Finally, a hysterical scream completely shattered Wen Leyang's happiness of rebirth. Mu Mu's face was so red that she was about to bleed. She wished she could sit on the ground and open her mouth to dive in. WwW. qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo. COm
Wen Leyang scratched his beard and it all stood up. Xiao Yi's face was also flushed, but he still turned behind Wen Leyang, frowned and said with a smile: "Why are there two black spots on your butt?"
Wen Leyang moved his hands forward and backward, and jumped away with his legs like a rabbit... Wen Leyang, who had advanced to a higher level of Poison Kung Fu, really jumped high and fast.
After a while, Wen Leyang, dressed as a young man, walked out dejectedly. His face was clean again, his beard was shaved cleanly, but the red scar on his cheek remained. Ah Dan wore his precious hat and walked around Wen Leyang. Don't say it, don't do it, Er Niang Chi Maojiu, Xiao Yi Mumu, Jifei Shuijing and all the young sprouts were smiling at him, radiating sincere happiness.
However, in the happiness of the monk and the Taoist, there is still a bit of uneasiness.
The thin man threw himself in front of his baby Xiu'er, sighing with tears in his eyes, and the giant toad was also listless. Apparently he couldn't understand why the consequences of his bad stomach could be so serious. After a while, the giant frog suddenly opened its mouth again, and with a clang, a small flying sword fell to the ground.
Jifei cheered from the bottom of his heart.
Wen Leyang took a deep breath, and the pores on his body opened and closed. Immediately, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a whole world appeared in his heart. The spread of spiritual awareness was rapid and direct, and it surrounded the surrounding world in an instant. Not to mention the distance, the most important thing is: clarity!
The original resolution was 8oo*6oo, but now it is 16oo*12oo.
Sancun Dingwen knew what Wen Leyang was thinking without saying anything. He picked up a dark stone with a smile and shouted to him: "Go on!" After saying that, he exerted his arms hard, and the stone was filled with a whining sound. Smashed towards Wen Leyang.
Accurate and quick, hit him in the face.
Wen Leyang stretched out a hand with five fingers like a wheel. Hitting with indistinctness. There was a pop. The hard granite exploded into a ball of fine ground powder in mid-air that was impossible to get at all. It was blown away by the mountain wind and became invisible.
Everyone was speechless. Wen Leyang used to be able to turn rocks into powder with the wrong punch. But you have to put your whole body into it. And it takes a long time. It's not as easy as this time. As soon as your hand makes contact with the stone, you're done.
Last time Wen Leyang also performed a silent punching through the wall technique at the Great Mercy Temple. That courtyard has been in ruins for who knows how many years. The stones used to build the walls are just ordinary floor bricks. Without the spell to restrain myself, I would almost collapse. If that wall is made of granite. Wen Leyang probably felt relieved at that time.
Wen Leyang suddenly winked. He looked hard at Xiao Yi. He only noticed now. Xiao Yi seems to have changed a bit. She is still pretty, but the girlish youthfulness is a bit less. And there is an extra pure and perfect charm.
After looking at Wen Leyang for a while, he asked: "I...how long?"
Mumu answered without thinking: "Nine months and ten..." Half of her face turned red as she said that. He shook his head and started to lie: "It's been almost a year anyway!"
After finishing speaking, the two girls looked at each other. The circles under his eyes were red for no reason.
Xiao Yi was much more direct than Mu Mu. He curled his lips and said, "I thought you wouldn't be able to get out for a while..." With tears streaming down his face, he squeezed directly into Wen Leyang's arms and cried loudly, feeling the same joy as before. The worries blended together and turned into inexplicable grievances.
Mumu wants to go too, but is embarrassed.
Only now did Wen Leyang know that he had been in the giant frog's belly for almost a year. Calculating the time, Xiao Yi was already fifteen years old. No wonder she gradually gained the aura of a little beauty.
After Xiao Yi had finished crying, brothers Jifei and Shui Jing cautiously approached Wen Leyang. The monk asked sarcastically: "Um...Brother Wen, what we said before..." The monk said in a serious voice, Mu Mu and Ah Dan walked over side by side, holding their hands in their pockets, swaying as they walked, both with evil smiles on their faces, and stood between the monk and Wen Leyang.
Xiao Yi pulled Wen Leyang beside him. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mu Mu has been waiting for this day for a long time!" After saying that, he also picked up the loudspeaker and strolled behind the monk and the old Taoist.
