The Evil God Emperor is In the City

Zhang Xugu repelled Shen Qingyao and others, and blocked the Sanqing Gate, but Shanghe Village in Pingcheng was located in a remote area, and there was no mobile phone signal, so this storm was like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing any waves.

Sanqingmen.

For several months, Feng Tianhe, who had been living at the two o'clock and one line of the Sutra Collection Pavilion, appeared at the Dao Institute of Enlightenment this morning without warning.

More than a hundred disciples were amazed, is the sect master okay?

Feng Tianhe didn't say much. He walked between the disciples holding the yellowed old book. He opened the altar and gave a lecture. He taught "Qingling Tongqiwen" for nearly an hour. one.

Pang Shiduo came to inquire, glanced at the disciples who were sitting on the futon shaking their heads, and dragged Feng Tianhe to the bottom of the old apricot tree outside the monastery, looked up and down at the younger brother, and pondered for a long time with his thick white beard.

"Junior Brother, have you returned to the light?"

Feng Tianhe immediately had a black line on his face. Although he had lost thirty years of his lifespan by borrowing a sword from heaven, it was still too early to kick his legs and close his eyes.

He couldn't help but scolded his senior brother and said, "Senior brother, my master advised you to read more books back then, but you didn't listen. Even now, even the Duozi in your name often writes an extra line, and the idioms are even more confusing. How many jokes?

Pang Shiduo laughed, not feeling very ashamed.

In fact, there are not many educated people in his generation of cultivators. Compared with Sun Gouzi, who can't read a lot of words, he is already very capable.

"I mean you think about it?"

Feng Tianhe shook his head and smiled and said, "What can't you think about with such a large number of years? It's just that my heart is boring and uncomfortable. After a few months of precipitation, I've put my junior sister in my heart, and I'll remember it for the rest of my life, but it makes me sour when I say it. tooth."

Pang Shiduo waved his hand and laughed: "It's not sour or sour."

Seeing Feng Tianhe recovering as before, he couldn't be more happy than happy. As for the things that happened 50 years ago, it's best not to mention the fact that there is no regret in his heart.

He patted Feng Tianhe on the shoulder: "We brothers and sisters are still in your heart, and we can only take care of things. How do you say that word, you have a hill in your chest, right?"

"Senior brother is flattering junior brother! Let's not talk about this, let's talk about business. Although I was buried in the Sutra Collection Pavilion all day ago, I also vaguely heard the disciples talk about the accident of Zhengyi Dharma, and advocated for Nanxiang to abdicate on behalf of the door. In a few days, Zhuang Shangren will officially inherit the position of the master of the Zhengyi School?"

"That's right."

"Zhuang Shangren..."

Pang Shiduo blew his beard and said with a look of contempt: "This surnamed Zhuang is not a good thing, and the position of the sect master is not right. It is definitely not a good thing to hand the Zhengyi method into his hands."

Feng Tianhe's mind is deeper than Pang Shiduo's. Almost everyone in the cultivating world who has a bit of a face knows what Zhuang Shangren is like, but he is much more bland.

"No matter what happens in the future, the succession of the new master of the Zhengyi method is a major event in the cultivating world, and we have to congratulate him."

Pang Shiduo turned his face away: "I'm not going to hold his stinky feet surnamed Zhuang."

"If you don't go, I have to go too. By the way, I will bring a few disciples to Zhengyi Dharma to see the world. By the way, I see that Xingnan is progressing rapidly, and the elementary level of foundation building has almost been completed. His eyes have been directed at him these days?"

"That boy, he held back ten moves in Zhu Nizi's hands with all his heart, and asked people to go out to play. He worked hard. Besides, Wushan Lun Dao stimulated him a lot, and he has been back for a few months. Not being lazy."

Feng Tianhe nodded, no matter the reason, it is a good thing to have a few disciples who can support the facade.

"Where's Brother Ge?"

At the mention of Ge Mu, Pang Shiduo rolled his eyes for a while.

He scolded: "Damn it! You have to say that I have been cultivating Taoism for more than a hundred years, and I can't compare with Zhang Xugu and Yunshang Zhenren, but I am always at the level of Sun Gouzi and Yan Zhaoqiu. It’s still a little bit, this brother Ge, making me look at him is like being completely blind.”

Pang Shiduo laughed again: "In the past four months, he has gone from the early stage of foundation building to the late stage, and the spiritual power of the realm is still not empty. Do you dare to think? Four months is almost the same as my forty years of cultivation, hum, this kind of Seeing the progress makes me angry.”

Feng Tianhe pushed the blindfold: "Old Immortal Master Yan was over thirty years old when he reached the late stage of foundation establishment. He is unique in the world of Taoism.

"Junior brother, let me tell the truth, you may not be able to beat him now."

"Is it such an exaggeration?"

"You might as well try it, but you have to find a secluded place to do it. After all, you are the master of a sect, and you are also very old. If you lose in the hands of this young man, your face will not look good." The eyes, the instigating meaning can no longer be obvious.

Feng Tianhe smiled heartily.

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Disciple home.

The sun in July is very savage. By noon, the courtyard is stuffy and the room is not equipped with air conditioning. The spoiled Zhao Daqian naturally suffered from this bad situation, lying on the table sickly, as if being Sun softened flowers.

She stared directly at Fang Ying who was sitting across from him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The latter made a raw silk and white fan in his hand, and the fan's hand was like jade for a while, and it was naturally cool and sweat-free.

"Sister Ying, I want to eat ice cream."

"What am I going to do here?"

"Otherwise, you get that..."

Fang Ying asked in surprise, "Which one?"

"I saw you cast a spell before, you can make ice, you can make some ice, I will break it up and get some cold tomatoes to eat, or get some iced mung bean porridge."

Seeing what Zhao Yiqing was looking forward to, Fang Ying couldn't help but smile.

After all, she is the second-generation rich lady who knows how to enjoy life.

Fang Ying folded his arms and said with a smile: "I can indeed make ice, but it is made of ice that has been condensed by the air and moisture of the mysterious yin. It is only used for fighting, and it has absolutely no benefit to the body, let alone eating it. .

Well, if ordinary people get too much contact with Xuanyang Qi, it will also cause infertility. If this happens to you, Ge Mu can't forgive me. "

"Bah, bah, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhao Yiqing was extremely ashamed, and gave Fang Ying a sullen look, and it really became less and less to follow this actress, "Sister Ying, you are so filthy."

Fang Ying glanced at Zhao Yiqing's sweaty chest, saw the ups and downs on his chest, and said with a smile: "You are so beautiful, you can't escape that kind of thing, Ge Mu will definitely not let you go."

"I won't let you go!"

"It's hard to say which of us will not let go."

Impressed.

Zhao Yiqing spread his hands, you are coquettish, you are sloppy, you are powerful, she couldn't say these words, but that's what she meant on her face.

The two beauties were chatting when Ge Mu and Lou Xingnan pulled a scooter from a distance. The scooter was loaded with watermelons, and there seemed to be about 20 of them.

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