Legend of the Cultivation God

"Oh... thank you Mr. Jiang!" Looking at the lotus light from the air, the woman hurriedly grabbed it and smiled. "The slaves want to put Mr.'s treasure in the house! The slaves are not willing to let it flow in the stream." Among them..."

The woman’s emotions are obviously very rich, and the expression is also naked, but Mr. Jiang smiled and said: “I hope the girl has a wonderful Mid-Autumn Festival anyway!”

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang..." For a time, many men and women were clamoring for this, and they wanted Mr. Jiang to focus on their lotus lights.

"Ha ha ha... Thank you all for your support. Jiang is just one of the ordinary people in the college. There are so many teachers and brothers in Jiang. The repair of each person is not inferior to Jiang. You can rest assured!" Mr. Jiang laughed and waved his hand. Many lotus lights came out of the crowd and landed in the pavilion, not only in front of Mr. Jiang, but also before the other students!

Xiao Hua and others are not too close to the pavilion, but when many lotus lights are flying, the bright lights still shine them out. Mr. Jiang looks like electricity, passes from four people and sees Xiao Jian. The robe did not feel a slight stop, flashing a strange look, but this look flashed away, and it was on the lotus lantern!

"Three classes of real life, morality is the root. 嗟 遘 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九 九The powerful voice of mourning came out one word at a time. Many students waved ink pens to focus on the lotus lanterns. Xiao Hua and others turned out from the pavilion. This garden is lively. But this lively belongs to the students, belongs to the villagers, but does not belong to them!

In addition to the pavilion that is closest to Xiao Hua, the rest of the garden, from time to time, the infuriating atmosphere of the sky, and even some splendid swords. This kind of vocal night, such a stunned night, even the Mid-Autumn Festival, even the days of a hundred ghosts and nights, fear that there is no need to fear that there are ghosts close to it?

Left the garden. Xiao Hua and others are led by Liu Yi. It was a few streets away, and the surrounding area gradually calmed down. Although there were some hanging lanterns, it was far from the previous noise. And these streets are already worn out. I even felt a bit desolate. The distance between the street and the street is getting longer and longer. There is also a river that is not particularly wide on the side of the street, but the river is filled with stinky water, and the air is filled with stench and piles of flies.

There is a small bridge in front. A number of well-dressed cockroaches were walking through the dirty pots from Xiao Hua’s front. Xiao Hua smiled, because he had already seen that there was a slightly deserted **** behind the bridge. There were some shacks on the left, and the stray-like stream on the left hand side surrounded the slope. The shacks turned around!

"This... is Xiluoling and Qiyangguan!" Xiaohua said in his heart, just when he was about to open his mouth, his brow was slightly wrinkled, but he saw him sweeping away, about ten feet from him. The place, two people dressed in black, quickly passed through the ruins, it is the use of light weight to run to the distance.

"Oh? These people...is it local?" Xiaohua’s thoughts only swept away. I don’t know why these people caused their own vigilance. I thought about the opening and asked, “Liu Yi, what can be in the copper column? Similar to the cloak to help organizations?"

"Yes!" Liu Yi replied without hesitation, "Black Wind Gate!"

"Oh? Isn't this the capital of the Copper Pillar? How can there be such a wicked person?" Xiao Hua took the mind and wondered.

Waiting for Liu Yi to open, Xiao Jian is cold and cold: "Good to teach the fairy to know, since ancient times this bureaucracy is a family! Not to mention the border, it will exist in the capital of any country!"

"Well..." Xiao Hua nodded slightly and pointed his hand. "Go, pass this bridge, the front is the seven-yang view!"

"Oh..." The monotonous horseshoe sounded on the quiet street, and the side of the lively copper pillar college, the garden where Xiaohua had just walked, a slightly dark place, seeing sweat on his forehead. Mr. Jiang is sitting there drinking tea and rest, the sound of the flying sword of "嗖", the flying sword that grows one inch and one inch falls in front of Mr. Jiang! Mr. Jiang frowned, looked around, and took a hand, the flying sword actually turned into a paper-made sword and stopped in his hands. After Mr. Jiang opened the paper, look at the things inside, look Unchanged, a sword light was born in the hands to smash the paper, and then grow up, faintly said: "Hundreds of ghosts, night, hundred ghosts night..."

Hearing the front is the seven-yang view, Xiao Jian took a picture of the horse underneath, the horse speeded up and stepped on the low bridge. At this time, the moon on the day did not rise, the bridge was in the night. Some are vague. When Xiao Jian came up to the bridge, it was discovered that the other side of the bridge was very low-lying, black and huge, and some of the lights flashed out slightly, which was completely different from what was seen before.