Mu Muqiao smiled brightly and looked at the two monks up and down for a long time. Until the two old thieves felt uncomfortable, she raised her beautiful eyebrows and asked crisply: "As agreed in Mount Emei, has Wen Leyang caught you within a month?" ?”
The two monks stared at each other and nodded blankly: "But..."
Mu Mu didn't let them talk at all: "On the hillside of Qiniang Mountain. Wen Leyang asked the monk to take good care of me. Monk, have you taken good care of me?"
The monk was about to cry and shook his head honestly.
Mu Mu spoke faster and faster: "You are acting recklessly in the red leaf forest. You almost killed Wen Leyang. Has he taken revenge on you?"
Cold sweat began to break out on Jifei Lao Dao's forehead. Just as he was about to look for an escape route with the corners of his eyes, Xiao Yi raised the loudspeaker and shook it at him.
Mu Mu's voice was clear and loud: "Fairy Changli didn't want to spare you. Did Wen Leyang save you by begging for mercy? Did Wen Leyang save you by extinguishing the fire when you were poisoned by the evil poison? He was dying due to the poison, right? Wasn’t it Wen Leyang who begged the young masters to save you? The great monk was caught by the giant frog, was it Wen Leyang who sacrificed his life to save you?"
Mu Mu finished the words in one breath like a barrage of words, and finally stared at Shui Jing who was dripping with cold sweat with his big eyes: "Monk, Master, do you two want to lose face?"
Monk Shui Jing's face turned red. He knelt down suddenly on the ground and kowtowed three times to Wen Leyang. He said loudly, "Disciple Shui Jing, kowtow to Master!" After saying that, he stomped his feet and covered his face with his sleeves before running away.
The monk moved extremely fast, from kowtowing to escaping in one go. It looked like he had rehearsed it many times. Master Jifei let out an ouch and jumped up in excitement. The monk had just taken two steps when Xiao Yi's laughter came: "We in the Wen family have to kowtow six times to become a disciple."
Halfway through the run, the monk screamed strangely: "Your family is so weird!" Xiao Yi corrected him with a smile: "Our family!"
The monk rushed back to Wen Leyang angrily like a running bull. This time Wen Leyang had quick hands and eyes, and reached out to grab the monk's arm. He couldn't react for a while, and stammered: "No, no need." ." Shui Jing felt his body tighten hard, as if a steel hoop was holding him tightly, stopping him from bowing down.
Old Taoist Jifei really looked sad this time. He came over and asked Wen Leyang: "Is it okay to just become a disciple and not kowtow?"
Wen Leyang nodded but before he spoke, Shui Jing shouted loudly: "No! At least three people! No less than me!"
The thin man was not involved in the Jingbo Mo family's conspiracy from beginning to end. It was only at the end that he received a request from the demon girl for help and then came with Xiu'er. As a result, he lost his wife and lost his troops. Although he is the so-called Sejong Demon, he has never done any great evil in his life. All the thought is spent on raising giant frogs. In the past almost a year, he has been imprisoned in Miao Village, and has gradually lost his temper with Qingmiao. This time the degradation of the giant frog made him disheartened. After discussing it with Er Niang, he settled down in the village.
Wen Leyang was a little worried. He looked at the listless giant frog and asked Erniang: "If the thin man suddenly turns his back..." Wen Buzao had already told him exactly what happened next.
Erniang smiled proudly, reached out and patted Wen Leyang's shoulder: "Don't worry, if he is ruthless, we can still deal with him! We have never seen these methods of cultivation before, so we have suffered a loss. Now we know what we are really going to do. If we face each other again, we still don’t know who has the final say on who lives and who dies!”
Little Chi Maojiu bulged her belly from the side. This kid has gained three pounds in a year and grown a lot taller. It seems that the food is good and he has a good appetite: "They cultivators are also human beings. As long as they are human beings, they cannot escape the word death!"
Wen Leyang smiled and nodded without saying anything else. He said goodbye to Qingmiao without even eating dinner. Er Niang took little Chi Maojiu and sent them to the highway.
Mu Mu stayed in Miaojiang for almost a year because of Wen Leyang. Although she couldn't bear to leave Wen Leyang now, she really missed her family in her heart. We agreed to keep in touch with each other from now on and then we broke up.
