Reborn as a wolf

Chapter 75 Stealing the Golden Elixir ([-])

Before the golden core, Yuan Yang cannot be vented.

This sentence is the words of the monk at the peak of Jindan in Bibotan, Mount Jiuhua, admonishing Tang Hui. Throughout the life of Song Zhiming, a disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect, he never let go of Yuanyang.

To put it bluntly, it is the rhythm of an old virgin.

This is what Tang Hui has been struggling to suppress###, at most it’s just an addiction, unless there is an earth-level or even celestial-level combination of dual cultivation skills, in front of seeking immortality and proving the Tao, all thoughts are vain, just like the Buddha The four elements of the family are all empty, which coincides with each other.

Tang Hui never stayed away from the VIP building, but climbed onto the roof of the VIP building, stepped on the glazed tiles, raised his head slightly at 45 degrees, facing the bright moon in the sky, and said with emotion: "Life is really lonely like snow."

The moonlight is intoxicating.

At this time, there was a burst of weeping and faint pipa sound in a trance, low and soft, like babbling between sympathizers, whispering in the ears.

Tang Hui raised the corners of his mouth. The Dao Heart, which was originally full of desire and agitated, actually drifted away with the wind amidst the weeping sound of the pipa. Following the source of the sound, Tang Hui walked through the air, growing lotuses every step of the way. .

After walking for about an incense stick, they got closer and closer to the source of the sound, but were stopped by two law enforcement disciples in black robes from the Yaoshenzong who came from Yujian. One of them bowed slightly and clasped his fists and said, "Senior Song! , the front is the forbidden area of ​​the God of Medicine Sect, please stop."

"Forbidden place?"

Tang Hui rubbed his chin, and said in a waned mood, "Who is playing the pipa in the middle of the night, disturbing people's dreams?"

"This one……"

The two black-robed deacons hesitated and hesitated to speak.

At this time, the sound of the pipa stopped suddenly, and a soft voice came out, saying like the sound of nature: "The visitor is a guest. Since there are distinguished guests visiting late at night, you should leave."

"Yes."

The two black-robed deacons responded respectfully, and then one of them said to Tang Hui: "Senior Song, since my master invites you, please come in."

Owner?

It was the first time Tang Hui heard the black-robed deacon of the God of Medicine Sect address someone else as his master. According to common sense, even if he was the head of the God of Medicine Sect, the black-robed deacon would at most respectfully call him the head of the sect, but he would not call him master. To call it, you must know that every cultivator cultivates immortality and proves the Tao with his own heart to prove the heart of heaven, so how can he be willing to serve others as the master?

There was a hint of weirdness in this matter, and Tang Hui moved forward cautiously as if walking on thin ice.

After walking for about two or three miles, I saw a small independent courtyard that didn't fit in with the layout of Yaowang Valley. It was surrounded by a circle of fences, and the fences were covered with green vegetables and fruits. Inside the fence was a thatched cottage. In front of the house, a woman in white clothes, white boots and white socks, her white hair tied with a white ribbon, her face covered by a white gauze, only revealing a pair of bright and charming eyes, stood in front of the door holding a pipa in her arms.

Like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, she is graceful and graceful.

For a moment, Tang Hui looked a little bewildered, and felt that his late-night visit made the beauty abrupt.

When he was looking at the woman, the man was still looking at him. Neither of them spoke first. The woman covered in white gauze continued to caress the pipa, but it was no longer the whimpering sound of the pipa, but The sound of ding-dong spring water with big and small beads falling on a jade plate.

Tang Hui sat cross-legged, wandering in the sound of the pipa, as if he saw the murmur and trickle of running water.

The sound of the pipa is sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes affectionate, and sometimes sad.

Slowly unfolding like a beautiful picture, or bright, or dim, or elegant; and like drinking, or fragrant, or strong, or mellow.

This melody must be around the beam for three days, and the lingering sound will not stop.

Tang Hui was deeply involved and couldn't extricate himself.

The sound of the pipa gradually came to an end, but Tang Hui still sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, oblivious to himself, and actually entered a mysterious state of enlightenment. The woman in white didn't bother her, but waited quietly.

The gods are clear, and the gods are clear.

On the ground in the Consciousness Sea of ​​the Lingtai, the Daoist script of Hongjun Daozu Zixiao Palace’s sermon originally transcribed by Tang Hui’s soul actually flashed bursts of dazzling golden light.

The two leaf petals that germinated from the fingernail-sized piece of good fortune jade plate unexpectedly thrived at a speed visible to the naked eye at this time, growing from two leaf petals to twelve leaf petals, and a broad bean-sized flower bud bloomed in the center , in bud.

Tang Hui's soul, which was flickering due to the great loss of mental power, actually stabilized, and then slowly shrunk to the size of the tip of his little finger, sitting cross-legged on the broad bean-sized flower bone, absorbing the good fortune radiated by the flower bone, and participating in good fortune.

The five uncles who had entered a state of metamorphosis due to devouring the flesh and blood of the immortal clone, unexpectedly woke up at this time, two small antlers appeared on their foreheads, and they swallowed and swallowed the good fortune escaping from the flower bone, turning the dragon into a dragon.

……

The east was gradually turning pale, but Tang Hui still hadn't woken up. The woman in white frowned slightly, and stopped talking to Tang Hui who was sitting cross-legged in the fenced yard, and entered the thatched cottage on her own.

