Cheng Cen Cen shook his head, and said: "You are too modest, I have heard the Lord say by chance before, Ning Dan is waiting for it at the beginning, and it is about the same heart, first open the outer three treasures, raise the inner three treasures, the outer three treasures are the mouth, ears, and eyes, and the inner three treasures are essence, qi, .la Now your face is like a jade, the eyes are bright, and the spirit of the whole person is condensing and precipitating, which is clearly half a foot into the door of the consummation realm of Ning Dan, maybe only one opportunity can add more than a thousand years of life. ”

Speaking of this, Cheng Cen Cen became a little depressed, "At the beginning, I practiced with my master for nearly a jiazi time, and then I followed the master to practice, and I was still separated by a thick layer to break through the barrier, the master of the South Hall, you are really talented." ”

I didn't expect that I would have a day when I would be said to be a good talent, the Lord of the South Hall had a feeling of irony, he could say that he was about to step into the realm of Ning Dan within more than twenty years after he started his cultivation, but it was definitely not too fast, at least it was much slower than Yan Xing, the first disciple of Moyun Sect, and the hardships he had experienced along the way were only known to him, coupled with the countless battles on the line of life and death that created his state at this time, with good talent? If he is really talented, he should have successfully broken the pill and turned into a god at this time, and achieved the true person of the original god.

Thinking of this, the Lord of the South Hall suddenly had some doubts about the true cultivation realm of the Lord, according to common sense, he has not been in contact with the Lord once or twice, and every time he can clearly feel that the realm of the Lord is the same as him, all of them are consummating the Dan. The pass of the shattered pill to transform into a god is boiled, but the strange thing is that every time he faces the Lord, it is like facing the entire mountain and sea that is about to be suppressed down, and he can't have the mind to resist at all, this is by no means something that a monk who has condensed the pill can do, and even the Yuan Shen realm of the Yuan Shen True Person does not seem to have this kind of power.

It's not that the Lord of the South Hall hasn't seen the power of the Yuan Shen True Realm, but the Yuan Shen Realm is powerful, and it doesn't directly give him a fear of oppression from the deepest part like the Lord.

Especially when he saw the Lord again this time, the Lord of the South Hall was surprised to find that he didn't feel the kind of coercion that the Lord had given him before, but became extremely peaceful, just like an ordinary scholar in the world.

But the Lord of the South Hall did not relax because of this, but became more cautious, he did not feel the coercion from the Lord, not because the Lord did not have coercion, but with his current level, he was no longer qualified to feel it.

"Before I started, I was a casual cultivator in the Qinglan Domain, you still don't know how many years it took me to practice Qi to build a foundation before, in fact, if I hadn't entered the organization and practiced to the exercises passed down by the Lord himself, my next three years would not be very fast. The Lord of the South Hall dispelled Cheng Cen Cencen's doubts with a light word.

"So that's ......" Cheng Cen Cen really didn't say more, and after silently eating the dry food in his hand, he got up and said: "Let's go after resting, after crossing the mountain, we have to find a place where monks gather to find out the news, and see what happened near the southern foot of Qingming Mountain recently, so there is not enough time to calculate." ”

"Yes, that's exactly what I did. ”

Three days later, in the largest restaurant in a small city in the Song Kingdom, the master of the south hall and Cheng Cen Cen ordered a table full of delicacies, but neither of them moved their chopsticks much, and the atmosphere was obviously a little stagnant.

Cheng Cen Cen took the wine glass and drank it all, exhaled a breath of wine and said: " The four factions occupy the overseas immortal mansions, and the Guanghan Palace is silent about this; the Kunwu sect mountain protector Chongwu failed to attack the Venerable Realm and died under the thunder and fire tribulation; the Moyun Sect is about to hold a five-year disciple election, when the sect elder Yunhong will visit the Baiyun Temple of the Song Kingdom in person; black smoke billowed from time to time somewhere in the Qingming Mountain Range, and it is speculated that there are unknown demon cultivators hiding in the mountains; most of the scattered cultivators and monk families in the Qinglan Domain suffered heavy losses during the overseas immortal mansion exploration three years ago, and the shocks caused by this have not stopped; and so on. ”

"So many things, such a big thing, what should you and I pay attention to?" Cheng Cen Cen drank another glass after a cup, and did not put down the wine glass until he drank all the pots of wine.

The master of the south hall picked up a handful of green vegetables and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, and after a while, he suddenly smiled: "It's not easy for us to know this, anyway, it's still a long time, we can slowly explore little by little to see what things are of interest to the sect, so that in the end, even if we can't make a difference, there is a saying that is right." ”

"Cen Cen, if you don't complete the task, will there be some punishment, will you die?" Ishikawa asked in a low voice with another big mouthful of food.

Cheng Cen Cen glanced at the master of the south hall and laughed. "Where is it as serious as you said, if such a task cannot be completed, at most it will be locked up in the black pool for a year and a half. ”

"In this case, what are we still worried about, come and come, the food will not taste good when it is cold. The Lord of the South Hall smiled indifferently, and diligently persuaded Cheng Cen Cen to eat wine and vegetables.

"You haven't been there and don't know the horrors of Blackpool. Cheng Cen Cen shuddered, and then suddenly smiled: "One thing you said is right, you won't die anyway, as for what you suffer, that's a matter for the future, now eat and drink well." ”

The two of them have been eating from the afternoon to the beginning of the lanterns, what stunned the lord of the south hall is that Cheng Cen Cen can not only eat, but also very drinkable, the restaurant sent a great liquor burnt liquor she poured down six jars alone, not only did not see a trace of drunkenness, but the eyes became brighter and brighter, at the checkout, the restaurant Xiao Er admired the two Jianghu high-rollers to the extreme, forty dishes, eleven altars of old burnt white that is not something that ordinary people can eat.

Rubbing the ingot that the guest threw over when he left, there were enough four or five taels of silver, Xiao Er almost bent his waist to the ground, and his mouth kept talking nonsense, but his heart had already flown to the niece of the porcelain shop on the opposite side, Lao Tzu now earned five taels of silver a night, so save some time, you can obediently follow me away.

Just when the master of the south hall and Cheng Cen Cen left the restaurant and walked out of the city, Shi Shiran walked out of the inn behind the restaurant A woman dressed as a young woman, the woman glanced in the direction where the two left from a distance, smiled and entered the inn again.

On Qingming Mountain, Cheng Cen Cen and the South Hall Lord carefully analyzed the news they heard.

"Xianfu is far overseas, don't consider it, the Kunwu faction Chongwu died, and we didn't kill it, what does it have to do with the sect, a large number of scattered cultivation bodies died, the key is that there are too many people who died, and there is no way to check if you want to, and the final Moyun Sect disciple election...... Lao Nan, do you think there is a secret in it?"

The Lord of the South Hall pondered for a moment, and then said thoughtfully: "Isn't it a five-year convention, there should be no hidden secrets." ”