"Master, do you really want to go to those four magic circles and guard this human world for three years?"
The 100-foot giant python, with its roar like thunder, its head horns slightly raised and towering, spit out a huge snake message, and seemed a little reluctant.
"The bald Taoist's natal pearl is so tempting that I am really willing to take it out. No problem, we will stay in the Blue Dragon Formation in the South China Sea for three years."
It's Qiu Chi.
"But master, the watcher may lose his life!"
The huge snake demon is a little worried. The four holy formations in the world, Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, are located in the east, west, south, and north directions respectively. This is the promise of Lu Sancun, the book reader, to support this world.
Confidence in the last three years.
The Green Dragon Formation in the South China Sea, the Xuanwu Formation in the Eastern Sacred Mountain, the Suzaku Formation in the Western Moduo Mountain, and the Green Ming White Tiger Formation in the North. The opening of the four holy formations requires the presence of the main formation. In the past three years, all the formations will be exhausted.
Life is really guarding this world with its life.
That's why Taoist Chunyang encountered Lu Sancun on the road to the east chamber that day.
Qiu Chi lowered his head and looked at the birth bead left by the bald Taoist, still a little happy: "For others, you may lose your life, but for me..." Qiu Chi smiled evilly, and took the life bead in his hands.
Zhu put it away: "This world is becoming more and more interesting. Although I hate it, this time, I want to see with my own eyes how that book-turner can stir up trouble."
One person and one snake, looking north, under their feet, the waves are as high as mountains.
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Eastern Holy Mountain.
Taoist Chunyang looked at the huge Xuanwu statue in front of him and sighed slightly.
"It's still too late to regret it now. I'll just send you back." Lu Sancun looked at the man in front of him. He might have spent a lot of time with Song Zihan, but his gestures looked a bit like that of his disciple. Lu Sancun sighed, somewhat
If something is kept secret for a long time, it will ferment.
Taoist Chunyang shook his head and looked at Lu Sancun: "As a master, I really can't bear to look like this and be a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death. It's just..."
Taoist Chunyang looked in the direction of the east chamber, feeling a little worried at the moment: "It's just that my mother knows how to put away the clothes hanging on the rope..."
That's right, how could Yu Yuan's mother, who has never touched the spring water, know this?
Just as the Taoist was sighing, a roar came, like resentment that had been held in for a long time:
"Why did you leave without saying goodbye when you know that I don't know how to accept it? If you really become a hero in this world, you don't think about the life and death of us two?"
Yu Yuan’s mother!
Chunyang Taoist hurriedly took a step forward and stood in front of him. His voice sounded defiant and anxious for the first time: "What are you doing here? Go back quickly!"
The woman ignored him and went straight to Lu Sancun: "I wonder if two people can preside over this formation?"
Lu Sancun scratched his head a little, looked at this disciple's disciple's wife, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"That's feasible." The woman turned around and looked at her man: "Didn't you say you wanted to smoke? How could I not agree to such a request? I really thought that after scolding you for so many years,
Does that mean you really owe me?"
Then his voice turned soft and seemed a little apologetic: "It doesn't have to be like this."
Yes, it doesn't have to be like this.
Recalling the time on the top of the mountain in the east chamber, the woman said inadvertently: "I wonder what would happen if there was snow in the sky in June." A Taoist named Shi Zhi really paid a heavy price to travel from the cold and cold land of the far north to the mountain.
He picked up a piece of snow and let it fall on the top of the mountain in the east chamber. That day, the Master, who was dancing in the snow with a red gauze song, reached out to hold the Taoist for the first time and was showered with snow.
This idiot, still doesn’t understand?
A snowfall means growing old together with you!
Taoist Chunyang's lips were wet, and his outstretched hand stopped in the air: "It will cost you your life."
"oh."
With just one word, the woman blocked what Taoist Chunyang wanted to say. Will it cost her life? That's it. Without you, there will be no more snow in the east chamber, and there will be no more white heads together in this life. What is this world like?
The woman took out a long cigarette pole from behind and returned to her usual aggressive tone: "I owe you seventy-five taels, and you give me one hundred and fifty taels. How can you not live like this? Or are you really interested in the boss's wife?"
Well, I asked for the money and bought you a cigarette rod by the way. If you want to smoke, just smoke."
Taoist Chunyang's hands were trembling as he took the cigarette rod that was still warm, his eyes moist.
The woman murmured softly: "As long as you are still here."
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Xu Qingmu had been unable to move Fu Xiansheng even a little bit for three days in a row.
