Shock! A shock of generosity to death! A feeling that Xiaoshan has never experienced!

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However, Xiaoshan did not allow such a senseless death, and he did not consider it a great sacrifice. He firmly believes that only living is the best choice. Only by living can we do more meaningful things.

Of course he wants to block it. But what can he do when he has just entered the Dao realm? his ability is no different from that of a mortal martial arts master. He could only look at Uncle Xia.

Xia Jiwen didn't want to be pretentious, although he regretted such military talents, but it was not a gentleman's job to stop a warrior who wanted to die for the country.

Summer Wen's old thoughts, Xiaoshan didn't understand.

The war outside was unusually tragic, but it was hidden in the sound of the rain, making it impossible to tell who was hurting and who was suffering?

In the potholes of the stone road, the accumulated rainwater, muddy and bloody, seems to be covering everything. The bloodiness and cruelty of war, even if it is washed away by rain, the pain caused by war has not changed.

Xia Jiwen took a judge's pen and wrote the word "broken" in a swaying manner, and then heard a bang, the window and door cracked, and the remaining strength flew into the rain, frightening both sides of the bloody battle.

followed, Xiaoshan and the others went out.

"Who is coming?" This is a leader of the Xin Kingdom, he has just led this team to the result of the general of the Na Jia Kingdom, what a battle feat. It's not anyone's luck, but they just happened to be touched. It's just that the two people who came over suddenly puzzled him, and he couldn't tell the difference between the enemy and me.

"Alas" Meng Xiaoshan sighed, it was too late for them after all, and those who were determined to die might not be able to stop them at all.

Xia Jiwen shook his head, and then said lightly: "Okay, let the old man solve these children."

Those Xin soldiers, carrying weapons, gathered together, vigilant against abnormalities. The captain's question was not answered, although he was annoyed, but seeing that the posture of the two of them was not trivial, and he did not dare to fight easily, he was not sure for a while.

Xiaoshan stopped: "Uncle Xia, no." "Although Huzi's life was lost in the hands of these people, after all, the position of the country is different, even if he is angry, he cannot take the lives of others at will.

Xia Jiwen stopped doing it, anyway, some mortals don't have a lifespan of decades, whether they kill or not, they will die after all.

"Go"

Xia Jiwen disappeared into the rainy night with Meng Xiaoshan, walking so suddenly, it seemed that he had never appeared.

The group of soldiers was stunned for a moment, as if they didn't know that they had already closed the ghost gate. The two people who had just appeared and disappeared suddenly did not speak to them, but only answered each other as if they did not exist.

The rain did not stop, and even if it was not heavy, it was still dripping.

In autumn, with rainy days, the chill naturally seeps from the bones. Meng Xiaoshan followed Uncle Xia and returned by road, just making a circle and heading towards the Yunqing Mountain Range from another road.

Taking advantage of his leisure, Meng Xiaoshan sat quietly on the judge's pen to regulate his internal breath, anyway, he didn't have to worry about danger along the way, with his Uncle Xia controlling the whole process, safety was absolutely guaranteed.

The realm of refining qi is not too difficult, as long as the first qi can be accumulated, the remaining qi will be like rolling cotton, more and more. Of course, it is not difficult to refer to the fact that there is already the first true qi. If you can't cultivate the first true qi, it will definitely be difficult.

If Meng Xiaoshan hadn't boldly used Shao Qingxue's true qi as a guide to make the first true qi, I'm afraid he wouldn't have advanced so fast now.

He didn't have exercises, but the non-action method was enough to surprise him. Every time it runs, it is often accompanied by the true qi and the inner breath of the mortal world. This can be regarded as a fellow practitioner of Xianwu. Of course, it was different from the martial cultivators of the cultivation realm, because he was not a body cultivator.

True Qi follows the meridians to the sea of qi, and eventually gathers like a river converging into the sea. What he has to do now is to fill the sea of qi with true qi according to the "Smoke and Dust Record", which is the stage of collecting heaven and earth aura and transforming it into his own mana. Filling the sea of qi is also increasing mana to the limit. According to the book, when the mana reaches a certain limit, there will naturally be a new breakthrough, which is the so-called 'breaking the bottleneck'. When the water comes naturally, it will naturally advance and cross the bottleneck to reach the foundation building period.

When Meng Xiaoshan was immersed in cultivation, Xia Jiwen had already carried him to a town. There is something peculiar about this town, it is not located on the edge of the plains, but on the top of sparsely populated mountains. Yes, this is not a mortal town, this is a town in the cultivation realm, a town for cultivators.

When entering the city, you naturally have to walk, and if you don't have an identity certificate, you also need to hand over the spirit stone to reapply for a temporary identity. The so-called identity certificate refers to the well-known sect certificate in the cultivation world, and serving in that sect or being a disciple is a kind of identity. Of course, this sect must also be recognized. Generally, these people with identification are free to enter the city, but they have to pay a fee for the casual training without a sect.

Uncle Xia seems to have been here a long time ago and has handled all the formalities very skillfully, as for where the spirit stone came from, Xiaoshan has no way of knowing.

The so-called temporary identity is also a special formation of the waist card, into the city, there will be occasional city guards inquiry, light the waist card, check the formation, naturally nothing.

And they entered the city. The streets are full of people, like a mortal market. The two of them walked towards the city, and Xia Jiwen led the way: "Let's go, let's go to the 'Big Finger Tea' house and sit down."

Meng Xiaoshan reluctantly said, "Uncle Xia, didn't we say that we would go to the Yunqing Sect, why did we come to this town to drink tea?"

Xia Jiwen said meaningfully: "Eh, don't worry, you'll know when you go." ”

Just followed Uncle Xia to find the teahouse. It was a small teahouse, obviously not noble in the town, and it was accessible to ordinary people. Go in, hand over a handful of spirit stones, and the tea can be drunk casually, even if you drink it vigorously, the store will never stop you. If you order some refreshments, then you have to pay another spirit stone.

The hall was filled with most of the people, and the two of them found the center and sat down.

Xiaoshan had no choice but to drink tea to moisten his throat. A sweet fragrance comes straight into the mind with the taste buds and smell, giving people a sense of tranquility and serenity. Xiao Shan obviously felt that the true qi that had just gathered in his body no longer needed to be run-in, and it had already merged into one. So, I couldn't help but drink a few more glasses.

And Uncle Xia didn't drink tea, but closed the closing to recuperate, as if waiting for something. Xiaoshan was a little puzzled.

At this moment, a white-haired old man came in. Most of the people in the hall looked at him, and he seemed to be a celebrity.

The old man said, "Everyone, I'm sorry, some things have been delayed for a while."

Uncle Xia opened his eyes and took a sip of tea, as if the person he was waiting for was coming.

Xiaoshan looked at all this strangely. I saw that the old man skillfully climbed to a high seat, and then a tea boy served tea. Then the old man sat upright, took out a plank, and "snapped", only to hear him: "

The golden mountain chases the shadow for thousands of years, and the clouds fly high and the water flows artesianly.

Thousands of miles of Yangtze River floating jade belt, a round of silver moon rolling gold ball.

In the Qing Dynasty, there were several lines of names and surnames, and there were countless barren hills in Beimang.

The predecessors sowed the seeds and the later people reaped, saying that the dragons fought for the tiger.

・・・・・・

The nonsense continued, next, Bai Lao Liu continued to tell you the latest news, since that immortal entered my cultivation realm・・・・・・"

So that's the case, Meng Xiaoshan suddenly realized that Uncle Xia deserved to be an old-timer.