The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 443: Dark Blue Lu Sheng
Practice to a certain extent.

Join the WTO and be born.

no difference.

time, space.

Meaningless.

Zhang Hengqian has cultivated for more than ten years, and now he has returned to the realm of the earth immortal, and he has just completed the flying immortal body.

Coupled with the supernatural powers of space, in terms of speed only, he should be the number one in the world today, even the ancestors of the heavenly immortals in the Taoist sect are not as good as him.

Can do getaway.

"My big brother is actually not too young, and the rebellious period should have passed."

"I hope he can listen to my advice, and give up martial arts and Confucianism. If you are weak, just take a scoop."

"Otherwise, with his aptitude and comprehension, cultivating the three veins is a dead end."

In front of the mountain temple.

Zhang Heng put his hands behind his back, showing his figure.

"Owner."

next second.

Sensing his aura, Tang Jian came as a blue light and appeared behind him.

"Middle Earth Immortal!"

Zhang Heng didn't look back: "Tianlu is indeed a legendary wonder of heaven and earth. Not only did it allow you to break through to the Earth Fairyland as you wished, but it also has the power to help you one more time, allowing you to break through to the middle stage of the Earth Immortal. It is worthy of the name of a treasure."

"It all depends on the reward from the master."

Tang Jian lowered her head: "Otherwise, where did Tang Jian get such good fortune?"

Zhang Heng glanced at him in surprise.

Unexpectedly, with a breakthrough in cultivation base, his brain became brighter, and his speech was more pleasant than before.

"I'm not here for a few days, is there something wrong in the mountain?"

Zhang Heng asked casually.

"Return to the master's words." Tang Jian shook his head: "The scenery in the mountains remains the same as before, and has not changed."

"Never?"

Zhang Heng was a little strange.

Originally, he thought that the old tiger might sneak back to have a look while he was away.

Unexpectedly, he didn't come.

It's strange to say that since the old tiger didn't die, he was descended from Buddhism.

So in the past ten years, how could he not show his face once? Could it be that he has been completely transformed, lost his true nature, turned into a Buddhist puppet, and does not remember the daughter in the temple.

In this case, he would save a lot of trouble.

"Zhang Heng, are you back?"

was thinking.

There was a sound of surprise in the distance, and a mouthful of words, and the gray little tiger came running happily.

Is it gray?

Zhang Heng was stunned.

Isn't his little tiger white?

Why is it gray?
Look again.

Oh, it turned out to be dirty.

"Oh my God."

"You rolled in the mud again, why is it so dirty?"

Zhang Heng picked up the little tiger and looked at Tang Jian with unkind eyes.

Tang Jian's heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to explain, the little tiger confessed honestly: "It's none of Uncle Tang's business, it's because I'm bored staying on the mountain, I went down to play, and I met a little sister at the foot of the mountain. She invited me to eat roasted taro."

"Little sister?"

A picture appeared in Zhang Heng's mind.

on the screen.

An eight or nine-year-old girl, wearing pale washed clothes full of patches, is squatting by the fire and roasting taro for the little tiger.

"You."

"Greedy and lazy."

"Wait for you to be the guardian of the mountain and protect the spirit of the white tiger, I have to wait."

Zhang Heng held the little tiger in his arms and was about to go back to bathe her.

As a result, two steps were taken.

Suddenly, I thought of Junior Sister Bailu. Junior Sister Bailu was raised by Patriarch Xu Hui since she was a child. Was she also so naughty when she was young?

Should not.

Junior Sister Bailu was born as a Daoist boy, so she looks obedient and not so naughty.

"correct."

Zhang Heng stopped and threw out the corpses of the monsters killed in the water mansion: "Wash these monster corpses, and I will use them as medicine later to refine great pills."

"so much!"

Looking at the corpses of more than twenty real fairyland demons in front of him.

Tang Jian swallowed.

"Mengmeng has the blood of a white tiger."

"With the age and the degree of blood awakening, the required resources will become more and more huge. The twenty or so demon corpses of the real fairyland are just a drop in the bucket."

Zhang Heng has high expectations for Little Tiger's future.

In the stage of blood growth, it is natural not to let it lose blood.

Otherwise, the energy intake will be insufficient, not to mention affecting development, and the upper limit will be lowered in the future.

"Master, there is one more thing I don't know if I should say it."

I saw Zhang Heng holding the little tiger and going to the temple.

Tang Jian followed behind and hesitated to speak.

"what's up?"

Zhang Heng kept walking.

"Is such that."

Tang Jian faltered and said: "Didn't Second Brother Zhang get the position of chief arrester in the county? Recently, I don't know who's instigated to walk very close to the surrounding martial arts halls and cottages, and he got a lot of responses." title."

talking.

Tang Jian carefully looked at Zhang Heng's expression: "Of course, it's not a big deal, but I listened to what the people below said, and worried that there was something else going on behind the scenes."

"understood."

Zhang Heng responded.

At this time, he had already carried the little tiger to the Xihua pool in the apse.