Wang Shuai immediately gave up the idea of attacking. This wicked master would only defend but not attack when others attacked him. Once it was his turn to stand on the opposite side, no matter how he begged for mercy and ran away, he would catch up, pin him to the ground and rub him.
Stingy, didn't I just call you an old guy?
Today, Wang Shuai is lying leisurely on the tree, drinking tens of millions of kilograms of apricot wine brought from the nearby things, and watching Xu Qingmu and Bai Qi's endless attacks all day long. It feels very comfortable.
But the good times did not last long. On this day, when Wang Shuai was lying on the tree leisurely drinking wine as usual, a huge Dharma hand pinched him directly and caught him off guard.
"What are you doing, old man? I didn't take the initiative to challenge you!"
Wang Shuai, who was thrown to pieces, got up angrily and glared angrily. Fu Xiansheng on the opposite side didn't care: "From now on, wherever I look, no matter whether you challenge me or not, I will attack at any time and anywhere.
, this is also part of the test and trial!”
As far as the eye can see? Okay, then I will disappear!
Wang Shuai stamped his feet and quickly ran away into the distance.
Fu Xiansheng smiled evilly, raised his head and shouted to the sky: "Brother Qingqiu, please." The next second, Wang Shuai, who was still enjoying himself in the distance, turned around and found that he was in front of Fu Xiansheng. He was also shocked.
Ignoring the wine in his hand, he threw it away and climbed up. However, before he could escape far away, he was kicked in the butt by Fu Xiansheng, and he fell to the ground again!
"Old man, you are so cruel!" Wang Shuai also lost his temper and suddenly stamped his foot:
"Seal of the God King of the Ten Directions: Fuxi!"
Wang Shuai made a secret gesture with both hands, and the huge 50-foot-long Dharma form appeared behind him and pinched it towards Fu Xiansheng. Looking at the attack of the young man in front of him, Fu Xiansheng had a faint smile: "Not bad, you can use the Dharma form to
I have cultivated to fifty feet, and it seems that I have really made some progress in the past five years."
"Shut up, old man, if grandpa doesn't beat you until you call him grandpa today, grandpa won't call you grandpa!"
Fu Xiansheng didn't see any movement. He just caught the leaf falling in the air, held it in his hand and flicked it. The weak leaf, like a sharp sword, pierced the Dharma behind Wang Shuai's back.
With just one blow, the Dharma phase collapsed. Wang Shuai, who was rushing towards him, was kicked away and lay on the ground unable to move.
"Grandpa, Grandpa Fu, you are my grandfather!"
Wang Shuai knew very well that a good man never suffers immediate losses, so he immediately changed his tune and did not hesitate.
It’s useless, it’s still a kick.
Wang Shuai, who had several broken ribs, was lying not far away. He no longer had the arrogance and domineering attitude he used to treat Fu Xiansheng. Two lines of clear tears flowed from his eyes. He stared blankly at the sky without saying a word.
It wasn't because they were beaten, but because they were both in the eleventh realm, Wang Shuai completely saw the difference.
So strong.
Xu Qingmu was also a little shocked. This uncle was obviously only in the eleventh realm, so why was he so tyrannical? It was true that he was a person in the same realm, but he was different.
...
Day after day, spring passed and autumn came, and another three years passed like this. It was already the eighth year in Qinglian Cave.
During these more than a thousand days and nights, Xu Qingmu continued without interruption, and with Fu Xiansheng's consent, the challenge changed from one challenge per day to two challenges per day. However, the results of such efforts are also very obvious.
Xu Qingmu has entered the ninth realm.
Seven of the thirty-six major acupoints in the body have completely liquefied the spiritual energy. Beiming finally returned to the original twenty-fourth level.
The black ice realm that will be taken back and erased by the Sword Spirit in the future has also evolved again and become more powerful.
Since Wang Shuai was beaten three years ago, he found that there was no way to escape. This stubborn young man began to practice crazily. Although he was beaten every day, his strength was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Now, that inheritance
Since Fu Xiansheng's Ten Directions God King Seal, he has been able to condense the Dharma more solidly, and his height has exceeded eighty feet.
The most terrifying thing is that his Tongtianlu, with the foundation of the eleventh realm, has reached the sixtieth level!
Now, facing Wang Shuai's attack, although Fu Xiansheng would not be defeated, he still had to take it seriously. Sometimes the two were even inseparable and fought evenly. And since that battle, Fu Xiansheng always acted intentionally or unintentionally.
