The sun is rising, and the purple air is rising in the east.

The top of a big tree in the mountains.

The old man closed his eyes and stood on the leaves of the treetops.

The body moves at will, and the mind moves with the body.

Feet square, hand drawn.

Dancing hand and foot, like walking on the ground.

Like a flowing cloud, like a phantom.

Esoteric and mysterious.

The demons in the world are much the same, first enlightening the mind, then realizing the practice, and waiting for the accumulation of mana to transform into shape.

However, the monsters in the "Payroll Hall" are different, they have opened their minds and transformed into shapes, but they have no mana to support them.

The old way enlightened them, but they only passed on the words, not the cultivation.

No one knows what kind of medicine is sold in the old gourd?

If it is to help them these weak monsters, the most direct thing is to teach powerful cultivation methods.

Or, to help humans educate demons?

Lao Dao practiced every day and went to court, and he was silent alone, but he did not avoid people's eyes and ears.

The early children turn a blind eye.

The Rogues leaned against the transparent cage, rolling her eyes. The weird cultivation of the old way, she had also secretly practiced with it, except for sweating profusely, she didn't feel anything.

On the treetops, among the clouds and mist, in the morning glow.

The movements of the old way are sometimes fast and sometimes slow, which seems strange and natural.

The monkey stared at the old way, distracted.

Suddenly, an unknown longing welled up in my heart.

The monkey jumps on a boulder.

Close your eyes.

The movements of the old way flashed in the monkey's mind one by one.

The monkey unconsciously draws a scoop on the gourd, imitating the movements of the old way.

From jerky, to smooth.

Inexplicably, drunk and forgetful.

Hearty.

The monkey with his eyes closed suddenly felt a flower in front of him.

It was a vast and colorful world that had never been seen before.

And he is like a speck of dust in the colorful world.

The monkey was startled and opened his eyes.

The rising sun is still the same.

Lao Dao had stopped practicing and landed opposite the monkey, staring at the monkey with a serious face.

"If you don't ask yourself, you are a thief. The monkey remembered the old words of the past few days, and immediately felt ashamed, didn't he steal the teacher?

"Dao Chief, I didn't mean to steal ...... school"

"Since the old Tao practices openly, there is no such thing as stealing or not stealing. Lao Dao waved his hand and stopped: "Those little guys have all practiced secretly, but no one can practice it." ”

The monkey's heart widened.

Lao Dao looked at the monkey and said, "You are very good, different." ”

Lao Dao didn't take his eyes off it, and said, "Can you tell Lao Dao, what makes you different?"

The monkey thought seriously and said, "I jumped out of the rock, does it count?"

Lao Dao was stunned, and laughed again: "Interesting! Interesting!"

The monkey said, "Don't you believe it?"

The old Tao asked rhetorically: "Why don't you believe it?"

The monkey muttered: "In Huaguo Mountain, except for Xiaocao, no one believes it. ”

"Huaguo Mountain?" Lao Dao suddenly lost his voice and said, "You are from Huaguo Mountain?"

The monkey didn't know why, nodded and said, "That's right, Huaguo Mountain." ”

It took a long time for Lao Dao to recover from the shock, and cautiously warned the monkey: "Monkey, you must remember that no matter who you are in the future, you must not let people know that you are from Huaguo Mountain, otherwise, a catastrophe will come." ”

The monkey's heart suddenly burst and said, "Why?"

Lao Dao pointed to the sky, with a look of jealousy, and said: "You can't say it, you can't say it, if you say it, it will also cause trouble." ”

The monkey was even more confused.

Lao Dao sighed: "When you reach a certain level of cultivation in the future, you will know." ”

Huaguo Mountain is different, the creatures in the mountain are born with wisdom and can speak people.

There is plenty of spiritual energy in the mountains, but you can't cultivate.

For thousands of years, there has not been a single yokai.

The monkey said in his heart: "Huaguo Mountain, there is indeed a big secret. ”

I don't know how long it took, Lao Dao suddenly said leisurely: "Monkey, are you willing to practice the Great Dao?"

"Yes. Willing. The disciple visits the master. ”

The monkey was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed, but was stopped by the old way.

"Hehe, the old road has not been completed, and according to the rules of the master, he is not qualified to accept apprentices. However, Lao Tao is willing to introduce you to a teacher. ”

The monkey was also overjoyed, and bowed down with his fists: "Dao Da Grace ......"

Before he finished speaking, Lao Dao's face suddenly changed greatly, and he looked at the sky with a gloomy face.

"Damn, how did he find here?"

A purple light shot out from between Lao Dao's fingers, but it was a purple and simple stone mirror, and the stone mirror was suspended above the "Liuxingtang".

The old Taoist said: "Yan Luo Shenyin." ”

I saw the purple gas of the stone mirror blooming, like smoke and fog, enveloping the "salary hall".

After that, the stone mirror disappeared without a trace along with the "salary hall".

The old mandra pinched again, and the dungeon cage of the Rakshasa Girl disappeared, and the Rakshasa Girl who rushed out to vent her grievances, the old Dao was dark and cold, and said to the monkey, the old cow and the Rakshasa Girl: "Remember, there is no 'salary hall' here, and there are no twenty-four little monsters. ”

After speaking, an astonishing murderous aura swept away from Lao Dao's body.

The monkey is like an ice cellar, and his soul is trembling.

The monkeys had no doubt that the slightest disobedience would lead to death.

The Rakshasa woman's face was as earth-colored, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Count, count you ruthless." ”

The murderous aura is overflowing, and it is getting stronger and stronger.

"Senior sister, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come unharmed. ”

A clear voice, like a gust of spring breeze, blew through everyone.

A man in a white robe stepped on a cloud and fell from the sky.

Falling in front of Lao Dao, his face was warm and warm.

The white clothes are sassy, and the instruments are magnificent, like a fairy among the gods.

"Shut up, who's your sister!"

Lao Dao regarded him as a mortal enemy.

The fierce murderous aura that filled the sky gathered into a peerless sword.

Slice through the air and stab the man in white in the heart.

In an instant, the sword intent approached the man in white, but he was indifferent and smiled bitterly.

"Maniac!"

Lao Dao snorted coldly, controlling the sword intent to shift slightly.

The sharp sword intent grazed the heart of the man in white and passed through his body.

The man in white snorted and forcibly swallowed the blood back from his throat.

"Senior sister. The man in white still looked at Lao Dao gently.

The sword intent penetrated his body, and the force remained undiminished, continuing to carve out a hideous ravine more than ten zhang long on the ground.

Presumably, his internal organs have been stirred to the ground.

The man in white covered his chest and said with a wry smile: "Senior sister, after so many years, your anger has not subsided?"

Lao Dao suddenly hissed and roared exhaustedly: "How can it be eliminated! How can it be eliminated!"

As if he had exhausted his strength, Lao Dao looked decadent.

Purple light flashed.

Lao Dao has become the little girl in the purple skirt with pink makeup again.

"Senior sister, as always, you are young and smart. ”

The man in white sighed, "One day, you will understand the hardships of your senior brother. ”

The little girl in the purple skirt was furious: "Fuck you!"

The man in white turned around helplessly, glanced at the monkey, the old cow, and the Rakshasa woman, and finally landed his gaze on the monkey.

The monkey also stared at the man in white.

The man in white is suave.

The monkey's soul couldn't help but tremble, and the man in white was not angry or threatening, but it was like a vast starry sky, unfathomable.

The man in white had an approachable face.

"When we first met, my name was Tianpeng. ”