Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 916
Hearing Fu Bao talk about opening the dojo, Liu Qinghuan slapped him backhandedly: "Forgot how we got here? Forgot why I even changed my Taoist name? There is a Mahayana monk behind me who is ready to ask for help at any time." My life, if he finds his whereabouts, where can I find such good luck to escape again."

As a Mahayana monk, Yanjiu may appear in Qingming at any time, so he can't do things that are too showy.

Like opening a dojo, to a large extent, it is necessary to continuously accumulate fame and prestige in order to attract more people to listen to his lectures, which is very inconsistent with his usual low-key style.

"However..." Liu Qinghuan pondered: "Although you can't open the dojo, you can still do other things, such as go to fight a few magic games."

In Nine Heavens Cloud, if you want to obtain all kinds of rare cultivation resources here, besides using expensive spirit stones, you can also exchange them in other ways. Opening a dojo is one of them, while going to the fighting platform is another.

Compared with other methods, the fight stage is obviously more accessible and enthusiastic for ordinary monks. When you go to the stage to fight, the people watching the battle can place bets as they wish. As long as they win, they can share their odds. to a dividend.

Of course, there are not many people who watch the small competitions, and the dividends will not be too much, but if you participate in the life-and-death competition, the benefits will be extremely considerable.

After weighing things up and down, Liu Qinghuan had a note in mind: "Don't give me blind ideas here. There is no rush to increase revenue and reduce expenditure. Anyway, I am going to retreat for a while, and I will make plans later."

He patted Fu Bao on the head, and told him as he walked into the house: "The first day of the junior high school is now in charge of the internal affairs of Xiaodongtian, and the external affairs are left to you and the incarnation. Don't run around on weekdays. This place is overhauled." Yunji, don't cause trouble outside."

Abandoning Fubao who was dissatisfied and muttering, Liu Qinghuan came to the Ruyi Hall in the cave, put his hand on the stone gate, and then closed his eyes and concentrated.

When the door was opened again, the originally empty hall had turned into a vast world. Under the clear and bright sky, thousands of green bamboos rustled with the wind, and a stream bypassed the forest and merged into the lake not far away. .

Liu Qinghuan, who was born in the Zhulin Mountain of the Wenshi School, transformed the Ruyi Hall into the most familiar environment, so that he could sit cross-legged on a flat boulder in the forest glade, and at the same time a stone wood crystal the size of a human head appeared beside him.

On Liu Qinghuan's side, she began to retreat to practice body training techniques, while on the other side, Xue Yi, a golden puppet who had been missing all day, came under a mountain peak.

"Please stop!"

A monk flashed out, although he said "please", he directly blocked his way very rudely.

"This peak is the seat of Wuwei Shanren. Today, my master has something to thank guests behind closed doors. The ashram is temporarily closed. If fellow Taoists come to listen to the sermon, please come back in three days."

"Hehe, it looks like you're doing well, and they're all on the dojo..." Xue Yi laughed hoarsely, and said to the monk who guarded the mountain: "I didn't come to listen to the sermon, you go and report to He Niu, Let’s just say that his benefactor has arrived, and it’s time for some of the promises we made back then to be fulfilled.”

The monk guarding the mountain looked at him suspiciously, seeing that his head and face were covered by a thick black robe, his cultivation level did not seem to be high, coupled with his sneaky behavior and vague words, he was secretly displeased.

"Who is He Niu? My master's surname is Xiahou, and he is the chief disciple under the name of Suhua Tianqing Wei Daozu. I advise you to leave quickly, or I will be rude!"

But when the other party raised his hand suddenly, a black light flew towards him.

The monk who guarded the mountain shook violently, but when he saw that the flying object was just a token, he couldn't help being surprised and angrily said: "How can you have my master's private order?!"

Two cold rays of light shot out from under the black robe, and a majestic aura gushed out: "There are some things that you shouldn't know, you'd better keep your mouth shut."

Seeing the monk fleeing up the mountain in a hurry, Xue Yi smiled maliciously again, but the light in his eyes kept flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Not long after, the monk who guarded the mountain went back, this time his attitude became extremely respectful, and he asked him to go up the mountain with a low eyebrow.

There are bursting pines, gurgling streams, and under the sun, there are many secrets buried in the years. Those who know know it, and those who don't know it may not have a chance to know it in the future.

Half a day later, Xue Yi reappeared, his figure was as brisk as the wind, and he was in a good mood, but he flew up and flew towards Sangu Mountain hanging in the air.

If Liu Qinghuan was here at this time, he would be amazed and envious, because unless Sangu Mountain is open to the public during a major ceremony or on some special days, there are very few people who can go up on weekdays, and the conditions for entering are extremely harsh. .

I don't know what tricks Xue Yi used, what happened after seeing the Wuwei Mountain man, so that he got the qualification to enter Sangu Mountain so easily.

Let's put Xue Yi aside and talk about it later.

For a closed-door monk, time sometimes passes extremely quickly.They will spend countless hours on cultivation, forgetting everything in the world of mortals, and only focus on Taoism.

Five years later, on an unremarkable small fighting platform in Jiutian Yunxiao, a body repairer with an ordinary face appeared.

This person has a strong and thin body, and he didn't attract anyone's attention when he first appeared on the stage. Only the people who were fighting with him would realize that something was wrong when they received the punches.

"boom!"

The light curtain covering the martial arts platform shook violently, and the monk who was thrown out held his blood-swelling chest with surprise and dissatisfaction on his face.

"You cheat!"

With a flick of his sleeve, a yellow light shot out.

The hidden edge pulled out a long scar as deep as a mud wave in the air, and the buzzing scream made people feel disturbed, but only a huge fist shadow slammed towards it.

In another loud bang, the power that almost turned into substance exploded rumblingly, ripples spread like a river boiling over the sea, and a small sword shot back from the chaotic vortex, "Puff With a sound, it was inserted into the specially reinforced hard rock ground.

Looking carefully, the little sword was covered with spider veins, and it shattered with a soft whine.

"You, you, you..." The monk was dumbfounded for a moment, wiped his face, and chose to give up helplessly: "I lost."

"Concession!" The person opposite cupped his hands and was about to step down to find the monk who supervised the battle to settle the small amount of dividends, but was stopped again.

"Are you the physical trainer who has appeared on the fighting stage every once in a while and hasn't lost a single game?" The monk jumped up from the ground and said, "I've heard of you, I don't know what you will do next time." When the time comes again, I can make a bet!"

(End of this chapter)