reborn as a wolf

Chapter 75: Stealing the Golden Elixir (2)

Before the golden elixir, Yuanyang cannot be released.

These words were words warned to Tang Hui by a monk at the peak of Jiuhua Mountain's Bibotan Jindan. Throughout the life of Song Zhiming, a disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect before he broke through the realm and ascended, he had never leaked Yuanyang.

To put it bluntly, it is the rhythm of an old virgin.

This is what Tang Hui has been suppressing for a long time. It is no more than an addiction. Unless there is a combination of dual cultivation techniques at the earth level and even the heavens, in the face of the pursuit of immortality and enlightenment, all thoughts are false, and they are not as good as the Buddha.

The four elements of the family are all empty, which coincides with each other.

Tang Hui did not stay away from the VIP Building, but climbed onto the roof of the VIP Building, stepped on the glazed tiles, raised his head slightly at 45 degrees, looked at the vast bright moon in the sky, and said with emotion: "Life is really as lonely as snow.

"

The moonlight is intoxicating.

At this time, there was a faint sound of pipa playing in a trance, low and soft, like the whispers between lovers, whispering in the ears.

Tang Hui raised the corner of his mouth. His Taoist heart, which was originally full of desire and restless, actually drifted away in the wind amid the weeping sound of the pipa. Following the source of the sound, Tang Hui walked through the air, growing lotuses every step of the way.

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After walking for about a stick of incense, we were getting closer and closer to the source of the sound, but were stopped by two law enforcement disciples of the Medicine God Sect wearing black robes who came with swords. One of them bowed slightly and clasped his fists and said: "Senior Song

, Ahead is the forbidden area of ​​Yaoshen Sect, please stop."

"Forbidden area?"

Tang Hui touched his chin and said in a waning tone: "Who plays the pipa in the middle of the night and disturbs people's dreams?"

"this……"

The two black-robed deacons hesitated and stopped talking.

At this time, the sound of the pipa suddenly stopped, and a soft voice came out, like the sound of nature, saying: "The visitor is a guest. Since there are distinguished guests visiting late at night, please leave."

"yes."

The two black-robed deacons responded respectfully, and then one of them said to Tang Hui: "Senior Song, since my master invites you, please come in."

Owner?

It was the first time that Tang Hui heard the black-robed deacon of the Yaoshen Sect call someone master. According to common sense, even if he is the head of the Yaoshen Sect, the black-robed deacon can at most call him the master with respect, but he will not call him master.

In terms of title, you must know that every cultivator who cultivates immortality and enlightenment uses his own heart to realize the heavenly heart. How can he willingly serve others as his master?

There was something strange about this matter, and Tang Hui moved forward cautiously, walking on thin ice.

After walking for about two or three miles, I saw an independent small courtyard that was incompatible with the layout of Yaowang Valley. It was surrounded by a fence. The fence was covered with green vegetables and fruits. Inside the fenced courtyard was a thatched house.

In front of the house, a woman in white clothes, white boots and white socks, with white hair tied with a white ribbon, and a white gauze covering her face, only revealing a pair of bright and charming eyes, stood in front of the door holding a pipa in her arms.

Like a fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, she stands tall and graceful.

For a moment, Tang Hui looked a little crazy, feeling that he had offended the beauty by visiting her late at night.

When he was sizing up the woman, the man was also sizing him up. Neither of them spoke first. The woman whose face was covered with white gauze continued to caress the pipa, but the sound of the pipa was no longer a cry of resentment.

The sound of the spring water making big and small beads fall onto the jade plate.

Tang Hui sat cross-legged and listened to the sound of the pipa, as if he saw the gurgling and trickling water.

The sound of the pipa is sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes sweet, sometimes sad.

It unfolds slowly like a beautiful scroll, it may be bright, dim, or elegant; it may also be like drinking alcohol, which may be fragrant, strong, or mellow.

This melody will definitely linger around the beam for three days, and the lingering sound will not stop.

Tang Hui was trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself.

The sound of the pipa gradually ended, but Tang Hui still sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, completely forgetting himself, and actually entered a mysterious and mysterious state of enlightenment. The woman in white did not disturb him, but waited quietly aside.

God makes it clear, and God makes it clear.

On the ground within the consciousness of the Lingtai, the Great Dao text originally transcribed by Tang Hui's soul and preached by Hongjun Taoist Zixiao Palace actually shimmered with bursts of dazzling golden light. The sky splashed, golden lotuses surged from the ground, and various visions appeared.

The two petals that sprouted from the fragment of the jade dish the size of a fingernail actually grew vigorously at a speed visible to the naked eye at this time. They grew from two petals to twelve petals, and a flower bud the size of a broad bean bloomed in the center.

, in bud.

Tang Hui's soul, which was flickering due to a severe loss of mental power, actually stabilized, and then slowly shrunk to the size of the tip of his little finger. He sat cross-legged on a flower bone the size of a broad bean, absorbing the energy of creation emitted by the flower bone, and participating in creation.

The five uncles who entered the state of transformation after devouring the flesh and blood of the immortal clones unexpectedly woke up at the same time, with two small antlers sprouting from their foreheads. They breathed in and out of the air of creation escaping from the flower bones, and transformed from the dragon into a dragon.

…

The white color gradually appeared in the east, but Tang Hui still didn't wake up. The woman in white frowned slightly, then ignored Tang Hui who was sitting cross-legged in the fenced yard, and entered the thatched house by herself.

