I'm the Master of the Yellow Springs

"It's okay." Wu Lang said.

It's okay as a ghost.

Xing Hanhan rolled his eyes.

She was just a mortal who couldn't practice before, okay?

"Although it is said that the other party is blessed with luck, it is an exaggeration to say that he is similar to me." She took a closer look.

snort!

snort!

This junior apprentice's disciple has a very strange way of exercising.

A group of mountain spirits, carrying broadswords and long swords, slashed her from all directions!

"How is this going?"

Xing Hanhan poked Wu Lang next to him.

Before Wu Lang could answer, the tiger next to him quickly started claiming credit.

"This is the secret to practice."

The tiger said very charmingly: "I heard that this fighting race in ancient times was very manic. Their etiquette when meeting each other was to chop each other with a knife after meeting!"

"If you don't help with a chop after meeting, you are disrespecting the other person!"

"Just like when we meet and hold fists, they call it the killing ceremony!"

"Even when there are members of different clansmen who want to make breakthroughs in cultivation and are in need, they will gather their compatriots to help him fight with one sword and chop him with 60,000 to 70,000 knives!"

"Let's chop each other up when we meet?"

Xing Hanhan was shocked, "Is there anything so exaggerated about this race?"

She made up a picture in her mind.

A group of devilish muscular men met and stabbed each other until they bled, and then chatted. The scene was so beautiful!

Manic.

Coquettish.

This story told by my junior brother is really good at making it up, and it seems to be true, as if there really is such a tribe of berserker warriors.

Actually, there is.

Those sand sculptures and the Xixi tribe did chop each other when they met, and even fought with each other to practice and bleed every day.

Those muscular players in the Mental Reconstruction Department laugh and laugh every day, are very in need of cuts, and are complete masochists.

"Of course."

The tiger shook his head and said: "What is a sword tomb? The nemesis of swords! Exercise this holy martial body and absorb the meaning of swordsmanship and swordsmanship! Temper the body!"

“That’s it.” , Sword Intent, practice."

Her eyes were bright, and she could imagine that the technique developed by her junior brother was so mysterious.

After entering the foundation building period, it is time to exercise, eat knives, and eat swords!

Big consumer!

The broken sword absorbs the artistic conception in it!

In fact, the more powerful the sword, the stronger the artistic conception of killing, and the stronger the body after absorbing ancient famous swords, artifacts, and magic weapons.

"No wonder it's called Sword Tomb."

"It's really a tomb for magical weapons. It's so expensive."

Xing Hanhan sighed, "Before this, I only thought it was interesting when I saw this technique during the Qi Refining Period. It is during this foundation-building period that the amazing features of this technique truly blossom."

She could imagine the potential of this technique.

The swordsman, the nemesis of the swordsman, is crazily restrained and cannot be killed no matter how hard he cuts!

In the future, the only people who can harm this body cultivation are monks from various departments of magic.

However, this is even worse. Most of the magic monks with wind, fire, and thunder spiritual roots are fragile and not good at close combat. They must not be chased and crushed?

In game terms.

All the swordsmen and swordsmen in close combat were defeated by this berserker, and only the elemental damage crispy skin from a distance was effective against him.

As a result, a funny scene appeared: a muscular warrior chasing a bunch of crispy creatures. No one in the front row could resist this mad battle as a human shield!

"It's so disgusting." She felt that this technique was so malicious and she could only say that it was a bitch. The players were proficient in psychology and dirty tactics.

In this crazy battle, the essence of madness is revealed. Blood defeats melee combat, and then bullies the crispy ones behind, chasing them, and the more blood they have, the more powerful they become.

"Junior brother is amazing. This concept of the technique is hundreds of years ahead of the current practice world."

After watching for a while, she glanced at the tiger again: "Little tiger, it seems that you have Buddha nature now."

"Senior, of course."

The tiger was very thief, and he said with a smile: "I have been very wise a long time ago, and I am also a vegetarian and a natural Buddhist."

Xing Hanhan smiled: "Huh?? You are a big tiger, sterilize and become a vegetarian?"

The tiger clasped its paws together with a compassionate look on its face: "I never kill. I just feel that the other person is cold. I want to use my stomach to help warm the other person's body, and I want to use my body temperature to melt its cold body and mind."

Xing Hanhan's eyes suddenly brightened up, and he felt very kind. With a compassionate look on his face, he clasped his hands and said, "You little tiger in the foundation building stage, you are really my confidant! I have never killed a living being, not even a chicken. Come to think of it, my His personality has long been predestined with my Buddha.”

"Uncle Master, you are really awesome." Tiger said without moral integrity.

"Cough cough cough."

Wu Lang coughed twice, interrupting the two of them.

Xing Hanhan felt very happy and took out a small stick, "That disciple of yours is very special. I am a practitioner of stick skills, and I am also one of the weapons. I will help you chop a stick, and the battle body will absorb the strength of my stick." , the practice will definitely increase greatly."

Bang!

Bang bang!

She was in a very high mood, even if she restrained herself 99%, after beating her for a while, Xu Xinying was so happy that her whole body turned red, she lay on the ground and lay her body out, unable to get up again.

"Thank you, senior sister." Wu Lang said.

"It's okay, junior brother, let's get down to business." Xing Hanhan said: "This month has passed, things outside have become a bit fermented, and they are getting quite big, getting bigger and bigger. Jingzhou also knows about it, and they are probably looking for you. "

"Oh." Wu Lang had expected it.

He sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

"Why are you so calm?" Xing Hanhan was even more anxious than Wu Lang and said: "The origin of the news is not in Jingzhou. The major ancient sects in other places have tacitly blocked the news in Jingzhou. They have secretly crossed a continent and came to Jingzhou. , who would have known that now, some major local sects in Jingzhou have discovered you and started searching for you. They must find you, a mortal scholar, before the monks from other continents arrive."

"The great powers in the world, the immortals and gods all over the world are looking for you, a mortal scholar. Your reputation can be said to be as outstanding as ever."

She sounded gloating, "Originally, there are some things that you shouldn't know in advance, but now that it's reached this level, it's better to tell them."

"There is a huge difference in the level of wealth between the nine states."

"Especially in Jingzhou, the spiritual energy is extremely thin. It can be called a deserted land at the end of the Dharma. It is full of thorns and black soil. Mountain spirits are everywhere. The people are in dire straits. Only a few ancient ancient sects that have declined are surviving in it."

"And we, the Huangquan Holy Sect, have attacked those sects before. Several of their elders from the previous generations have disappeared. They were captured by us and sent to the eighteenth level of hell."

"At this time, all the great monks in the world have guessed that you are in Jingzhou, but even if you want to rush there, it will take you 20 to 30 years at the fastest before you can cross the various restricted areas surrounding the border of Jingzhou, the abyss of clouds and mist, and the sea of ​​suffering without seasons. , the ancient temple and the Forbidden Mountain enter Jingzhou."

"So, you only need to beware of the indigenous monks in Jingzhou."

"But it is meaningless to say so much. It is meaningless to you, a monk who has just started practicing. It will make no difference if I want to kill you."

Wu Lang nodded.

This good feeling is just comfortable.

If his favorability was not so high, it would be impossible for Xing Hanhan to be so nosy.

But are you timid?

Just stick to the plan. When they find out, the sea of ​​mountain spirits is growing and expanding exponentially, and no one can find them.

"Do you want to commit suicide and come back directly?" She suddenly said: "If you leave Jingzhou and go to other places, no one will know about you. This is a special method only available to our sect."

Wu Lang shook his head, would he be scared?

Let’s take a look at the situation first.

I don’t want to give up on the current cultivation environment of this mountain. I will wait until I can practice for a while.

Jingzhou.

Everywhere, the storm is rising.

"good!"

"good!"

"good!"

After several compliments in a row, I held the book and diary in my hand and couldn't put it down.

"In Jingzhou, things are going to change."

In another place, an old man who was educating his disciples suddenly smiled and said, "Strong winds arise at the end of green grass, and heroes arise from the ranks. In this era, talented people appear!"

"It's a pity that the scholar is going to die. Now he is in the foundation-building stage."

"Why?" A girl next to her asked curiously: "Shouldn't such a person be a hero? Shouldn't he be protected by various sects? He solved the animal disaster in our Jingzhou!"

Why is Jingzhou so barren?

Not only because of the geographical environment, the spiritual energy is thin.

Or because of the beast disaster, there are mountain spirits everywhere.

If the animal disaster is solved, Jingzhou may not be able to rise and rival the prosperity of several other continents. This is a great thing.

"Heroes always become martyrs."

The old Taoist shook his head, "Unless he can soar to the top during this period of time, turn Jingzhou into his sect's pure land, and cultivate great power on his own, is this possible?"

"Jingzhou is too big. We won't be the first to find him. When we find him, we will be able to visit his grave."

The old monk held his white beard and said, "I just hate that heroes and saints like me and I can't meet each other. We sigh and talk over wine. When we meet, we are separated by heaven and earth. Such a person needs a few more sticks of incense."

In a street in Jingzhou.

A middle-aged man carrying a coffin was drinking in a restaurant when he suddenly laughed wildly: "There is hope, finally there is hope."

He touched the coffin gently, as if he saw his lover, "That person can develop the skills for the mountain spirit, and he will definitely develop the skills for you. If you, a mortal who cannot practice, can set foot on the path of cultivation, we will no longer be immortals." Two partitions!”

"Finally you no longer have to sleep and suffer from longevity."

"If he doesn't agree, regardless of whether he is a great scholar or a good person for the sake of the common people in the world, I will go and beat him to death. The whole world can ignore it. I only want you!"

In a large sect in Jingzhou.

"Saint." A sword-wielding attendant walked out of the darkness.

"Elder, don't follow me anymore. The world is in chaos due to demonic disasters. I want to pay a private visit incognito and go out for a walk." She said coldly: "I have ethereal spiritual roots. I can come and go freely. There is no danger."

"yes."

The sound gradually faded away.

In a rural area.

An ancient Buddha wearing a worn-out cassock suddenly opened his eyes:

"Interesting, very interesting."

"I practice Mahayana Buddhism, cultivate myself, and use my own strength to build a big boat to ferry sentient beings across the river."

"His Hinayana Buddhism cultivates sentient beings, allowing them to build their own boats and cross rivers by themselves."

He kept mumbling.

The novice disciple next to him slowly said: "Master, do you also think that Hinayana Buddhism is correct? This subverts the foundation of our Buddhist tradition."

The old monk said lightly: "I just heard rumors. I don't understand the specifics and don't make any judgments. But what I want to say is that this scholar's thoughts have surpassed many people in ancient and modern times. He stands on the pinnacle of the long history and holds the truth. .”

"He traveled around the world and experienced hardships at the bottom. He did not just talk about it, but he united knowledge and action, did it, and accomplished it. I saw in him the same Buddha nature as mine."

"The spirit of saving the common people can only be possessed by a small number of people in this unequal and troubled world."

"He has!"

As a Buddhist writer, I have reached the ninetieth chapter and realized that I have never asked for recommendations or follow-up reading.

Please help me, viewers.

This new book issue is important!