Zhao Sanlang raised his sword and looked at the bald donkey in the clouds.

The sky is covered with yellow sand, broken walls and ruins, and the air is filled with disgusting smell. This time the world is in ruins.

"Old bald donkey, I really didn't expect you to be a spy..." Zhao Sanlang wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. The seventy-two palms he had just received were really not light. Fortunately, he had to bear it, but his condition was very poor. Now that the Thirteenth Realm is facing the Thirteenth Realm, Zhao Sanlang is somewhat dangerous.

The old monk looked down at Zhao Sanlang, folded his hands together, and shouted, "My Dharma name Juegen..."

"Bah" Zhao Sanlang spat at the high-ranking old monk and cursed: "Jugui? Is it the "Zugui" of "Zugui"? Old bald donkey, no wonder you became a monk and became a monk... Oh no, you became an evil monk!"

Juegen let Zhao Sanlang curse and stared at Zhao Sanlang lightly.

There is one thing that makes people most helpless, that is, no matter what you say, people ignore you.

Zhao Sanlang was a little tired of scolding. He glanced at the root of consciousness without any emotional changes, pointed to his nose and asked, "Why did you surrender to the enemy?"

Zhao Sanlang was a little confused. This great monk looked like a great monk, so how could he surrender to the demon clan?

Juegen looked at Zhao Sanlang who was angry and said lightly: "Submitting to the enemy? How does the donor Zhao think of the word "submitting to the enemy?" I traveled through mountains and rivers in my early years and thought that Buddha could save sentient beings. I studied the Heart Sutra at the age of thirty, and entered the ten realms of Taoism at the age of fifty. I have seen countless sinister human natures. People all say that the demon clan is chaotic and harming the world. Zhao Donor Zhao, you and I are all people on the mountain. I know the things on the mountain. The pickled and unbearable human nature has long been spread all over the world. Buddha can save sentient beings, but they have to use a special method. I am fortunate to have been to the extreme snow field in the north, and then I sit in the small town of Yunnan Erjiazi, waiting for the arrival of Zhao Donor..."

Zhao Sanlang frowned and held the long sword in his right hand. The sword was like a blue dragon, making a clear roar, knowing his master's intention to fight.

"Oh? Wait for me? It seems that I have been plotted against me too..."

Zhao Sanlang thought in his mind that no one knew about this matter, how could he be plotted against?

Juegen seemed to see Zhao Sanlang's doubts. Based on the monk's thought of compassion, he continued to say: "What do you think of Donor Zhao? Since someone can calculate the arrival of Yin San, then there are naturally someone in the extreme north who can calculate your arrival. Taoist divination is not a one-person person. Heaven's secrets cannot be revealed, but over the past thousand years, Tianji has leaked many times..."

Zhao Sanlang spit out the blood in his mouth and sneered: "One hundred and twenty years old, old bald donkey, you are so patient. I just said how could Daquan let a monk sit in Longyan Mountain? I'm afraid this is your plan? I'm planning on me, is it a black robe?"

Juegen nodded and said, "It's only 120 years, but when you open your eyes and close your eyes, a hundred years of time passes by. It was only when I saw the black robe that I realized how to save the world, which is really a blessing for Juegen..."

Zhao Sanlang snorted coldly and shouted loudly: "I will die in the morning and I will not eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name. Instead, you monks should be responsible for the three thousand ordinary people, without fighting, no resentment, and no regrets. If you do not pursue such "Tao", it will run contrary to the truth. If you don't say that the Buddha blames you, aren't you afraid that you will not be able to burn the relics when you die?"

Facing Zhao Sanlang's words, Juegen just put his hands together and said lightly: "I use my method to save the world. The Buddha said, "You can tell. Juegen uses a person's body to change the world's customs. Even if he dies, he can't burn out the relics? I come to the world for a while and leave no real objects after death..."

Zhao Sanlang was so angry that he raised his sword and pointed it at Juegen, shouting loudly: "Although I, Zhao Sanlang, was seriously injured, but our sword immortals are never afraid. Monk, Donghai seeking Taoist temple, and Sword Immortal Zhao Sanlang, I will ask you for some Buddhist scriptures..."

After the words came, Zhao Sanlang slashed out with a sword, and the sword energy spanned 30,000 miles and rushed straight into the sky, taking the monk's life.

However, the sword energy passed through the monk's body, and the latter disappeared like smoke. The sword energy went straight to the sky and rose thousands of feet high.

"Mirror Flowers and Water Moon?" Zhao Sanlang was so angry that he pointed at the sky and cursed: "Old monk, fight with me to death, don't use these three parts of heaven and earth to trap me Zhao Sanlang..."

After a word ended, Juegen's voice came from the sky: "Master Zhao, I am a monk. Monks take compassion as their compassion. When I go to the Ice Field, someone will fight you..."

After saying this, there was no sound.

Zhao Sanlang looked around, feeling upset and angry, and then reached out and waved his sword, heading straight towards the sky.

Outside the small world.

Juegen looked at the bowl in his hand and suddenly cracked a thin slit. Juegen covered it with his hands, blocking Zhao Sanlang's second sword.

"The sword immortal at the Thirteenth level is indeed quite unreasonable..."

Juegen looked at the distant north, slowly stood up, stepped out, stood on the top of Longyan Mountain, stepped on it with one foot, and then flew into the sky and left here.

After he left, he saw that the Longyan Mountain, which had been standing for thousands of years, began to collapse and the rocks continued to fall.

