Asking about longevity

Chapter 988 The Blood of the Dragon

Too much door, elder home.

At the end of the year, Xunzi Youzhuo talked to Mr. Xun Lao for some matters to discuss the sword conference.

These things were deliberately arranged by Mr. Xun.

After three tours, the business was almost talked about. Xunzi pursed the tea, hesitated again and again, and asked:

"Old ancestor, do you ... have you taught ink painting swordsmanship?"

Mr. Xun Lao was a little surprised. He glanced at Xunzi, and asked faintly, "Why ask this?"

Xunzi was silent for a moment, slowly: "It seems that he seems to have learned too much ..."

Mr. Xun's pupils shrink slightly, "What are you talking about?!"

Xunziyou repeated silently.

Mr. Xun's eyes condensed, "Have you seen it?"

Xunzi leicked slightly, "I saw him, and used the divine to turn the sword ... killed a three -product pig demon."

Mr. Xun Lao lived wrong.

After a long while, his brows frowned, glanced at Xunzi in doubt, and asked slowly:

"You ... know what you are just talking about?"

Ink painting ...

Have you learned the True Truth of God?

Have you killed a three -product Jindanjing pig demon?

How can these outrageous things be connected together?

After thinking about it for a moment, Mr. Xun said to Xunzi:

"Your head is over, I check your sea of ​​knowing the sea ..."

He is now worried about whether Xunziyou was influenced by evil things when he was in the temple of Gunshan. Zhihai is still a little overwhelming, so that it is easy to whimsical, and he can't distinguish between thoughts and reality.

Mr. Xun's care.

Xunzi smiled bitterly, "Old ancestor, I'm fine, I really saw it with my own eyes ..."

Mr. Xun Lao moved a stagnant, and when he saw that Xunzi looked at the light, unlike to say false words, he asked sinkingly:

"When is it?"

"It's during the day." Xunzi said, "Go to practice the demon mountain, saying that you want to cultivate a small method, I unintentionally see ..."

Xunziyou said that everything went through.

Mr. Xun frowned, "Mo painting knows, did you see it?"

Xunziyou groaned: "I am far away and converge. He has all his minds on the pig demon, and he should not be aware of me ..."

The general monk, even if the monk Jin Dan,, fights with a three -product Jin Dan pig demon, must pay attention to it, and do his best. He can't take care of him for more than time.

Not to mention that ink paintings only have the realm of foundation.

Mr. Xun was silent, and his expression began to get serious.

Xunziyou didn't speak.

Then he had to look at this seemingly "ridiculous" thing with a serious attitude.

But Mr. Xun frowned and thought about it for a long time, it was still difficult for him to link these things.

Looking at a single look, whether it is learning the gods and thinking about the sword or killing the Jin Dan pig, it is never possible ...

Ink painting is only the foundation, how to learn the sword?

Taixu Shenxian's sword is true, it is too much sword tactics, it is the inheritance of the town, and it is a banned surgery.

Taoxumen has a brilliant kendo genius.

It continued until the later period of Jindan, and the soul was stable to get started.

Only when you repair the feather, you can make a small success.

Until the cave is false, it can cut the gods to cut the reality.

Building a monk ... How to learn the sword of divine thoughts?

Besides, he is not a sword repair.

He was scattered, and he was poor when he was young.

There are no fate swords.

Also, where does the teacher come from?

The sword is too deficient, the conditions are harsh, the practice is difficult, and the inheritance is closed, it is not easy to learn.

If you want to master, the seniors must be instructed, otherwise it is easy to go wrong and practice.

Now that the whole is too much, the person who is really proficient in the sword is only his brother alone.

His ancestor, because he did not take the Kendo, and never learned the swordsmanship.

But his brother ...

Mr. Xun sighed in his heart.

Brother is seriously injured, just like rotten wood, and now it is blocked in Houshan. How can he pass the ink painting sword tactics?

Even if there was a chance to pass on before, he could not enter Houshan at all.

The brother closed in the sword mound, his temperament is very arrogant and lonely, and it is impossible to put down his body. He personally taught ink painting such a little disciple who did not understand the sword.

Furthermore, even if ink paintings have learned, they have learned, but ... use the divine to turn the sword, and cut the golden monsters?

Can't write in the words.

The accomplishment of the divine thoughtful sword in it is scary.

The sword of divine thoughts is a profound sword tactic, which is divided into many swords.

Huajian style, shocking sword, broken **** sword, and even the ultimate cutting **** sword style ...

