Time flies. It has been 3 months since Ziyun ascended the mountain, and the baby in his arms can now walk staggeringly, babbling in his mouth: "Heyha, hey......ha" Wielding a wooden short sword, he kept chasing a fiery red bird flying up and down.

"Little junior brother, senior sister has come to see you. A little girl wearing a purple red robe and a thick scarf around her neck shouted loudly, it was Yun Liuli, the little witch of the Qingcang faction.

Ziyun stopped chasing the bird, and hurriedly ran towards the Deadwood Venerable not far away, shouting non-stop: "Master, master, bad sister is coming, bad sister is coming!"

"Haha, little junior brother, look where you're going!" After that, he grabbed Xiao Ziyun, pinched his fleshy face, and screamed in pain.

"Hmph, bad sister. Falling into Yun Liuli's hands, Ziyun knew that he would inevitably be ravaged, pouting angrily, rolling his eyes, and letting him tease.

"Okay, okay, let's see what Senior Sister has brought you. After putting down Ziyun, Yun Liuli took out the steaming pastry from his pocket.

In the end, it was a child's heart, seeing that there was something delicious, Ziyun immediately changed his words: "Good sister, sister drifting." ”

Seeing the two sisters and brothers competing for pastries, the Deadwood Venerable on the side smiled, as if he remembered his past.

Monks and monks, the road is long. The Shenzhou Continent has a clear criterion for the division of the strength of monks, with a total of nine levels, namely the Open Pulse Realm, the Qi Gathering Realm, the Condensate Realm, the Chengdan Realm, the Infant Transformation Realm, the Fusion God Realm, the One Realm, the Tribulation Realm, and the Mahayana Realm. Most monks will linger in the condensation realm throughout their lives, and some disciples of the great sect of cultivation have the opportunity to break through the realm of condensate and enter the Chengdan realm, as for the monks of the infant realm, they are famous figures in all directions, and they are also rare in the great sect of cultivation, and the realm of fusion gods on it is even more uninspired, and the monks of the unity realm have not heard of it, and the legendary realm of the tribulation realm and the Mahayana realm may be made up by the world. Qualifications, sects, exercises, elixirs, armor and other factors often determine the level of achievement of monks in this life, such as the Heavenly Battle Pavilion, Mingyue Palace, Lingxiang Valley and other cultivation giants, the resources, exercises, and armor in the door are very rich, worship under its door, twice the result with half the effort. And the Qingcang Sect, a small sect outside the world, has almost no cultivation resources, everything depends on itself, and most of the disciples will stay in the condensate realm for the rest of their lives, which is why the elders only accept one personal disciple, not because they don't want to accept it, but because they are powerless.

Like Ziyun, who was accepted as a disciple by the most mysterious Deadwood Venerable of the Qingcang Sect, he was the only one. Since the Deadwood Venerable brought Ziyun back to Qingzhu Peak, all the demon beasts and rare birds with a little strength around them have suffered, all of them were found and killed by the Deadwood Venerable, and all their flesh and blood were fed to Ziyun's small belly. In just three months, Ziyun's size has doubled compared to the beginning, and Yun Liuli, the only one in the entire Qingcang Sect who has been allowed to come to Qingzhu Peak, has also undergone a transformation, and the neon dress dance skills he has learned have also broken through to the second layer, which is more than ten years earlier than the three senior brothers.

"Old man, what's delicious today!" After eating the pastry, Yun Liuli, who had finished teasing Ziyun, cushioned her feet, tugged at the beard of the Dead Wood Venerable, and said indifferently.

"Bad sister, let go of my master. After seeing Yun Liuli tugging on the master's beard again, Ziyun quickly ran over, hugged Yun Liuli's legs, and dragged it hard.

"Little junior brother, what are you doing? Your pants are going to be pulled off. "Don't look at Ziyun, who is only more than a year old, but after eating demon beast meat for three months, and drinking demon beast blood, his strength is greater than that of ordinary five or six-year-old children.

"If you put it, I'll let it go. No matter how Yun Liuli broke free, Ziyun just clung to it.

"Oops, I'm afraid of you, I'll let it go, I'll let it go. After Yun Liuli finished speaking, she secretly looked at Ziyun and let go of the little hand that was holding the Deadwood Venerable, and after seeing Ziyun let go of her hands, she quickly picked it up and beat her ass a few times.

"Yun'er, Li'er, don't make trouble, the master will go and fight a big demon beast for you to come back and stew soup to drink. Looking at Ziyun and Yun Liuli chasing me there, blowing his nose and glaring, Venerable Deadwood couldn't help but say.

"yes, there's demon beast soup again. Yun Liuli jumped up happily.

"Master, the demon beast soup is not for the bad sister to drink, but for Yun'er to drink alone. Ziyun's ass had just been hit several times by Yun Liuli, and he ran to the side of the Deadwood Venerable and said secretly.

"Oh, little junior brother, you are getting bolder and bolder, dare not give it to your senior sister, see if I don't kill you. After speaking, Ziyun, who chased after him, ran around on Qingzhu Peak.

"Hey!" Venerable Deadwood sighed and shook his head helplessly, the two little demon kings really couldn't rest for a moment, turned around and left Qingzhu Peak, letting the two of them fight.

The steaming demon beast soup was boiled in a large pot, and the aroma was diffuse, and it could be smelled from afar. Ziyun and Yun Liuli were full of drinks, burping, and lying next to the cauldron of boiling soup together, and it was comfortable to smell if they couldn't drink it.

