, don't get involved with the little fart, go and go, go and fetch water by yourself, let me rest for a while. ”

As he spoke, the rogue boy snapped and fell down again. The sensible Wufu hurriedly ran to Bai Xiaoyi's side and nervously checked:

"Brother Bai, are you okay, is that old man and big brother bullying you?"

Bai Xiaoyi rubbed the little girl's head and said softly:

"It's okay, your big brother Bai is cultivating immortals. He pointed to Xi Yingzhen, who was closing his eyes and recuperating on the side, "See, that white-bearded old man is a fairy, and I am now his apprentice." I heard that after this tribulation, I am also a half-immortal body!"

The little girl blinked her big watery eyes, and she really took the rogue boy's words seriously. She timidly walked to the Qingyi Daoist, tugged at the placket of the old man's clothes with her little hand and asked:

"Fairy grandpa, can you cure my mother's illness?"

Slowly opening her eyes, Xi Yingzhen stared at this poor little girl with some embarrassment. Bai Xiaoyi on the side waited to watch the show with a cheap smile, but what he didn't expect was that the old Taoist priest hugged the little girl to his lap, and after carefully inquiring about her mother's condition, he pretended to be profound:

"Immeasurable Tianzun, little doll, this immortal will help you cure your mother's illness for the sake of your filial piety. ”

As he spoke, with a move of his left hand, a treasure bag flew into his hand from the Buddha hall. In Xiao Wufu's surprised gaze, he took out a porcelain vase and a few pieces of rune paper and handed them to the young girl.

"There are seven elixirs and seven spirit runes here, and after you go back, swallow the elixir with the water made of spirit runes, once a day at noon, and your mother's illness will be cured after seven days. ”

Surprised to take the medicine bottle and rune paper, the little girl lay on the ground and kowtowed to the old Taoist. Bai Xiaoyi, who was not far away, was stunned for a while.

When the two children left, the rogue boy with a puzzled face came to the old Taoist priest and said in a complaining tone:

"I said cheap master, you're a bit unauthentic. After all, you are also a big person with a ranking on the list of heavenly masters, how can you use these charlatans to fool children? What if someone eats a bad stomach? She wants to treat his mother?"

Rolling his eyes at this unsuccessful apprentice, the old Taoist priest said:

"Stinky boy, how do you know that my medicine and spirit runes can't cure diseases?"

Looking at the Qingyi Daoist with some suspicion, Bai Xiaoyi said with some uncertainty:

"I see that other doctors are all looking at and hearing and asking, and only after some diagnosis and treatment can they prescribe a prescription to grab medicine, and they need a lot of things to cure the disease. But it's better for you to be old, you really think you are a god, and you can cure a disease by giving a medicine bottle and a few rune papers?

Brushing the beard under his chin, the old Taoist priest and the old god explained:

"You stinky boy with mortal eyes, how can you see the mystery of my Taoist medical skills. Seeing that this apprentice who didn't learn or knew how to do anything wanted to be sarcastic, the old Taoist priest snorted coldly and said: "Hmph! If you have spirit, right? Then get up and practice for me! Look at the people's wind, go to the pile after eating, you look at you again, sleep after eating, were you a pig in your last life!"

Glancing viciously at the young man with the sword in the corner, Bai Xiaoyi reluctantly stood up and stood honestly in front of the Qingyi Daoist.

Xi Yingzhen slowly got up and came to the middle of the courtyard. He took a deep breath, his feet sank slightly, and he snorted lightly:

"Canopy!"

In the sound of the cara, the stone slab under the feet of the Tsing Yi Dao man immediately stepped out of a deep footprint. Bai Xiaoyi was dumbfounded, and the Taoist slowly stepped out of his left foot, and the wind was light.

Another footprint on the ground.

"Tensuke!"

The Taoist did not stop under his feet, his right foot stepped over his left foot, and his toes shifted slightly to the right front and then stepped heavily on the ground.

"Sky Fowl!"

The figure of the Taoist figure deflected with the trend, and the left foot followed closely with the right foot, and then slowly stepped forward and the right foot again.

"Tianxin!Tianzhu!Tianren!Tianying!"

After two turns, the Tsing Yi Daoist took seven steps steadily on the ground, and then he turned around and stepped back again along the opposite path. After repeating the cycle, the old Taoist priest walked back and forth in front of Bai Xiaoyi seven times before he retracted his body and stood in place like a pine.

The rogue boy watched intently as the old Taoist priest finished this set of footwork from beginning to end, and then he blinked his eyes and asked curiously.

"I said cheap master, which one are you practicing? Why are you stepping on so many pits?"

"Step on your ball! This is called Yu Bu, do you understand! Yu Bu!"

Xi Yingzhen is so angry, he kindly practiced the way of walking in front of his apprentice, but he didn't expect this unsuccessful apprentice to be stupid like this.

Looking at the appearance of the old Taoist priest blowing his beard and staring at his eyes, Bai Xiaoyi closed his mouth in a funny way, he smiled wryly, and motioned to the master and his old man to continue. The old man let out a sigh of relief, suppressed his anger and said:

"Yu Bu is created by King Yu of Great Xia, and he can summon the gods, which is the root of my Daomen and the essence of the mystery. This set of footwork was originally used by the ancient witch clan to exorcise ghosts and spirits, and then evolved and inherited by the predecessors of the Taoist sect, and it has reached its current appearance. I will remember you firmly for Dao Ye!"

Bai Xiaoyi, who was afraid of angering the master, nodded hurriedly.

"Okay, according to the footprints I took for the teacher, arrange to walk again. Take a wrong step and see how I clean you up!"

Standing tentatively at the starting position of Fang Cai Daoist, Bai Xiaoyi took the first step tremblingly. He turned his head to look at the old Taoist priest with a unchanged expression, and continued to take the next step. After a full seven steps, this scoundrel boy unexpectedly did not make a wrong step. This made the faces of the Tsing Yi Dao people finally have a somewhat satisfied look.

"Hmm...... It's okay, dull is a little dull, but fortunately, the memory is good. Walking back to the steps with confidence, the old Taoist priest ordered: "Follow this set of steps for an hour, take a wrong step, and the Taoist master will split you." Until you close your eyes and you can't go wrong!"

With a sad face, Bai Xiaoyi walked with difficulty to take the steps that his master taught him. But for a beginner, even if you remember it firmly, at the end of an hour, the tired body will make your mind numb and take a few wrong steps. The result was the occasional thunder in the temple and the miserable but somewhat familiar sorrow of a rogue boy.