That's it.

The drizzle is blooming freely, and the breeze blows through the forest.

The bamboo shadows come into view, the banana leaves are green and dotted with stars.

Three or five cranes danced gracefully, and the clear sound of the cranes echoed around.

Someone stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a golden crown, a sun and moon locking god-killing armor, and a deer-skin boots. He was majestic and arrogant. The third eye on his forehead opened and closed, and the space and time was revealed.

The young man grabbed the spear in his hand and held it steadily. There was a sound of wind and thunder. At first glance, it seemed like he was holding a spear in his hand, but a divine dragon that wanted to embrace the sun and the moon in the sky.

Majestic and murderous intent, there is a kind of sharpness that can break through the mortal world.

It is the martial arts venerable in the Heavenly Court that is not famous.

At this time, Mo Wenming held a long sword in his hand, his brows frowned, and the armor on his body reflected the mottled pine and bamboo colors around him, and the light and shadow were intertwined, as if time was fleeting and clouds came and went.

He was staring ahead with a cold face.

There, the sparse forests were vast and the frosty leaves were rising and falling. A small young man sat on the roots of a tree that was as twisted as a dragon, wearing white clothes, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, giving people a feeling of being as beautiful as jade.

The little boy sat on the root of the tree, watching the leaves dotted and hitting his clothes, and unknown birds poked their heads from the branches, giving a kind of carefulness to peek at people.

The young man was barefoot and serenely playing the flute. There was really a kind of wonderful sound that he followed him, cutting the weather, wind and rain, and I was the master of the mountains.

If you look closely, you will find that the young man has auspicious aura and colorful light like the sun and the moon, which makes him have the temperament of a true immortal even if he only has the level of the soul realm, but every move is no less than that of a true immortal.

"Lu Xiujing,"

Mo Wenming really couldn't stand it. He carried his gun out, walked like a mountain, and came to the boy's face, condescending, with anger in his voice, saying, "You have been traveling around the mountains and rivers or chanting poems in the moon and chanting, and have not practiced at all, wasting your talent in vain. What do you want?"

The third eye on Mo Wen's forehead opened, like the sun and the moon, with a bright light. He stared at Lu Xiujing and said word by word, "I have told you so many times. You must persevere in practicing, not afraid of the cold and heat, and cherish every moment!"

His voice is not small, and he feels like he is so sorry that he can't make a steel.

Lu Xiujing was originally playing the flute to appreciate the thinness of the pine and thinness, and her heart was full of wind, flowers, snow and moon. She was suddenly interrupted. All the insights just now disappeared, and a sensation of depression rose.

But when Lu Xiujing raised his head and saw Mo Wenming with three eyes holding a spear in front of him, he felt powerless and said helplessly, "It's my own business to practice or not, so don't worry too much."

"snort,"

The light flashed in Mo Wen's name, and his hand stretched out, like a big dragon, picked up Lu Xiujing, who was combing the Taoist bun and floating in white, paused down, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, practice hard for me."

"you,"

Lu Xiujing was furious and wanted to get up, but when she saw the other party's cold eyes, she thought of being beaten up recently, so she could only suppress her anger and gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I'll practice."

He said it was reluctant and helpless, but he had to do it.

The reason is very simple. The person in front of him is really using his fists to explain the truth. He is very tough. If he doesn't obey, he will suffer.

"I will return them all one day."

Lu Xiujing is a young man of strong energy. Although he has been lucky enough to see the sky, he still has the thoughts of young people in his heart. Now he is sleeping on firewood and tastes gall, and then slaps him in the face crazily.

As a saint of martial arts, Mo Wenming has pure minds and a spirit of martial arts that runs through the world. He can see all the changes in Lu Xiujing's expression, but he doesn't care.

He cannot allow young people to waste their qualifications and talents, and they must do what they need to do after working tirelessly.

Since the other party doesn't understand, you have to whip it hard.

Mo Wenming held a spear, behind him were the sound of wild birds in the forest, and there were a few idle clouds. He frowned and thought about things.

Since he came to the world, the Binwang, who had the luck of heaven, had sent messages and found many talented and beautiful jades, and his qualifications and luck were even better than those of him.

Among all the people I have met, Lu Xiujing's luck qualification is the most outstanding. He is a veritable son of luck. He is a powerful and powerful person. Even he has rarely seen it in so many years.

But this little guy with amazing luck just doesn’t like practicing and is too lazy.

At this moment, the rainbow lights in the sky soared into the sky, running through time and space, vast and profound, and the sound of water was deep and endless.

The golden light is grinding up and down, condenses into transactions and is radiant.

There is brilliance in the light, and brilliance intersects wonderful sounds, and wonderful sounds produce fragrance.

Then, a clear and bright roar, like a dragon's roar, like a phoenix, or a crane's cry. Then a magic figure that was thousands of feet high rose up in the sky, like glass, without any cause and effect, and stepped on the black water. There were thousands of acres of clouds on the sky gate. On it, thousands of golden lamps hung down, and stranded with strands of light intertwined to form the appearance of a treasure bell, engraved with fine seal script, arranged from top to bottom, containing the domineering power of governing all energy.

The Dharma statue was spreading across the sky, and the sound of water was rustling. He held a door with his right hand, which was ancient and simple. Just open a little, and you could see the thunder rolling inside, which was irresistible.

Deep, restrained, domineering, powerful, never born and destroyed, and will last forever.

As soon as the Dharma image came out, he stretched out his hand, and a powerful force rose in his palm. With a gentle tweak, he pushed the sky apart. The rain and clouds just now were all pushed down, showing the background color like glass mutton fat, and layers of jade light shone with light.

The next moment,

It was like a huge rock throwing into the deep pool, and many sky-blue rains overflowed, with stars, like tangible, like invisible, and splashing around.

Anyone who comes into contact with the rain of sweet rain is staggered, trees are lush and green, growing lushly, animals and wild birds, and their feathers are gone. When the body rolls, it has a shape of transformation.

The rain does not know where it comes from, but suddenly comes, and auspicious lights are everywhere, flowing unsteadily.

Mo Wenming stretched out his hand, lit the rain on his fingertips, sensed the smell in it, and said, "I think of the rain that washes the sky blue. This is a strange phenomenon of someone opening up the world, the Taoist fruits hang in the air, and being promoted to the celestial immortal."

"It is the person of the immortal way to be promoted to the celestial immortal."

Although Mo Wenming is a martial arts master, he is of course very familiar with the aura of the immortals. His eyes burst out with amazing light, like the sun and the moon, dignified and cannot be looked at.

"rise."

Mo Wenming ignored it at all and was shocked by Lu Xiujing when he saw this scene for the first time. He pulled up his body, and the spear in his hand shook, like a trapped dragon ascending to the sky, and his sharp aura teared apart the sky.
Chapter completed!