Li Qingyue pursed her mouth, a little embarrassed.

The Mohai royal family has always been made up of mortals as emperors, in fact, many times, it is more than enough to do something.

Fortunately, now Western Qin has almost destroyed the worship of Chaohui Mountain.

Li Qingyue got the news a few days ago that the Nine Sons of Western Qin had been standing on the Eighteenth Side of the Nine Mountains for several days.

Qin Qiu died, how could Xi Qin do nothing?

The nine sons of Western Qin were all raised to specialize in killing.

A big boat slowly drove out of the mist of Luoshui, and the person holding the boat was like a black spot compared to the boat, and the scene was extremely comical.

The long song is very happy, but it is driven by manpower, which really makes people feel an inexplicable sense of joy.

The withered yellow bamboo pole in the hands of the penny man grows many roots when entering the water, and these roots are directly inserted into the bottom of the river to absorb nutrients, and the originally dry bamboo slowly glows with new green.

When Changge Danghuan docked on the shore, the penny man gently put the penny into the water next to it, and a water bamboo forest was born here.

From the first time the penny man put it into Luoshui, he never lifted it completely out of the water.

This means that the roots of the penny are always in the water.

At this time, countless huge bamboo roots suddenly grew in the water, carrying Changge Danghuan away from Luoshui, and then tightly wrapped it in the roots.

All of them were monks, and they had lived for at least a hundred years, and they were no longer surprised by the miracles in the eyes of such mortals.

The originally bare banks of the Luoshu River, so suddenly there is a whole bamboo forest, which is very eye-catching on the empty plains.

And this bamboo forest is still expanding, as if it is going to grow all the way down Luoshui to the immortal forest in the west.

Cao Yi turned his head down and walked forward silently, and his heart was slightly touched.

The caster is gone, but the spell hasn't stopped. Was this a trick he used, or was it none of his business?

Looking back, the verdant bamboo forest has stretched for more than ten miles.

And the ragged and dirty man in front of him had only traveled a few dozen paces.

Everyone was walking, and at this time, there was no bamboo forest walking as fast, and in the blink of an eye, they were all in the bamboo forest.

Changge Danghuan and the crowd did not stop for much because of this, and finally followed.

"Huaduo, I saw your master a few days ago?"

Cao Yifeng stroked the bamboo flute, and one sentence broke through the dullness on the road.

"Pushan?" the kind fat monk called his master by his name, and there was no respect in his words.

"Well, he stopped me, and I broke his bowl. Cao Yizhi said.

"He's not dead?" the fat monk seemed a little disappointed, "that nosy old guy didn't die when he met you?"

"I don't have time to pay attention to him. Cao Yizhi was very helpless, "Next time I see you, I will give him a ride?" said and handed the fat monk a token.

"Thank you, sir. The kind-eyed Hua Duo took the token and narrowed his eyes.

Cao Yizhen said and looked at the white-faced scholar who was pacing lightly, and he was applying red rouge to his eyebrows.

Cao Yizhen, who knew about this kind of rouge practice, felt a wave of nausea in his heart, and he quipped: "Your teacher is almost unbearable, why don't you accompany him for a few years before he dies?"

Coffee table, Huaduo, they are actually similar in many ways, but they look down on each other.

Cao Yizhe's favorite thing is to tease this first, and then tease that.

A playful heart is the secret of immortality. Cao Yizhi knows it well.

"It's okay, it's early, I'll give him a ride when the time comes. Let him see if there is a hell on the ground and a Buddha in the sky. The bloody scholar's feminine smile was creepy.

Bloody scholar, although he said that he called himself a coffee table after joining the long song as a joy.

But he once had a name in Qi Yimen, called, Qi Xiuyun.

The penny man walked for a long time, and finally led everyone out of the bamboo forest.

He casually took out a boulder from the soil, threw it on the ground, and with a wave of his black dirty hand, three words appeared on the boulder: Zhulindu.

The big boat of Changge Danghuan was hidden in the depths of the bamboo forest, and Luoshui, which had no ferry, stopped at the bamboo forest ferry from then on.

Everyone knows that before the dove shallow refining the penny, this long song party has been stopped in the bamboo forest and cannot get into the water.

What's more, Luoshui is almost dry.

"Where are we going?"

Jiang Sisi still likes adults to assign tasks to her, and walking aimlessly like this always makes her feel like a waste of time.

Jiang Sisi understood that she had gone through hard work to catch up with the pace of everyone's cultivation, so she was extremely strict with her free planning.

"Fengxue-an. ”

The penny man threw down these words, and then stepped up to the blue sky, and said no more.

It's not that he doesn't know how to fly like a monk, it's just that he's spent too long walking on the road, and he's used to pacing leisurely.

Just when the people who sang and rejoiced were still in the sky, in a small temple in the deep forest of Fengxue Qianan, a young monk who was soaked wet was tirelessly practicing the Buddhist stick method.

"Don't ask, rest?" The old monk was both relieved and distressed when he saw that the apprentice was so diligent.

Fengxue An, as long as there is one person like this, the inheritance will not be broken.

Regardless of the fact that he had been practicing such penance day and night for eight years, the old monk knew why.

It's been eight years since the last time I saw it.

It's just spring, and the weather is still cold.

The temple is on high ground, and the temperature has not returned.

But the handsome young monk still looked like a summer day, dressed in a winter coat, and began to cultivate.

The Buddhist stick method has basically been practiced by him.

At this time, with his memory, he played the stick faster and faster, and the stick wind was about to fly the temple.

At a certain critical point, the old monk approached and grabbed the stick in his hand.

"I am a good Buddha, I don't ask, practicing sticks is to punish instead of killing, and to hurt instead of killing. Don't be murderous, boy. ”

The old monk spoke earnestly, he knew that he didn't ask but didn't say, but he was still extremely angry when he saw him refining the bowl again.

"Master, I still have to practice again. Cultivation is as deep as you, and I can only catch the thief's full strength, and my cultivation is low, and I still can't walk in the world. ”

Regardless of the firmness of his eyes, he knew that he could only use the stick in his hand to deal with those monks with swords and swords.

Fengxuean is famous for saving lives and helping the wounded, collecting corpses for people.

However, this young monk named Buwen didn't want to be able to bury the corpse every time, so he decided to become stronger.

"My Buddha has never relied on strong cultivation to walk in the world. "How did the old monk not understand the worries of the disciples?

It's just that the disciples of Buddhism shouldn't be fighting with others.

"The disciples know that I am a Buddha and a good Buddha. But the world will be chaotic, goodwill has nowhere to hide, and only a strong cultivation can find a place for the best in the world. ”

Without asking, he gently took the master's hand away, found a square open space, and continued to dance the wooden stick.

In fact, regardless of the fact that he has cultivated to the mortal realm, he is the best one of the generations in the Fengxue Nunnery, and he became one of the twelve holy monks of Buddhism at a young age.

However, he never went out of the temple gate in place of Fengxuean.

It's not that he's afraid of dying outside, but he just doesn't want to die outside and bother his fellow disciples to collect his corpse for him.