In the next two days, Tang Li lived in the county office, but from time to time he would run to the house, and he would be familiar with it in front of the inner disciples, such a good opportunity, of course, he would not miss it.

What if you use it in the future?

But that cold-faced senior brother Shuang Baichang is not a good person to get along with, and squeezing a word out of his mouth is like dropping a piece of meat.

Tang Li can also understand, after all, he is one of the top ten outstanding disciples, and he has a bright future, so it is reasonable to look down on him, a small registered disciple of the outer sect.

And the other Senior Brother Leng simply didn't see anyone, but Senior Sister Mu was easier to get along with, and sometimes gave him a point or two in cultivation.

This Senior Sister Mu's name is Mu Xiaofan, her age is unknown, although she is not particularly outstanding, but she is expensive in the word 'white', the skin seems to be able to squeeze out milk, crystal clear in the sun, like snow, long black hair, slender neck, especially when viewed from the side, it is definitely a pleasure.

Coupled with that delicate and curvy figure, whenever he got along with Senior Sister Mu in close proximity, Tang Li felt that there was a possibility of a blowout of hormones at any time, and it was difficult to concentrate.

"Have you seen enough, did I remember what I told you," Senior Sister Mu couldn't help but be angry when she saw that her junior brother was looking at her stunned in a daze.

Her dignified inner disciple, the White Lotus Eight Grades, explained the basic exercises to a registered disciple of the outer door, this is simply an unprecedented thing, and she dares to be in a daze?

Tang Li hurriedly retracted his mind and said with an embarrassed smile, "Remember, remember, it's just that the junior brother tried it just now, and the feeling of qi seems to be nothing, and it can't be mobilized at all." ”

"That's why you need to run Zhou Tian," Mu Xiaofan's frowning willow eyebrows stretched slightly, "There are one hundred and eight big acupoints around the body, three hundred and sixty **, only by breaking away all the acupuncture points can you enter the innate realm, what you need now is to run Xiao Zhoutian, and what I just explained is the essentials of running Xiao Zhoutian, although everyone's qualifications are different, there is no difference in the cultivation of basic exercises, so you have to remember, do you know?"

"Thank you sister for your careful understanding in the past two days, my brother is unforgettable. Tang Li bowed and thanked him.

"Okay, don't forget what you promised me, if there is any news of the rejuvenating elixir, remember to notify me as soon as possible," Senior Sister Mu looked up at the sky, brushed her sideburns behind her ears, and showed a beautiful side face, "The hour is almost up, it's time to go." ”

"Yes, Senior Sister. Tang Li couldn't help but sigh secretly, alas, he was about to fall out of love again.

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Every year in September, the day of the beginning of winter, is the day when Qingqizhai goes down the mountain to collect offerings, today is the beginning of winter, and it is also the date of the end of the demon order, more than 30 monks gather in Qisong Town, but also for today.

Wang County Commander led all the officials of the county government, standing solemnly above the city gate, only to see the dust in the distance, about 50 horsemen and horses galloped from far and near, a triangular green flag fluttering in front of the queue, three golden characters on the book, green flag village.

With a stick of incense, more than 50 horsemen and bandits came to the city, and the head was a golden-haired man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and he didn't talk nonsense, raised the hammer in his hand and pointed at the Wang County Order above the city wall, and shouted, "Oh, the county order, don't open the city gate yet, and hand over the worship of my Qingqi Village!"

"My lord, who is this person?" Tang Li asked Xiang Wang County.

"This person calls himself the third master of Qingqi Village, the Golden Tiger. Wang Xian Ling replied softly, and then shouted at Jin Hu, "This county only gives you five hundred stones of grain, and there is not a single grain more." ”

"Let go of your mother's shit!" Jin Hu pulled the reins, sat down and the black tiger roared, shocking, "Two thousand stone grain, one hundred livestock, two hundred chickens, ducks and geese, not a single feather is missing, otherwise Grandpa Jin Hu will smash your city gate and wash Qisong Town in blood." ”

"This hero, why don't we all take a step back and halve the number?" Tang Li stepped hard, and the Qingqi Village spies who were tied like zongzi were full of pain, but unfortunately they had rags stuffed in their mouths, and they couldn't shout if they wanted to.

"Where did the yellow-mouthed child come from, he also deserves to bargain with his grandfather!" Jin Hu was furious.

Tang Li pointed to the golden tiger, and said with a color, "The fetal hair has not retreated, and the milky and dry miscellaneous hair dares to call himself grandpa, just five hundred stones, don't give it to Bilian!"

Jin Hu was so angry that his eyes twitched, and he was bloodied in front of so many little brothers who were scolded, but he didn't know how to fight back, and immediately roared, deafening, as if the entire city wall was trembling, and accompanied by a peculiar smell that diffused in the air.

"What a heavy demonic spirit!" Pi San, who was standing behind Tang Li, couldn't help but feel something.

"Fart, that's the fart I just released," Tang Li glanced at him angrily.

"My lord is heroic, and he is so imposing when he farts. Pi San's sycophants immediately followed, and the officials almost laughed when they heard this.

Tang Li was so angry that the corners of his mouth twitched, if he wasn't calling for a battle at this time, he really wanted to turn around and kick him ,——Nima, the rhythm of pretending to be forced was disrupted by you, what should you do next?"

At this moment, the city gate opened, and an old man dressed as a Taoist priest rushed out of the city gate with a group of officials, shouting, "Demon thief!

Oh, by the way, there are no lines of mine below, Tang Li remembered.

Jin Hu was having no place to vent his anger, and when he saw the city gate open, and came out of a small old way, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and beckoned to the brothers behind him, and rushed up with a hammer.

The two fought for only one round, Lao Dao almost didn't save Xiang Shang's head, the Dao hat was knocked away, the bun was scattered, very embarrassed, a rein, shouted 'withdraw', and ran to the city first.

Seeing this, the golden tiger laughed on his back, and naturally chased and beat hard, but as soon as he entered the city gate, he was beaten back to his original form by a golden light, showing his true face, but it was a golden tiger.

This blow really made Jin Hu suffer a big loss, and he hurriedly withdrew from the city gate, raised his hammer and waved his arm, "Brothers, let me kill in the city, no one will be left!"

Dozens of horsemen brandished weapons, the sound of killing shook the sky, and they drove straight in, but as soon as they entered the city, dozens of monks who were ambushed in the city suddenly killed and swarmed up.

No matter how fierce the bandits are, they are not enough in the eyes of these monks, and more than 50 bandits have almost no power to resist, and they are subdued after three strikes and five divisions, and those who resist are killed on the spot.

And several monks rushed out of the city gate and fought with the golden tiger, but after three or five rounds, all of them were smashed under the horses with heavy hammers.

A monk of the White Lotus Six Rank lay on the ground, foaming blood from his mouth, unable to move, only to see a fierce tiger wrapped in a strong wind, lifting his hammer high and smashing it towards his head.

When the six-rank monk arrived, his face was like ashes,—— my life was resting.

At the last moment, a golden light flashed, shaking the heavy hammer away, and the six-rank monk escaped death, but he was also shocked into a cold sweat.

Looking for prestige, I saw an old monk wearing a golden robe, holding a demon pestle, fighting with the golden tiger, and the sound of metal resonance was endless.

"Master Guangchen!" the man's eyes flashed with gratitude.