Puff.
Reach out and throw it.

Throw the cub directly into the pool.

The little tiger waved its paws and sank into the pool with a grunting sound.

"how?"

Zhang Heng looked back, saw Tang Jian was still standing behind, and said, "Shall I wash it for you too?"

Uh.
Tang Jian hurriedly resigned.

Watching its back.

Zhang Heng shook his head slightly, and a comment flashed in his mind: It was more than enough to charge the front line, but not enough to raise the account to be in command.

Tang Jian is quite strong.

The main body is a aggressive mantid, but now he has been promoted to the realm of the earth fairy, and he is also number one when he is released.

Unfortunately.

The habit of being alone.

The lack of a big picture is a bit like Yang Xiao in Yitian Tulongji. It is okay to fight alone, but not as a coach.

Speak the words of the coach.

The old lady of Shushan is not bad.

Zhang Heng handed over the Hushan Demon Army to her for training, and she practiced methodically.

Just saying that.

It is also impossible for Zhang Heng to transfer back the old mouse old lady who was training in the army, and become the chief steward of the temple.

"Tang Jian should be positioned as a thug under the temple, with high-end combat power."

"Old Matriarch Mouse is the leader of the army."

"So now, I still lack a chief executive who has been away for several months and can still take care of the inside and outside. This person's cultivation level is second to none, and the main thing is that he can take care of himself."

Zhang Heng fished out the little tiger.

While bathing it, I was thinking about candidates.

Think about it.

Nacai Daxian is not bad.

The nine-thousand-year-old true immortal is also the master of the Water Mansion.

Being a second in command is more than enough.

Unfortunately.

Zhang Heng disturbed his birthday banquet and slaughtered all the monsters.

Now it's unreasonable for him to work on his own. If he really wants to do that, he won't be a bandit anymore.

"never mind."

"I don't want to think about this for the time being, let's talk about it after training the Great Pill first."

Zhang Heng bathed the little tiger, took it to burn incense for the patriarch, and then plunged into the alchemy room.

It's a few days in a flash.

When he came out again, Zhang Heng already had an extra tray with a red and black pill on it.

"Zhang Heng, this pill smells so good."

around his legs.

The little tiger took catwalks and swallowed.

Zhang Heng smiled without saying a word.

Of course fragrant.

This elixir is made from the inner elixir of the great demon in the real fairyland, flesh and blood, supplemented by great medicine, it strengthens the body, strengthens mana, and is the most nourishing.

"Dan is good Dan."

"It's just that the medicine is too strong. You are still too young and your bones haven't grown up. You can't just take it."

Zhang Heng waved his hand.

A jade gourd flew from afar.

Open the gourd, pour in spring water, and touch some honey.

Then throw the Great Dan into the gourd and shake it twice.

Do it all.

Zhang Heng tied the jade gourd around the little tiger's neck with a red string, and then said, "Take a sip every day, don't be greedy, remember?"

The little tiger nodded first, but then became a little uncertain: "Zhang Heng, this gourd is so small, will it be gone in one bite?"

Zhang Heng said with a smile: "There is heaven and earth in the gourd. One sip a day is enough for you to drink for three years."

Done.

Zhang Heng estimated one or two: "Three gourds before and after, about ten years, probably enough for you to be promoted to a true immortal."

Hear this.

The little tiger left happily.

Zhang Heng didn't ask what it was doing either.

My guess was right, I went down the mountain to find the little girl who baked taro.

It's hard to say.

It has been more than ten years, and the little tiger is still a little bit.

Ten years of human beings is not even a year when it falls on it.

When Zhang Heng was eight or nine years old, he looked similar to the tiger cub after his transformation.

Now Zhang Heng is an adult.

The little tiger was still an eight or nine-year-old girl after she took shape.

some time ago.

He can also play with the third sister's sons and daughters, Zhu Chao and Zhu Mu.

Now Zhu Chao and Zhu Mu are also going to school.

Going around, only it doesn't grow up.

Although now there is a new playmate.

But talk about it.

Ten years later, the little girl who baked taro today will be seventeen or eighteen years old and will be a grown-up girl, and the little tiger will still look like this today.

The gods are clear.

Who's to say it won't bother.

"Mengmeng, what have you been doing these days?"

Tiger Mountain.

73 miles.

Under Luming Town, Pingshui Village.

An eight or nine-year-old girl in patched clothes was standing by the river, looking at Humengmeng worriedly: "I thought you wouldn't come to play with me."

Humengmeng transformed into a little human girl.

Wearing a small gourd around his neck, he said proudly: "My brother is back, and I will stay with him at home."

Done.

Holding the small gourd, Hu Mengmeng asked as if offering a treasure: "Is it beautiful, my brother gave it to me."

"So lovely."

"Isn't it jade? I've seen it on a gentleman scholar in the village. His is not as good-looking as yours."

The little girl looked envious: "Mengmeng, you must be a rich man who lives in the town?"

"That's it."

