CHAPTER XXXV

The world is bustling, all for profit, the world is bustling, all for profit.

From the "Historical Records" of the ancestor Mr. Sima.

Just a few numbers, a few strokes, there is no surging artistic conception, and there are some rough artistic conceptions that are despised by philosophers and Taoist masters.

After all, it is the voice of nine out of ten people.

In a word.

Emperors and generals, Jiuqing magnates, philosophers, peddlers and pawns, are still mortals. Mortals can't get away from birth, old age, sickness and death, can't get out of rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, can't get rid of success, glory to their ancestors, and can't get out of seven emotions and six desires.

Seven emotions and six desires, led by greed, is not derogatory, but if you really want to put it through and make it clear, it is a good word.

No one can get out of the way.

Profit-seeking life.

This is true of mortals, and so are cultivators.

The top of Qingyun Mountain, under Qingyun Mountain, on the Qingyun ladder, all living beings.

Those who have reached the top are angry and relieved, and the future is immeasurable, opening a door to the heart that carries too many hopes.

The loser, laughing and scolding, scolding the loss and unwillingness in his heart, helpless, what?

Those who are still climbing the ladder of green clouds, every time they mention their steps, they will rehearse hope and disappointment in their minds again and again, and the cultivators who are successful will be on the rise, and if they fail, they will be smeared with their livers and brains, and they have been suffering, tormenting and suffering, and lingering.

Wish.

Disappointed.

Sing praises to virtue.

Laughing and scolding.

Suffering and longing overlap.

Interwoven into a painting, a play.

The painting of all living beings, the ugly drama of the world, in the important place of the immortal family, Zhongzhou is known as the Taoist small Kunlun Baopu Mountain,

The madness is staged.

......

Xu Xiaoxian is still wandering outside the 'Guanshan' Road.

It's just one kick away.

Lu Youjiao meticulously waited for the seventh junior brother Xu Xiaoxian.

For the strange behavior of this handsome young man's 'quiet in the city', not too many people can see the clues.

"This junior brother is so elegant, so elegant, if this contemptible person hands over paper, ink, pen and inkstone, you still have to put all the green mountains and green waters into the pen and make some elegant poems?"

A tall and tall disciple of the Babel Tower, who has a good appearance and does not lack a heroic temperament, looked at Xu Xiaoxian with no eyes in his eyes, and commented with a smile on his face, looking at his face, his expression was calm and could not hide his joy, thinking that he was the lucky one who climbed to the top of Qingyun Peak.

Xu Xiaoxian was indifferent and ignored it, Lu Youjiao's eyes were cold and he didn't speak.

"Yo Yo Yo! Emotional little brother is not brewing emotions, this is watching the brothers and sisters climb the ladder, want to learn some mountaineering tricks, this is to make steady progress! Not bad!

It's not shameful and brave, but there is always some pure heart of 'humbly seeking advice' in it.

Hmmm! That's good.

Senior brother, I, Feng Datou, am not high, and I didn't dare to be on the Qingyun list today, but I really climbed to the top and received a Zhuji Dan.

If you humbly ask for advice, how about this senior brother share with you the mountaineering mentality?"

Monk Yingting talked to himself, the more he talked, the happier he became, and he slowly approached Xu Xiaoxian in high spirits, and there was a great sense of teaching people to fish.

Unexpectedly, the word 'roll', which was cold to the bone marrow, entered the ears and hearts.

Get lost?

Brother Yingting's whole body trembled inexplicably.

Before he got close to Xu Xiaoxian, the man of the Lu family was fierce, his robe was drumming, the black true yuan was all over his body, and the tens of thousands of catties of meteor hammer made by Fu Su Mu were entangled with thunder and lightning, and his voice was not loud, but the word 'roll' passed the trace of coldness to the extreme, and passed it to the other party in a millimeter.

Monk Yingting was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously took two steps back, and Lu Jialu's burly physique with great visual impact, and his cold eyes to the bone marrow, finally froze in his high-spirited eyes.

