I have a Qiankun Ring

Volume 2 is famous in Zhongzhou

An oxcart was slowly moving forward on a country road. Behind the oxcart lay an old man with gray hair. The old man was facing up and his face was flushed. The smell of alcohol wafting from his body could still be smelled even though he was far away.

Along with the smell of alcohol came thunderous snoring. On both sides of the cart were a middle-aged man and a young man. The middle-aged man had a long beard and a dark face, while the young man had a dark face and no beard.

The young man held the reins and stared forward, while the middle-aged man held a book and kept talking about something, sometimes with joy and sometimes with sadness.

The old man lying on the bullock cart turned over at this moment, and his thunderous snoring stopped suddenly.

Without the disturbance of snoring, the young man felt a little uncomfortable for a while, and unconsciously turned his head to look at the old man.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man coughed and reminded: "Drive well and don't look around!"

After hearing this, the young man put on a smile that was uglier than crying: "Master, when can we get to where we find our junior brother with this bullock cart!"

After hearing what the young man said, the middle-aged man put down the book in his hand, gently twirled his beard with his hand, and muttered: "Don't be in a hurry, just take things as they come! We will meet each other if we are destined."

Listening to the middle-aged man's words, the young man rolled his eyes at him and said in a weak and inaudible voice: "Since meeting the master, master, your words have become increasingly difficult to understand."

At this moment, the back of the young man's head suddenly stretched forward as if struck by lightning. The severe pain made the young man roll his eyes and almost fell off the bullock cart.

When the middle-aged man saw this, he grabbed him and then said with a smile: "Anyone who talks nonsense about the founder should be beaten!"

The gray-haired old man was sitting on the bullock cart at some point and his eyes suddenly narrowed with a smile when he heard the middle-aged man's words: "My disciple is ignorant, but after all he still has a sensible master."

The smile on the middle-aged man's face became even brighter when he was praised.

At this moment, the old man slapped the middle-aged man on the back of the head with lightning speed.

The severe pain caused the middle-aged man to burst into tears on the spot.

"Master, why is this?" The middle-aged man wiped the tears from his eyes and asked with an aggrieved look.

The old man smiled and touched his beard: "If the disciples are not strict, the teachers should be beaten!"

After hearing what the old man said, the young man burst out laughing. When the middle-aged man saw this, he immediately slapped the young man on the back of the head.

"Those who laugh at Master should be beaten!"

Seeing this, the old man showed a satisfied smile on his face, and looked at the middle-aged man with eyes filled with approval.

"Teaching by word and deed, the deep love between master and disciple is like water, it is the consistent tradition of our sect. Now you have finally shown me something worthy of praise, and it is not in vain that I have spent so much effort to bring you out. "

At this point, the old man took out two pills from his arms and handed them to the two of them.

"This elixir can refresh your mind and speed up your cultivation. After you take it, you can practice with peace of mind. It is only a matter of time before you can break through the current realm."

Hearing that the elixir in their hands had such a wonderful effect, the two of them couldn't help but feel happy, but after looking at each other, they hesitated.

After noticing the strangeness between the two of them, the old man asked: "Is there any problem? Are you still afraid that I, ancestor, will harm you?"

The middle-aged man shook his head hurriedly and said: "Disciple is just thinking, I don't know what is going on with my little disciple now. He is already dull. If this elixir can be kept for him to take, it can be considered as a good use."

Hearing this, the young man nodded repeatedly: "Master, junior brother needs this elixir more than me and master."

The old man heard what the two said, and the smile on his face was even brighter than before.

"Master and disciple accompany each other like children. Yes, yes. If it weren't for my ancestor's hard-hearted heart, I would have burst into tears when I saw this scene. Just take the elixir given to you with peace of mind. My disciple has a great opportunity. Man, you can’t miss this pill.”

After hearing the old man's words, a look of hesitation appeared on the two people's faces. When the old man saw this, he immediately became furious and said with all his hair and hair: "Do you think I am lying to you, ancestor? You should be beaten!"

After saying that, he raised his palm and prepared to hit the two of them on the back of the head. Upon seeing this, the two people's expressions changed and they stuffed the elixir in their hands into their mouths without any time to think.

The whistling palms suddenly slowed down and passed over the heads of the two of them like a breeze blowing on their faces. A wave of warmth spread from the top of their heads to their bodies.

The eyes of the two people who felt the warmth were filled with joy.

Use spiritual power to communicate with the warm current and begin to move towards the limbs and bones.

Seeing that the two of them were on the right track, the old man nodded with satisfaction: "You can teach me." ’

At this time, Lao Niu, who was pulling him in front, suddenly screamed. The old man's expression became serious when he heard it. He stretched out his palms and pinched them and said to the two of them: "Ancestor, I have something to do and I have to leave for a while. You guys just sit down, Lao Niu." If you are driving an oxcart, you must not change the route at will. If I find out, I will teach you a lesson when I come back."

The two people who had just received the old man's benefits unconsciously shrank their necks when they heard this: "Disciples don't dare!"

The old man jumped off the bullock cart and walked up to the old bull: 'Just keep an eye on them during this period. If they don't practice well and waste time, tell me when I come back! ’

"Moo!"

After the old man finished explaining to Qing Niu, he turned around and looked at the two of them with a smile: 'Ancestor, I'm leaving soon, don't you two have anything to say to me? ’

The two of them hurriedly smiled and said: "Have a safe journey, ancestor, we will miss you."

"No more?"

The young man seemed to remember something and said quickly: "When the ancestor comes back, I will brew you my best peach wine!"

The old man was delighted to hear that there was wine to drink. He looked at the middle-aged man and snorted: "Your disciple is better than you."

The middle-aged man could only smile.

The old man touched the back of the green ox and then disappeared.

The green ox pulled the ox cart forward again. The two looked around and slowly breathed a sigh of relief when they found that the old man had disappeared.

The young man said to the middle-aged man: "Master, is the master really gone?"

The middle-aged man looked around and whispered: "He should be on the road!"

As soon as the voice fell, the back of the two people's heads were shocked, and the severe pain made them cry again.

"Do you really think that the ancestor is dead?"

At this time, the two people showed miserable expressions on their faces: 'Ancestor, haven't you left? How can you still take action! ’

“You deserve to be beaten!”

Just when the two were about to be punished again, nothing happened.

The green ox snorted and mooed.

The middle-aged man felt a little relieved when he saw the green ox in such a state: “The ancestor should be gone.”

The young man did not dare to talk to him and looked ahead in silence. The pain behind his head was still coming.

After a while, the young man asked in a low voice: “Master, is the ancestor’s cultivation very high?”

“Yes!” The middle-aged man nodded.

“Then how high is his cultivation!”

The middle-aged man fell silent and did not know how to answer.

The ox cart slowly moved forward. At this time, the middle-aged man muttered to himself as if he had thought of something: ‘It’s about three or four floors high! ’

“Moo!”