Legend of the Cultivation God

"Noisy, noisy!" Xiao Hua hurriedly laughed, "that is, because there is a cloud rain, the kid is used to practice!"

"Let's practice!" Li Zongbao's mood was so painful. His face was a bitter smile. "I used to take the Lingbao whip and other spiritual treasures. Now I am practicing the secret technique of the soul repair. This Xiaohua..."

Yes, Xiao Hua’s face is more and more embarrassing. It’s not a small monk that Li Zongbao saw in the past!

"That..." Wu Lao was a little stunned, his eyes swept away.

Zi Ming naturally understands what Wu Lao thought, not waiting for Wu Lao to say immediately to Xiao Hua Road: "Xiao Gongzi, I later want to make a deal with the son of the village, I don't know if the son can be interested?"

“Oh?” Xiao Hua’s eyes lit up and smiled. “When Xiao is all right, he likes to go shopping. I can always find some cheap. Hey, Xiaomou said more, I don’t know if Houzhai is going to be with Xiao. What kind of transaction?"

"Hey, is that still used to say?" Zi Ming said with a smile, "I just said that the son has already said that there is no cloud cloud and rain in the cloud? Now I am a mountain, it is a drought, this Isn't it just right for me to use Mengshan?"

"Oh, it turned out!" Xiao Hua was amazed, but the eyeball turned and asked, "I don't know what good things can be changed after the Tutu Village?"

"You can change it!" Zi Ming said with a smile. "I don't know what Xiao Gongzi wants?"

"What do you want?" Xiao Hua scratched his head.

"Xiao Xiaoyou, although it is said that if I don't have a backyard, the old man can look for the Witch King. This is the technique of cloud rain, even if the charm is important to my Mengshan!" Wu Lao laughed.

"What about the seed?" Xiao Hua smiled.

Seeing that Xiao Hua finally pointed out the most important things today. The old man is not surprised, a serious saying: "The sow is more important than the cloud and rain. It is the old man who must get it anyway! It is the old man who talks with Xiao Xiaoyou first!"

"Good!" Seeing that Wu Lao is straightforward, Xiao Hua is also a high-five, and he is full of Ji Mandao. "You can't do anything else. You must have a legacy of Ji Man's Confucianism and Xiao Mou's cloud rain. Exchange of skills!"

"Ah?? Confucianism inheritance??" All the people on the temple are stunned. Wu Lao and Ji Man have been calculating for a long time, all kinds of possibilities may have been thought of, but they did not expect. Xiao Hua actually wants the inheritance of Confucianism! ! !

"This...this is impossible!" Ji Man replied almost without thinking.

same. The old man’s face also showed a bitter smile. It’s very helpless to answer: “Xiao Xiaoyou, I’m behind the earthen house, it’s a monastic repair. You want something to choose from within the soul. You look for Confucianism. Is it not difficult for the old man to inherit the inheritance? Say it again. The inheritance of Confucianism...is the fate of Ji Mang. There is no relationship between me and Tujiazhai!"

Even Zi Ming did not understand Xiao Hua’s thoughts very much, and his eyes widened and looked at Xiao Hua strangely.

Xiao Hua also felt very embarrassed, and he said in his heart: "Crap. This is the post-Tuzai you let the young master choose! Xiaoye now chooses the inheritance of Confucianism, is it irrelevant to your witch village? It’s just that you don’t want to be embarrassed! Xiao’s thoughtfulness is to make you feel embarrassed?”

Xiao Hua is very accustomed to touch the nose and smiles: "This is so embarrassing for the witch! Then the younger generation did not say anything! Since the old man opened the conditions, obviously there is already a care. Then no It is necessary to play a dumb puzzle with the younger generation. Tell the younger generation directly!"

Wu Lao did not want to shake his head. He was really prepared, and he wanted to talk to Xiao Hua well. But he really didn't think that Xiao Hua's thoughts were so ridiculous. He was indeed forced to the end, thinking for a moment. The old man waved: "Since Xiao Xiaoyou is so straightforward, the old man is not hiding. In order to Xiao Xiaoyou's cloud and rain, the old man also took out the charm of my collection, exchanged with Xiaoyou. !"

"Oh?" Xiao Hua was happy, smiled. "What is that spell? What effect?"

"This..." The old face of Wu Lao was once again very rare. Whispered, "The role of this spell, the old man is not extremely clear?"

"Ah?" Xiao Hua stunned. "Wu old people don't know, then... how do the younger generation know?"

"This is the case!" Wu Lao said with a smile. "I have not returned to Chundan, but Xiao Xiaoyou has it! With the medicinal herbs that can make up the life, Xiaoyou tries to use this spell as much as possible!"

"Witch, old man, you think that Huichundan is so easy to refine? If so, how could Ziming not honor Xiaoji?" Xiaohua couldn't help but laugh. "Now the younger generation has no rejuvenation!"

Ji Man’s eyes jumped and did not say anything.

Wu Lao is smiling and said: "Xiao Zhenren has no way, I will have no way to wait!"