One step at a time.

If you want to cross Jindan, you will definitely repair the **** sword.

However, you have to repair the most powerful sword -like sword style. I do n’t know how many years of hard work, and I do n’t know how much effort I need to pour.

This is to be poured by years and hard work.

Mo painting is not fake, but when he is too young, where can you work hard and cultivate such a deep **** of thought?

Even the Mrs. Dugu, who was shocked by his Kendo, couldn't do such a thing in the same level ...

What's more, the thoughts of ink paintings are just dan, and they are limited.

Even though he repaired the sword of the gods, he tried his best, and wanted to kill a Pig Demon with a Jin Dan realm.

Mowing

The room was silent.

The candlelight swayed, and the fire light burned a little bit.

Mr. Xun said nothing and fell into long contemplation.

He brought this matter back and forth, repeatedly, and pondered all over again, and felt that everybody was a loophole.

Xunziyou didn't dare to disturb.

I don't know how long, Mr. Xun Lao returned to God and asked Xunzi to say: "Are you sure you see ... the ink painting has used a sword?"

Xunzi was thinking for a moment, shook his head, "He had no sword in his hand, but pointed at the eyebrows, and then he seemed to have a sword light ..."

"Are you sure it is Jianguang?"

Xunziyou was asked so much that it was not sure.

He didn't see the whole picture, but only saw the mottled golden trace, which faintly constituted a blade of blade.

But it is hard to say whether this is sword light.

"But there is a sword ..."

"Are you sure it is sword?"

Xunziyou has nothing to say.

The sword of the sword is attributed to God's thoughts and nothingness. He can only "feel" with his own experience, but he can't verify.

As soon as Mr. Xun's eyes condensed, he tried to intercept the railway: "So, this is not too much the **** of thought of the sword!"

Even if there are in case, it will never be allowed!

The sword is too much, but the sword is too bad.

No matter how good or favored in Mo painting, his current identity is still just too much abroad disciples.

Disciples of outer doors, sneaking the ancestral prohibition, but the crime of heaven.

Once it is passed, it is too bad to be at all.

If he was punished, he was reluctant to be reluctant.

Stealing the ban, according to the law of the ancestors, and abolishing it lightly for the ancestors.

If you do not punish it, you will be taught by other Zongmen.

Even in Zongmen, he could not serve the public.

Everyone has the same learning, and they will think about going to study forbidden.

This is the act of corrupt door wind.

Therefore, ink paintings must not be able to learn too much.

Mr. Xun said: "He only built the foundation, but not a sword repair. How can he learn to read the sword? Moreover, he didn't even have a sword in his hand ..."

Xunzi stunned and felt very reasonable.

He just entered first, and felt that it was taken for granted. If you think about it, it is true that this is not in line with the "rules" of the sword method of the sword of divine thoughts.

It's just that ink painting is bizarre, he didn't think so much for a while.

But no matter how bizarre, we must follow the basic rules of practice.

In the record of Zongmen, the sword of divine thoughts is not he cultivated like this ...

Xunzi nodded, then raised her eyes, and looked at Mr. Lao.

"So, what is the method of painting in Mo ... is he used? Is it a special type of divine thought?"

After all, Sanpin Pig Monsters can be cut to death.

Mr. Xun was silent.

Xunzi Yucan's words and looked at each other, and he was a little surprised, and then said, "Old ancestor, your old man ... don't you know?"

Mr. Xun raised his head and looked at him silently.

Xunziyou immediately realized that he had a lot of mouth, and immediately became honest, bowed his head to drink tea, and did not dare to ask more.

Mr. Xun Mi thought for a moment, and said to Xunzi:

"This is a bit strange, but you don't have to make a fuss. Building the foundation and killing the Jin Dan monsters is somewhat ridiculous ... Not to mention, the child, what kind of foundation, what kind of background, you should be clear in your heart."

"His array accomplishment, among his disciples, may be considered a riding dust."

"But if you talk about the frontal combat power, it will be far away."

"Moreover, with the power of my own, I have killed any three -grade monsters. Most of the matter is ..."

Mr. Xun paused, and then said, "What is the treasure of himself on him? At the critical moment, he automatically protects the Lord and killed the three -grade monsters."

"Bodybuilding?" Xunzi stunned, then nodded, "the ancestor's words are reasonable."

To be honest, he must not believe it in his heart.

But he has no other explanation.

Moreover, this is the words of the old ancestors, he dare not refute.

