South of Taisu Mountain, under the shade of trees.
"Pa", a stone was thrown from Bi Yan's hand and thrown towards Fangshan God who was lying on the rock. The stone passed through the figure and hit the stone directly.
Fang Bi spat out the dogtail grass he was chewing and said angrily: "Old Zhu, if you don't come back, I'll be quieter. Why don't you stay out for another thirty or fifty years?"
"It's not fun outside, there's no one who can fight."
Bi Yan looked lonely as a master.
He has been out for more than ten years and has traveled to Jiwei Continent, Fufeng Continent, Qi'er Continent and Beihan Continent. What disappoints him is that there are no rivals at the same level, except for Dongchui Continent, which is purely human territory.
, worried about not coming back.
Fang Bi sneered and said: "Old pig, can you still show off your old face? You have reached the fourth level of perfection, but you are still an old monster who has stayed at the perfection level for nearly a hundred years. You have been trained to perfection in body training, and you have released the shackles of blood. Your strength has skyrocketed. In addition to
Who can break through your layer of protection in a single fight at Level 5 or Level 4?"
Bi Yan rubbed his back against the rough tree trunk and cursed with a smile: "Old man Fang, you are itchy now. Don't think that the young master is in seclusion. No one in the mountain gate can cure you."
Old God Fang Bi no longer cares about the threat of Old Pig.
He has a territory of three thousand miles, and he can come and go freely. If the old pig wants to compete with him in speed, he can't even grow four legs.
Jing Ling murmured: "The next life is too difficult, live in the present."
Bi Yan had a look of shame on his face and sighed: "When can I ask Yuan Hou for advice in person? It will be a waste of my life."
That day, Ying'er and Xu'er were returning from a poetry club and banquet. They were walking in the bustling world, nodding and smiling at the neighbors who called "Mr. Chen". The sun was setting in the west and the sky was dyed with clouds.
Going in and out of the city and the human world, you are contaminated by the fireworks of life.
"Wait until I ask the young master to borrow the hub of the Shanmen Formation and see if he talks back."
Quickly, I have deliberately restrained my cultivation, eliminated the flashy edge, and returned to a special plainness, which is different from ordinary people.
The two of them hurried back to the shop and closed the door. Shi Ying took Shi Ying directly to the foot of the mountain to watch the moon. In a flash, he appeared in a courtyard in front of the top of the mountain. He opened the door and walked straight in. No male Taoist in gray could hear him.
The sound is busy.
Mortal City stayed there for more than seventy years. It changed two locations along the way, and the name of the shop still changed.
"Oh, how's it going? Did you win?"
Fang Bi chuckled and said, "He's going to talk to this handsome snake at the top of the mountain, just to keep him." The old pig choked and groaned, but he had no choice but to say, "He's heard about it, little Jiwei."
Lu Luofenpo, this little demon named Yuan Hou, went to Dongchui Xiaolu in the next few days to fight with two low-level gods from Donglangmen."
A high and sad tone sounded outside the room.
"You... are here."
A small white bell hanging in the connecting hall of the Moon Viewing Temple suddenly started ringing in the wind.
Ying'er sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to hold his thin old hand, and felt a common sadness in his heart. I haven't practiced for a long time and my heart has been ups and downs, and said: "May he be blessed with beauty in the next life. It will be through suffering and suffering."
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"You come and see him off."
Xu'er waved and asked the less panicked Taoist boy to go out. Xu'er often came here. Since Han'er passed away a few years later, you specially bought a poor orphan from the mountain and sent it down the mountain to take care of Sister Chen Mou's daily life.
"Yuan Hou Da Yao defeated seven against one, but they both won, and Yan Weisong and another old guy were beaten to shame. According to the news sent back by Shen Xing, Yuan Hou Da Yao won a fairy seed, and he will challenge them later. I turned into a god and used my skills lowly, and someone started sparring with me."
Suddenly he stood up, and the mirror spirit "saw" a thin ghost wandering past. There was no special spirituality in the ghost's body, and it created some mysterious resonance with you, making you surprised and rolling with laughter.
"I don't have a thousand knots in my heart...I hope there will be no afterlife."
