CHAPTER XXVII
Zhou Zhou Xian looked behind him with some sorrow, his orange peel-like face wrinkled. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Since he tried to fool Qin Mu and was recognized that day, he felt as if he had lost his luck, everything was not going well, not only was there a plague god behind him, but even his granddaughter Xiaohuan on the tip of his heart seemed to be closer to Qin Mu.
Qin Mu looked ahead, and even walking revealed a reluctant old man, who was also a little bored.
Zhou Zhou Xian, in fact, there is not much description in Qingyun's classics, but after all, he is a foreign person, and to Qingyun, he is really not an outsider.
It is said that Qingyunzi established a faction in Qingyun Mountain that day, and he was also the hero of one party, and all kinds of skills were inherited, and the best physiognomy was naturally the same.
But physiognomy is really different from the knowledge of other monks, the first hurdle is that it requires extremely special talents, speaking of which, the lineage of Zhou Zhou Immortal has been passed down for nearly two thousand years, but there are very few people who are really talented.
A peerless talent like Xiaohuan is even more once in a thousand years.
But compared to the second defect, this requirement is not a difficult thing, Xiangshi together, in the final analysis, or still spy on the heavenly machine, if the cultivation is a little more profound, it is easy to say, if they are just ordinary and ordinary, then the so-called heavenly machine counter-devouring power, will bring great disasters to Xiangshi himself or the people around him.
For example, Qingyun Patriarch, who got the Book of Heaven in the Phantom Moon Ancient Cave, is already considered to be a deep fortune and has cultivated to a high level, but since his death, the former hero Qingyunmen has sunk for hundreds of years, if it were not for Qingyun itself to be a blessed land, Qingye Patriarch was born, and Qingyun was a family, I am afraid that it would have perished long ago.
In this matter, Qingyun's predecessors speculated that Qingyunzi relied too much on feng shui physiognomy, which affected future generations.
After that, the people who inherited the physiognomy of Qingyun often had a bad fate, and the people around them were even more unexpected, and over time, except for the Zhou Zhou Immortal, no one was willing to practice physiognomy anymore.
Later, this lineage was turned into a separate lineage and was not included in the list of Qingyun's disciples, so as not to be implicated.
It is Zhou Zhou Xian, who seems to be proud of Hongchen, but he lost his son at an early age, and his only companion is Xiaohuan, who has no blood relationship with him, and he is only a cheater in his life, and he does not dare to act in vain, for fear that it will also have something to do with the side effects of this inheritance.
In Zhou Xian's heart, Qin Mu didn't seem to be afraid of death, showing interest in physiognomy, especially feng shui, and actually walked with him all the way, he deceived people, Qin Mu watched with a smile on the side, and sometimes, he dutifully did his duty to be a qualified childcare, bluffing people into a daze.
Although Qin Mu's physiognomy is different, at a glance, this person's stone Buddha is addicted to wine, and whether his vitality is sufficient is clear at a glance. With his help, Monday was like a tiger, and life was much better than before.
But he still saw that Qin Mu's nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes.
Qin Mu didn't care about his attitude, but he was kidnapped and deceived all the way, but he was also leisurely.
It wasn't until after walking together for three months that Qin Mu was next to a big river and fell into a fixed situation.
Although he knew that he was no longer a fireworks, Xiaohuan still didn't worry that he was sitting here alone and refused to leave, but instead pulled Zhou Zhou Xian and stayed by Qin Mu's side, building a grass hut for him to shelter from the wind and rain.
Zhou Zhou Xian's face was full of reluctance, but she couldn't resist the stubborn little girl, so she had to accompany her and wait.
At this time, Qin Mu fell into a wonderful realm in the dark.
In his veins, the speed and sound of blood seemed to slowly fit with the river in front of him, and it was actually undulating with the moon setting and rising.
There is a way in the sky, and there is virtue in the earth.
The so-called earth virtue is the way of life, Qin Mu incorporates earth qi into his body, but blindly pursues this power, which is to sacrifice the original and chase the end.
The five fingers under his feet suddenly broke through the cloth boots on his feet and plunged into the earth, like roots, deep into the soil.
The hair on his head was long, but it floated automatically without wind, and a ray of sunlight fell straight on his back.
From a distance, he was a leafy willow tree, bathed in sunlight.
Even Zhou Zhou Xian felt that by his side, the depression in his body seemed to melt away from the ice, and his spirit was unprecedentedly vigorous.
"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs"
The so-called unkindness is just not favoring any one person, any thing, often in the past life meritorious to heaven and earth, this life will be a little better, such as the world of immortals, there is no reincarnation, that is, the predecessors accumulate virtue, and the descendants enjoy the blessings, the so-called previous life, but so.
But people's hearts are selfish, only remember their own contributions, do not look at their own luck, everyone looks at themselves as the pride of the sky, blessed by nature, if they do not get this preference, they think that the world is not benevolent.
But heaven and earth, who cares what people think?
The way of the earth is ruthlessness and great love.
To give birth to all things is great love.
Since Qin Mu realized this, he felt a burst of vitality, slowly germinating from his seventy-two tricks, until today, as if his merits were complete, and he wanted to break out of his shell.
Xiaohuan and the two of them were stunned to watch as streams of black qi overflowed from Qin Mu's body, as if they were extremely heavy and heavy, and smashed straight to the ground.
After three days, the black qi seemed to have just been exhausted, and Qin Mu's body had already emitted a faint streamer.
Only his figure, but getting bigger and bigger, sitting sideways by the river, projection on the river, like a giant Buddha looking at the boats on the river, the people in the boat, often shocked to look at the shore, but found nothing.
Only Xiaohuan and the two of them have a deep understanding, Qin Mu at this time, when he sat down, he was only more than four feet, but his temperament was extremely high-spirited.
Like a giant tree, it soars into the sky.
Qin Mu felt another kind of feeling, a steady stream of vitality, like crazy, from the source point, poured into his body, seventy-two points, like seventy-two seeds, slowly shrinking and expanding, greedily absorbing this vitality.
Finally, on this day, these seventy-two seeds suddenly broke open, and turned into seventy-two different forms of body gods, none of which were not like human forms, but seemed to be just some strange beasts that acted on instinct.
Qin Mu suddenly had a sense of enlightenment, Pangu created all things, and it was also such a scene.
There is God, born from birth.
The heavens and the earth reverberated in unison, and a stream of green energy filled the entire sky.
Once you have attained the Tao, heaven and earth are the king's congratulations.
This is a congratulatory greeting to fellow travelers.
Qin Mu slowly opened his eyes, but the small ring in front of him was silently crying under his gaze.
Qin Mu stretched out his hand and gently stroked her head, unable to tell whether it was a sigh or an expectation in his tone:
"Would you like to be my disciple?"
Xiaohuan's knees weakened, knelt in front of him, and nodded silently.
"Today, I will give you the name of the law, whether you are willing. ā
"Disciple respectfully. ā
Qin Mu looked at the green qi on his head and said with some solemnity:
"Houtu, your name, is Houtu. Don't let it down. (To be continued.) )