The sky was getting dark, and Yun Liuli returned to Ziji Peak with Meng Ru. Ziyun, who looked like a little naughty boy during the day, was sitting upright on Qingzhu Peak at the moment, breathing and breathing, and his thin body was motionless like an old monk.

"Yun'er, has the ninth vein opened?" Seeing Ziyun open his eyes and slowly stand up, Venerable Deadwood asked.

"Master, it just opened. Ziyun replied.

"Well, yes, you have to remember that the most important foundation for us cultivators, blindly breaking through to a higher level, although we can gain strength for a short time, but it interrupts the path to immortality. Most monks open up to nine veins when they open the vein realm, and then start to seek a breakthrough, although they can break through, but in the end they can only reach the condensation realm at most, and you have to keep squeezing and polishing yourself, absorbing more heaven and earth aura, and opening more veins, don't rush to break through, understand?" Venerable Deadwood touched Ziyun's forehead and solemnly admonished.

"Master, how many veins have you opened?" Ziyun asked mischievously.

"Open the twelve veins for the teacher. Speaking of this, the Deadwood Venerable's eyes revealed a little sadness, opening the twelve veins, it was also a sensation back then, I thought that there was hope for immortality, but I didn't know that it was still far from enough.

"Yun'er also has to open the twelve veins like the master. After hearing the master's answer, Ziyun continued.

"No, the twelve veins are far from enough, you have to open more veins, as a teacher, I met a monk who opened the fifteenth vein, and it is even rumored that there was a monk who opened the eighteen veins. Staring at Ziyun tightly, Venerable Deadwood said sternly. "The master is already old, Yun'er is still young, and he will definitely be able to surpass the master in the future. ”

"But the bad sister is now in the Qi Gathering Realm, and she is 4 years older than Yun'er, I want to surpass the bad sister, and I can beat the bad sister next time." Thinking of hitting Yun Liuli's buttocks, Ziyun couldn't help but roll his eyes, clenched his small fists, and showed an innocent smile.

Hearing Ziyun mention Yun Liuli, Venerable Deadwood's tense face loosened helplessly, and he said in his heart: "It's a pity, even if I have eaten demon beast meat with Ziyun for a few months, my young tendons and veins have been solidified, and I can open eleven veins, if it is the same size as Ziyun, it is more than enough to open twelve veins." ”

It was late at night, looking at the sleeping purple clouds, the Dead Wood Venerable came to the Heavenly Burial Cave alone.

"Firefinch, is it possible for you to recover from your injuries?" asked Venerable Deadwood, staring at the fiery red bird in front of him.

"Why does His Holiness have such a question, in the first battle of the year, you and I were both injured in the original source, and we have survived until now, and our vitality has long been cut off, and the panacea in this world is just in vain for us. Shaking his head helplessly, the firebird replied.

"Then why did you ask that little baby from Qingling to go find the Fire Lin Grass for you?" Deadwood Venerable then asked.

Without answering the question, the Fire Sparrow motioned for Venerable Deadwood to follow him to the depths of the Heavenly Burial Cave.

A huge piece of cold ice came into view, exuding a biting chill, but it cracked in the middle, and if you look closely, it is a crack from the inside out.

"See? There was a problem with the ice itself, and I had to make a choice, I thought that it would be frozen for ten thousand years, but unfortunately the sky did not fulfill people's wishes. The fire sparrow pointed to this piece of 10,000-year-old ice and said with a heartache.

"Can't you discuss it with me?Something happened, can you be worthy of the old master?" asked Venerable Deadwood, looking at the shattered 10,000-year-old ice.

"Hmph! You still have the face to ask me, what have you done in the past thousand years, hiding in Qingzhu Peak all day long, and I haven't seen you do anything for your old master. "The fiery red bird grew in size from its anger, emitting a scorching heat that scorched the surrounding stone walls.

Seeing the fire sparrow angry, the Deadwood Venerable exuded infinite sword intent all over his body, and shouted angrily: "Let me try you, a stinky bird, what progress has you made in the past thousand years. ”

"Forget it, with your decades of longevity, I'm afraid you will accidentally die in the Heavenly Burial Cave. Said the firesparrow that had reclaimed the flames.

"Now, what are you going to do?" Ignoring Firefinch's taunt, Deadwood Venerable then asked.

"Of course it's revenge, after the Qingling Kid's disciple finds the Fire Lin Grass, after taking it, he can temporarily suppress the injuries in my body, and he will definitely go out of the mountain to turn the world upside down, so that those people can see if my Fire Sparrow can still fight?"

"Revenge? With you stinky bird, I'm afraid you won't even see the faces of those people back then, and you will be roasted. Venerable Deadwood said with a disdainful expression, "Don't forget, the old master's instructions to you, don't forget Senior Brother Qingyi's explanation before he sat down." ”

"Why do you leave all these to me, you are good, one by one, one by one, one hundred is gone, and I am left with this life, surviving in the world. Firesparrow roared.

"Why, just because the old master blocked the knife for you in order to save you, just because your eldest brother, second brother, and third brother desperately want to send you away, just because tens of thousands of brothers burned their own cultivation to create a chance for you to escape, if you are disgusted with life, I will clean you up for the old master today, and you will run out and lose the face of the old master in the future. With that, he drew his sword and put it on the neck of the firesparrow.

A fiery red tear flowed down the corner of the fire sparrow's eyes, recalling the past, and couldn't help sighing: "Old master, brothers, brothers, I, the fire sparrow, swear today that I will live up to your trust, if I violate this oath, let me fall into the boundless sea forever, and I will not be reincarnated forever." ”