MTL - Ascending, Do Not Disturb-~ 110. Longfeng Yinyang

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The days of retreat in Dongfu are very boring and test the mind, isolated from the world, clearing distracting thoughts, and feeling the heart. However, many things have their advantages and disadvantages. In addition to being quiet and calm, it is easy to recall many things that you didn't want to think about.

It is precisely because of this that the talents who practice are more particular about self-cultivation. If the heart is not correct, how can they pursue the Longevity Avenue?

With Long Feng Ding, the sacred and the sects of the sects and the sects of the world are almost a thousand miles. Sometimes I don't want to take a seat, but Zong Zong teaches her to draw a pattern. The refiner and the drawing of the pattern are almost complementary, and the monk who does not draw the pattern is impossible to become a great master of refining.

箜篌 The spirit is very concentrated, and the effect of the embossing is also very good. The progress is fast, and almost every few days, you can master a new pattern, and you can make these patterns perfectly attached to the implement.

"I am amazing." He smiled and smiled with a little bit of pride on his face. "I knew that except for the divination, I could do anything."

"Yeah." Mou Zong spread the paper on the table. "Then you come over and copy the heart."

箜篌: "..."

"Do it."

Miao Zong looked at her and laughed and said nothing.

Squatting to the table and sitting cross-legged, the lighting device lights up, so that the Dongfu is as bright as white. When she used to snoring and snoring, she ate and slept, which is like now, but also transcribes the rules of chess. She used a brush to smudge ink in the ring, and turned to look at the sect: "Yu Zong, you are stricter than my master."

Sitting next to her, Miao Zong put the paper in front of her: "I am not your master."

The word 箜篌 is not very beautiful. Before Ling Lingjie, she was less than ten years old. Although she knew a lot of words, her writing power was average. After coming to Lingxiaojie, she spent most of her time practicing, and she didn't care too much in calligraphy.

Usually her words are barely able to see, but when they are placed together with the words of the ancestors, they vividly show what is different from heaven and earth.

After copying the mind for a while, I haven’t copied it to 30%, so I threw down the pen and looked at Miao Zong: "Zhu Zong..."

Mou Zong slowly opened his eyes and said with seriousness: "Learning words are like practicing, and if you don't advance, you will retreat."

"Okay..." He turned his head and continued to copy. After a scent, a dish of fruit was placed in front of her. She turned her head and looked at it. Ms. Zong continued to stand with a serious expression. "If you are tired, you can eat the fruit and write again."

Every parent who loves a child always says that he wants to be strict with the child, and turning around has no bottom line.

"Thank you, Zong Zong, you are so good." He put down his pen and picked it up with a psychic fruit. Although in front of Mou Zong, she always tried to be lazy, but there are him, he has been progressing in these months, and he has already reached the eighth stage of the heartbeat.

Such a terrible repair is a growth rate. If you let other monks of the same age know, you may get your eyes red. It is a pity that both Zong and Zhai are arrogant sons, and they know nothing about the "ordinary people" level, so they did not feel that this is not normal.

"After the aura enters the body, try to make the aura flow slower at each acupoint, so that you can better sense its power." After eating the fruit, Zhai Zong sees that he does not want to write, and he begins to talk about the cultivation experience. He and Yu are both Wulingen qualifications, so they can teach a lot of things that they don't even know.

He is convinced of the words of Emperor Zong, and every time he does it, the more she is so well-behaved, the more she wants to teach her more things.

I don’t know if the two people have been completely separated from the world for too long. The gesture of getting along with the monk is getting closer and closer. He even found that when she meditates someday, she wants to reach out and touch the throat of the prostitute. chin.

Is she finally going to embark on the path of a female hooligan, and is it hopeless?

