Wu Shuang walked out of the Taoist temple door and suddenly felt that the mountain wind was cold. She squatted down in an empty place and put her hands in her cuffs, like a porter in the market. She was not as righteous as she was just talking, and she looked like a philander. Li Baoyu squatted down behind her, put her hands into the Taoist robe, took out the bald whisk, wandering back and forth in front of Wu Shuang who was glancing around in her eyes, and sneered, "It turns out that you held this thought last time, so you ignored the obstacles and even did not hesitate to do anything with me, just for the right way you uphold?"

The teacher preached at the literary world of a country, saying that aristocratic families will be destroyed, and that the buildings are poured out because of aristocratic families, saying that emperors, generals, and people are destroyed by nobles, and the green shirt is open and honest. After the green shirt, a young swordsman stood up, chopped off the end of a Taoist whisk, and never looked back. He was alone at the five who were absolutely silenced until the teacher finished preaching, and there was no good meat in his body. The old Taoist once joked that Wu Shuang had drunk three bowls of wine under the nose of the King of Hell, and then urinated for five thousand miles with great pleasure, and then returned to the world with unfinished desire. Even such a miserable end was probably because the five who were absolutely depressed by their desire to cherish talent, and had never killed him, but left Wu Shuang's life.

Wu Shuang smiled. With the thickness of his face, he would not care about the burrs in the old Taoist words. Even if he heard the latter's ironic meaning, he never really cared about it. "How short a person's life is, he has to do something shocking to the world to live up to what a real man should do."

The old Taoist was unmoved and curled his lips coldly: "Wu Dajianxian, next time you say such a heroic remark, can you retract the finger in your nostrils into your cuffs? How big is it, it's so disgusting." Wu Shuang smiled brightly and put the hand on the old Taoist's shoulder and patted it, "It will definitely be next time."

The sea of ​​clouds gradually calmed down, the sun was hanging high, and the golden glow reflected the Taoist temple, like pouring on boiling gold juice. The stars drifted away, and the evening moon gradually disappeared.

"How about my disciple?" "It's not bad, but this temptation is enough to show that he is not a good seedling for practicing Taoism."

"It's enough to have a talent for swordsmanship. Why ask for so much, just cause trouble." "Now I really can't tell whether you are a Taoist sect or I am a Taoist sect. What are you going to do?"

"I hope you can hide the Shushu wine."

"The Supreme Heavenly Lord, if you want wine, you won't have to die."

The middle-aged shopkeeper used his shoulders to push the old Taoist, looking silly and silly, and he did not have the style of a sword immortal in the eyes of secular people.

"Next time we meet again, you will get Dongzhou to find me, but it's good, so I can save myself from eating and drinking." The old Taoist stood up, took out a talisman from somewhere, and gave it to Wu Shuang without saying a word. Wu Shuang took the talisman, looked over and over for a while, and said in surprise: "Yes, old bull's nose, I really want to give it to me this time? I asked you several times ten years ago, and even exchanged it with the masterpiece of the craftsman who is the masterpiece of the master. You put it all in your mind.

Ignore, why did you send me this time without a sound?" Wu Shuang's question was actually nonsense. It is roughly estimated that the remaining time for this Taoist leader would only last a few years. If he did not break through that realm in the rest of his life, or spread his robe and bowl to Tuzhong, in decades, there would probably be very few people who could remember Li Baoyu in the world. Only the moving hearts of immortality are not only targetless, but also the ultimate proverb.

"It's hard to pass on all your knowledge to him." Wu Shuang put away his smile and said seriously.

The old Taoist sneered, looking for granted, "Otherwise, can it be passed on to Yansi Pass?" As expected, Wu Shuang was completely unsatisfied. From the first meeting with Yansi Pass to the posture of looking at his posture, he vaguely felt that the skills of the young Wushen in this grass team were very similar to those of this old friend. And because the old Taoist has been dormant on this mountain for many years, not far apart, Wu Shuang naturally thought of the hidden story. He heard the old Taoist saying this, and was puzzled. "Why not spread it to him? Don't tell me that the law is not a person in my Taoist sect, and the Dharma cannot be easily passed on such empty words. With the friendship between you and me, can I not know who you are?"

