"Renjie, do you want to cultivate your divine sense? I have a secret technique here?"

Hu Qingniu looked at Zhen Renjie beside him, and said step by step, like a strange Shu millet holding a lollipop to coax little Lori.

Zhen Renjie had a battle between heaven and man in his heart, that is, he was tempted to cultivate his divine sense, and he was afraid of the insidious cunning of the thief and the cow, and finally shook his head stiffly and sternly refused.

"Where does the ink come from, let you practice, you can practice!"

Seeing that Zhen Renjie dared to refuse, Hu Qingniu glared suddenly, and forced the secret technique that he had torn in half and pieced together into Zhen Renjie's arms.

Zhen Renjie felt that he was holding a hot potato in his hand, and he couldn't help but start to slander in his heart, the damn thief cow wouldn't want to cause trouble, so shift the focus to himself, the more he recalled the sinister smile on the corner of the thief cow's mouth, the more he felt that it was very possible, and he couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved in his heart.

"It's a pity that I don't know how to read and write, otherwise it will be your turn, give me a good explanation of the secret arts!"

Hu Qingniu's eyes widened, and Zhen Renjie suddenly realized, it turned out that the thief cow was also happy to see the hunt, but he couldn't understand the secret technique, and he wanted to let himself translate, which was really a false alarm.

Then he opened the booklet with an excited face, studied it with relish, and told Hu Qingniu about the methods recorded in the secret arts.

It's just that the more he talks, the more weird Zhen Renjie's face becomes, and finally slams the booklet on the ground, with a burst of bad luck, and Hu Qingniu glanced at each other, and felt that he was cheated by Chen Daoyun.

"Wow, damn it, you dare to play tricks on me!"

Hu Qingniu was so angry that he jumped to his feet, but the contrived anger on his face made Zhen Renjie feel weird no matter how he looked at it, and it felt like he was pretending.

"You find someone to copy and circulate the secret art to everyone, Chen Daoyun must still have a private collection, maybe he has a portrait of an immortal on him!"

After groaning, Hu Qingniu said slowly with a dark smile, Zhen Renjie heard it, his eyes were about to fall, he opened his mouth, and he couldn't hold back a word for a long time, this guy is also tired of poison, this is the rhythm of Chen Daoyun to death.

Now many disciples of the Pastoral Sect, and even the elders, have shifted their attention to Hu Qingniu, all for the sake of his divine consciousness secret technique, full of greed and desire.

Spreading the secret technique of divine consciousness to everyone is undoubtedly giving everyone hope for cultivating divine consciousness, and when the chicken ribs of the secret technique are discovered, it is undoubtedly the reincarnation of heaven to hell, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and the anger that will follow.

If at this time, when he heard that Chen Daoyun had a portrait of an immortal hidden on his body, everyone's reaction could be imagined with their toes, Zhen Renjie's gaze at Hu Qingniu was full of fear, is this Nima's still a cow, and he couldn't help but feel a little silent for Chen Daoyun.

"Alas... I am good, but I force me to become a prostitute. ”

Sensing Zhen Renjie's strange eyes, Hu Qingniu sighed a little sentimentally, with an unbearable look on his face.

"I believe you have a ghost!"

Zhen Renjie secretly despised in his heart, this guy is not only a bitch, but also a memorial arch, but now he is also a grasshopper on the same line as Hu Qingniu, so he can only arrange it according to his instructions.

The next day, everyone became more and more enthusiastic about Hu Qingniu's possession of the secret art of cultivating divine consciousness, which basically swept the entire Pastoral Sect, and everyone watched the development of things quietly to see if they could get a piece of the pie.

There are even elders who have privately discussed that this technique is extraordinary, it cannot be mastered by others, and it needs to be handed over to the sect to be in charge, so as to avoid disasters, as for the little Jiujiu in their hearts, everyone is tacit.

The secret art has been confiscated and returned to the sect, so can't they, as elders, borrow it?

With the continuous fermentation of things, there is already a faint tendency to force the palace, forcing Hu Qingniu to hand over the viewing technique, which cannot be left in his hands.

At this moment, Hu Qingniu let out an angry roar, saying that he was being played by Chen Daoyun, this technique is simply chicken ribs, and it cannot be cultivated, and everyone doesn't believe it, and then a hand-copied version of the movie viewing technique was sent to everyone's hands.

"Hahahaha, watching movies, cultivating divine sense, the day of rise, is today!"

"Huh! Don't be too happy, didn't you hear Qingniu say that it was chicken ribs and couldn't cultivate?"

"Hmph! A beast naturally can't comprehend the secret art of human beings, that's his stupidity!"

After the secret technique was in hand, many disciples gathered together to discuss, and then stuffed the manuscript into their arms like a treasure, and each returned to the cave to begin to practice the method of watching movies.

In less than half a day, all the disciples blew up their nests, ran out of the cave one after another, roared in the sky, and even some tore the manuscript into tatters, and the confetti flew all over the sky, and their mouths kept cursing the chicken ribs of this technique.

Many elders also have a movie viewing technique in their cave mansions, and they are all blowing their beards and staring at their eyes at the moment, only to feel that their liver is hot, and they are obviously angry.

It's like a peerless beauty of dreams, who one day finally captures her heart and brings it home, and when she is about to hey, she suddenly finds that she has withered, how can she not be angry.

Gradually, another wind blew in the Pastoral Sect, which made the hope of many disciples extinguished rekindled, and everyone was like taking viagra, and some couldn't wait.

"Have you heard? When Chen Daoyun got the movie viewing technique, he also got a portrait of an immortal!"

"Is it really fake? Don't you say that this technique is the ancestral inheritance of Senior Brother Chen's family?"

"! You believe what he said, why don't you say that he is a descendant of immortals!"

"In any case, he must be asked to hand over the portrait of the immortal, how can such a sacred thing be left in the hands of a filthy person, it is simply a defilement, a kind of blasphemy!"

"That's right, the portrait of the immortal should be admired by the world and look up to its demeanor, this is the respect for the immortal, how can it be hidden in the dark, this is a great disrespect!"

"Alas... Senior Brother Chen is too selfish, as a sibling of the same sect, it is too chilling for me to act like this!"

The greed and selfishness of human nature are exposed at this moment, and all of them have a look of indignation on their faces, as if Chen Daoyun has done something heinous, and it is rare for everyone to work together to denounce it.

Even the elders shook their heads and sighed in the cave mansion, Chen Daoyun had really passed this time, such a thing should be handed over to the sect, how could it be swallowed privately, it was too disrespectful.

Now Chen Daoyun, hiding in his cave mansion in a panic, after spreading rumors, everyone will focus on Hu Qingniu, faintly denouncing the palace, which makes him extremely proud, boasting of strategizing, playing with Hu Qingniu between applause.

Unexpectedly, in one day, the style of painting changed abruptly, and the sudden news was like earth-shattering news, which made him stand on the spot.

"Portrait of an immortal, where did I get a portrait of an immortal from Nima, if there is one, I will still nest here?!"

Chen Daoyun's face was extremely aggrieved, his eyes were red, and he was faintly filled with tears, as if he couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, and almost cried.