The two newly acquired disciples also wanted to run away, but Wen Leyang refused to let them go and insisted on dragging them home together, saying that he still had something to ask.
When Wen Leyang returned home, there was naturally a lot of excitement. The women all got busy, preparing the traditional delicacies of Wenjia Village (guess what it is).
In the following days, Wen Leyang spent time with Jifei Shuijing whenever he had free time, constantly asking about cultivators' methods of transporting energy and methods of performing exercises. The two monks told each other everything they knew, and they didn't hide anything. For monks, although the exercises they practiced were different, they were all inseparable from eight words: refining Qi to nourish the spirit, and refining the spirit to control things.
Xiao Yi followed Wen Leyang and kept a notebook to help him record.
In addition, Wen Leyang had another big question. After phrasing for a long time, he finally asked it clearly: "Among the monks, are there also levels? There are distinct levels. Different levels have different magical powers. They also have different luck. Kung Fu Sect?”
Old Taoist Jifei said with a smile: "Of course there are levels, and the exercises of each sect have levels. The music practiced by the monks from the Tianlian Sect, Guajia Xiaocheng Zen Yin, Pursuing Supreme Enlightenment and Divine Power, is divided into eight levels. I practice it There are thousands of rivers, thousands of rivers, thousands of moons, thousands of miles of cloudless sky, a pure heart, a calm and clear mind, and the sword technique of destroying the gods is divided into six levels..."
Wen Leyang grunted and swallowed. He was completely shocked by the names of these two exercises. He forced a smile and said: "I admire... your exercises are really impressive!"
The monk and the old Taoist looked at each other, like a pair of proud roosters, with half-closed eyes and slightly raised chins.
Wen Leyang took out a carrot and calmed down before continuing to ask: "I'm not asking about the levels of various exercises. What I'm asking is whether there are recognized levels among monks, such as, for example..." Wen Leyang couldn't say anything. Clicked on it, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, and took a bite of the carrot before continuing: "It's like everyone in the world is refining the Wen family's poison. The first level is to soak in medicinal wine to practice martial arts, and the second level is to soak in poisonous wine to practice martial arts. , the third level is the poison refining recipe to convert poison into the body. There are clear barriers between each level. The best one on the first level is not as good as the worst one on the second level... "
The monk was completely confused from the side. The old Taoist was more clever and finally figured out what Wen Leyang meant. He laughed and said: "There is a fart level. If there is a recognized level, everyone will stop fighting and compare their own." Level, which level of master is it now? Those who are high will win, and those who lose will commit suicide? After the cultivators awaken their spiritual intelligence, they may have adventures on their own, or get help from teachers, let the intelligence enlighten the body, and reach the point of cultivation. To qualify for a martial art, this process is called foundation building in some sects, and marrow cleansing in other sects. Anyway, they all mean the same thing. After starting to practice the martial arts, it all depends on one’s talent, diligence, and good fortune. There is no standard. Who knows? You have to fight to tell who is strong and who is weak."
After the old Taoist finished speaking, the monk also understood. He chuckled and added: "From the beginning of cultivating heaven, there is no level. At the end of cultivating, you will either die or fly to the immortal... I don't know where to fly. Anyway, just fly away. Not coming back."
Wen Leyang took a deep breath and nodded happily.
He looked at Wen Leyang with a serious look on his face. Several parents of the Wen family thought he wanted to practice Yuanying, but no one cared about him. The tradition of the Wen, Miao, and Luo families was that the master would lead him to practice alone. You are a disciple of the Wen family. In the end, you have developed the magical power to drive away corpses and exorcise evil spirits. Then you are considered capable.
A few days later, two old men from the Luo family came to see Wen Leyang, and the second mother who had just broken up in Miaojiang also came with Chi Maojiu. This excitement lasted for more than ten days, and the guests all left. I wiped my nosebleed and went home contentedly.
Wen Leyang asked almost everything about Xiutian, and then plunged into the red leaf forest. Under Xiao Yi's guidance, he began to study the poisonous prescriptions left by his predecessors in the brand name. He was very busy tinkering with more than a dozen pots to refine poison every day.
When the two monks first arrived in Wenjia Village, they thought about going down the mountain every day. However, after living there for a while, no one thought of themselves as their seniors. Even Mr. Wen was polite to them. The small mountain village was peaceful and prosperous. Live a healthy and happy life. The two brothers have been wandering in the world for so many years, and they suddenly found the feeling. He actually refused to go down the mountain again and spent every day in the village eating for nothing.
