Legend of the Cultivation God

"The third thing~" Yun Tengyu said, "Before dying, the old man looks back on the past, the old man does not regret because he is ignorant of the age, nor is he ashamed because he is inactive! The old man is deeply useless for his own cultivation. I regret it for more secular people, etc. Xiao Hua, who doesn’t know where to come... It’s quite reasonable! You wait... Since today, you should make a wide-ranging condensate, for the city... ...and even all the dry secular people in my country are waiting for the rain. This is the last life of this head, you have to wait for it!"

"Yes, the disciples and others have done their best to complete the legacy of the masters!" Yun Qingyu and others shed tears.

"Well, this head is going to go..." Xiao Hua stood up and said, "This head has long left a quiet place for yourself..."

Not waiting for Xiao Hua to finish, Yun Qingyu hurriedly said: "The head of the brother, the younger brother has the last question..."

"Oh, let's talk about it!" Xiao Hua stopped his body shape and had some drums in his heart. After all, he was asking about the soul of Yun Tengyu. He was not too familiar with Yunxiaozong.

"How does the Fuzhou Jinhuashan Fujia send?" Yun Qingyu whispered, "The head of the brothers seems to be dissatisfied with the Lingshi they have smashed, and the head of the brothers are gone, my Yunzong and Jinhuashan There is no such thing as a family, let them go, or help them, and please ask the head of the division!"

"Fu Feng?" Xiao Hua a sigh, my heart was a little surprised and some of the guilty, the eyeballs turned around, "Clear rain in the cloud sects guard, clear and breeze to help them! After all... Jinhuashan Fujia The old man is old!"

"Yes. Disciples know!" Yun Qingyu and other three are all in the body.

"Well, you wait and follow me, just wait at the temple door!" Xiao Hua's figure is fluttering and ah, really similar to an invisible object. "The old man left alone, let the old man's yuan God, let the old man's body... dissipate between heaven and earth!"

Xiao Hua said, flying out of the hall, falling before the steps, slowly descending along the long steps. The figure is both a stalwart and there seems to be awkwardness. The whole cloud is filled with a solemn atmosphere! Yunqing, Yunqingyu and Yunqingfeng and other disciples couldn't help but cry and cry, Xiaohua's back is more blurred in their eyes!

"Well, this cloud is not a human being, it is quite sinister, and it is awkward. But the pressure of the head is still there!" Xiao Hua went far, and God swept it over. Keep up, when you are in your heart, take off the robe of Yun Tengyu and throw it in a stream. I will twist into the soil and go in the direction of Fanzhuang!

As for whether Yun Qingyu and others are looking for Yun Tengyu, whether they only see the robes of Yun Tengyu and doubts, it is not something that Xiao Hua has considered! Out of the Yunzong, Xiao Hua really does not see the disciples of Yunzong Zong in his eyes!

Wait until Xiao Hua flies to Fanzhuang. I am seeing the seed of Fan Zhuang, the patriarch of Fan Zhuang, who planted the seeds of rice and grass! A look of enthusiasm is far from being deserted and deadly in the past few days!

Xiao Hua’s thoughts were swept away, and Xue Xue had already noticed that the joy had already flown out.

Everyone knows that Xiao Hua is coming back, and they are all looking up. But see Xiao Hua and Xue Xue whisper a moment, will explore. More than a dozen condensate rains came out, and under the force of the force, they were all sprinkled. Sure enough, the brilliance of the blue water flashed. Under each brilliance, a thin layer of water of a dozen feet was generated immediately. Then it condenses into rain. Drip down!

"Thank you Xiaozhen!" The faces of the people showed a surprise color, regardless of the rain pouring, regardless of the gradual muddy between the fields, and fell to the ground!

Seeing everyone so happy, the heart is not feeling peaceful, the mouth is also smiling, it seems that all the previous life and death labor has paid off!

"Hey? This is..." Xiao Hua suddenly felt that he had something different in his body, and he hurriedly checked it, but when he saw the Buddha's fire, a little invisible gold wire became more and more clear!

Xiao Hua looked at the devout look of the people at the foot, and the grateful eyes. I don’t think it’s thoughtful: “Is this gold of the Buddha’s fire... Is it related to the gratitude of others? It seems that some of the most recent gold Silk is the poor road that emerged after saving the martial arts warriors!"

Immediately, Xiao Hua put the matter behind his head. He didn't want to pay any attention to save people. Especially these secular people knew that they couldn't help themselves. These gold wires... have better, nothing and nothing!

"Thank you for being really good!" Fan Yunxi trembled, his white beard trembled!

"The old man, this is what I should wait for the monks!" Xiao Hua hurriedly slammed it.

"If all the immortals are like Xiao Zhenren, I am waiting for the laity... not afraid of any famine..." Fan Yunxiao said with a tear.

"Oh!" Xiao Hua knows that she is incapable of pointing to the entire Xiaoyu continent and can only cope with it.

"Old age has already clarified all Fan disciples, worshipping Xiaozhen people daily, and passing the grace of Xiaozhen people to the future generations of Fan's family..." Fan Yunxiao said excitedly.

Xiao Hua smiled and waved his hand: "This will be said later, with this rain, the drought of Fan Zhuang's left should be resolved! Xiaomou will go to the side to see if there is a drought, but also solve it!"

"Yes, yes, it should be like this!" Fan Yunxiao lost his smile. "However, there is a miracle in the old age, I want to talk to Xiao Zhenren!"

"Well, the old man please tell me!" Xiao Hua smiled.

Fan Yunyi pointed his hand to a piece of ploughed road that had been planted before: "Where did the rice and grass that Xiaozhen had previously pulled out from? Where is Xiaozhen, can you give more?"

“Oh? Why?” Xiao Hua’s thoughts were swept, first strange, then wake up, it’s also a strange way. “Just what’s going on? Some rice has some seedlings, some still haven’t? Oh, no, these seeds don’t seem to have germination?"

"Yes? Is there no germination?" Fan Yunxiao frowned. "The old age thought it was still early. It turned out that they didn't sprout at all! It seems that the old guess is right!"

"How do you say this to the elderly?" Xiao Hua also frowned. The rice in his space was growing and seeing how the outside rice grows. He has only some vague impressions.

"Good to teach Xiaozhen people to know!" Fan Yunqi does not rely on old-fashioned and old-fashioned old-fashioned people. It is very respectful to say, "The old man is seventy-seven this year. He has lived in Fanzhuang for the rest of his life. The farthest is just Yucheng! Little old people don’t have much knowledge, but there are some doorways for serving crops!”

Xiao Hua’s mouth smiled and nodded slightly.

"My Fan Zhuang's rice and grass have always been growing very well when they are sensible. For many years, they have been fixed for a time to plant, fixed time to sprout, fixed time to head, fixed time mature, I wait for Fanzhuang The farmer is harvesting at a fixed time!" Fan Yunyi sighed with his own beard. "But now everything has changed..."

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