———

Qing Ruoqian was not at home, and the old man Qingyunshan was not at home. Qingji, who was in a hurry to report the situation, had to return to Qinghuayuan. As soon as he entered, he saw Qingyao flying towards him, but because he ran too fast, he tripped the steps and was about to fall out of a dog to chew mud. Fortunately, Qingji was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and supported Qingyao.

When Qingyao stood firm, Qingji wondered what was wrong, she felt a little itchy on her legs. She saw the ink-eating rat grabbing his clothes and crawling upwards, not afraid of Qingji at all. She even climbed too much on Qingji's shoulders and lay down, sitting on both feet, and her forelimbs were constantly tidying her beard, looking cute.

After Qingyao stood firm, she saw the scene in front of her. Then she saw Qingji, and then looked envious and said, "Brother Ji, why aren't you afraid of you? Sister Jiu and I teased it together, but it likes to ignore it..."

Qingji looked at the courtyard and then found that Jiubai was sitting on the stone bench, just like white snow.

"Why are you running so fast? You almost fell..."

It would be fine if Qingji didn't say this, but when Qingyao was said, she felt sad. In addition, seeing that Xiao Tuantan liked Qingji so much, she even shed tears in an instant.

Qingji thought he had spoken a lot, so he quickly squatted down. Xiao Tuantun lost his center of gravity and grabbed Qingji's clothes so that he could not fall off.

"Why are you crying? Did Brother Ji scare you..."

Qingyao became more and more sad, and suddenly threw herself into Qingji's arms, pointed at Xiao Tuantun on his shoulder, and said, "Brother Ji, it's it. I'm chasing it, Xiao Tuantun doesn't like me..."

Qingji suddenly had a big head and two big ones. Looking at Qingyao whose tears fell like pearls, Qingji smiled and touched her little cerebral skull, grabbed the ink-eating rat standing on her shoulder, placed it on Qingyao's hand, and said, "Touch its little cerebral and back from time to time, so that it will be very close to you. If you don't believe it, try..."

Qingyao, who was still crying, touched the head of the ink-eating rat half-believingly. Sure enough, after touching it, the guy was lying in Qingyao's little hand with pleasure, screaming "squeaking".

"It's really ah Brother Ji, it's really ah..."

Qingji smiled, got up, patted Qingyao on the head, and said, "Go and have fun..."

Qingyao, who got the trick, cheered and immediately ran to Jiubai to show off, and then ran around Qinghuayuan, extremely happy.

Qingji walked to the stone table and sat down, picked up a porcelain cup, poured a cup of tea, and drank it all in one go.

"The first trial is over?" Jiubai asked.

After spending so many days together, Qingji and Jiubai have a much better relationship, and now they can chat together even if they have nothing to do.

Hearing this, Qingji shook his head and said, "I've finished riding and shooting, and the rest is a fight. It's decided to be tomorrow, it's quite fast..."

“How are the grades?”

"It should be passed, as long as there is no major problem in the fight..."

Jiubai nodded and said, "Still work hard..."

Qing Ji nodded, looked at Jiubai, and smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Sister Jiubai helps take care of this little guy Qingyao..."

Jiubai waved his hand and said, "Wu Lao, I used to hate children, but now I like them very much. Qingyao is very cute..."

Qing Ji thought of Qingyao's fear at first when she saw Jiubai as if she was a mouse when she saw a cat, so she felt a little funny.

"Sister Jiubai, are you going to stay there?"

"Why, drive me away?"

"No, no..." Qing Ji shook his head and waved his hand quickly, and said, "I'm just wondering if your original intention was not here at all? We agreed to let you go after signing the contract. Anyway, Senior Zhao doesn't know..."

Jiubai did not answer Qingji's question. In fact, she didn't know why. She just felt that the feeling she had here was something she had never had in a century.

Seeing that Jiubai did not answer, Qingji did not force him. Anyway, his sister didn't say anything. Since Jiubai was willing to stay, he would stay. It would be difficult for a woman to go out.

Qing Ji looked at Qingyao who was playing tricks and suddenly thought of something, so he called her over and asked with a smile: "Do you want to build a small house for Xiao Tuantun?"

When Qingyao heard this, her eyes suddenly shone and asked, "Brother Ji, do you know?"

Qingji nodded. He learned a lot of carpentry when he was in Yunnan Town with Grandpa Qingfeng, otherwise where would the furniture in the old house come from?

"But you have to find wood. When the first trial of the school is over, Brother Ji will make one for you. Oh no, how about making one for Xiao Tuantun?"

Qingyao nodded vigorously and cheered.

Jiubai looked at the scene in front of him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

———

There is a fairy mountain in the East China Sea called Penglai.

This mountain stands surrounded by the sea, with green bamboos and cypresses and flowers in the mountains. Looking up at it, you can see the vast world.

There is a Taoist temple on the mountain called Seeking the Tao, and people call it Seeking the Taoist temple.

The view is sparsely populated.

At the highest point of the Penglai Mountain peak, a middle-aged man in a green robe sat cross-legged on it, facing the vast world of the West, with a bright sun above his head, and breathing in and practicing.

Suddenly, I heard a shout in my ears, and I saw a young man running up the mountainside with a jade plaque, shouting while running until he reached the peak.

"Wuji, didn't you tell you that there should be no noise in your view?"

The boy swallowed, handed the jade token to the man, and gasped, "Master, the luster of the jade token you let me watch is dark..."

The man was stunned, looked down at the jade token in his hand, then looked towards Haoran Tianxia, ​​frowned.

"Senior Brother..."
Chapter completed!