The starry sky blinked his eyes, hiding in the clouds, like a boy who was being played as a monkey under the tree. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info moonlight shines like water on the old and young, which looks particularly quiet.

With a "grunt", the old man raised his head and poured a sip of wine, and the mellow wine leaked out of the corner of his mouth, wetting his gray beard.

Putting down the wine gourd, the old man wiped his beard and laughed proudly: "Hehe, boy, fight with me, you are still a little tender!"

Wu Liang rolled his eyes upward, too lazy to pay attention to him.

The old man was bored, and he scratched his head: "The place I want to take you to is not in the sea of fog." ”

This time, Wu Liang didn't ask him about opening the Spirit Array, but the old man opened his mouth and explained to himself.

Wu Liang glanced at the old man, with a straight face, as if he had completely lost confidence in the old man. But at the same time, he quietly pricked up his ears.

"Qingling Sect. ”

The old man paused, for fear that Wu Liang would not know about the Qingling Sect, and explained again: "One of the twenty-four sect alliances in the Mongolian domain, although it is not famous in the inland, it is also a hegemon-like existence in my sea of fog. Its power is so great that even the Wulong Island writers can't compare to it. ”

"The reason why my Chen family has an extraordinary status in the Sea of Fog is mainly because my Chen family belongs to the outer clan of the Qingling Sect. And I was even more ...... back then Ahem!"

Speaking of this, I don't know what I remembered, the old man paused, touched his nose, and looked slightly embarrassed.

After coughing a few times, the old man looked straight and serious: "The opening ceremony of the Qingling Sect will be held in about a month, so I originally wanted to take you to the Qingling Sect to try my luck." But before that, we have to rush to the Qingling Sect within a month. ”

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go now!" At this time, Wu Liang swept away his previous frustration, and he didn't care about the cold war with the old man, but his face was excited, and he pulled the old man to hurry overnight.

The old man shuddered fiercely at Wu Liang's head and pointed to the sky: "Rabbit cub, it's night! Night, do you understand? Sleep! Roll on the tree for me to sleep! I'll go back tomorrow." ”

Wu Liang covered his head, not only did he not refute anything, but smiled innocently. After knowing from the old man that he could still get the opportunity to participate in the opening ceremony, he became a lot more relaxed.

After witnessing the strength of the monks, who is willing to be a mortal who can only waste his time?

After the old man finished speaking, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the wine gourd. He patted his stomach contentedly, jumped into the treetops, and found a comfortable position to sleep peacefully.

Wu Liang scratched his head with a smirk, followed the old man's example, and also climbed up the treetops. But after lying down, he kept thinking about the next trip and the opening ceremony in a month, and he couldn't sleep.

The next day, the old man dragged Wu Liang down from the tree early in the morning. The latter didn't sleep all night, but he was still in good spirits. In order to hurry this time, the two naturally sped up.

The old man is in good spirits, and his strength is there again, so it is naturally very easy to accompany Wu Liang to catch up. He calculated the itinerary, and with his understanding of Wu Liang's strength, he seemed to be dangling in front of Wu Liang unhurriedly, but he was always one step ahead of Wu Liang, so that Wu Liang could keep up with it with all his might.

Although Wu Liang is not very old, in the past ten years of following the old man, what he has done is not just as simple as eating, drinking and having fun. Since he was three years old, after the failure of condensing spiritual power for the first time, the old man began to prepare for the opening ceremony when he was thirteen years old.

The Spiritual Rite, as a means that can help mortals embark on the path of cultivation, is naturally not something that everyone can enjoy.

In addition to the fact that the preparation of the opening ceremony is extremely complicated and cannot be accessed by ordinary people, one of the most important reasons is that many people are not blessed with this method.

The process from the beginning of the firing ceremony to the end of the firing ceremony is called kailing.

In the process of enlightenment, if the person who tries to open the spirit can successfully condense the spiritual power in the body, the spirit is successful, and if the person who tries to open the spirit still fails to condense the spiritual power after the whole spirit opening ceremony, it is a failure of the spirit opening.

In the process of enlightenment, those who try to enlighten are greeted not only with the possibility of success and failure, but the remaining possibility is often not mentioned by others, and that is ...... Death.

The Initiation Ritual, a large means that can affect the rise and fall of the clan and the pattern of the Blindland, has a small and fatal flaw - in the process of initiation, the body of the person participating in the ritual will inevitably be subjected to tremendous pressure, and that pressure will come from all directions, enough to easily squeeze a baby into a meatloaf.

So, for a mortal to become a monk by participating in the Spiritualization Ritual, his physical body must be strong enough. It was strong enough to withstand the tremendous pressure generated in the Spiritual Formation during the Spiritual Opening Process.

Otherwise, he will taste death before he fails to enlighten himself.

His own children were crushed into meat patties in the Spirit Formation Array, which no one in any clan wanted to see.

In order to avoid this, the children of the clans that have the ability to hold the spiritual opening ceremony, unless they have successfully condensed the spiritual power in their bodies, have to temper their physical bodies every day before the age of thirteen to prepare for the opening ceremony at the age of thirteen.

But even so, during the annual opening ceremony, many people are still crushed into patties and have no way to live.

If it weren't for the fact that ordinary people who were over thirteen years old would have significantly reduced their sensitivity to the spiritual power of heaven and earth, the various clans would definitely limit the age of the Spiritual Initiator to a few years higher.

When Wu Liang was three years old, after his first attempt to condense spiritual power failed, the old man had the foresight to find a set of boxing techniques for Wu Liang.

That set of boxing techniques is extremely strong, and it is especially effective in fighting at noon, so almost every day at noon, Wu Liang always has to practice boxing for an hour under the supervision of the old man.

After nearly ten years of perseverance, Wu Liang's body has already become as strong as fine iron.

