Bee Qiao stood in front of his small courtyard and watched Su Jing leave.

It wasn't until Su Jing's back disappeared for a long time that Bee Qiao retracted her gaze, and then lowered her head and pondered for a moment Suddenly, she raised her finger and drew a circle in her heart.

She smiled with Bee Qiao, turned around and went back, not sighing or lazy, meditating, sitting cross-legged, and began her practice.

Su Jing returned to the main hall, re-prepared the pen and ink, concentrated on his mind again, and began to prepare his second talisman, and soon, his mood was like an ancient well without waves, and his thoughts were floating like clouds, and the second time, he was 'stunned' and motionless

Six years of fingers, once awakened, the pen is gone!

This time there is no delay for a moment, this time the brushstrokes are sharp and restrained, and the soaring cultivation can be smoothly vented, from beginning to end Su Jing is sober, but it is a pity that this talisman zuihou failed to grasp it well, and it was really blind, and the great sword talisman turned into a few wisps of green smoke.

Su Jing shook his head, although he said that drawing talismans was for the 'process', he couldn't draw good things, and he couldn't help but regret it. Then he realized that the bee Qiao had come at some point, standing at the door of the main hall, looking at him with a smile.

Bee Qiao has a restrained temperament, but her eyebrows are born with a few layers of charm, because her smile is very pure and enchanting, it is a charming woman.

Su Jing put away his pen and nodded to Bee Qiao: "How is your cultivation lately?"

"It's very good, I have a lot of thoughts, I have a clear mind, and I have already understood the little true one. Bee Qiao replied with a smile, looking happy: "I don't know if this shijie didn't break the realm of the heavenly tribulation, or if there was a calamity but did not hit the outsiders, and after breaking the comprehension realm, he failed to usher in the heavenly tribulation." My body has not been purified, but I can feel that my cultivation has grown and my lifespan has increased. ”

After six years, the bee Qiao was rebuilt after the break, and the fourth realm was successfully completed.

Su Jing rejoiced for her and asked, "What about the next realm, what are you going to do?"

"Take it here. After a pause, Bee Qiao said again: "No matter what happens, cultivation can never be put down. I just don't know if there is a big vein in this shijie. If so, I would like to be able to rush here. ”

Although the shijie created by Brother Eleven is nondescript, there are all kinds of evil. Su Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Yes! and it's very close." You're lucky, come with me!"

It is no coincidence that the place where the Ruins of the Bone King is located is on the edge of a burning ground. Instead, Su Jing deliberately chose a place where the fire was burning to house the palace. He used his will to cover the palace. Take the bees out of the palace and go to the edge of the earth.

On the way, Su Jing said to Bee Qiao: "There are earth evils and Tiangang here. However, it is easy to rush, but it is difficult to take the gang, and the Tiangang here is the Yuanling storm that you and I have seen. ”

The storm was too cranky. Su Jing is difficult to approach, only powerful people such as the Langlang Fairy can play in the meantime, and it is tantamount to a dream that Bee Qiao wants to collect some Gang Qi and turn it into his own use. Bee Qiao doesn't care, the famous disciples will not despair easily, let alone complain at will, the four words "peace and security" will always be wrong, and he shook his head with a smile: "The matter of seizing Gang, let's talk about it after Chong Sha." ”

When she reached the edge of the earth's evil, Su Jing's original intention was to stay for her for the time being, to help her survive the most sinister beginning of the Chongsha realm. And Bee Qiao still shook her head, she didn't need to protect the Dharma, she could handle it herself.

Practice, family affairs, no matter how strong others are, they can't overstep their bounds, Bee Qiao has his own plans, Su Jing does not persuade him, he said goodbye and left after a few words, and when he was leaving, Bee Qiao suddenly stopped Su Jing again, she smiled: "Xiexie you." ”

Su Jing didn't feel that he had anything to thank for leading the way, so he waved his hand and went back to the palace.

The palace went around for a while, everyone was still in retreat, and they didn't listen to the refining of the vine thief and Xiangliu after two vicious battles, and they realized that with their cultivation and foundation, a retreat of three or five hundred years is nothing, and it has only been cultivated for more than ten years, and it is not worth making a fuss. What really surprised Su Jing was the three corpses, and the three dwarves were in retreat, and they really didn't come out.

They don't know how to spell, retreat or something, is it fun?

While laughing in his heart, he secretly informed the leader of the evil monk in the temple on the outskirts of Beijing, and soon the other party's mind was transmitted to Su Jingzhihai, the temple was peaceful, and there was no movement. On the contrary, the blind boy worked diligently, and won the favor of the deacon, and he was promoted even if his salary was raised, and he changed from lighting the fire himself to directing other servants to burn the fire. When the position is promoted, there are naturally benefits: every year, you can get medicine from the master in the temple, good things, and Dansan, which is really good for longevity and difficult to cultivate in the mortal world.

Ordinary people, if they don't practice, their lifespan is about the same as that of the Eastern Tuhan people, and seventy is rare. And the temple servants can be given medicine by the master, and then practice the qi cultivation kung fu passed down in the temple, and can live for two or three hundred years, for mortals this is creation, for the temple, the demon monks seek stability, and naturally hope that those trustworthy servants can work more.

In this way, Su Jing was really saved from a lot of trouble, or when the life of the fire boy was up, he would have to find a way to use other identities to blend into the temple, and now, at least in the last two or three hundred years, there is no need to worry about this.

The temple is fine, the people have not moved, Su Jing will practice here!

