CHAPTER XXVIII

"If you don't have it in your crotch, don't fantasize, let alone expect, don't learn from that eunuch who has the courage to go to the hook bar, take out the silver, can't take out the dignity, and is more shameful than anything else.

Too many fantasies, too high expectations, more like the sound of the rain at the beginning of the tide, the little ladies who think of spring, think about the sky, but they can't harvest the real knife and real gun, the shock of the soul that is happy again and again, the more you can't meet it, the more you will think. If you mess up, and then mess up, it's not worth it. ”

This is a gray-haired, mortal body, and after receiving the bishop's whip of a hole, the honest and terrified old Taoist was reprimanded by his senior sister, and then his senior brother told him.

The words are rough and the reason is rough.

However, when he fell down as a child, he would cry so much, and the senior sister would wipe away his tears immediately after a reprimand, and even swallowed his snot in his stomach, and he thought deeply about what the senior brother said.

The old Taoist closed the coffin: go with the flow and follow the way of heaven.

Nineteen years ago, the old Taoist complied with the will of heaven and calculated a heavenly hexagram. From white hair to green silk, it also smoothed out the traces of the destruction of the years on the face, from the mortal body to the late stage of the spiritual realm, the true yuan in the Huangting Palace was condensed, and I believe that if I borrow a trace of the power of heaven and earth, I will achieve Jindan and step into the realm of Taoist small immortality.

Somewhere in the Cave of Immortality.

A young and delicate Taoist opened his eyes, and instead of sitting cross-legged on the futon, he rummaged through the cabinets in the retreat room, and unexpectedly found a few bottles of old wine from a corner.

The young Taoist bit the sealing mud on the wine bottle, and even poured a few large mouthfuls of old wine, but did not swallow it, but spit it all into the air.

An even more bizarre side emerged.

The old wine splashed in the air turned into a vague ink painting.

In the painting, a little Taoist priest swallows a small green dragon in one gulp.

In the painting, there is a fairy who climbs down the steps from the rainbow bridge, and the rainbow bridge disappears with every step she takes, and the fairy in the painting will grow a little bigger. After the fairy's feet hit the ground, the remaining rainbow bridge turned into a neon feather robe, setting off the fairy in the painting like a nine-day Xuannu.

The young Taoist laughed and said, "Who dares to say that the vein of My Immortal Cave is an embroidered pillow?"

Senior sister, this is a great immortal! Stabilize the Babel Tower, the Lost Tree Flower Glass, and the two veins of several heads.

No, look at that baby, what is it swallowing?

Sword Immortal Ten Miles Sword Heart Sword Species!

'One go's out'!

'One go, the green dragon comes out, and the sea turns over the river'

Great Divine Powers, Great Divine Powers!

How to look at how domineering.

After the small Dengke, the big Dengke!

”

The young Taoist then took a few sips of old wine, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a corner of the painting, where a small yellow dragon poked its head out of the water of the small stream, and he squinted his eyes and muttered:

"After the small Dengke, the big Dengke, you have to add when the floating big white, when the floating big white, it's fucking appropriate!"

The young Taoist pushed open the door of the secret room and stepped out of the door.

An eleven or twelve-year-old little Taoist boy greeted him, the little Taoist boy looked pleasing and full of aura, it was the young Taoist priest who was waiting to spread the news outside when he was in retreat. Xiao Daotong first saluted respectfully to the young Taoist, and then said crisply: "Disciple Gongsun Chou, I have seen my uncle and ancestor." ”

The young Taoist nodded with a chuckle, and was about to leave, when the little Taoist boy with a full of aura picked up a booklet and asked, "Senior Uncle Ancestor, there are not many major things to deal with in the Immortal Cave in the past two days. It's only six or seven pieces. Uncle Shizu, do you read it yourself, or do your disciples read it to you?"

The young Taoist priest took the booklet in Xiao Daotong's hand, his eyes were gentle, and he did not open the booklet to check it, but stretched out a palm with only seven fingers and gently stroked Xiao Daotong's head.