Although Wu Liang is only thirteen years old now, even eight or nine adults can't help him. Coupled with the rest of the martial arts he learned from the old man, even if he is a chivalrous martial arts hero, he is not Wu Liang's opponent.

The scorching sun is in the sky, and the sun is like fire. The old man walked with his hands behind his back and swayed his steps humming a little tune.

Behind the old man, Wu Liang's tongue drooped, dragging his body forward with difficulty, he was drenched, as if he had just been fished out of the water, looking exhausted.

Beside the grandfather and grandson, there are cars and horses and pedestrians coming and going.

Ahead, the green willows hang low, and the city looms.

The old man stood on tiptoe and glanced at the distant city, his face was happy, and then he turned his head to glance at Wu Liang, but his face sank again: "Aren't you kid very capable?

Wu Liang paused, raised his neck and glanced at the old man, rolled his eyes, and hung his head listlessly, but he didn't even bother to say anything to refute. But he almost roared in his heart: "Hey, it's a hundred and eighty miles away, how far is it?"

The old man snorted coldly, ignored Wu Liang no longer, continued to hum a little tune, and swaggered towards the city gate.

Wu wailed in his conscience and rolled his eyes, but he had to drag his body and slowly follow.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" the old man muttered without looking back: "It's a little bit later, and I still have to practice boxing!"

Wu Liang's body trembled violently, and he roared in his heart: "Sure enough, I'm really not my own grandson!"

......

On the second floor of the restaurant, the old man squinted his eyes and held a glass of wine, and the whole person was very comfortable. In front of him, a table of dishes was placed on the wine table.

Next to the old man, the shopkeeper stood with a smile on his face, but from time to time, the latter would glance downstairs with strange eyes.

Below, in the bluestone courtyard, Wu Liang's upper body is ****, playing the boxing method he practiced over and over again.

The blazing sun baked his whole body red, and drops of sweat slid down his body, turning into a faint water stain when they fell onto the bluestone floor.

After a full hour, Wu Liangcai crawled to the old man's table with dry lips and cracked mouth, lay on the table, touched a cup of herbal tea and drank it all......

Full of wine and food, the old man picked his teeth and glanced at Wu Liang.

Wu Liangzheng was touching his stomach and hiccups, and when he saw the old man's eyes, he was immediately stunned, and his expression was slightly unnatural. He moved his buttocks, approached the old man, looked around, and then leaned into the old man's ear, and whispered, "Old man, I have no money here." ”

"Huh?" The old man glanced at Wu Liang obliquely, glanced around, lowered his voice, and frowned: "What's the matter, didn't you just get a lot of money before returning to Chen's house? Why is it gone?"

"Your old man doesn't want to think about it, as soon as the money arrives, your old man will go to ......"

Wu Liang's expression was slightly embarrassed, and his voice was lowered: "Ahem, your old man went to that kind of place." More than half of that money was down at the time! Later, after so long, it's no wonder that the money wasn't spent. ”

The old man narrowed his eyes, leaned back in the chair, and patted his stomach: "Since this is the case, why don't you do business quickly?"

"Alas!" Wu Liang sighed, and walked out of the restaurant with a very embarrassed face. But what he was thinking in his heart was something he only knew.

"Xiao Er, another pot of good wine!" When Wu Liang came out of the restaurant, the old man peeled a peanut and threw it into his mouth, slapped the table and asked for a pot of good wine. As for money, he hadn't bothered about it for a long time.

Although the old man is a monk, he hates the boring cultivation career the most, and he especially likes the things in the world. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left home for decades.

Breaking into the world seems to be arrogant when you say it, but it is inseparable from one word - money.

When it comes to money, the old man will definitely snort with disdain, Lao Tzu as a monk, a monk who is otherworldly and different, you talk to me about money? Hey, vulgar!

Therefore, the old man naturally will not bring money with him.

As for Wu Liang, let's not mention it for now. A few years ago, when he was still a child, he had no money.

How can an old man and a young man who are penniless be able to spend more than ten years in the world? This has to be said about the old man's nickname "Leave Half a Penny."

Ahem, if someone mentions this nickname in front of the old man, the old man will definitely not blush, and justifiably defend: "What's the matter, what's wrong with me? It's okay to leave half a penny! The person who was stolen by me, even if he only had a penny on him, Lao Tzu broke it in the middle and left him half a penny!"

What the old man didn't say was that even if a person with millions of dollars was stolen by him once, there would only be half a penny left in his body......

Wu Liang was raised by the old man, as the saying goes, "those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black". It's hard to say what kind of habits this kid will develop.

Oh, by the way, there is one more thing I forgot to mention - in the five years since Wu Liang was eight years old, the old man has never made a move, but he is not worried about spending money. The meaning is very intriguing.

Not long after, Wu Liang returned to the restaurant with his pockets puffed up. The old man glanced at him approvingly, slapped the wine table hard, and shouted confidently: "Little Er, settle the bill!"

"The two guest officers walk slowly~" In front of the restaurant, the shopkeeper was full of smiles and bowed slightly with his back to the restaurant. Ahead, the old man and the two blended into the crowd without looking back.

"Old man, I remember that your old man once mentioned that we are in the northeast of Mongolia. While the old man was happy, Wu Liang hurriedly said the question that had puzzled him all morning, "But this morning, we are going in the southwest, right?"

"That's right, what's wrong?" the old man patted the wine gourd that was already filled with wine around his waist, and hummed a little tune again.

"Then aren't we going in the opposite direction?" Wu Liang was puzzled, and at the same time, a thought suddenly popped up in his heart - shouldn't the old man be playing tricks on me again?

The old man smiled, didn't explain, just said vaguely: "Silly boy, you'll know when the time comes." ”