"It's so difficult to advance to the seventh level."
A petite figure that you can see bumps into the white clock one by one.
Xu'er suddenly felt nothing. She turned around and looked at the mountain in the southeast direction. After a moment of silence, she took the young master's hand and said loudly: "Sister Chen Mou, I'm afraid it's done."
"Clang, clang, clang!"
Xu'er is willing to hide your beautiful face. You are still young and energetic, like a pearl outside the dust, becoming darker and brighter, and your cultivation is declining.
"You will find a place after wearing iron shoes, but it takes a lot of hard work to get there. Finally, you have waited for it."
I just returned from crossing the sea from the remote Beihan Continent. The information is very good. I have never heard of such a trivial matter.
Bi Yan also rubbed against the tree, appeared next to Old Man Fang, knelt down and asked tightly.
Chen Mou read loudly, his voice gradually became quieter and louder, and the room fell into a long silence.
On weekdays, I take Xuerli out for shopping, playing, drinking, etc., showing the air of a low-class young man.
Watching the moon and watching the Shangkun Dao, I heard the sound of the death knell. One by one, I put down the things at hand and came to the back of the small hall. When I was young, I knew that the oldest Taoist priest in the Taoist temple had passed away. With the temple owner following, I walked towards the front mountain.
Fang Bi glanced at the old pig who was about to reveal his true form. The leaves were rustling up and he said: "Others are doing the same thing, but the young master chooses to practice like this, so he is the same. The elder Taixia is smarter than him. , I’m all worried, how can he take it easy?”
Bi Yan shook his head again and said, "Do you know how many punches you can take?"
"You can only live with your words. If I lie here and don't move, I will lose if you catch me."
If you want to show him how powerful you are, you have to catch him first.
"Let him go up, you won't be there to take care of him."
The mirror spirit was so happy that it rolled around on the eaves.
Fang Bi smiled and said: "When he advances to the seventh level, he will come down to have a spar, right?"
In recent decades, whenever no one dies in a Taoist temple, it is the spirit of the mirror that sounds the death knell, and the Taoist priests are all surprised.
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Bi Yan continued to rub his back against the tree trunk, until I wanted to stop, and said: "He said that the young master spends all day in seclusion and practice hard, and he also goes out and about to practice. If he wants to break through and advance to the Nascent Soul, is that possible?"
Ying'er thought silently in his heart: There are not thousands of knots in my heart, but the knots are tied to your thoughts.
Shi Ying said in a deep voice: "Go back to your residence first."
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The mirror spirit emits a trace of visible aura, which wraps around the body of the dead soul. Together with this ray of spirituality, the soul is allowed to drift to see elsewhere.
Happy, empty, and confused, my heart seemed to have somewhere to rest. The emotion came too suddenly. I took a deep breath and recited the scriptures on salvation and rebirth in a loud voice.
"Haha, it feels uncomfortable! It feels so uncomfortable!"
"That's settled. You will be reincarnated and will eventually come back to watch the moon. That's destiny."
Xu'er has burst into tears. No matter how little you have experienced, you still have forgotten every bit of your time in Danyangfang. Chen Mou treats you like a sister and a mother, which makes you feel cool during this dark period.
After ringing the death knell, Jing Ling lay under the eaves, crossed his legs and recited: "Ask what love is in the world...ah, what do you know about human love and love? The world is really bad, some people say say."
Bi Yan rolled his eyes and said, "It's very interesting to chat with him."
Perseverance, Ying'er's calligraphy and painting have not yet become famous, I also dress up as a middle-aged man, and the people outside the shop are all scholars, rich people, officials, etc., drinking and talking about poetry, and there are white men coming and going.
As the grass and trees grow in autumn, so does life.
You study the Tao of Talismans intensively and often return to Xuandu Temple to study and seek advice.
That was the content under the note that Shi Ying sent me from Tuo Xuer when she was leaving.
Under the bed in his bedroom, the old Chen Mou was on his deathbed. When he saw the young master and Xu'er suddenly retreating from the door, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
After all these years, I have been used to seeing birth, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows in the human world, and my voice still trembles slightly.