Since the retreat of the ancestors and the ancestors, Yunhuamen’s disciples have been relieved, especially the disciples who specialize in kendo. Miao Zong’s real strength is too strong. Every time he teaches them swordsmanship, they all have their own qualifications, and the guidance of Miao Zong’s real people is a shameful feeling. So that every time Zhuang Zong lived, they would try to practice the sword, so as not to lose the face of Yunhuamen.

Now there is no mysterious and vivid Zong Zong real person. They feel that the sword in their hands is light, the sky is blue, and the days are better.

Linghui looked at the lazy disciples on the martial arts field and turned to Bechuan. "Master Chuanchuan, I think these disciples need masters like Zhongzheng real people to teach, so that they can work hard."

Shichuan looked at the disciples: "Because they go, we Yunhuamen, if all the disciples are diligent, I can wake up when I fall asleep."

Linghui looked at the sword in the hands of the child, and thought of the rumors of those who were not as good as the brothers of the brothers, and hated those outsiders who were gibberish. Fortunately, the brothers of Bechuan and Cheng Yi are not the ones who put these things in their hearts, otherwise they affect the feelings between the brothers. When I think of this, she can't help but bring out some things. "Some people outside are really too ignorant of the rules. Although Master Cheng Yi is already a Yuan Ying repair, but we Yunhua door palm pie..."

"You just said, what does Qingyuan Shishu want?" When Bunchuan interrupted the wisdom, he brought the spirit to the treasure house, and there were heavy symbols outside the treasure house. If the two had no pro-disciples, they had already been lost. Go out.

"Nine turns to the secret medicine Ding." Ling Hui helplessly smiled. "Since returning to the Yueyue Peak for more than a month, Master is in a bad mood. He has already blown up several alchemy furnaces. Pretend that nothing happened."

Bechuan took out the main commander and turned to look at the low-mindedness of the head. "Sister, I suddenly forgot, the nine-turned secret medicine has been taken away by Qingyuan Shishu some time ago, have you forgotten?"

Linghui looked shocked and said: "Get away, how is this possible?"

Buton, who had not had much expression on his face, suddenly smiled, and the sword in his hand flashed, and the spirit was forced by the sword to the center of a squad, and he could not break free.

"Of course it is impossible." Bechuan stood outside the circle of law and looked at Linghui coldly. "Because the nine-turn secret medicine is not used to make alchemy."

It is said that the nine-turn secret medicine dings of the autumn frost elders are so powerful that the pharmacist uses it to refine the medicinal herbs, and it is easier to refine the best celestial dan. However, only Yunhuamen’s pro-disciples know that the nine-turn secret medicine Ding is not an alchemy stove at all, but a self-cooking pot refining the autumn frost elders. As long as two Lingshi are placed inside, it can self-heat and cook. The dish and meat in the pot.

When it snows in winter, the elders and peaks like to use this pot to cook a pot and drink a little wine.

These small hobbies that close the door are not enough for outsiders, but as long as they are pro-disciples, they cannot know about it.

This person is not a spiritual sorcerer at all. With the personality of Linghui’s younger sister, she will not be in the face of what he is doing. What does the outsider say, it seems to help him fight the injustice, but in fact he is provoking between him and Chengyi. Feelings.

More importantly, Linghui is an apprentice of Qingyuan Shishu. Qingyuan Shishu has a little temper in private, she can't tell outsiders.

Between the two peaks, the uncle is the highest in the uncle, and Cheng Yi is the great disciple who forgets the uncle. If he is willing to become a man, he will easily become a contradiction between the main sect and the sacred peak. Among their generations, the best-qualified 箜篌 妹 恰 恰 恰 恰 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖 栖

"Say, who are you, Linghui Shimei?" Dokang took out a signal bomb and threw it into the air. After the explosion, the entire Yunhua Gate could be seen.

The "Xinghui" who is in the heart of the heart can't believe that she is recognized so quickly. In order to imitate the spiritual walking posture and the voice of speech, she stayed in the city for five years. Every time she went down the mountain, she tried her best. The method follows the spirit and observes the imitation. Before coming to Yunhuashan, she deliberately drank the water of illusion, and tried her best to get the heart of the mind, just for today, I know that I was defeated.

