The Changchun Valley is quiet, and it can be called a needle drop. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

A few big birds with many mouths, one by one, stayed on the ground honestly at the moment, trembling and accepting the review of Lord Fu Jiang, and no longer had the arrogance of the past.

It's not okay to be honest, didn't you see that Erlenzi stretched his neck and screamed just now, and was plucked out a lot of hair by the big fist adult, and he was about to become a featherless bird?!

There is a reason why Fu will clean up these birds.

Originally, the birds foraged elsewhere during the day and came back at night to rest, and they came and went quietly, living in harmony with each other, and the well water did not interfere with the river water.

But last night some of the birds didn't know what was wrong there, and they were making a lot of noise, quacking, and the noisy people were so annoyed that they couldn't bear it.

Mo Qing was meditating, and Huang Laoxie was sleeping.

These voices Huang Laoxie would definitely not be able to hear them, and as for Mo Qing, he could also automatically block them when he was cultivating now, and he would not be affected by them.

But the general couldn't bear it anymore, and jumped up the tree to find the birds, ready to tell them that the night was a time to rest, and that they should not shout like this.

But where will this group of birds listen to the words of the blessed general, and after it comes, they will be even more happy.

One of the dead birds turned around and pulled a bubble of shit on the incompetent monkey, fully expressing his disdain.

Fu Jiang was angry at that time, and his whole body was hairy and erect, like a cat with fried hair.

'What a bullying monkey!

I think that this monkey was also a king who led a huge group of monkeys, forbade orders, and followed the law, although now the size has become smaller, and it has become a small follower, but you can't bully the monkey too much!

Fu Jiang was angry, and the consequences were of course serious.

This morning, Mo Qing ate roast bird meat.

Not to mention that this meat is really delicious, it tastes delicious, crispy and delicious, especially the crispy bones on the body, which are squeaky and fragrant when chewed.

Mo Qing was full of praise when he ate, and while eating, he encouraged Fu Jiang to catch some more tonight.

But this should be impossible, after seeing the murderous appearance of Fu Jiang, the fool will fly back and let it turn itself into a featherless bird.

Such a delicacy Huang Lao Xie did not eat, because he was still asleep.

Since the recurrence of the trauma of the soul that night, he has been in a coma for three days and three nights after falling into a deep sleep under the treatment of Yu Pei.

At first, Mo Qing was still very worried about Huang Laoxi's safety, after all, he had never encountered such a long coma.

Of course, when he himself first came into this world, the time he lay on the grass did not count.

One is that he doesn't know how long he has been in a coma, and the other is that the coma happened to him, not to the people he cared about.

Concern is chaos.

These four words say how many emotions are difficult to express, and there are too many examples that can be seen in life, although many seem ordinary, and many people take them for granted.

There are always many people who have a headache and fever, and they don't pay attention to it at all, what should they do?

But once these minor illnesses reach her family, she will be anxious, doing something for a while and doing something for a while, and making you feel a little too much.

But when these emotions subside, there will be a strong feeling of emotion lingering in my heart.

After this period of exploration and training, Mo Qing has been able to initially use some divine soul power, and the release of divine consciousness is what he can use, although he is still not proficient.

After releasing his divine sense and feeling it carefully to the sleeping Huang Laoxi, his hanging heart also let go a lot.

The vitality in Huang Laoxi's body is much stronger than usual, although he is still asleep, but Mo Qing can feel his gradually stronger spirit, it seems that Huang Laoxie has recovered well, and it is estimated that he will not have to suffer from the torture of the soul in the future.

A young figure moved back and forth in the Changchun Valley, its body flexible like an ape, dazzling.

No, not one but two figures, and a real monkey the size of a fist jumped happily behind the young figure, with his movements.

It's just that the movements it makes don't show any resemblance to the young figure.

The willow hanging low, the long hair like a girl, the figure and the hair shuttled rapidly.

Liusi only shook slightly, and then returned to normal, like a breeze blowing from nowhere.

The martial arts practitioners on the rivers and lakes, if they see this scene, they will definitely be amazed by the superb light skills and high talent of this person, and I don't know how many pretentious martial arts practitioners they have to live and shame.

After all, it's just a six-year-old.

The boy suddenly sped up, leaving shadows in the forest.

Then he rushed to the edge of the valley, and with a soft drink, a palm that turned red at some point was imprinted on the huge bluestone at a very fast speed.

It looked like a powerful palm, but after hitting the stone, there was no imaginary loud noise, which was quite anticlimactic.

However, the repeated green smoke that rose afterwards told people that this palm was not as simple as it seemed.

Mo Qing, who stopped, wiped the sweat from his head, panting slightly and looking at the palm print that had just been printed on the stone in front of him.

