Legend of the Cultivation God

Chang Yu said, pointing his hand to a monk who was later than himself and others. As Chang Yu said, the monks put their hands on one hand and simply waited for the low-level monks of the countries to open, and flew to the distance. Anyone who waved his hand and gave birth to a strong wind directly blown those low-ranking monks down.

Xiao Hua didn't help but touch his forehead and smiled: "Xiao is not soft, but looking at the same disciple, how can you have a good feeling!"

“Ha ha...” Putian Xin’s rare laughter, watching Xiaohua Road with great interest, “Xiao Daoyou is not a soft heart? These so-called Taoist monks, although draped in the coat of my monk, can be Confucian Repairing the heart! Even they are the roads that the Confucianism cultivates in the country!"

"Or... maybe!" Xiaohua smiled. In fact, it is said that the monk is a monk. Even if there are several Confucian scholars who have come to smile with a smile, Xiaohua’s temper may not be rejected, but it is more A few of the tokens, listening to a few nonsense in the air, and raising their hands.

Between the words, the following several monks and spurs crossed the many tents and barracks and flew into Yaotai Mountain. The low-ranking monks who recruited the priests did not see any dejection. They seemed to complete the mission and flew back to their respective Within the barracks. On the side of a small tent that everyone fell down, another man in armor looked at Xiaohua in an incredible way. He was hesitant and puzzled. He seemed to know Xiaohua and thought about it in the past. Look like it.

Zhu Cheng’s thoughts are different from others. He smiled and said: “I am waiting for the Jin Dan monks to come. The nationals sent low-level disciples to come and talk. If there are Yuan Ying’s predecessors, the national leaders will estimate Come in person?"

Chang Yu waved his hand and gestured to Xiao Hua and others to fly with himself. On the other hand, he said: "If all the friends are Yuan Ying predecessors, they will be disappointed. Yuan Ying’s predecessors can come here, and they must have planned. It is unlikely that they will be moved by these lords. And if these owners are really likely to ask Yuan Ying’s predecessors to be national teachers, then they will have to wait until the Yaotai meeting."

Flying over the stretch of tents, it is close to Yaotai Mountain. Can be in the naked eye. The sight of Yaotai Mountain has changed again. Previously, the bluestone mountain began to be clear, and the various scenery on the mountain was quite eye-catching, or it was easy to cedar, or a small waterfall. Or mountain roads. Even some savage beasts are jumping in the mountains. Can fly again for a while. The scenes of all this are gradually blurred, and layers of clouds begin to emerge in the air, to the end. The entire Yaotai Mountain was blocked by a layer of clouds. Even after the Yaotai Mountain, the mountain range was connected with the entire sky. The shadows were covered by the clouds. It was said that the naked eye looked like a wave of water, that is, the gods swept out. They were all bounced back by this cloud, and they could not see the fundamental features of Yaotai Mountain.

"Does Confucianism's handwriting so big? Actually, will the entire Yaotai Mountain Range be laid for tens of thousands of miles?" Xiaohua was a bit stunned, but I thought it would be clear that this Yaotai meeting would not know how many years it was held, even It’s a few times, and it’s all over the years!

Looking at the pressure of the clouds, Yaotai Mountain only reveals a large piece of the foot of the mountain. There are some palaces and some caves above the mountains. Some of them are flashing above the palace, and some are faint on the palace. The cave is also like this. Occasionally, monks fly out of the cave. These monks either go to the nearby palace or fly to a large plain below the foot of the mountain. On top of this plain, it is a densely populated pavilion.

These pavilions are exactly the same square shape, which looks plain and unobtrusive, but the pavilions are all built with bluestone and have windows and doors. Similarly, these pavilions have some brilliance of bluestone, and the runes of the roads flash in Guanghua. Some are dull. Some common visible woods were planted between the pavilions, some with flowers and some with fruit, and the fragrance of one strand came.

"Xiao Daoyou..." Chang Yu looked at Xiao Hua and looked up at the clouds. He didn't care about the attic and the palace. He whispered, "I am looking for a suitable quiet room. You see me waiting to live together." Or is it a separate retreat? Oh, the palaces above the mountains are reserved for the Yuan Ying predecessors. These styled pavilions and the quiet rooms in the caves are reserved for other monks, but where there is no Guanghua. No one, I can wait for it to choose."

"Oh..." Xiao Hua nodded and took his eyes back from the clouds to see what was like an endless pavilion. He said, "How do you think about regular friends?"

"The poor road feels that since I am coming together, I have to help each other after ten days, if I live together, if there is any change, there is also a kind of care..." Chang Yu looks at the eager eyes of Zhu Cheng And still some absent-minded Putian Xin opened the road.

