Hearing Fu Bao say that he would open the dojo, Liu Qinghuan slapped him with his backhand: "Forget how we came here? Forget why I even changed the Taoist number? There is still a Mahayana monk behind me who is ready to kill me at any time, if he finds out about his whereabouts, where can I find such good luck to escape again." ”

As a Mahayana monk, the dove may appear in the Qing Ming at any time, so he can't do things that are too showy.

Like opening a dojo, to a large extent, it takes continuous accumulation of fame and prestige in order to attract more people to listen to his commentary, which is very inconsistent with his usual low-key style.

"But ......," Liu Qinghuan muttered, "Although you can't open a dojo, you can still do other things, such as going to fight a few battle rings." ”

In the Nine Heavens Clouds, if you want to obtain all kinds of rare cultivation resources here, in addition to using expensive spirit stones, you can also exchange them in other ways, opening a dojo is one of them, and going to the fighting platform is another.

Compared with other ways, the fighting platform is obviously a way that ordinary monks are more accessible and more enthusiastic about, and when they go on the stage to fight, the people watching the game can bet according to their will, and as long as they win, they can get a dividend according to their respective odds.

Of course, there are not many people who are generally smaller than the fighting platform, and the dividends will not be too much, but if you go to participate in the life and death fighting platform, the income will be extremely considerable.

After Liu Qinghuan weighed left and right, he had a note in his heart: "Don't give me ideas here, don't be in a hurry to open up sources and reduce expenditure, anyway, I'm going to retreat for a while, and I'll make plans later." ”

He patted Fu Bao's head with his hand, and instructed as he walked into the house: "The first day of the new year is now in charge of the affairs of the small cave, and the outside affairs will be handed over to you and the incarnation, don't run around on weekdays, this place is full of overhauls, don't make trouble outside." ”

Leaving behind the dissatisfied muttering Fu Bao, Liu Qinghuan came to the outside of the Ruyi Hall in the cave, put his hand on the stone door, and then closed his eyes and concentrated.

When the door was opened again, the originally empty hall had become a vast world, under the clear sky, thousands of green bamboo sticks rustled with the wind, and a bend of the stream bypassed the edge of the forest and merged into the lake not far away.

Liu Qinghuan, who was born in the bamboo forest mountain of the Wenshi School, transformed the Ruyi Hall into the environment he was most familiar with, so that he could sit cross-legged on a flat stone in the glade, and a stone crystal the size of a human head appeared at the same time.

Liu Qinghuan began to retreat and practice the art of refining the body, but on the other side, Xue Yi, the golden-bodied puppet who had disappeared all day long, came to the bottom of a mountain peak.

"Please stay!"

A monk flashed out, and although he said the word "please" in his mouth, he directly blocked his way very unceremoniously.

"This peak is the peak of the Wuwei mountain people, today my master has something to close the door to thank the guests, the dojo is temporarily closed, if the Taoist friends come to listen to the sermon, please come again in three days. ”

"Hehe, it seems that the mix is good, they have all opened the dojo......" Xue Yi chuckled hoarsely twice, and said to the monk guarding the mountain: "I'm not here to listen to the sermon, you go and report to He Niu, just say that his benefactor has arrived, and it's time to fulfill some of the promises he made back then." ”

The mountain guard looked at him suspiciously, and saw that he was wearing a heavy black robe covering his head and face, and his cultivation did not seem to be high, coupled with his sneaky deeds and unknown words, he was secretly displeased.

"Who is He Niu? My master's surname is Xiahou, and he is the chief disciple of Suhua Tianqing Weidao Ancestor, highly respected and well-known, you Mao Xiuye Dao who came from nowhere, dare to go to my incense burner peak and talk nonsense! I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise I will be unkind!"

saw that the other party suddenly raised his hand, and a black light flew towards him.

The mountain guard shook suddenly, but when he saw that the flying thing was just a token, he couldn't help but be shocked and angry: "How can you have my master's private order?!"

Two cold rays of light shot out from under the black robe, and a majestic momentum gushed out: "There are some things that you shouldn't know, it's best to keep your mouth shut." ”

Seeing the monk flee up the mountain in a hurry, Xue Yi laughed maliciously twice, but the light in his eyes flickered non-stop, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It was not long before the monk went and returned, this time with a very respectful attitude, and invited him up the mountain with a low brow.

The pine waves are bursting, the stream is murmuring, under the big sun, I don't know how many secrets are buried in the years, those who know know, those who don't know, may not have the opportunity to know in the future.

Half a day later, Xue Yi reappeared, his body was as light as the wind, and he could see that he was in a very good mood, but when he saw him flying up, he flew towards the Sangu Mountain hanging in the air.

If Liu Qinghuan was here at this time, he would definitely be surprised and envious, just because Sangu Mountain was open to the public on a major festival or some special days, and there were very few people who could go up on weekdays, and the conditions for entry were extremely harsh.

I don't know what means Xue Yi used, what happened after seeing the Wuwei Mountain Man, and he was so easily qualified to enter Sangu Mountain.

Let's put Xue Yi aside and talk about it later.

For a monk in retreat, time can sometimes pass very quickly. They will spend countless hours on cultivation, forgetting all the things in the red dust, and only focusing on the Tao.

Five years later, on an inconspicuous small platform in the Nine Heavens Clouds, a physical cultivator with an ordinary face appeared.

This man was thin and unnoticed when he first appeared on stage, and only the people fighting him noticed that something was wrong when they received a fist.

"Bang!"

The light curtain that shrouded the fighting platform shook violently, and the monk who was thrown out clutched his chest with qi and blood surging, his face showing surprise and disbelief.

"You cheat!"

As soon as he flicked his sleeve, a yellow light flew out.

The hidden edge pulled out a long mark in the air as deep as a muddy wave, and the buzzing scream made people feel disturbed, only to see a huge fist shadow slammed over.

With another loud bang, the power that almost turned into substance exploded, and the ripples spread out like a river boiling over the sea, and a small sword shot back from the chaotic whirlpool, and thud into the specially reinforced hard stone ground with a "pop".

Looking closely, the body of the little sword was covered with spider patterns, and with a soft wail, it shattered.

"You, you, you......" The monk was dumbfounded for a moment, wiped his face, and reluctantly chose to give up: "I lost." ”

"Take!" The person on the other side arched his hand and was about to step down to settle the few dividends with the monk who supervised the war, but was stopped again.

"You're the one who has been on the ring every once in a while lately, and hasn't lost a single one, right?" the monk jumped up from the ground and said, "I've heard of you, I don't know when you'll come back next time, so I'll make a bet!"