"Oh, Wu Lao, the younger generation does not understand!" Xiao Hua seems to be knocking on the side. "This spell is all you have in the mountains, even if the teacher of my Taoist priest does not understand, why is this spell now?" It’s so declining?”

When Wu Lao saw Xiao Hua for a moment, he saw Xiao Hua only mentioning the millet. Now he is asking about it, thinking that Xiao Hua is overweight, but he can’t help but answer, “I’m listening,” Xiao Xiaoyou has already seen Ke Wei, and I must know that he is relying on spells to repair the soul lights. He also knows that the spells are to be depleted! How many lives can you have in the world? How can these fats block? Again and again, cast a spell?"

"The question is, why does Mengshan have a spell? Are those soulless souls used?" Xiao Hua asked without hesitation.

"Hey, when you talk about this, the old man has to say some of my secrets of Mengshan!" Wu Lao looked at Ji Man, and some helplessly said, "Xiao Xiaoyou can know the blood of my twelve great gods?"

"Know some!" Xiao Hua nodded slightly.

"Actually, these spells are in the end, that is what I said by the 12 gods of Mengshan!!!" said Wu Laojiao respectfully. "The words of the twelve great gods, the export came true, really touched the changes of the heavens! And with the twelve The great gods are incarnate in the heavens and the earth. These words are controlled by the descendants of the blood of the twelve great gods. This is the spell! The words of the twelve great gods are naturally exclusive to the great gods. In fact, I can control the ordinary folks. I only have the legend of Mengshan. The body of the demigod can control these spells!"

"Half...the body of the half-death?" Xiao Hua once again looked at it, and some of his head was dizzy. He just wanted to bargain, but who knows that he has led to the body of the demigod!

"The body of the demigod is as famous as the **** of the gods!" Wu said calmly, "In addition to the **** of the gods, the body of the demigod cannot be owned, and the rest are undoubtedly with the great god!"

"Witch old! What is the body of this demigod? This godhead... What is it?" Xiao Hua smiled bitterly. He knew that the million-year-old Mengshan was passed down for a long time. He thought for years.

Wu Lao thought for a moment and asked: "Do Xiao Xiaoyou know the power of faith?"

"Ah? The power of faith?" Xiao Hua naturally has some impressions, but where can he admit it, directly denies it, "How can the younger generation know about your million rarity?"

"Actually... this is not what I said about Mengshan Spirit!" Wu Lao explained again, "Hey, simpler, the power of faith is the confidence of others in your respect, the worship of you and your right. Your prayer!"

"How about that?" Xiao Hua asked naturally.

"The power of these beliefs is so strong that it can be condensed into a real thing! This thing is a godhead!" Wu Lao said that there is some mystery. "The godhead is born by faith, and the great **** lives by faith! It is so!"

"I don't understand!" Xiao Hua is more straightforward.

Wu Lao did not pay attention to it, and went on to say: "The body of the demigod is those who have the same flesh as the twelve great gods, but have no gods and no power of faith!"

"Is there a godhead? Can the spell not consume the life?" Xiao Huaqi said.

"Do not rise to the godhead!" Wu Lao laughed. "As long as you have a body of demigod, you can use the spell to burn your life!"

"The younger generation seems to understand something! This... seems to be related to the blood!" Xiao Hua seemed to understand something, and then he asked very extremely naturally, "That... how does this semi-god body practice?"

"Cultivate?" Wu Laojiao's mouth is slightly tilted. It seems to be a bit disdainful. It is faint to say, "Dao Zong's monks have always used the essence of the heavens and the earth for their own use. They have always been opportunistic, thinking that they can pass the world by their own strength! The mystery of this heaven and earth is the power of manpower. The beauty of this world is what a cultivation can do? If everything can be cultivated, isn’t there a thousand gods in the mountains?”

Seeing that Wu Lao was so disdainful of the cultivation method of the Tao, it was similar to what was said by the previous son. Xiao Hua is also helpless. His cultivation is not as old as Wu, and naturally it is not easy to refute. This is the so-called difference between the two.

After thinking about it, Xiao Hua smiled and said: "The predecessors and the younger generations said so much, the younger generation can not refute, after all, the younger generation is still shallow. But since my Taoist system is so prosperous, it is naturally passed down from ancient times, not necessarily Where is the difference between the millions of Mengshan's soul repairs, as the saying goes, the law of the three thousand avenues may be the same as the avenue of the soul repair!"

"Oh, the old man did have some urgency!" Wu Lao smiled. "What do you do? You tell me where you know it! But now you are afraid that you have understood the power of the blood! I am Mengshan The ancestors used the body of this demigod to pass on the words of the twelve great gods! But now the blood of the twelve great gods is becoming shallower and thinner, and the body of the demigod has become a legend, and this spell becomes a legend!"

"Oh, since the body of this demigod can't be cultivated, then the old witch uses the spell to change the spell, isn't he wanting Xiaomou..." Xiao Hua smiled at Wu Lao. (To be continued.)