The muscles in front of him are horizontal, he is eight feet tall, and he can't see the depth of his Taoism, and the man who is similar to a young man's follower is as majestic as a mountain and a big mountain.

Brother Yingting's mind is full of thoughts, he can call the number one senior brother in the vein of the Immortal Cave, but there is no such person, the muscular man in front of him is a powerful horseman, and his face is very good.

As for the surging black true yuan around him?

Obviously it's not a fake, it's really strong, plus the lightning that is entwined on the black giant hammer, the Yingting monk Feng Datou covers the coffin, this person can't be provoked.

If you can't provoke it, then avoid it, Yingting monk Feng Datou turned his head and left, but as soon as he turned around, he found that his neck was being carried, and there was a sharp pain on the left side of his face and right face one after another, and his eyes were full of golden flowers.

Lu Youjiao held Feng Datou in one hand, opened the bow left and right with the other, and slapped Feng Datou more than a dozen times in succession with the palm of Pu Fan's big hand, and then threw Feng Datou lightly.

Poor Na Feng Datou, he suffered from these dozen big mouths in the lightning, and before he could start to cry out in pain, he was thrown nearly thirty zhang away by Lu Youjiao. It is gratifying to be caught by the same disciple and brother, so that he will not fall into a human meatloaf. Sadly, his big swollen mouth still couldn't save his bloody and beaten boss's teeth.

Didn't someone say in Shili Taoyuan that it was good to beat people and not slap them in the face?

Lu Youjiao remembers an egg.

Slapped?The disciple of the Tower of Babel was slapped by the first son of the vein of the Immortal Cave?

The dozens of third-generation disciples in the Tower of Babel, like the bamboo in the cake, exploded in an instant.

Lu Youjiao's eyes were still cold, and he moved forward.

Around the body of the seventh junior disciple Xu Xiaoxian, a circle with a radius of twenty zhang was drawn.

Then he stood with his hammer raised, his eyes widened angrily, his tone was calm, and he said word by word:

"This circle is the boundary, and those who trespass die.

Death to those who make loud noises.

In the corner of Lao Tzu's eyes, the flow stopped and the two who did not breathe died if they did not leave. ”

Trespasser dead?

Death to the loud noise?

Stay in the corner of Lao Tzu's eyes and die if he doesn't breathe?

Is this man sick?

Huh?

It's a big breath that I didn't wash up in the morning!

Lu Youjiao spat at the crowd, and put the pair of meteor hammers weighing 10,000 catties in his hands smoothly on the ground, the meteor hammer fell into the mud silently, only the hammer handle remained, and the thunder and lightning wrapped around the hammer head instantly baked the mud into scorched dust, Lu Youjiao blew lightly, and the scorched dust was scattered.

Soaring.

The eight-foot-tall man, like a butcher carrying a pig-killing knife, looked at the livestock on the slaughtering bench, looked at the handful of Babel Towers, dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, gritted his teeth, and said rudely: "Good words, Lao Tzu only said them once." Next time, only kill. ”

Good......

Good words of one class.

Suddenly.

The sky rippled.

A flash of fire flashed across the sky, and before the firelight faded, the monk in green clothes and jade face with a judge's pen on his back was already in front of Lu Youjiao's eyes.

One of the six true unifications of the Zhongzhou Continent, the head of the four little immortals of Pushan, has entered the late Yuan Infant period, and the autumn hurricane of the pride of the sky who has touched the threshold of the out-of-body period has quietly arrived.

Silent.

Taoist Fire Escape Technique!

One of the unfathomable Taoist Five Elements Retreat Technique.

Thirty years ago, Hurricane in the autumn of the year won the first place in the trial meeting, and went to Baopu Palace to look at Sendai to comprehend the magical powers obtained by the stone tablet of the Book of Heaven.

There are only four people who have practiced the Five Elements Escape Technique in Baopu Mountain.

Fire is separated and known for its speed.

In an instant, Lu Youjiao lifted the pair of meteor hammers weighing 10,000 catties in the mud with both hands, as if facing a great enemy.