Pen and ink preparation, Su Jing painted the talisman for another forty years of peace and quiet, Su Jing meditated, captured the spirit rhino, waved the pen to make a seal, and was in the enemy, his practice was calm and stable.

Not only Su Jing, Buting, Xiangliu, the three corpses, and the bee Qiao, all these people from Middle Earth are calm and stable.

There is also a person from Middle Earth in the Realm, Sugar Man and Ye Fei.

Ye Fei was still sitting in the northwest of Qiujiang, in the desolate valley, the fire in the huge refining furnace had long been extinguished, the fire was extinguished, the furnace was cracked, Ye Fei didn't feel sorry for anything, and practiced until the furnace couldn't bear it.

The scenery in this deserted valley actually looks like a sword mound at first glance, with countless long swords inserted all over the mountain rocks. Ye Fei was sitting on a black and red boulder, looking at his palms by the light of the sky, concentrating, looking at his left palm motionlessly, looking at it for seven days like a fool.

Suddenly, Ye Fei's right hand stretched out, plucked from the palm of his left hand like a burr, pulled out the palm of his left hand, the lifeline in the palm pattern disappeared, and between the two of Ye Fei's right hand, there was a small sword like a silver needle.

The small sword flickered, turned into seven inches, and then flickered into a three-foot Qingfeng!

The palm pattern is the life pattern, and the palm pattern to hide the sword is to raise the sword with life, and this kind of evil method is not inherited from the mountain.

Dancing the two sword flowers, Ye Fei carefully looked at the long sword in his hand, there was no expression on his face, he couldn't talk about satisfaction or disappointment, the expected result, a decent sword.

After seeing the 'Destiny Pattern Sword', and then 'drawing a sword' from the left palm, the wisdom pattern disappeared and turned into a second sword, which is not as good as the Destiny Pattern Sword, the luster of the Wisdom Pattern Sword is dim, the sharp and unopened sword body is soft, and it has not yet been raised.

Ye Fei hesitated, the double swords returned to the palm pattern, and with a wave of his sleeves, the countless long swords that were obliquely inserted in the deserted valley were all in his pocket, and the fisherman's painted skin was put on his body again, and the swords were not all raised, but it didn't matter, they could be raised while killing.

Without waiting, Ye Fei got up:

Go to Chunjiang, enter the Beijing Division, and kill the emperor!

However, after he came to the vicinity of the capital, he changed his mind, and he heard one thing: two hundred and eleven years later, the whole number of the ancestors who ruled the world will be celebrated!

10,000 years. Even if the Xiu family has a long lifespan, it can't wait for 10,000 years, and the fisherman who has seen the capital covered in rust from afar pondered for a while, smiled, and felt that he was lucky, as long as he waited for another three and a half jiazi to catch up with this big excitement.

Two hundred and eleven years, not long or long, Ye Fei turned around and went back to Qiujiang, he was happy, so he forgot: sixty years ago, he visited the palace at night, and once spat out a wild saying, 'Kill the emperor in a hundred years'.

Not to mention this '100-year-old promise'.

One hundred years, uprooting Xie Lou from heaven and earth, one hundred years, breaking the mountain with a single sword, one hundred years, making Su Jing regret letting himself go Su Jing died, zuihou will not count a 'hundred years'. In fact, Su Jing didn't die and didn't count, what a hundred years and two hundred years, he said it and forgot it.

However, what he forgot was the age, and he always remembered what he had to do

"It's a nail anymore. "Middle earth shijie, east soil southeast, from the foot of the mountain Jianjian'er's tone is a little embarrassed.

Sister Shuangshu, with the same mind, Jian Sui'er understood what Sister was thinking, nodded and said, "Su Jing is gone, sixty years." Shuangshu was ordered to go out of the mountain to do errands, and now she has just come back, and she has not yet entered the mountain gate, and when the sisters chatted in private, they commensurate Su Jing with her name, and did not mention her seniority. Especially Jian Sui'er, she always felt awkward when she called him 'Uncle Shi', and she still remembers that Su Jing's ass was not very round.

With a shallow sigh, Jian Sui changed the topic: "I don't know what happened to Uncle Lin's ancestor." "Ten years ago, Lin Qingpan, a disciple of the generation of Lishan, returned from outside the mountain, just like He Yu back then, he received a line of mystery, and the flying immortals were expected to close the dead pass after returning to the mountain, and there was no movement for ten years

When she came to the mountain gate, Shuangshu saw three people respectfully saluting the mountain.

They are all mortals, they look like a family of three, not too young parents with a four or five-year-old doll, adults and children all look tired and dusty.

Jian Jian'er asked the disciple on duty at the mountain gate what was going on.

"Qiqi two uncles, this pair of parents want to send their children to the mountain to practice, Deacon Liu has already seen it, but it can't be done, but they refuse to leave, it's been seven days, and I've persuaded it several times. The disciple guarding the mountain gate shook his head. Every year, I don't know how many people come to leave the mountain to seek the way, but the mountain has its own standards, and without that qualification, even if you enter the mountain, you will sit for decades and grow old, but it delays a good life.

This kid has mediocre qualifications, and he is an ordinary person.

Shuangshu sighed together, the two girl sisters were honest and lively, but they were all exactly the same soft heart, and walked forward and said to the parents: "Lishan is a place of cultivation, although it is the right way, but it is not a good person, if you say no, it is useless for you to be so stubborn, but it has caused the child to suffer, go back quickly." The scenery around here is also good, since you brought the children out to visit, just come out to play. ”

But the mother shook her head. (To be continued......)