Legend of the Cultivation God

The ninth ninety-one chapter Xiaoya, the saint

A few days later, in a lush mountain range, Zhang Xiaohua and his dreams greeted the scenery while hurrying. He only listened to the dream and said: "I only thought that the mountain in the sacred religion is handsome. Now it seems that I am just a frog at the bottom of the well. Now, this great river and mountain, the scenery everywhere is very different, each has its own characteristics, each has its own magic, each place is no worse than the fragrant teaching!"

"No, that is the place where Dalin Temple is located. The whole mountain range may not be smaller than the scent of the sacred religion. The huge Yuanyuan Tower is not worse than the ruins!"

"Fortunately, now that my fragrant teaching portal has been opened, there will be opportunities to come out later. Maybe after the martial arts conference, we will discuss the errands with the teachers and take the mountains around us!"

Zhang Xiaohua caressed: "Exactly, that is called Swordsman! It is not like now, it will turn around in a few days!"

"I don't know what the name of this mountain is. Let's just walk away. If you want to come later, you will be in trouble!"

"That's not easy? Ask someone to ask!"

As I said, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly saw it. He looked at it from a distance, and when he saw it, he turned his head. Before she could see it clearly, there was a burst of weapons coming from there!

“Hey?” Zhang Xiaohua is even more strange, blurted out: “How is he here?”

"Who?" Dreaming of the shadows in the distance, said: "You can see it?"

"Well, yes, a familiar person, so it looks easy to tell!"

"You used to know on the rivers and lakes?" The dream was curious.

"Exactly, go and see, the person I know... seems to be unable to stand up!"

Said, the two are fast-moving and rushing along the mountain road.

Only half a cup of tea, the two came to the summit of the mountain, only to see the peak, there are dozens of people, armed with weapons, surrounded by two carriages, in front of the carriage, there is a big one The two, the small ones, probably five or six years old, with a small sword in their hands, are struggling with a small, young man who is about twenty years old, and the sword in his hand is casual. It’s obviously awkward to play!

Next to the big one, but the upper body was bare, showing the drums and arms, holding a simple knife in his hand, fighting with another tall and fat man, the man’s hand is also a knife, but this knife is more than usual. The knife was a lot thicker, and it was a lot wider. The two of them ran into one place and picked up Mars.

Zhang Xiaohua was on the mountain road and looked at it with the gods.

As early as in the foothills, he had already seen it. This man was a knife, but he relied on his arms and his strength. His opponent seemed to have the same heart. He only used his knife and did not take the opportunity to make a killing. So, he only dreamed. Go up the mountain road!

Sure enough, the man used his strength to shake the simple knife, and some of them were intolerant. He said: "Qu Zhigao, do you think it is interesting? Someone has already let you go hundreds of tricks, don’t you know, you are not a certain Home opponents? Why do you have to do unnecessary struggles?"

The one who made the simple knife was the busker who saved Zhang Xiaohua on the Luzhen Square in the early years, and the Danfang of his condensate bone was also obtained from the man named Qu Zhigao.

Naqu Zhigao said with anger: "I naturally know that it is not your enemy, but... you ruin my home and burn my house. Is it difficult for me to humble my knees and ask for mercy?"

"You guy, I really don't know how to be good. I just missed your prescription from Jingshanzhuang. I will give you a face and let you offer this prescription. The owner will persuade him again and again. Why are you? Can't you listen to it? Is it true that it is a loyalty to the ear?"

“呸” Qu Zhigao’s sputum was almost sprayed on the man’s face and shouted: “I don’t know how shame, Qu’s plaster is an ancestral tribute. Where can you change the silver from the Jingshan Village? Now it’s It’s bullying on my door, I... how can I give it to you?”

"Oh, Qu Zhigao, do you think that you are a dragon in Longshan, or a few years ago? You have gone to the rivers and lakes to sell art and sell plasters, and what are the highs? These ten silvers are also the kindness of the owner, if the meaning of a certain family Directly grab it!"

"Hey, if the predecessors of Qufu went early, they didn't leave the martial arts. I... I am afraid that Longshan can be afraid of you from Jingshanzhuang?"

"From the second, don't talk nonsense with him, take it straight down, the patience of the owner has come to an end!"

"Yes, the owner, this is the case!"

In the middle of the conversation, the man who is fighting with the child, the long sword in his hand is in a hurry. The child is in a panic, that is, he is being beaten by a small sword, and then it is extremely easy to be taken in his hand!

"Qu Zhigao, your son is already in my hands, are you stopping or not?"

When Qu Zhigao saw it, he sighed, throwing the knife to the ground, and was about to talk. Suddenly, he flew a yellow figure from a carriage and went straight to the face of the man who took the child. ......

