Taoist Master, Stop Fighting. The Heavenly Path Is Almost Destroyed

Time is like a wild donkey, it runs without stopping.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

The days passed calmly like this.

Qingfeng discovered that she fell in love with writing a diary. If she didn't record something every day, she would feel like something was missing, and she would feel uneasy.

Another night, Qingfeng once again opened his diary book and wrote quickly. At the top of the writing, there was already a series of records.

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Qingli, eighth year, October 6th.

The senior brother is indeed seriously ill. Today he went to Zhuilong Pond to fry fish again early in the morning. The second senior brother, Mingyue and I are all worried that he will lose his breath and drown in the water. The master is gone, and we don’t want the senior brother to die too. Leave us alone.

But we can't persuade senior brother.

The second senior brother told me to keep an eye on the senior senior brother for at least one cup of tea. If the senior senior brother did not show his face, he would be asked to call him.

Several times, the senior brother almost didn't come up, which scared me. Fortunately, the senior brother finally climbed up and lay on the ground like a dog with heatstroke, breathing heavily.

The eldest brother is probably ill, and his illness is not serious.

By the way, we had an all-fish feast tonight.

Fatty fish is so delicious.

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Qingli, eighth year, October 7th.

I have nothing to do today. I just watched my senior brother fry fish. I don’t know why, but I feel a little high.

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Qingli, eighth year, October 8th.

I have nothing to do today. I just watched Senior Brother frying fish and playing. It was really bloody. I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but Senior Brother seems to be getting stronger again.

He looked very tired, I don't know why the senior brother did this.

Fortunately, nothing happened to the senior brother, and today is another happy day.

Have a whole fish feast in the evening.

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Qingli, eighth year, October 9th.

Watch Big Brother fry fish.

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Qingli, eighth year, October 15th.

Qingfeng, you have to practice hard. How could you fall like this? Tomorrow, you must practice hard tomorrow and let Mingyue look at senior brother.

Also, I had another whole fish dinner in the evening, and I didn’t want to eat it.

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Qingli, eighth year, October 16th.

Watch Big Brother fry fish.

The senior brother's fish frying technique has improved now. He jumped down sideways to fry the fish, and the splashes were even higher.

I don’t know why, but Senior Brother’s momentum is getting stronger and stronger. Is Senior Brother really practicing? What the hell.

I had a whole fish feast in the evening and didn’t feel like eating.

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Qingli, eighth year, November 4th.

Watch Big Brother fry fish.

The elder brother's strength has become stronger again, and his fish-frying postures have become more fancy. In the past, he was as tired as a dead dog after frying fish a few times, but now he seems to have no reaction at all.

awesome!

It seems that Senior Brother did not lie to me. He is really practicing. It is really an outrageous method.

There is fish to eat again in the evening, and it is another day when I don’t want to eat fish.

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Qingli, eighth year, November 5th.

Another day to watch Big Brother fry fish.

But the senior brother seemed a little unhappy today. I asked him and he said he didn’t want to fry fish anymore.

In fact, I don’t want to meditate anymore.

I also want to fry fish.

But the senior brother said that I would die if I couldn't control it.

It's really strange. I can't figure out how the senior brother can grasp it, but the senior brother seems to be very serious about what he said. He probably didn't lie to me.

I vomited after eating fish again tonight.

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After writing today's diary, Qingfeng hid the booklet under her pillow, wrapped herself in a small quilt, squirmed a few times like a silkworm, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep.

He had a dream. In the dream, he turned into a strong man like the big brother, and he was also frying fish.

The water spray stirred up and fried many fat fish to pieces. Countless fat fish surrounded him, shouting, come and eat me, come and eat me.

He took a closer look and saw that the fat fish swirling around him had turned into plates of steamed fish, boiled fish, fried fish, fried fish, fried fish, pickled fish, shaved salted fish, braised fish, and stewed fish.

He was terribly frightened.

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In the backyard of Yinlong Temple, Yi Chen was sitting in the yard drinking rice wine wearing a dark black short coat, with his strong chest muscles pushing up the front of the clothes.

After a month of frantic training, his originally well-fitting short-sleeved jacket seemed a little too tight.

After this month of crazy training, Yi Chen's light curtain panel also changed at this time.

[Name: Yi Chen]

【Shouyuan: 18/97】

[Strength: 27.0, Physical: 26.0, Spirit: 31.0, Agility: 24.0] (Normal value is 1)

[Skill: Sixth level of Xiao Chunyang Gong (Characteristics: physical fitness, blazing heat, divine power, warding off evil spirits, tenacity). Active skill: Anode transformation (power increases three times for ten minutes, after which the internal energy and strength temporarily decrease to the original level) 70%.)】

[Skill: The third level of Yin-Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique (Characteristics: Eagle Eye, Night Vision, Yin Qi Sense.)]

[Passive skills: Painting skills lv1, Hosting weddings lv2, Hosting weddings lv3. Cooking skills lv3]

[Source Point: 7] (Can be obtained by stimulating the physical body through exercise, which can improve the four-dimensional data of strength, body, and agility.)

[Crimson value: 11.] (Can be obtained through special items or by killing monsters and evil objects. It can be used to improve the level of skills or deductions.)