Get close to Wang Shuai and pinch him twice while he is not paying attention.
"What are you doing, old man? You don't miss women, do you?"
Once again, while Wang Shuai was asleep, Xu Qingmu's senior uncle and Song Zihan's second junior brother quietly touched over and carefully touched Wang Shuai's buttocks.
But who would have known that Wang Shuai was not asleep at all and was caught in the act. Wang Shuai started to curse, which made Fu Xiansheng a little embarrassed: "Ahem, I just saw a bug landing on your butt.
Come on, I came here specifically to drive you away, for your own good!"
Wang Shuai stared at Fu Xiansheng: "Do you believe this nonsense?"
Fu Xiansheng stopped entangled with him and left silently.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wang Shuai always felt that the young master's hair had turned whiter, as if he had lost his vitality. But Wang Shuai, who always kept his mind clear of things, soon stopped worrying and turned around to continue sleeping.
Don't forget to tuck your butt in.
A year later, during an extremely hot summer, Fu Xiansheng's halo of mist was finally split open by Xu Qingmu's sword, completely breaking his defense.
Just when Xu Qingmu came up with the second sword, Fu Xiansheng took the initiative and said: "Okay, you can go over."
Xu Qingmu stopped his sword and clasped his fists at Fu Xiansheng. This young uncle had really helped him a lot in the past four years. Without his training, Xu Qingmu thought he would not be able to do it so quickly.
Breaking through the Nine Realms.
Fu Xiansheng looked at Xu Qingmu with long flowing hair and was a little curious: "Why not practice the ninth sword?"
During this period of time, Xu Qingmu, who had already entered the ninth realm, had yet to draw the ninth sword.
Then, Fu Xiansheng nodded with some understanding: "Save it to deal with the old python at the last level? Haha, that's a good plan."
Xu Qingmu scratched his head, it was indeed true.
"Okay, the trial of this kind of mission is over, and it's time for me to go back. Disciple, are you still angry with me?" Fu Xiansheng looked at the angry Wang Shuai with a smile in his eyes: "You
The boy is really cruel. He was beaten by me for four years, but he never asked for mercy. Now that I am going back, do you really want to say goodbye?"
Wang Shuai turned his head, raised his head, and pouted, looking very arrogant.
Fu Xiansheng was a little disappointed in his eyes, but he concealed it very well: "That's all, you and I don't need to care about such small etiquette when we are master and apprentice. But from now on, we must go on this road well, and the seal of the God King of the Ten Directions,
You must practice!”
Wang Shuai still didn't look back: "Old man, hurry up and leave, I see you are very annoyed!"
Fu Xiansheng's outstretched hand was choked, and then he dropped it weakly and said:
"Damn it."
The white-haired boy stepped out and disappeared into this world.
When Wang Shuai turned around, his hair was no longer gray. The young man was stunned and speechless, holding the words "Master" in his heart, ready to speak out.
Not released yet.
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Western Motuo Mountain.
Lu Sancun, who was standing with his hands behind his back, finally waited for someone to arrive.
"I always treated you like this before, but now I finally feel the feeling of being scolded by my apprentice every day. Hey, old man, you know, even the name is exactly the same."
Fu Xiansheng.
But this time, he never opened his eyes and looked at his master Lu Sancun's white hair. He knelt down and bowed his head respectfully: "Disciple Fu Xiansheng, pay your respects to master."
There was sparkling light in Lu Sancun's eyes.
"Get up." Lu Sancun turned around and looked at the middle-aged second disciple, his eyes full of heartache: "Have you really followed the path of your senior brother?"
The remains of the immortal were left in the Green Lotus Space by the white-haired boy, in the hands of Li Chengru on the Great Wall of Demon Control. The western magic circle, Fu Xiansheng, finally left the last hope of life to Wang
handsome.
"I couldn't understand before, senior brother, why he gave up everything for Xu Qingmu. I made four attempts at the top of the mountain, all of which resulted in killing. I was wondering, is your Song Zihan mentally ill? But now, you don't have any heirs.
I finally understand the heartache of being worried about you all the time."
Fu Xiansheng grinned: "Master, my disciple is gone, you——"
Lu Sancun, who had lived for a thousand years, was completely red-eyed. The disciple who had been scolding him for so many years finally said "you".
"Take care, disciple, let's go!" He stepped into the Suzaku Formation.
Lu Sancun wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes and looked at the direction where Fu Xiansheng disappeared: "You are like this when you are childless, so why am I the same when I am childless?"
The world is speechless, only the sound of the wind is heard.