Anping Tang Yan, who hadn't slept all night in the VIP building, was so anxious. The master didn't come back all night, so he wouldn't have gone to the busty woman's room and slept all night, right?

Tang Yanshe stood up on her hands and knees and sneaked into Ye Yingxiu's room next door. The door was open, and there was no figure of Ye Yingxiu in the room at all.

Tang Yan quickly called the maid to ask, but the maid didn't know Tang Hui's whereabouts. Then she asked about the busty woman's whereabouts. The maid said that Miss Ye was practicing swordsmanship in the bamboo forest.

Sword training?

What kind of swordsmanship does that big-breasted woman practice so early in the morning? How can she know any swordsmanship? Why not practice somewhere else, why not go to a bamboo forest?

Could it be that the master is teaching her how to practice swordsmanship?

Tang Yan tidied her clothes and asked the maid to lead the way to the bamboo forest to see what kind of sword that busty woman was practicing.

In the bamboo forest, Ye Yingxiu held up a bamboo sword with both hands flat, and kept the action of straightening the sword without moving at all.

Tang Yan squatted aside boredly, looking at Ye Yingxiu standing there dumbly and motionless, as motionless as a wooden man. What kind of swordsmanship was he practicing?

"Hey, busty woman, have you seen where the master has gone?" Tang Yan looked around and still couldn't see the master, so she shouted to Ye Yingxiu.

Ye Yingxiu remained silent, staring intently at the tip of the bamboo sword.

"I'm talking to you." Tang Yan ran up to Ye Yingxiu angrily, made a face and said, "Are you mute?"

Ye Yingxiu remained silent and motionless.

"Yo ho."

Tang Yan suddenly became angry. She had always been unhappy with Ye Yingxiu, but the key point was the pair of big winter melons on her chest. She was at the third level of Qi training, and this busty woman was only at the first level, which was two levels higher.

, it is not easy to deal with her.

In addition, she has a purple sword given to her by her master that can cut iron like clay, while Ye Yingxiu only has a bamboo sword in her hand. Which one is better and which one is worse can be known at a glance.

"Ignore me, right? Okay, okay." Tang Yan reached out and grabbed Ye Yingxiu's big breasts. She hated the pair of big winter melons on Ye Yingxiu's chest the most.

Ye Yingxiu moved a step to the left, already dripping with sweat, and said angrily: "Tang Yan, what are you doing?"

Tang Yan rolled her eyes at Ye Yingxiu and sneered: "So you can move. I thought you were immobilized by someone. Why is it that today, a lady like you started practicing sword practice? The sun is out in the west?"

"You don't have to worry about it." Ye Yingxiu was interrupted by Tang Yan from sword practice, but she didn't have a good look on her and said tepidly: "I don't need to report to you what I do."

"That's right." Tang Yan nodded, with a sarcastic smile on her lips, and said, "Ye Yingxiu, shouldn't I call you Master's Wife in some time?"

Ye Yingxiu took out a handkerchief from her waist, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said, "You can call me whatever you want. Anyway, don't disturb my sword practice now."

"Sword practice?" Tang Yan sneered and said: "Standing there motionless, like a wooden stake, is this also called sword practice?"

Ye Yingxiu was indifferent to Tang Yan's ridicule and said: "How I practice swordsmanship is my business. I will tell you one last time. How you want to practice swordsmanship is your business, but please don't disturb my swordsmanship practice.

Otherwise I..."

Before Ye Yingxiu finished speaking, she was interrupted by Tang Yan. Tang Yan reached out and pulled out the purple sword on her back and said: "What else? Do you want to sign with me or tell the master?"

"Huh, master is not willing to beat me. It's useless for you to complain." Tang Yan added.

"If you sign, you will sign."

As Ye Yingxiu said this, she clenched the bamboo sword in her hand, straightened the sword and stabbed. It was the simplest sword move that she had practiced hundreds or even thousands of times in the past few days - stabbing.

The tip of the bamboo sword was pointed directly at Tang Yan's throat. Tang Yan did not dare to move, and then said: "You are so stupid, you clearly haven't called start yet."

Ye Yingxiu sneered, slowly took back the bamboo sword, and said: "If I were your enemy, would I tell you in advance? Or should I wait until you are ready before I draw the sword?"

Tang Yan remained silent.

Ye Yingxiu continued: "I might as well tell you that the reason why I practice swordsmanship is because I don't want to be a burden and encumbrance to him. I don't want to help him in times of crisis, but at least I have to be able to protect myself and not distract him.

.And you, in times of crisis, will only shout words like 'Master, Master'."

"If you regard me, Ye Yingxiu, as a vase for decoration, you are totally wrong. Well, I won't tell you anymore. If you want to play and make trouble, go to other places to play and make trouble. Don't do it here.

This disturbs my sword practice."

Tang Yan trembled slightly, not even holding the purple sword in her hand, and fell to the ground.

Ask yourself, although I hate the woman in front of me, what she said does make some sense. In the few months I have followed the master, I have indeed been acting as a burden to the master. On the shore of the Bibo Pond of Jiuhua Mountain, am I not just one side?

Are you running for your life while shouting for master?

"sorry."

This was the first time Tang Yan apologized to someone, and it was also the first time she apologized to someone she hated. Letting tears of grievance burst into her eyes, Tang Yan bent down, grabbed the purple sword on the ground, and ran away crying.

Looking at Tang Yan's slightly raised shoulders, Ye Yingxiu sighed softly. Wasn't what she just said a bit harsh? She was still just a child.