Xiao Yi's heart was as calm as water. He was content as long as he watched Wen Leyang every day. He would often sit next to him for several hours doing nothing, following his every move with his big eyes. His expression was exactly the same as Wen Leyang's, sometimes frowning, sometimes anxiously. I feel irritable and sometimes express my feelings with sighs. Until a few months later. Wen Leyang's smile gradually grew. From time to time, he would jump up with joy and giggle a few times.
Xiao Yi has no choice but to take responsibility. Smirk along with him.
A year ago, Wen Leyang practiced the evil skills left by his ancestors and became a standard Wang Ba boxing player. He fought several tough battles, especially the encounter in the belly of the giant frog. Anyone would think that Wen Leyang Now he should be taking drugs all over the world to make his body better. No one expected that Wen Leyang would now start busy making prescriptions again.
Once, the fourth master was curious and went over to see Wen Leyang making prescriptions. As soon as he entered the room where Wen Leyang was making prescriptions, the aroma of chopped green onion in the pot hit his nostrils. The fourth master was stunned and looked at Wen Leyang, who was busy and sweating profusely. Question: “Where are the scrambled eggs?”
Wen Leyang quickly put down the pot in his hand and replied respectfully: "This disciple is making a prescription."
The fourth master's nose was so angry that he was crooked. Wen Leyang hurriedly followed him to explain, but the fourth master said: "Don't bother me!" He waved his sleeves and turned away.
From then on, the fourth master ignored him anyway. Every time Wen Leyang's medicine refining room was opened, all kinds of weird smells would come out, including the smell of herbs, pepper, pollen, and so on.
Everything has returned to two years ago, when life was peaceful and busy. Occasionally, two silly uncles would yell outside the woods, and Wen Leyang would run out and take them to hunt game. The whole family was still in harmony. Not long ago, because of the red leaf forest, The haze of being attacked and the tragic deaths of more than a dozen disciples in Mount Emei has been swept away.
There is no sun or moon in the mountains, and in the blink of an eye, half a year has passed (isn’t this poem magnificent?). It is the Dragon Boat Festival and the Wen family is celebrating. Wen Leyang returns to Wenjia Village from the place of birth, old age, illness and death.
The whole family, old and young, gathered together to celebrate the festival. A series of banquets were lined up in the open space of the village. It was the time when the moon was over the willow trees and the wine was in full swing. Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the village, and a strange voice laughed. : "Congratulations to the Wen family, congratulations to the Wen family! Tianxing Jianlu He Yiping pays homage to the seniors of the Wen family, and is here to wish Brother Wen Leyang great happiness!"
As he spoke, a sturdy old man strode into the village with a long red cloth package in his arms, followed by more than a dozen young men, all of whom looked strong and powerful.
Old Taoist Jifei was well-informed and said in a low voice to Wen Leyang and his master, "Tianxing Jianlu is a sect that has cultivated the true path for a long time and has an average status. This He Yiping is the leader."
The old men of the Wen family were all puzzled. They had never heard of Tianxing Jianlu and He Yiping before, let alone dealt with them. A cultivation sect came to visit them. Congratulations
Xiao Yi sat next to Wen Leyang, narrowed his big eyes and quietly held the big speaker that never left his body in his hand.
Uncle Wen Tunhai stood up to greet He Yiping, and asked with a smile: "Brother, why are you so happy about that boy Wen Leyang, why did you bother your boss to go up the mountain in person?"
He Yiping was also smiling and did not answer Wen Tunhai. Instead, he asked: "Who is your Majesty?"
Wen Tunhai didn't dare to make excuses: "I am Uncle Wen Leyang. Just tell me about the Wen family's affairs..."
Before the uncle finished speaking, he didn't expect that He Yiping, who had turned white-headed, gave him a junior salute and said respectfully: "He Yiping pays homage to senior! Excuse me, senior, who is Wen Leyang?"
Wen Leyang was more confused than anyone else now. He put down his chopsticks and walked to his uncle before he spoke. He Yiping raised his thumb and praised in a friendly tone: "He is indeed a dragon among men! Haha, good brother. Congratulations!" Then he untied the long bundle in his arms and found an antique sword box.
