Chapter Seventy-Two: The Black Bear Spirit

The black clouds hovered in the air, and the sky was gloomy as if it were pressed to the ground, making people breathless, and a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in the hazy sky, as if it was about to split the sky in half. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The thunder was gusting, the wind was cold, whistling from the mountain road, blowing the branches and leaves on both sides, the sound was terrifying, and the mountain peaks in front of them looked a little hideous under this dim sky.

Seeing such a scene, Rao is bold red boy couldn't help but shrink his body, and subconsciously approached Zhao Qingyu behind him, and said, "Brother Zhao, how far is this place from the Batu Cave?"

In order to find the lair of the black bear spirit before it gets dark, the two did not drive the clouds to find it, but took great pains to hike into the mountain.

Hearing this, Zhao Qingyu shook his head and said, "I'll take a little demon and ask him about it later." "The purpose of his visit to Black Wind Mountain this time is to subdue the black bear spirit, a monster who has no background but can fight a draw with monkeys.

There are monsters all over the Xiniu Hezhou, and there are not a few strong ones, but there are no backgrounds, and the monsters that are strong enough are very rare, and the black bear spirit is undoubtedly the only existence.

This kind of general talent is what Zhao Qingyu needs most at present. The study of the scriptures is about to begin, if you don't take advantage of the monkey to meet the black bear spirit, and subdue him, it will definitely be cheaper Guanyin in the end, you must know that she is lacking a mountain god.

Just thinking about the heart, suddenly saw a change in the scenery in front of me, the original gloomy forest behind the sky is a different cave, the cliff peak suddenly appeared, ten thousand ravines contended, the birds sang and the flowers were fragrant, the moss covered the stones, the cranes, wild apes, and elk walked leisurely under the grass slope, and they were not surprised to see people.

And in the midst of them sat two men on the floor, one of whom was so black that he looked like a coal digger, and the other a man in white. On the stone platform in the midst of them lay food and drink, and they were talking loudly, and when they talked about the rise, they raised their glasses and drank from each other.

Zhao Qingyu smiled slightly, walked downhill to the two black men, and when he came to him, he said with a smile: "The two good Yaxing, before the arrival of this heavy rain, can calmly drink and talk in this valley, which is beyond the comparison of ordinary people!"

"This Dao Master, if you don't mind, how about drinking with us?" The black man has a high realm, and he has long discovered the existence of the two people on the slope, but before he understands the intentions of the two, he pretended not to find out.

"I can't ask for it!"

After sitting down, Zhao Qingyu carefully looked at the appearance of the black man, his face was like black charcoal, and he was tall, if it was in the dark night, it was estimated that it would be difficult to recognize him without lighting the lamp, and he didn't know how Guanyin would fall in love with him.

The red boy was already hungry, and when he saw the meat on the plate, how could he hold back, so he hurriedly stepped forward and picked up a plate and poured it directly into his mouth. His rude way of eating made the black man and the white-clothed Xiushi laugh, but he didn't care, he just cared about filling his stomach.

After laughing, the black man glanced at Zhao Qingyu and knew that he was the person in charge, so he asked, "Where did the Taoist come from and where is he going?"

Zhao Qingyu smiled: "Come and go, go to where you go!"

"Miaoye!" the black man praised, and then said: "The Taoist wants to be a person in the Daomen, can he know the method of Liding Anlu and smelting mercury?"

Zhao Qingyu said: "Cultivators, this naturally understands, but he is not proficient, the king asked what this means?"

The black man smiled slightly: "I have a friend, he specializes in this technique, if you are proficient in this technique, you can communicate with him, and it is not a good thing to improve each other's skills!"

Zhao Qingyu knew that he was talking about Ling Xuzi, and was beaten to death by a monkey, and couldn't help sighing: "Life is rare and really difficult, if you don't meet the true legend Mo Alchemy." There is an exorcism talisman water spell, but there is no longevity pill. ā€

Heihan is also a knowledgeable person, otherwise he would not have chosen a fairy cave like Penglai Mountain as a cave. He heard the meaning of Zhao Qingyu's words, frowned at the moment, and said, "According to what the Dao Chief said, if you don't get the true transmission and forcibly refine to the Immortal Pill, it will only waste your energy and waste time. Then let me ask you, then why is the Taishang Laojun in your Taoism able to refine the immortal golden pill?"