"Go there!" Xiao Hua refers to the left hand under the bridge. There is a faint brilliance, but it is not obvious.

"Hey, the Taoist Temple in the world is a family!" Xiao Jian sighed. "The capital of this copper pillar country is prosperous, but the Qiyang view and the Jiangchao view of Changsheng Town... nothing difference!"

Waiting for everyone to approach the dimly lit place, seeing a door blocked by a piece of dilapidated bricks, the door is about a mile wide, two feet to come high, but Xiao Jian looked at it and lost interest! Without him... In addition to being several times larger than the portal of Jiang Chaoguan, the portal of the entire Seven Yangguan is like someone who has moved the entire portal of Jiang Chaoguan! The paint on the door is dry, as if the scales of the river fish have been blown up, some are falling, some are hanging there, that is, the door that is open is also magical like the door of Jiang Chaoguan, slanting I am going to drop from the door shaft!

Of course, on both sides of the portal, two red and blue lanterns that are leaking and leaking, and the portal. Although the cleaning is very clean, the "seven-yang view", which is still cluttered, tells Xiao Jian that he is not dreaming of Changsheng Town. .

"Slow down, slow down..." Before Xiao Jian had just walked to the Seven Yang view, he heard an unusually kind voice before the door. Although the voice was old and hoar, it was so in the night sky and the wind. Clearly, "This good man is eating slowly, if not enough for a while..."

Xiao Jian had some incomprehensible look. Just before the Seven Yang view, it was a large iron pot. The hot pot was filled with steaming white porridge. Before the iron pot, it was the dozens of shackles that were dressed in shackles. These cockroaches were old and small, and there were even a few women carrying their babies on their backs! Without exception, these cockroaches fell on the porridge, licking their dry lips and swallowing without any disguise. A young man with a stain on his face looked sick. He had just taken a bowl of porridge. Regardless of the hot porridge, he took a sip and was inhaled. After the iron pot, a low-profile old man With a wooden spoon holding porridge in his hand, he hurried to the young man. Under the light, the smile of the old man was like the grandson who saw his heart.

Xiao Hua has already dismounted, walking behind Xiao Jian, his eyes are different from Xiao Jian, not falling on the porridge, but carefully looking at the old man. But seeing this old man is about sixty years old, his back is a little awkward, and the slightly wide robes are worn strictly on his body. This robes are not shiny under the light. It is obviously worn out. The old man is white and sparsely combed. Very neat, **** on the top of the head in a small crown. The old man is very mentally awkward, and some of the celestial winds look like. In the eyes of Xiao Hua, this old road is no different from ordinary people. There is not only any mana in the whole body, but there is no Taoist repair!

"There are good people..." The old-eyed eyes were removed from the young people, and some apologetically said, "This porridge has just been smashed. This is to wait for the cold, and then the poor road is taken out! But I am afraid that you are good. The Lord was hungry for a long time, and this time he hurried out! After everyone was full, it was a little cold and then eaten. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Why don’t there be too much in the poor road, but this porridge is still there. enough……"

"Thank you for your way..." These cockroaches said with anger, apparently really hungry. Some of them have heard the hoofs of Xiao Jian and others, and they look up to Xiao Jian and others...

The old ears don’t seem to be very good. I didn’t hear the sound of horseshoes. I still used my spoon to pick up a spoonful of porridge from the iron pan. The arm was a little trembling and entered another one. Out of the arm of the broken bowl...

"Oh?" Waiting for Xiao Jian to jump off immediately, the figure flashed from the eyes of the old road, and the old road found that someone came over. Turning around, it was just to see Xiao Jian’s robe. The old road’s eyes flashed joy, and the mouth rumored. “There is no way to honor, is the Taoist friend coming?”

"Under Xiao Jian, I have seen seniors!" Xiao Jian's palm was placed on his chest, very respectful gift.

"Don't dare, honesty is good, but it is a long time to be a predecessor!" The spoon in the old road did not put down, and also handed a gift, "Xiao Daoyou please wait, wait for the old way to give these porridge to these good owners. And then ask the Taoist friends to enter the view!"

"Daoshan predecessors please be busy first..." Xiao Jian had some nahans to look at the door behind the old road. He didn't understand it. The door to the seven-yang view is so big, how can he have some disciples? Is it difficult for this kind of good to be embarrassed than himself, not even an apprentice?

The old road naturally saw Xiao Hua and others behind Xiao Jian, but looked at a few people are young, thought it was Xiao Jian's disciple, it was a kind smile, but also gave a few porridge. However, for a moment, the old man’s arm is shaking even more. (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!