Seeing that Xunziyou's letter was doubtful, Mr. Xun Lao simply waved his hand, "In this matter, you don't care about it."

"Yes." Xunzi leisurely.

When the ancestor said that, he was not good at talking, and Xunzi Yu gave a gift, "That old ancestor, I will leave first."

Mr. Xun Lao sighed slightly, watched Xunzi You, and told: "This matter ... Don't pass it out, let alone talk about it everywhere."

"Especially, Shen Nian Hua Jian Zhenjue ... Whether it is true or false, once it is spread, it will cause a lot of trouble!"

Mr. Xun Lao's tone is extremely dignified. Xunzi was shocked.

He almost forgot that this was forbidden.

The prohibition is not a joke.

The so -called prohibition is the taboo technique, which is forbidden to cultivate. There are records on the Daoting side, and no monks can be learned again.

Therefore, ink paintings must not learn to think about turning the sword.

Xunziyou knew the interests, and immediately said in his heart: "Old ancestor, I will forget it."

Mr. Xun nodded and waved his hand, "Let's go."

"Yes." Xunzi solemnly arched, and then retreated respectfully.

In the middle of the elder, he was quiet for a while.

Candle light swaying.

Mr. Xun was still sitting in place, motionless, but his mind was like a candlelight, and he floated.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

He couldn't believe this matter.

Even if he wants to believe it, but this is too contrary to common sense, and there is nothing signs of causality, he can't give himself an explanation.

Not to mention ... Brother He ...

Mr. Xun turned his head, looked at Houshan deeply, and sighed deeply at the end.

"Too prodigy and divine thoughts and swords ..."

These words are also a pain in his heart.

Once upon a time, this sword tactics symbolized the most prosperous glory of Taixu Gate.

At that time, Tai Xumen thought of the swords and swords, and he proved the heavens with the heart, the **** of thought, and the truth of the gods.

Under the sword of the divine thoughts, the demon is easy, and he dares not to be his edge.

But Cheng Ye also thought about turning the sword, and he also thought about turning the sword.

During the years, countless divine thought sword repairs fell under the sword tactics of "hurting people and hurting themselves".

This sword tactics are both too dignified and the most painful scars.

And now, this sword tactics will finally die with Brother Dugu.

Once Brother Dugu returns to the dust, the sword is divided, and it will be completely annihilated.

Perhaps in his lifetime, he could no longer see it.

The world can no longer see it, and the gods of God's sword are shocking.

Mr. Xun Lao's eyes were dim.

This is what he has long been "known".

The decision to ban the sword of divine thoughts is also he.

This is destined to be inevitable, but to this day, Mr. Xun's heart still has deep losses and endless stuns.

At this moment, Xunzi's words of the talent floated in his mind again.

Mr. Xun's sad eyes suddenly gave birth to a touch of glory.

"God Nian Hua Jian True ..."

"Ink painting ..."

Mr. Xun Lao gently thought about these two names, and his brows gradually frowned.

"Should ... impossible ... how is it possible?"

"In case it is true ..."

Mr. Xun Lao's heart was slightly creepy and sighed slightly. During the circulation of God's thoughts, his eyes are getting deeper and deeper, I don’t know what to think about ...

Mowing

Ink painting didn't know that he showed the appearance of the sword of divine thoughts, and the elder Xunzi, who was secretly stared at, looked at it.

It was too dangerous and too nervous to fight with the pig demon in Sanpin Jindan realm.

Taking the foundation for building a foundation, killing the Jin Dan pig demon almost consumed all his divine thoughts.

Therefore, ink painting did not notice at all, and was "peeping" by Xunzi's long -term elder.

In the next few days, he was still immersed in the joy of the sacrifice of the sword, and the joy of killing the three golden Dan Dan Pig Monsters.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing is not easy to say.

He is not very good to find someone to brag everywhere.

His little brothers, no one knew that he had completed such an amazing "feat".

Jinyi Night Walk, ignorant.

Ink painting is uncomfortable.

But he still can only keep a normal heart and continue to practice.

Fortunately, after more than a month, this uncomfortable disappeared, and the end of the year, Zongmen was going to assess again.

After the ink painting is finished, the grade is one, two B and four C.

The formation method "A", Taoist method "B", and a alchemy, I do n’t know why, and gave him a “B”.

Often, he is one, six, and six.

There was an additional B last year.

This year, there is another B.

Mo painting couldn't help frowning.

He is a cause and effect. He knows that there must be monsters when he is abnormal. There is no reason for no reason. He cannot get so well.