"Okay, it is said by the regular friends!" Xiao Hua himself did not have any special retreat, but he nodded, but he waited for Chang Yu to talk again, but he heard a tsunami sound behind him. A huge tide was shot from far and near!

"Ah?" Chang Yu was shocked. He hurriedly turned his head and saw the high altitude in the distance. It really revealed a layer of blue waves. There were a few miles, and Chang Yu was shocked. "What is going on?"

"Nothing special, you take a closer look..." Xiao Hua brows, it is a calm answer. Xiao Hua had already released the thoughts of God. At this time, there were also many strong or weak gods that were swept out from all parts of Yaotai Mountain.

The blue waves are like the waves, but they are between the counts and the numbers, and they have already rushed into the eyes of everyone. But see a huge sea boat on the blue water coming with the light. There are more than a dozen huge sea turtles around the sea boat. The turtles are more or less occupied by the boys in the robes. These boys are holding them in their hands. The flag of the blue light is shining, and the flag swells on the turtle's carapace. This water color is a magnificent blue wave. The sea boat itself also emits blue light, which is combined with the blue waves of the turtle, like a sea boat drifting above the sea.

Not only that, there are nine dragons in front of the bow of the sea. Each dragon has a size of more than ten feet. Each of them sprays blue water and pulls the sea boat toward Xiao Hua and others. Fly!

"Grandma's, this...what is this predecessor?" Zhu Chengli saw the sea boat's momentum, and he shouted. "Do people with such ceremonies still need to participate in the Yaotai meeting?"

The sea boat was near, and a brilliance was born. The same monk who was riding a boat seemed to be sent to the Yaotai meeting. However, the sea boat was splashed with water, and the monk could not fly back. Close to the sea boat.

"Hey, who are you? Actually dare to rush to the Yuanqing real people?" From the turtle closest to the monk, a boy screamed.

The poor monk finally stood firm on the flying boat. Some of the screaming screams: "The next is to send the real people to Yaotai's meeting!"

"Get it!" The boy stretched his hand.

"Yes..." The monk looked at the people above the turtles, and the people who couldn’t see above the sea boat. He seemed to want to ask a few people, but he muttered a few words and said nothing. A token, waiting for him to send out, the boy was impatient to grab a hand, the tokens fell out of the hands of the boy, the boy did not say, urging the body to chase the Shanghai turtle.

“Hey...” Zhu Cheng’s calendar is awkward, “Yuan Ying’s predecessors are really amazing!”

"Hey, look at the people who want to recruit Taoist monks to do this!" Putian Xin was interested to look at the tent that seemed to be more than the pavilion behind him, said with a smile.

It is a pity that Putian Xin is still disappointed. The low-level Taoist monks who have just danced like butterflies are now shrinking into the tents. I don’t see how they appear.

"Yuanqing Daoyou? How do you think about it?" At this moment, a silvery rainbow crossed through the air, and a young ruddy man with a ruddy hand held a dust in the air.

"Hey? Hong Songzi, how come you?" A sound that sounded very sharp was uploaded from the sea boat, followed by the same clear water from the sea boat, a monk with a long white eyebrow on his face. The blue robe appeared on the water.

"Hong Songzi, this predecessor is Hong Songzi??" Chang Yu heard it next to him, and his face showed a surprise. It seems that he has been admiring this Hongsongzi for a long time, similar to Chang Yu, Zhu Chengli. The face also showed an ecstasy, only to see him pull the robes next to Putian Xin, the repressed excitement, whispered, "Hey, friends, this... this predecessor is the Yuanqing real person?? Really incredible, Zhumou I can actually see his old man here."

Putian Xin is certainly some of the high, the face does not care, but the eyes are also looking at the high places where two Yuan Ying monks whisper.

“Is these two friends very famous?” Xiao Hua asked with interest.

"Of course!" Chang Yu said very proudly. "This Hong Songzi is the monk of Yunmeng Cave in Qingzhou. It was already a Yuan Ying strength for more than a thousand years. Now... I am afraid that I have already reached the fourth product of Yuanli. It is one of the famous Daomen monks in Qingzhou."

“One?” Xiao Hua smiled and asked, “There must be others. I’m sorry for Xiao’s ignorance. I don’t know who these friends are.”

"Of course, the phoenix fairy in the volcanic ridge, the Shuo Jingong in Jinyu Valley, the Qiping real person in Ling Yuguo, the Yunmeng Xiangu in the new world, and so on, are the Yuanying monks who are the same as Hongsongzi's predecessors." Chang Yu Almost every one of them comes together.

"Volcanic ridge? Jinyu Valley??" Xiao Hua frowned. "These are a few Yuan Yingdao friends... Don't you have to be a national teacher?" (To be continued...)