The old Taoist waved the bare whisk in his hand into the air, "The Taoist sect has a lot of knowledge. If you tell you carefully, you will probably have to talk about it for a few years. When it comes to picking up the whisk, the pole is heavy and light, just like the Taoist sect is pure and heavy. But if it is heavy and not light, how can you follow my old path? Instead of burying his heavy and vast momentum, it is better to let him explore it by himself, and it may not be as far away as my path. When he goes to the army to experience it and spend several years, if he practices hard and diligently, he may not be able to get another noble pass."

"Don't worry about everything. I can jump around for a few more years. If I can break the realm, I will have time to work with my disciple. But if I break the realm, I may not be able to do anything in the north." The old man stroked his beard and was very open-minded. "At that time, I will still be counted on you to take care of my disciple and take my disciple away from this mountain to ensure that he has no disasters and no disasters. Sooner or later, I will resurrect my Tao in the world, and even to be higher."

Wu Shuang nodded silently and looked back at the Taoist boy at the door of the Taoist temple. The latter was digging a strange stone from the wall of the Taoist temple, then walked to the edge of the cliff, and threw the strange stone to the bottom of the mountain with a disgusting look on his face.

At noon, Wu Shuang returned on the sword, and soon he reached the outer edge of the forest. He saw the clouds holding a horse from afar. Perhaps because it was too much energy when he made a move, the boy stood there at this time, his eyes were dull, but his right hand was still holding the broken broken sword tightly. But the distance was getting closer and closer, but Wu Shuang couldn't help but look grim. He didn't care before, just as the boy's mind suddenly filled with bone hairpin sword intent, which was hard to bear the weight. But after careful look, the boy's neck was exposed outside, covered with green poison patterns, and even more, stretched to the corners of his mouth and jaw, as if the poison had been deeply poisoned, and the poison spread to the heart meridian spiritual platform, which was really gloomy and terrifying. The tampered goods on his side were also quite frightened, and the whine continued, and it was spread far from the empty forest, which was clearly visible.

Wu Shuangqiang urged his internal energy to urge his native sword to fast. In a few breaths, he rushed to Yun Zhong's body and took out a century-old snake orchid grass from his sleeve to let Yun Zhong take it. The young man had already fainted, so he didn't know how to avoid poison. Although he had been young for some reason, he was still injured by toxins. In addition, the sword intent of the old Taoist Li Baoyu was still too majestic for the young man today. The power of a hairpin actually forced the young man to break the young man's divine acupoint, so that the internal energy mixed with toxins poured into the acupoints. It was a blessing that he had not died. He pulled the reins hard and broke the sword in the moment before fainting.

Wu Shuang thought to herself that she was confused, and in a hurry, she forgot to bring two snake orchid grasses to the boy. This snake orchid grass can relieve all poisons and can heal the wounds. It is a common spiritual object when walking in the world. Previously, Wu Shuang learned that the poisonous cicada was coming, so she brought it with her one minute in advance, but ignored that the boy did not know how to deal with the poison at this time. He felt a sense of self-blame and helped the boy sit down and tried to luck to force the toxin out of the meridians.

Wu Shuang did not know that Yun Zhong was sleeping very deeply. Suddenly, he seemed to see the eight extraordinary meridians in his body, which seemed to be the ridges of the ridges that had been crisscrossed in the town. Many acupoints were like passes, and the meridians were like small paths connecting many passes, from far to near. From the dantian to all parts of the body, attached to the blood vessels and bones, and were entangled with silk threads. Under the stimulation of the strange poison, it was like a raging wave, with internal energy running unimpeded, straight and circulating all over the body. But since the downwards of the Divine Court, the rules of qi circulation were completely different from the methods taught by the master. If Wu Shuang taught it, it was a grand and open and majestic way for the young man to move the internal energy at this time, like dragonflies, like idle clouds and wild cranes. Many places were not solid, but were just a simple taste, floating and scattered, with a unique pattern.

The dream changed again, and the young man's mind suddenly pulled out of his body, looking down at the four directions, like a towering mountain.

There is a fog in the north, a white cloud grass horse in the east, and a prosperous root festival in the west. And the nine countries are in the middle, with huge eyes, and a terrifying earthquake in the sky and earth.
Chapter completed!