Therefore, there is always a sense of crisis in Mo Hua's heart.

Mowing

After the exam, it will be the New Year.

Mo painting will go to the Gu family this year.

He went to talk to Mr. Xun.

Because the situation is special now, the affairs of the Shen family have been settled on the surface, but the interests in the back are entangled, and you are fighting for me between the world.

Ink painting is also unclear. I go to the Gu family to eat rice now.

Mr. Xun only thought about it for a moment, and nodded, "It's okay to go."

The lone mountain affairs, too Xu Gen and the Gu family, must be remembered by the Shen family on the account, and they didn't care about it.

Moreover, it is also a good thing for ink paintings and Gu Jia's maintenance.

Mr. Xi wrote another word for Mo painting as a congratulatory gift and gave it to the Gu family.

Ink painting happily thanks.

It's not too early, and the ink painting said goodbye to Mr. Xun Lao. After the ceremony, he met the deep and complicated eyes of Mr. Xun Lao as soon as he looked up.

"Lao, is there something wrong?" Mo painting puzzled.

Mr. Xun looked at ink deeply.

At this glance, there was a kind of ink painting. Mr. Xun was guessing what, but because of some cause and effect, he did not dare to say the illusion of export.

Mr. Xun Lao's mind was serious. What he wanted to ask, but he saw that Mo painting had grown a lot without knowing it, and with the appearance of a teenager, he suddenly was a little bit stunned.

I have grown up a lot ...

His eyes were gentle and clear, deep and Shen Yi. Although his face was a little childish, his expression looked a lot more calm.

Some things, he can already shoulder it by himself.

In other words, since he was a child, he has been "carrying" ...

Mr. Xun Lao sighed slightly, "Nothing ..."

He looked at the ink painting, patted his shoulder, and said warmly, "New Year's Eve, have fun."

Mo Nod nodded and laughed: "Mr. Lao is well -being, I go back first."

"Well, okay."

Ink painting gave a gift, and respected.

After the ink painting, Mr. Xun continued to read Yu Jian.

Among the jade slips, the word "Taixumen forbidden Surgery" is written.

Mr. Xun looked at the forbidden catalog and was in contemplation ...

Mowing

Qingzhou City, Gu family.

Zhang Lancai, light light in the backyard.

Ink painting was putting the lantern with Yuer.

Yu'er blushed and fluttered, looking up at the red fish lanterns made by Mo Tong for him, and his expression was full of expression.

But turned his head to look at the ink painting, Yuer's expression suddenly became lonely, and he pulled his eyelids with a word, pitiful.

Mo Hui noticed that his mood was wrong, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Yuer asked silently for a moment, and whispered: "Brother Mo, are you leaving?"

Ink painting, "Who told you?"

Yuer shook her head, and then looked up at the ink painting, "They all said that after graduation, they will leave Taixu Gate and leave Ganzhou. Brother Mo is going?"

The "big block" in Yu'er's mouth is talking about the silly big Mo.

Mo Hua looked at Yuer.

Yuer's eyes, under the lighting of the sky, shined with a strong perseverance.

Ink painting does not want to lie to him, but only said lightly: "It's possible."

Yuer was even more lost.

Ink painting rubbed his hair, "People have sadness and joy, this is normal. In the future, Yuer will grow up.

The sound of ink painting is gentle and slowly penetrates into Yuer's heart.

Yuer gradually had the courage, nodded seriously, and then he was a little nostalgic and asked::

"Then I can see Brother Mo again in the future?"

Mo Hua nodded with a smile, "Yes, I will come to see you when you have time. Or one day, Yuer you have been strong, you can travel to Kyushu, we will definitely meet again."

"Wait for me to be strong ... I can still meet again ..." In Yu'er's eyes, he suddenly revealed his longing, and then nodded again and again, "Brother Mo, I must practice well, I will go to you in the future!"

The ink painting smiled gently, "Okay!"

Yuer also laughed, and the lights were reflected on his face, which looked naive and romantic.

Ink painting was relieved, but in the next moment, he trembled, the dragon soul resonated, and a blood red in front of him.

The lights in the sky reflected on Yuer's face, and it was as red as blood.

And this blood red, faintly constitutes a dragon shadow.

This **** dragon shadow, lined with red fire light, moved upstream on Yu'er's face, and then meandered, merged into Yu'er's Yintang, incorporated into his soul.

Ink painting trembled.

"…dragon?"

"Yuer's body flows ... the blood of the karma dragon?"

(This chapter is finished)