"Jinhua Mountain is not a dragon's pond, why can't I come?"

Feeling that the old Taoist priest had no malice, Ning Wuque felt slightly relieved and thought to himself that he was careless. When he was practicing just now, a trace of demonic energy was emitted.

"That's right, those who practice in Jinhua Mountain are all old guys who are transcendent to the world. You are a little wolf demon, and you can't attract their attention. However, it's better to be careful. Not all monks are like monks on Jinhua Mountain."

The old Taoist priest shook the dust, looked over Ning Wuque, looked at Ning Bowu carrying the white rabbit, and smiled, "Boy, why don't you let Xiaobai go?"

"It turns out that the White Rabbit is a senior. My brother is born stupid, but he doesn't know what others say. Please forgive me for the offense."

Ning Wuque took the white rabbit from Ning Bowu and put it on the ground. The white rabbit kicked its back leg, jumped a few meters away, and got into the grass.

"Let it..." The old Taoist priest was about to speak when he saw the white rabbit crawling into the grass, and his body swayed and chased the white rabbit, leaving a sentence, "You really let the old Taoist go, that's the old Taoist's breakfast, the delicious rabbit legs..."

A faint breeze blew, and Ning Wuque only felt a few drops of sweat falling from his forehead, and his face was covered with black lines.

Chen Qinglong stared at the old Taoist priest and chased the rabbit away, opening his mouth, not knowing what to say, so he had to shut his mouth speechlessly, with some doubt in his heart, is this the legendary laity and the monk in the Fangwai?

Ning Bowu stared at the direction of the rabbit leaving, pointed with his finger, and said vaguely: "Run..."

There are several peaks in Jinlong Mountain, with beautiful scenery and wonderful caves. Originally, Ning Wuque planned to visit the gospel, but after meeting an expert like an old Taoist priest, he lost his mind.

After cleaning up, the dry food that the three of them had brought was already sunny and they walked down the trail down the mountain step by step.

The streams and streams in the winding mountains welcome the fragrance of plants and trees along the way. Some are rushing and rushing under the rocks between the cliffs, with silver and snow, gurgling like songs; some are surging in the dark rivers, hiding into caves, making waterfalls straight down, countless mountains and rocks overlap, and the roads are twisted and circling.

"This mountain stream is called Chisongjian. It is rumored that there was a Huang Chuping in the Han Dynasty. When she was fifteen years old, she met a Taoist priest and practiced in Jinhua Mountain with Taoist priests. After going there for more than forty years, Huang Chuping had a brother, whose name was Chuchu. When he saw his younger brother grazing the sheep, he went into the mountain to search. Later, he met a Taoist who led Huang Chuping to practice. After hearing the traces, the brothers recognized each other, and the two of them practiced in this mountain.

For more than five hundred years, the void was broken, the clouds rose and the feathers became immortals. They were called the Two Immortals of the Imperial Family! There were many stories left by the Two Immortals in the Two Immortal Cave."

On a small pavilion for people to rest, Chen Qinglong pointed to the spiraling stream water and told the origin of the Chisong Stream.

"Huang Chuping later changed his name to Chisongzi, and his brother changed his name to Luban. When Chisongzi was evolving, a pine nut fell by Chisongrib and turned into a pine forest. Hence the name of Chisongrib. When he was young, his mother often told the story of Jinhua Mountain. She thought it was just a legend, but she didn't expect that the legend was true."

Chen Qinglong sighed softly, as if he had thought of some past events, and a faint feeling appeared in his eyes.

"Haha, there are two water spirits in Chisong River. If you came earlier, you would have seen them. Unfortunately, they were saved by Hui, the great monk from Fanju Temple, who made a promise to pass away before Nirvana, and got a merit and left."

A loud laughter sounded, and the old Taoist priest in gray clothes appeared on the railing of the pavilion. He grabbed two golden rabbit legs in his hand and tore off a piece of meat in one bite, looking at Ning Wuque and the other two with a smile.