Xiao Daotong was flattered, this was the first time he had zero contact with this approachable cave master!

Xiao Daotong closed his eyes and enjoyed, the more he thought about it, the happier he became, and finally his heart was like a deer, for fear that this approachable uncle would smile and say to him: Baby, you have clear bones, dignified Taoism, and you are a good seedling of cultivation.

But unexpectedly......

The style of painting has changed!

The approachable uncle actually picked up the pamphlet and slapped it heavily on his buttocks, and pulled his ears, and shouted hysterically:

"Big deal, big deal? What the fuck do you know!"

Then, the young uncle threw away the booklet that recorded the size of the Immortal Cave and walked away.

Xiaodao Tong froze in place, looking at the disappearing back of the young uncle, after all, he couldn't hold back the tears rolling in his eyes.

Crying with rain pear blossoms.

......

Ten miles deep in the peach orchard.

A small yellow dragon jumped out of the stream, feathered out of the clouds under its feet, and with a low roar, it flew towards the sky with the clouds.

It was the small yellow dragon that had devoured nearly 300 Jing carp, with pimples and forks on the top of its head, half dragon and half Jiao.

The dragon has no horns, and the pimples on the top of the head are forked and grow, which is a sign that it is about to turn into a real dragon.

It borrowed a bit of dragon qi from the Qinglong Sword Species, and Xiaoxi turned into a Jiao. also borrowed a trace of auspiciousness from the female sword immortal into the great immortal, and there were some signs of the dragon turning into a real dragon. Give it some more time and some chances, and maybe it can grow into a five-clawed golden dragon overlooking the dragons.

Jiaolong frames the clouds, the four seas rise to the level, what a beautiful and peaceful picture.

A big man of the iron tower jumped into the air, his feet rippled, he walked in the void, and he came first, standing in a condescending position, and stepped on the top of the head of the yellow dragon head that was soaring in the clouds.

The yellow dragon was stepped on the mud by the burly man, and the burly man did not stop, and beckoned to the top of the yellow dragon's head one after another, punching to the flesh.

The sound of gold and stone intertwining, as well as the wail of the little yellow dragon piercing the eardrum, is not only harsh to hear, but also sad.

The tall female sword immortal who grew up at the beginning of the night rolled her eyes, stomped her feet and scolded without grace: "Lu Youjiao, who killed a thousand swords, let you surrender it, it's good for you...... The blacksmith doesn't have the same way you do it. ”

The man of the Lu family grinned, grabbed a small yellow dragon with a length of one zhang and carried it on his shoulder, stepped on small broken steps, and trotted towards the sword immortal master, explaining all the way: "Uncle Shi doesn't know, the master said that the snake hits seven inches, and the dragon is beaten...... I haven't beaten it, and the master hasn't said it. I pondered, this big snake is a small dragon, it can't be beaten in seven inches, and if it can't contain its strength, it may be killed, and it will be a big loss. It doesn't look like it can get two punches in the head......"

Standing there was like a tall woman with a plain face, looking at the languishing yellow dragon on Lu Youjiao's shoulder, angry and funny, stretching out her right hand, opening her five fingers, and grabbing at the sky.

The auspicious clouds that gradually dissipated in the sky were all condensed by the female sword fairy, turned into a colorful glass bead, and flew into the hands of the female sword fairy.

If there is a Taoist real person who sees it, he will be amazed, and he will have a great magical power of 'gathering the sun into a pearl'.

Six hundred years ago, the Nujiang River in Tongzhou, Luzhou, Beiju needed to build a bridge across the river, but the Nujiang River was angry, and a 10,000-pound boulder would be washed away by the flood, and the Tongzhou government was helpless.

It was only when a god or nun arrived, held it in both hands, and turned the raging waters of the Nu River into a drop of water, that the foundation of the Nu River Bridge was laid.

Shenni's move has been passed down as a good story by Tongzhou, and the name 'Guanyin holds the moon', which has been widely spread.

The women's sword immortal's grasp is the same.