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The drizzle is idle, and the breeze blows through the forest.

The bamboo shadow comes into view, the plantain is verdant, and the stars are dotted.

Three or five cranes danced, and the cranes reverberated in all directions.

Someone stood with his hands in his hands, wearing a golden crown, wearing the Sun and Moon Lock God Killing Armor, pedaling deerskin boots, the instrument was magnificent, indispensable, and the third eye on his forehead opened and closed, penetrating time and space.

At first glance, it seems that the spear in his hand is not a spear, but a dragon that wants to go up to the sun and the moon for nine days.

Majestic, murderous, and has a sharpness that can break through mortal dust.

It was the Martial Dao Venerable in the Heavenly Court who was famous.

At this time, Mo Ming was holding a long sword, his brows were furrowed, and the treasure armor on his body reflected the mottled color of pine and bamboo, and the light and shadow were intertwined, like time was rushing, and clouds came and went.

He grimaced, staring ahead.

There, the forest is sparse, the frost leaves rise and fall, and there is a little young man sitting on the root of the tree that is as curvy as a dragon, dressed in white, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, giving people a feeling of abundance like jade.

The little boy sat at the root of the tree, watching the leaves dotted and hit his coat, and the unknown birds poking their heads out of the branches, with a kind of peeping caution.

The young man is barefoot, playing the flute comfortably, there is really a wonderful music with him, cutting the clouds, rain and rain, I am the calm of the lord of the mountain.

If you look closely, you will find that the young man has a rui qi color light like the sun and the moon in the sky, which makes him even if he only has the cultivation of the primordial god realm, but every move has a temperament that is no less than that of a true immortal.

"Lu Xiujing,"

Mo Ming really couldn't stand it, he came out with a gun, walked like a mountain, and came to the young man's approach, condescending, with anger in his voice, and said, "You have been either playing in the mountains and rivers or stepping on the moon and chanting poetry recently, and you haven't done any cultivation, and you have wasted your talent in vain, what do you want?"

The third eye on Mo Mingming's forehead opened, like the sun and the moon, scorching brilliance, he stared at Lu Xiujing, and said word by word, "How many times have I told you, cultivation must be persistent, you must not be afraid of cold and heat, and you must cherish every moment!"

His voice is not small, and there is a kind of hatred that iron does not make steel.

Lu Xiujing originally played the flute to appreciate the pine and thinness, and her heart was full of wind and snow, but she was suddenly interrupted, and all her feelings just now retreated, and she couldn't help but feel a burst of depression.

It's just that when Lu Xiujing raised his head and saw Mo Ming, who was holding the three eyes of the Zhangba spear in front of his eyes, he felt a sense of powerlessness and said helplessly, "Whether I cultivate or not, it's my own business, don't worry too much." ”

"Hmph,"

Mo Mingming's eyes flashed, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, like a big dragon, he suddenly picked up Lu Xiujing, who was wearing a bun and fluttering in white, and said to the next one, "Don't talk nonsense, give me a good practice." ”

"You,"

Lu Xiujing was furious, so he wanted to get up, but when he saw the other party's indifferent eyes, and then thought of being beaten recently, he could only suppress his anger and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll cultivate." ”

He said it very reluctantly, very helplessly, but he had to do it.

The reason is very simple, the person in front of him is really reasoning with his fists and presenting the facts, he is very tough, and if he does not listen, he will be guilty.

"One day I'll give it all back. ”

Lu Xiujing is the age of blood and strength, although his luck is constantly in the sky, but he still has the thoughts of young people in his heart, and he will taste his courage now, and he will be crazy in the face in the future.

Mo Ming, as a martial arts saint, has a pure mind, and the martial arts spirit runs through the heavens and the earth, and he can see the changes in Lu Xiujing's demeanor at a glance, but he doesn't care.

He can't allow young people to waste their talents and talents, and that's what they have to do with hard work.

Since the other party doesn't understand, he has to whip himself.

Mo Ming was holding a spear, and behind him were the sound of wild birds in the forest, and the idle clouds were scattered, and he was thinking about things with his brows twisted.

Since he went to the lower realm, there has been a message from the King of Heavenly Fortune Pavilion, and there are a lot of good talents and beautiful jades he has found, and his qualifications and luck are stronger than those of his own year.

Among all the people I have seen, this Lu Xiujing's luck qualification is the most outstanding, he is a veritable son of luck, and he has a mighty heavenly fortune, even if he has seen it in so many years, it is very rare.

But this little guy with amazing luck just doesn't like to cultivate, and is too lazy and lazy.

At this time, the rainbow light in the sky rushed into the sky, through time and space, vast, deep and secluded, and the surrounding turn was a deep sound of water, across the boundless shore.

The golden and black light, grinding up and down, condensing and sprinkling.

There is brilliance in the light, and the sound is wonderful, and the fragrance is born.

Then, listen to a clear and bright long roar, like a dragon's chant, like a phoenix, like a crane, and then there is a tall and ten thousand feet of law to rise in the sky, the body is like glass, not stained with cause and effect, stepping on the black water, Qingyun 10,000 acres on the gate of heaven, on it, ten thousand golden lamps hang down, the wisps of light are intertwined, condensed into the phase of the treasure bell, engraved with fine and dense seal inscriptions, from top to bottom, permutation and combination, containing the domineering of dominating all gases.

The law is in the air, the sound of the water is rustling, he holds a portal in his right hand, it is ancient and simple, just open a little, you can see the thunder rolling inside, and it is irresistible.

Deep, restrained, domineering, powerful, immortal, eternal.

As soon as the law came out, he stretched out his hand, and a strong force rose on his palm, just a slight flick, and the sky curtain was opened, and the rain and clouds just now were all pushed aside, showing the background color like glazed mutton fat, and the layers of jade light shone brightly.

The next moment,

It is like throwing a boulder in a full deep pool, and a lot of azure rain overflows, dotted with stars, like tangible, like invisible, sprinkled with oceans, and permeates the surroundings.

Whoever comes into contact with the rain, the stone creatures, the craggy upwards, the arbors hide the green, the lush growth, the beasts and wild fowl, and the feathers are removed. The body rolls, and there is a posture of transformation.

Gan Lin didn't know where it came from, and it suddenly came, and there was auspicious light everywhere, and it was uncertain.

Mo Mingming stretched out his hand, lit Gan Lin on his fingertips, sensed the taste in it, and said, "Thinking of Gan Lin washing Tianqing, this is a vision of someone opening up the world, Dao fruit hanging in the air, and being promoted to a heavenly immortal." ”

"It is the people of the Immortal Dao who are promoted to the Heavenly Immortals. ”

Although Mo Ming is a martial arts venerable, he is of course very familiar with the qi of the Immortal Dao Heavenly Immortal, and his eyes burst out with amazing light, like the sun and the moon, magnificent, and cannot be forced.

"From. ”

Mo Ming didn't pay attention to Lu Xiujing, who was shocked by this scene for the first time, his body rose up, and the Zhangba spear in his hand shook, like a trapped dragon ascending to the sky,

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