Ning Wuque was secretly shocked. This man was using a good method, without a trace. It was not an exaggeration to the land gods in this state. Chen Qinglong held the long sword on his waist tightly, wondering what this man came here to do again?

Ning Bowu stared at the rabbit's legs in the Taoist hand, smashed it, and his saliva was flowing.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I have not been killed for nearly a hundred years. If you want to kill you, just raise your hand, and you are too lazy to move, too lazy to move."

"Have you killed in the past hundred years?"

Chen Qinglong was disdainful and glanced at the rabbit's legs. Didn't you kill the rabbit?

"Haha, little brother, I have heard of waiting for the rabbit. This rabbit was killed by hitting the tree by itself, and it is not worthy of the old Taoist."

"Uh..." Chen Qinglong was stunned. Is there anything like this?

The old Taoist priest jumped off the railing, his tall and thin body was upright, and walked to Ning Bowu with a smile, shaking the rabbit's legs in his hand, "Do you want to eat?"

Ning Bowu didn't say anything, stared at the rabbit's legs, and grabbed it with one hand.

The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes, and his chicken feet-like hand swept in the air, avoiding Ning Bowu's grab. With a mistake, Ning Bowu's body shook and grabbed it one after another, as if he was shocked.

Ning Wuque also took action. He had not learned martial arts yet, but he still had the ability to fight. He took advantage of the old Taoist retreating and punched his two punches, doing his best, like an iron hammer, making the air tremble and buzzing.

Chen Qinglong was very skilled in martial arts. He entered the innate realm and had not yet moved his hand. Seeing this opportunity, he threw away the long sword, stepped on his right foot, and kicked the ground suddenly. His body twisted, his strength reached the waist muscles, his chest and abdomen contracted, and he bent down like a big bow. The left leg was a bow and arrow. He kicked it out clearly. The sound of the "collapse" when the bow string was released, and the phantom of the whip leg was directly towards the waist of the old Taoist priest.

Three figures moved like rabbits, and were as fast as the wind. If they were ordinary masters of the world, they would fall to the ground and admit defeat when they encountered such storm attacks as Ning Wuque and the other two.

Unfortunately, the old Taoist priests are not very human. In this earthly world, the old Taoist priests can be regarded as the most powerful group of people.

Holding the rabbit's legs in his hand, the old Taoist priest was as shaped as the wind, and he avoided Ning Bowu and Ning Wuque with a slight sway. Chen Qinglong's full-strength attack could kick the whip legs of the rocks, and it hit the old Taoist priest's waist firmly.

when……

With a golden and iron attack, Zhong Qingqing resounded through the pavilion like a buzzing sound. Chen Qinglong, who kicked the old Taoist priest's waist, felt that his left leg was like kicking an iron plate. The power of the recoil came along the left leg, and the energy was disordered, which made him fly backwards and hit the big red lacquer pillar of the pavilion. He hit the ground and spurted out blood, but was seriously injured.

Chen Qinglong was shaken away, and the old Taoist priest kept moving, and his elbow drew an arc at an incredible angle, bypassing Ning Wuque's fist and pressing against Ning Wuque's lower abdomen.

The severe pain came from the lower abdomen. Ning Wuque's body bent into a big prawn. A huge force flew out, hit the railing, stopped, and spit out a mouthful of sour water. He felt his whole body was sore and weak and could not move.

With just one move, Ning Wuque and Chen Qinglong lost their combat power.

Seeing Chen Qinglong and Ning Wuque being knocked away, Ning Bowu's momentum changed in vain, his eyes were red, and a roar like a beast, his disguised hair danced without wind, and his tower-like body exuded an impulse. With a wave of his hand, he pressed towards the Taoist like a millstone.

Looking at Ning Bowu's changes and an unstoppable move, the old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Okay, come well, this is how you are qualified to be the apprentice of the old Taoist."
Chapter completed!