Zhao Qingyu said with a smile: "Taishang Laojun, he doesn't know how many years he has tried before he successfully refined various immortal medicines. Does the king think we can be like him, and have enough time to try!"

The black man was stunned, no matter who is in the Three Realms, life is limited, and it is precisely because of this that the preciousness of immortal resources is highlighted. And if a monster with no background like himself can't get the resources of immortality to prolong his life in his lifetime, he will inevitably die. Ling Xuozi wanted to know this very well, so he devoted himself to alchemy, hoping to successfully refine the elixir that prolongs life as soon as possible.

"According to the Taoist leader, how to solve the problem of long-lasting life?"

Zhao Qingyu muttered: "Give up your free life and join a faction, so that you can get rare immortal resources and live with heaven and earth." ā€

The black man shook his head and said, "Wouldn't it be good for me to be happy here, why should I be bound by that." With such skills as the Taoist chief, it is enough to stand on his own, but in the powerful Taoism, he is not considered a noble person. ā€

When the red boy heard this, he was angry and said: "Although my eldest brother Zhao's inheritance belongs to Taoism, all his skills are cultivated by his own efforts. Although you are the king of the mountain here, unrestrained and very happy, but my eldest brother Zhao is a famous and powerful teacher, and he goes in and out of all directions. I see that you are quite sturdy, presumably the skills at hand are not weak, in my opinion, you might as well join my brother Zhao's camp, so that you can also earn a reputation by relying on your skills, if you want to live forever, my eldest brother can also help you find longevity resources. In this way, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds? ā€

Hearing this, Zhao Qingyu was dumbfounded, he didn't expect Red Boy's eloquence to be so good, and his speech was not only methodical, but also very impressive. Looking at the black man, seeing that he was not moved at all, he couldn't help but be disappointed, thinking about it, the black man agreed to be the guardian god of Guanyin, that was because his life was threatened, and he had to agree.

If given a choice, he would never agree. The scripture-learning team has not yet arrived, and if the black man lives well, he will naturally not agree to himself, and there is a very important factor, his realm is not as high as his.

"I appreciate your kindness, kid. It's just that I live here, and I like to be neighbors with mountains and beasts, and I can't stand the constraints of power. After the black man finished speaking, he raised his wine glass and said to Zhao Qingyu: "Dao Chief, please drink." ā€

The white-clothed Xiushi, who had not spoken, said: "The Taoist is strange, I have been friends with the king for many years, and I know that he is a person, and he has always avoided money like a wolf, and regarded fame and fortune as dung, and he is a real master of the world. ā€

The black man smiled: "Brother Bai has won the award, I am Xianyun Ye Heguan!"

The red boy listened to the dripping eyes and kept rolling, he knew that Zhao Qingyu's trip was to subdue the black man in front of him. If the black man didn't agree, wouldn't he come for nothing, and immediately thought about persuading again, but when he came to his mouth, he was glared back by Zhao Qingyu with a look.

Zhao Qingyu arched his hand and said to the black man: "I didn't expect the king to be so high-spirited, and he is also a cultivator, so I admire it very much." He raised his glass, took a shallow drink, and said, "Also, as long as a cultivator has the Tao in his heart, where is not the dojo, why should he be in fame, fortune and right and wrong." ā€

Hei Han praised: "The Taoist can see so clearly, it is really far better than me, and his future cultivation will inevitably reach the height I look up to!"

"How can you beat the king, along the way, I have never done it to others, and today I have wine to help the fun, and I ask the king to give me some advice. Seeing that it was no fun to persuade the black man to join the gang, Zhao Qingyu remembered that he used a gun, so he had the idea of trying it out to see who had better marksmanship.

Since breaking through with the help of Linglong Neidan, Zhao Qingyu has never made a move with anyone, and when he saw a powerful monster at this time, he couldn't control his itchy hands for a while, and he wanted to compete.

The black man said with a smile: "Since the Taoist chief has this Yaxing, as the master here, how can I not be accompanied!" said that a gust of wind disappeared, and after a while, he took out a black tassel gun and fell from mid-air.