Seeing "Linghui" doesn't talk, Bichuan colds his cold face, sees a disciple coming outside the door, and immediately orders, "Go to Chenxiafeng immediately and see if Linghui is absent." He looked at the people in the queue, "if You just took the heart of the mind, I can make you die. If there is anything in the spirit... you will regret what you did today."

"Linghui" unwillingly glared at Bechuan: "How did you find out?"

Dokawa ignored her.

"Linghui" is not willing to continue to ask, "How do you find out that I am not spiritual?"

A few golden lights descended from the sky, and Yan Yan and several peaks and rushers came over. Qingyuan looked at the "spiritual wisdom" trapped in the formation, and his face became unsightly: "Someone pretending to be a spirit?"

Linghui is a drug repairing path, not good at attacking the law, but it is quite prestigious in the Zongmen pro-disciples, so it is a good principle to pretend to be a smart person. When Qingyuan wants to understand this, he is worried about the safety of the spirit.

"Report, Ling Hui Shijie fainted at the entrance of Dongfu, and his heart was hurt, it seems that he was taken over by the heart." The disciple who went to see Linghui quickly rushed back, and his tone was a little anxious.

"The doorkeeper, here is yours, I will go to the apostles to heal." Qingyuan kept his feet and turned and flew to Chenxiafeng.

It’s quite high and there is no worry about life. Do not let the river breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that this person does not dare to hurt people in Yunhuamen. Every disciple has a main life card in the Zongmen. If the disciple is killed, the main character card will be bleak, and the disciples of the life-defying card will be able to find it for the first time.

"You are close to my treasure house, what do you want to get?" Dokang wants to understand this, and suspects that "Linghui" is the person sent by the evil spirits.

"If I tell you what you want, can you tell me how did you find my disguise?" The suspected sinister is still not willing to ask this question.

"You said." Bunchuan opened his face coldly.

"I want the heavens and the earth and the five elements of the dragon and the phoenix and the yang." The evil master said, "Our family is mainly married to the first beauty in the evil world."

Bunchuan frowned: "Who told you, Long Fengding is in our sect?"

The evil monk said: "In an ancient book more than 2,000 years ago, there was a record of Long Fengding. My family respected the clues based on various clues, and Long Fengding is very likely to be here."

"We don't have this thing." Bechuan's sword pierced the spiritual platform of the evil, and closed the kendo. "Master, hold this evil to the dungeon."

Yan Yan nodded: "Right right, shut to the dungeon."

"Wait." The evil repairs that had been destroyed in Lingtai were dying. He spit out a blood and looked at Bechuan without hesitation. "You haven't told me how you dismantled my disguise." He lost his heart.

"I promised to tell you?" Bechuan raised his eyebrows, and there was a bit of awkwardness between the eyebrows. "Hey."

The evil spirit saw him in this appearance, and couldn’t help but feel unwilling, and wowed a few mouthfuls of blood and fainted.

"On this psychological quality, there is still a mixture of evil and cultivating circles, and there is a future." Forgot to kick the evil spirits, let the disciples drag the evil spirits away, and turned to Yan Yandao, "Sister, I went to see the spiritual master." nephew."

"Master, when I was sorting out the treasure house in the previous period, I found a book on Long Fengding, which said that it helps people to communicate with each other. The Lord of the evil spirits is here for this?"

“The mind is connected?” Yan Yan’s face is a bit strange. “Is it not helpful for double repair?”

"This is the double monk who wants to get the artifact most. You are right." The expression of Bechuan sees Yan Yan becomes even more strange. "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Yan looked at the apprentice, in the eyes, with a bit of awkwardness for the future.

Yunhuamen was probably defeated in his hands. The reason was probably that the brothers and sisters turned against each other.