Inside the Tianlongjiao, there was no one on the huge anomalous hall. Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps coming from outside the temple. When the door of the hall was reached, the footsteps stopped. After a while, it was not the slightest. The movement, a strange black figure appeared above the main hall, and then it was like flying, flying to the tall chair on the temple, then a voice came out from the fight: "What urgent matter? Want to disturb the practice of this religion?"

A few light steps in the "噌噌", a woman came forward, Shi Lidao: "And the emperor released the heavens, the small found the fall of the saint!"

"What?" The emperor Shi Tian was a little out of order. He immediately stood up from the seat and called: "Where is Xiaoya?"

"The priest, the saint is now in the Dalin Temple..."

"What? Is the vulture of Dalin Temple? They dare to marry the goddess of my gods. Come..."

"Adults are angry, and adults are angry." The woman quickly said: "The saint is not imprisoned by Dalin Temple, but...but as the messenger of the fragrant religion, send invitations to Dalin Temple!"

“Invitation? Is it the same as the disciple who taught me to send invitations in the past few days?”

"Exactly, the Virgin is the messenger of the fragrant sacred religion. I went to the Dalin Temple. I followed a young and light scented male disciple. I heard from the Dalin Temple that the male disciple was called Ren Xiaoyao. The only guardian disciple of the sect?"

"Ren Xiaoyao? The only law-protecting disciple??" The emperor’s eyes are loose, sitting in a chair, and wondering: "When the fragrant cult is a time, there is a disciplinary guardian? Isn’t this a sing with the Dalin Temple? How's it going?"

"Hey adults, the saints seem to have lost their memory. They don't remember the old things at all. Even if we are in the Dalin Temple's fine work, we will use the secret temptations in the teachings. The saints have no reaction! Of course, maybe the saints have Other arrangements, this subordinate will not be known."

"Details? How does the masterpiece of Dalin Temple know the face of the saint?"

"Adults are angry," the woman was very scared and whispered: "Isn't the last adult to be subordinated? The portraits of the saints are passed out, and the adults are relieved. There are countless people in the heart. The image of the saint is absolutely It won't be rumored! And...and they don't know who the people in the image are!"

"Well," the emperor said, "Is it true that the saint is now turning the scent?"

"No~" The woman’s face showed a strange look and said: "The saints have gone out of Dalin Temple and went in the other direction. However, the disciples have sent people in the past, but they are afraid of affecting the things of the saints. Dare to be close..."

"Well, the notice goes on, the teaching goes to the sacred religion!"

"Is the adult going to the Wulin Conference?" The woman was surprised: "Isn't the adult of Kaloulou had already set off a few days ago?"

But then, the woman is awake and swears: "The martyrdom is the main law, and this is the arrangement!"

Inside the fragrant incense, on the peak of the fragrant incense, in a quiet room, the quiet teacher is sitting on the chair too, and Xue Zhenshi is sitting on the head with the same expression.

"The priests and the disciples have sent back the invitations. The peacocks and Swifts have not returned yet, but there are news... Only Zixia and Ren Xiaoyao... Since entering the Dalin Temple, there is no news. Have you seen it?"

"Nothing... I have to go to Dalin Temple to have some other things. It is estimated that I was kept by Changsheng and others... and Dalin Temple is far away from my fragrant teaching. I am afraid that the news will be delayed for some time. Right, Huichun Valley's immortal people... Any news?"

"The priest, no, you know, the people of Xiandao are high and high. If you don't deliberately let people know, who can see it? The people of this fairy do not know how long they have lived on the rivers and lakes. The subordinate estimate is that even Tianlong teaches that he may not know that his old man... suddenly added to Chungu’s eyes, it is strange."

"Is the people of Immortality pure and unwilling to ignore the red dust?"

"The subordinates don't dare to guess, the master of the church is also a sect of the immortal, and there is no such feeling under the subordinate!"

"Oh, that is the cultivation of the teaching is still shallow. Listen to the disciple's communication. The person of the fairy road can fly as high as the mountain. This is estimated to be the legendary technique of the wind. The teaching can only be floating now. It’s still a far cry, the light body exercises are like this, and the others don’t have to say it!”

"But... there are still some ideas under the subordinates. I don't know... I don't know if I don't talk about it!"

"Oh, you, my sister and sister, although you did not participate in the selection, you did not take charge of a temple, but ... you pass on the fragrant teaching for me to be great, others do not know, this teaching still knows? But it doesn't matter!"

"Thank you to teach the Lord, Ming Jian, the liver and brain are all happy!"

"It doesn't have to be this, it's all about the foundation of the fragrant religion, for the sake of my scented peak!"

"It is like this. The teacher is an adult. As the saying goes, there is no wind and no waves. The people of the fairy road are not present. How did Zixia appear after Mo Xicheng? Although there is no necessary connection, but... ...there are still some doubts!"

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