The palm print was half an inch deep into the stone, and at this time, there were drops of magma sliding downward, and there was a popping sound when it fell to the ground.

Mo Qing looked down at his white and tender palm, and a smile appeared on his face.

No one could have imagined that such a pair of little hands with baby fat could have such great lethality.

The unhappiness in my heart just now has disappeared a lot.

Mo Qing's body just now, to be honest, is already very rare, even the grandfather in his previous life will touch his beard with satisfaction when he sees that he can use the monkey drill forest to this extent.

After all, monkeys burrowing into the forest are not very advanced methods.

But Mo Qing was still not satisfied, because his goal was to pass through the ten thousand branches and not stick to the leaves, although the dense branches and leaves of those willows were a bit excessive.

The kung fu just now was created by Mo Qing in a flash of inspiration.

Although the power of the fireball technique is great, the speed is not fast, and those who have a better body and a faster speed can easily dodge the past.

In order to avoid this defect, Mo Qing whimsically covered his hand with a fireball, and then used it with the monkey drill forest to make up for the lack of fireball technique.

The action just now is that he is confirming his thoughts, judging from the results, the effect is very good, if a person is touched by Mo Qing's body, he will definitely be burned to death

If you are poor, you will change, and if you change, you will be able to reach it.

A flexible brain is very important on the road to growth, which can allow people to avoid many detours and survive better in the cruel competition.

Throughout the ages, there has been no one who has achieved great things and has been foolish.

Even if there are people who look like fools, they are all wise and foolish, pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, and all those who regard them as fools will be eaten little by little in the end.

"Combining immortal arts with worldly martial arts is a good idea, although it is a bit of a trick, but it is unexpected.

Ordinary immortal cultivators look down on the kung fu of the secular world, and it is this carelessness that makes your kung fu very likely to build miracles in the future against the enemy."

A slightly satisfied voice slowly came from behind Mo Qing.

Mo Qing didn't feel the slightest surprise at the sudden sound, and his powerful divine sense made him aware of it before Huang Laoxie reached him.

Turning around a little excitedly, looking at Huang Laoxi, who was smiling at him, Mo Qing showed a happy smile on his face, and said happily:

"Congratulations to Uncle Huang for healing from his old injuries and not suffering from his soul from now on"

Huang Laoxie laughed twice, then took two steps forward, bent down and picked up Mo Qing from the ground, held it in his arms, took out the jade pendant with one hand, and solemnly hung it around Mo Qing's neck.

Seeing that Mo Qing wanted to excuse himself, Huang Laoxie shook his head slightly and said in a low voice:

"It's your stuff in the first place, and you don't take it from anyone. My dark wounds have healed, and I can't use it anymore. It's better to return things to their original owners. ”

Seeing that Mo Qing still wanted to refuse, Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but forcibly take it up.

"The old man is so old, he can't still ask you for a doll."

After laughing and scolding, he paused for a moment and said to Mo Qing seriously:

"It's a good thing, protect it, don't give away its secrets. ”

The things that can nourish the soul are all treasures that can be found, let alone such a treasure with a function against the sky.

That cultivator who has been dead for I don't know how many years, after so many years of death, can still rely on his instinct to snatch Mo Qing away, relying on this jade pendant.

Otherwise, just by virtue of his cultivation, the divine soul would have dissipated in heaven and earth long ago.

"Now I'm getting more and more curious about this cultivator, but it's a pity that I haven't gotten any valuable clues other than the maple leaf on my clothes. ”

After saying this, Huang Laoxie shook his head and smiled again, as if he remembered that he had cultivated a little bit of it, and it was useless to know these things.

After the recovery of the soul, Huang Laoxie looked like a fairy wind and bones, and there was a faint smell of dust. Every move has a different charm.

While he was standing there not knowing what to think, Mo Qing suddenly felt like he was facing a pool of autumn water, and like looking at a cluster of cultivated bamboos standing in the wind.

Mo Qing's divine soul is also very powerful, and if he is fully released, he can sense a large area of wind and grass, but he does not have the indescribable temperament of Huang Yaoshi.

'Temperament is born from the heart, when you have experienced joys and sorrows, tasted the vicissitudes of the world, and seen the world, the temperament will naturally be different. ’

Mo Qing suddenly remembered a sentence from a book he had read in his previous life.

Maybe that's the reason, Mo Qing thought to herself.

However, Huang Laoxi's state disappeared quickly, because he thought of Mo Lun and Mo Qing, and his heart was warm.

God is still good to him, and after being completely hurt by the person he trusts the most, he met a confidant brother, a real disciple.

Under the agitation of emotions, it is natural that he can't maintain his previous appearance.