And Anwen Tang Yan, who didn't sleep all night in the VIP building, was in a hurry. The master didn't come back all night, so he didn't go to the room of the big-breasted woman and slept all night, right?

Tang Yan got up with hands and feet, and sneaked to Ye Yingxiu's room next door. The door was open, and there was no one in the room.

Tang Yan hurriedly called the maid to inquire, but the maid didn't know Tang Hui's whereabouts, and then asked about the whereabouts of the big-breasted woman, and the maid said that Miss Ye was practicing swords in the bamboo forest.

practice sword?

What kind of sword did that big-breasted woman practice early in the morning?How can she know how to use swordsmanship!Where is it not for practice, what kind of bamboo forest do you have to go to?

Could it be that the master is teaching her how to practice swords?

Tang Yan tidied up her clothes, asked the maid to lead the way, and led her to the bamboo forest to see what kind of sword that big-breasted woman was practicing.

In the bamboo grove, Ye Yingxiu raised a bamboo sword with both hands, maintaining the movement of stabbing straight with the sword, without moving a muscle.

Tang Yan squatted to the side uninterestedly, watching Ye Yingxiu standing there stupidly motionless, motionless like a wooden figure, what kind of swordsmanship is this practicing?

"Hey, woman with big breasts, have you seen where the master is?" Tang Yan looked around, but still did not see the trace of the master, so she yelled at Ye Yingxiu.

Ye Yingxiu remained silent, staring intently at the tip of the bamboo sword.

"I'm talking to you." Tang Yan ran up to Ye Yingxiu angrily, grimaced, and said, "Are you dumb?"

Ye Yingxiu remained silent, motionless.

"Yoah."

Tang Yan suddenly became angry. Ye Yingshou had always been upset, but the point was that the pair of big winter melons on her chest were upset. She has three levels of Qi training, and this woman with big breasts only has one level of Qi training, which is two or two levels taller. , it is not easy to deal with her.

In addition, she has a purple sword given to her by her master to cut iron like mud, while Ye Yingxiu has nothing more than a bamboo sword in her hand. You can tell which is better and which is worse.

"Ignore me, right? Alright, it's alright." Tang Yan reached out and grabbed Ye Yingxiu's big breasts. She hated the pair of big winter melons on Ye Yingxiu's chest the most.

Ye Yingxiu moved a step to the left, dripping with sweat, and said angrily, "Tang Yan, what are you doing?"

Tang Yan rolled her eyes at Ye Yingxiu, and said with a sneer, "So you can move. I thought you were immobilized. Why is everyone starting to practice swords today? The sun is coming out from the west?"

"You don't need to worry about it." Ye Yingxiu was interrupted by Tang Yan to practice swords, but she didn't show any good looks to her, and said calmly: "I don't need to report to you about what I do."

"That's right." Tang Yan nodded, with a mocking smile on her lips, and said, "Ye Yingxiu, should I call you Mistress after a while?"

Ye Yingxiu took out a handkerchief from her waist, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said, "You can call me whatever you want, anyway, don't disturb my sword practice now."

"Sword practice?" Tang Yan sneered, and said, "Standing there motionless, like a wooden stake, is this also called sword practice?"

Ye Yingxiu was indifferent to Tang Yan's ridicule, and said: "How I practice sword is my business, I will tell you one last time, how you want to play is your business, but please don't disturb my sword practice, Otherwise I..."

Before Ye Yingxiu finished speaking, she was interrupted by Tang Yan. Tang Yan stretched out her hand and pulled out the purple sword on her back, and said, "What else? Shall I make gestures with me, or tell the master?"

"Hmph, master is not willing to beat me, it's useless for you to complain." Tang Yan added.

"Give and gesture."

As Ye Yingxiu said, she clenched the bamboo sword tightly in her hand and stabbed with the sword. It was the simplest sword move that she had practiced hundreds or even thousands of times in the past few days - stabbing.

The tip of the bamboo sword pointed at Tang Yan's throat an inch, Tang Yan did not dare to move, and then said: "You are lying, you have not shouted yet."

Ye Yingxiu sneered, slowly retracted the bamboo sword, and said, "If I were your enemy, would I tell you in advance? Or should I wait until you are ready before using the sword?"

Tang Yan remained silent.

Ye Yingxiu continued: "I might as well tell you that the reason why I practice swords is not to be a burden and a burden to him, not to help him in times of crisis, but at least to have the power to protect myself so as not to distract him .And you, in times of crisis, just yell 'Master, Master' or something like that."

"If you regard me, Ye Yingxiu, as a vase for decoration, you are very wrong. Well, I won't tell you anymore. If you want to play and make trouble, go to other places to play and make trouble. It disturbs my sword practice."

Tang Yan trembled slightly, she didn't even hold the purple sword in her hand, it slipped to the ground.

Ask yourself, although you hate the woman in front of you, what she said does make sense.During the few months of following the master, I have been playing the role of the master's burden. On the bank of the Bibo Lake in Jiuhua Mountain, didn't I just run for my life while shouting for the master?

"sorry."

This was the first time Tang Yan apologized to someone, and also the first time she apologized to someone she hated. She let the tears of grievance well up in her eyes, Tang Yan bent down and grabbed the purple sword on the ground, and ran away crying.

Looking at Tang Yanweiwei###'s shoulder, Ye Yingxiu sighed softly. Did what she said just now be a little too serious? She is just a child.