Hu Mengmeng was vague.

some time ago.

When Zhang Heng went out to do errands, it ran around to play.

When I ran to Pingshui Village, I saw a little girl roasting taro by the river.

The little girl asked him if he was hungry and if he wanted to eat roasted taro.

It was greedy, so the two ate roasted taro and became friends.

speak up.

Taro is not good.

These taros that grow in the wild are bitter and astringent, hard to swallow, not as good as those wild vegetables.

But the little girl couldn't help it.

Her family was too poor, her parents died early, and she was with her grandmother in her 60s.

The rice tank at home has never been full. In order to save more food for her grandma, she can only learn to look for food outside.

She can't identify wild vegetables and the like.

And there are too many people picking wild vegetables, and she can't grab them.

no way.

I can only pick some wild taro that others don't eat to satisfy my hunger.

"Here, I brought you this from home."

Hu Mengmeng took out a pack of snacks from her arms: "This is my brother's favorite snack, called sweet-scented osmanthus cake, let me try it."

The little girl hesitated and ate a piece.

Slightly sweet in the mouth.

It is very fragrant and has a milky taste.

moment.

The little girl's eyes narrowed. This was a taste she had never tasted before. How could there be such delicious food in the world.

"Delicious, right?"

Hu Mengmeng looked at her playmate expectantly.

"good to eat."

The little girl nodded again and again: "Mengmeng, you are so kind."

"hey-hey."

Hu Mengmeng stuffed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into the little girl's arms: "Eat it all, I like it, I'll bring you some next time."

The little girl didn't eat it.

Seeing her not eating, Hu Mengmeng was a little surprised: "Lu Sheng, why don't you eat?"

"I"

Lu Sheng lowered his head: "I want to take it home for grandma to eat, she must have never eaten it."

Hear this.

The little tiger also thought of his father who died in the battle, sobbing: "My father has never eaten it. If he is still alive, he must also like it."

Hear this.

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

It's been a long time.

Hu Mengmeng recovered from the grief, and whispered: "My treasure gourd is filled with elixir. My brother said that this elixir can strengthen the body and strengthen mana. You take me to your house, and I will drip a few drops. Drop it in the water tank of your house, and give you and grandma a boost."

Lu Sheng's eyes lit up.

Although she has never learned martial arts, she heard from elder brother Tie Zhu who practiced martial arts in the village.

The young ladies and young masters of those wealthy families in the town will swallow precious medicines when practicing martial arts.

This precious medicine is very precious, it can strengthen the muscles and bones, and it is the most nourishing.

"Will it be too precious?"

Although he was very willing in his heart, his conscience made Lu Sheng hesitate: "Such a precious pill must be very precious, your brother."

"Don't worry." Hu Mengmeng patted his chest: "My brother won't care, these things are almost like rags in my brother's eyes, that is, I can use them, otherwise he won't pick them up when they are thrown on the side of the road."

"That's it."

Lu Shenggen was a little distressed.

Brother Tie Zhu said that the precious medicine was extremely precious, but it became tattered in the mouth of Sister Mengmeng.

Sister Mengmeng's family is rich.

How about a meal of rice?
Think so.

Lu Sheng took Humengmeng home.

The Lu family is located on the east side of Pingshui Village, almost out of the village.

The family is even poorer.

A half-person-high fence surrounds the yard, and there is a small vegetable patch in the yard.

In addition, the house is barren and there is not even a table.

Look inside the house.

Grandma Lu was not at home. According to Lu Sheng, she might have gone to the town to beg for food.

Look at the rice tank again.

It is said to be a rice vat, but it is actually a small wooden barrel.

There is only a little bit of rice inside, and the lid is covered with stones, which seems to be afraid of mice stealing it.

"I fell."

Hu Mengmeng was holding the jade gourd.

Open the stopper of the gourd, and carefully drip a drop of elixir into the water tank.

brush! !

into the eye.

A drop of elixir fell into the water tank, and in an instant, the water in a large tank was rendered black and red.

"smell good"

Lu Sheng took a deep breath, and then he was a little unsure: "Can I drink it? The color is so dark and it looks scary."

"This"

Hu Mengmeng didn't expect that a drop of elixir would have such a big reaction in the water tank, and muttered: "It should be okay?"

"Then I'll try."

Lu Sheng picked up the gourd ladle.

I didn't dare to take more, I only took a sip, and I didn't dare to drink more, I only took a little bit from this sip.

Available in the next second.

Lu Sheng only felt that he had swallowed a piece of coal, and his whole body was as hot as a fire.

Bang.
Lu Sheng tilted his head and fell to the ground.

Before falling asleep, I only heard Hu Mengmeng calling her from the side: "Shengsheng, Shengsheng?"

"It's so hot and comfortable."

Lu Sheng was in a daze, feeling light and light, as if he was about to fly.

And under this ecstasy.

In the back of my mind, there was a cold voice repeating: "The energy is loaded, Traveler, Zhinao Shenlan is reporting to you." '

(End of this chapter)