After a month of practice of not treating oneself as a human being, the results of the practice are remarkable.

Yi Chen obtained a total of 9 source points, two of which were allocated to physical strength by him at the earliest. He had to allocate them early, otherwise he would not be able to persist at all.

This was accomplished on the premise that his Little Pure Yang Kung gained a toughness characteristic after breaking through to the sixth level.

After adding some Yi Chen this time, he also tested the role of physical strength attribute, which is recovery power, superhuman recovery power.

The feeling of taking a bath in warmth is still fresh in Yi Chen's memory.

It's so comfortable.

It's more comfortable than rewarding yourself.

While the source point enhances the physical attributes and strengthens the body, it will also generate a warm current to repair the damage to the body. It can be called a healing medicine, which surprises Yi Chen.

This characteristic undoubtedly gives him another advantage in fighting people, which is to replace injuries.

In a head-to-head battle with others, if you click on these two points, this characteristic is like giving yourself a health refueling pack, and you can't take off, not to mention that it has the power of a tough body, which is simply called Perfect.

"Using the source point to increase my physical strength has given me such a big surprise. It's time to see what kind of breakthroughs strength and agility can bring me." Yi Chen picked up the wine glass in his hand and drank it down. , with a thought, he added a little source point to the power.

A scorching breath suddenly emerged from the limbs. Under the tempering of this scorching breath, Yi Chen's muscle fibers, which were already as strong as steel wires, began to evolve in a more powerful direction.

If the muscle fibers before Yichen were like steel wires, then after the elevation of the source point, they have developed in the direction of high-toughness and high-strength alloys.

This made his already unparalleled explosive power reach a higher level.

"Strength attribute, not bad!"

Yi Chen is also quite satisfied with the improvement of the force attribute. After the experiment of beating the armored corpse in Qingyuan Town, it can be proved that the combination of strength and pure Yang Kung can completely produce the effect of one plus one greater than two.

A ghost without Yin Qi to protect the body is nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs under his immense strength. Even if it is weakened by Yin Qi to protect the body, the huge power still has a certain influence on it.

"More importantly." A cold light flashed in Yi Chen's eyes, revealing a cold gaze, and a thought flashed through him, "This powerful force may not be that effective in repairing evil spirits, but it is really useful in beating people." ah."

Naturally, Yi Chen would never forget the man behind the instigation of the Evil Tiger Gang to come to the Taoist Temple to cause trouble.

As for the person behind the scenes, Yi Chen actually had some guesses in his mind.

Everything is driven by profit. As long as who gets the most benefit from the disappearance of Yinlong Temple, we can basically delineate the scope.

Yinlong Temple has gained a huge reputation in the hands of his master, but his master is a kind man who pities the poor people and often kills demons and exorcises evil spirits for free or at very low prices.

Such a scroll king, how can his colleagues survive?

The offended person will naturally die in the sea.

Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents.

You, Bai Yunzi, can be poor and happy, but your colleagues can't bear it.

When he is famous all over the world, he is also slandered all over the world.

What's more, Bai Yunzi hates evil and mercilessly teaches some colleagues with bad behavior, which greatly reduces others' face.

In the past, others couldn't beat Bai Yunzi, so they naturally swallowed their anger. Now that Bai Yunzi has passed away, those ghosts and ghosts can't help but want to regain their place.

Yi Chen even made a malicious guess that those people were all evil bastards. The reason why they were so quiet during this period was actually because he was afraid that his master would fake his own death and deceive them, waiting for them to jump out, and then jump out from some ghost place. Take them on the road with you.

If you say you are dead, then you are dead. Who will believe it? This is not allowed to be observed, tested and tested?

There is no reason for conspirators to be all in when they first come up. They think everyone is like an old silver coin. After a few trials, the group of people the master has offended will naturally jump out slowly.

"Haha, Master just doesn't understand the principle of cutting off the weeds without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze will bring new growth. If you offend someone, you either don't do it or do it absolutely. That's why we end up in this situation."

Yi Chen picked up the wine jar, drank the remaining rice wine in one gulp, and recovered his scattered thoughts.

He is not a kind person like his master Bai Yunzi. Anyone who dares to stretch his claws towards him must be prepared to have his head chopped off.

Do you really think that Taoist Master Yichengzi is a good person?

If a person is not ruthless, he cannot stand firm.

Being cruel to others does not mean being cruel. Being cruel to yourself is the real cruel person. It is impossible for a normal person to squeeze himself like crazy like Yi Chen. With this cruelty, he felt that he could not hold on many times. miraculously survived.

"Agility, give me a boost."

Yi Chen threw the finished wine jar into the corner of the yard, and with a thought, he added some source points to his agility.

A cool breath suddenly appeared on his legs and gradually spread to his whole body, and a new round of strengthening began.

A few seconds later, Yi Chen suddenly stood up from the vermilion wooden chair, his body flashed, and he stood suddenly on the edge of the wall.

Yi Chen smiled, extremely happy, his big white teeth reflecting in the moonlight.

He stretched out his left hand and held it in the direction of the moon, as if he wanted to grasp the moonlight in his palm, and also seemed to want to control his own destiny.