As soon as the sword box was opened, a sharp breath immediately filled the air. A green long sword lay proudly across the box. He Yiping didn't wait for Wen Leyang to speak, and continued to smile: "This Zhanye is a treasure left behind by a sword immortal three thousand years ago. Because the sword is so stubborn that it has never been worthy of the scabbard, it can be considered a rare top-grade gift! A gift for brother, it is just worthy of brother Wen's status!" Then he couldn't help but stuff the sword box into Wen Leyang's arms.
Jifei and Shui Jing looked at each other with envy and surprise on their faces. Tianxing Jianlu's strength was average. But hiding swords and raising swords is famous all over the world. If they are not worthy of the sheathed sword, they can use two words to describe it: Immortal Blade!
Wen Leyang was honest and kind and did not delay his money obsession. He hugged the sword box without any hesitation.
An old man patted Wen Leyang on the shoulder and called him brother-in-law. They gave him such a big gift when they first met. He Yiping's smile was cordial and sincere, and he didn't look like he had any malicious intentions. Everyone was confused, especially Wen Leyang. Know what's going on. I habitually took out a carrot from my pocket. Just as I was about to put it in my mouth, I suddenly realized that it was inappropriate. I held up the carrot and asked, "Can you eat this...?"
He Yiping's expression was dumbfounded, extremely weird, and he thought to himself, is this considered a return of courtesy? But the man nodded: "Eat!" He reached out and took the carrot from Wen Leyang's hand.
Wen Leyang also blushed, and quickly changed the topic and asked: "Senior, what are you congratulating me on when you go up the mountain?"
However, He Yiping laughed out loud, bowed to the young and old of the Wen family present, turned around and happily left with his disciples without saying anything.
From top to bottom of the Wen family. Hundreds of people stared at each other.
The monk scratched his smooth scalp. He said to the old man: "That old boy He Yiping is crazy. He exchanged a peerless sword for a carrot... and is he still so happy?"
The old Taoist was about to speak. Suddenly, another burst of footsteps came from the entrance of the village, and an old woman's voice was full of kindness: "I don't see Caiyun embroidery shop boy Yixin paying homage to the seniors of the Wen family. I came here to wish little brother Wen Leyang great happiness!" The words fell, and the sky was full of kindness. Suddenly, there was a rain of fragrant petals, and an old woman with the skin of a crane and a chicken, carrying a thick dragon, tremblingly walked into the village with the support of seven or eight beautiful girls.
Like He Yiping just now, the old woman's face was also happy. After asking clearly which one was Wen Leyang, she praised her loudly and only agreed to call herself elder sister in terms of seniority. Finally, she took a bottle from the maid's hand. A silver-white cloak was put on Wen Leyang's shoulders personally. He took two steps back and looked up and down: "This cloak is made by thirteen seniors in our embroidery workshop. They refined ice lotus root silk to make threads, made fire and made needles in succession. It took four hundred years to embroider it, and ordinary water and fire spells cannot harm it. Now it is given to little brother Wen as a token of my gratitude from my elder sister. Congratulations on your great joy!" After saying this, he tremblingly faced the group of Wen family members. The elder bowed, and no matter what Wen Leyang asked, she smiled and said nothing, and left with the support of the girls.
The veteran exhaled heavily: "I didn't even get the carrot this time!"
On this night, from dark until midnight, Wenjia Village never stopped. A group of people would come to visit every moment, and there would be an endless stream of people singing various kinds of promises.
"Nan Ping Gu Xia Yishan is asking for a meeting. Congratulations to brother Wen Leyang!"
"Dadingwu Xiong says politely, pay a visit to the seniors of the Wen family, and congratulate brother Wen Leyang!"
"Bai Yimei from Jade Bowl Linglongzhou is here to congratulate brother Wen Leyang!"
"Ma Yifan from Shibati Ridge is here, haha, let me see who is Brother Wen Leyang, congratulations, congratulations!" Cao Cao, a man who had never heard of him before, walked into the village in a mess, no one was there. Exception's smile was befitting Wen Leyang's. He said congratulations, but never said what he was congratulating. He left a valuable gift and turned around to leave.
The gifts sent by each family were also dazzling and varied, including swords, elixirs, fairy clothes, magic weapons, seals, etc. There was also a maroon pony that was one size smaller than a wolfdog, called an exquisite horse, and it could run very fast. Even though he has slow endurance, he is too small and can only be kept as a pet by wealthy businessmen.
At midnight, no one went up the mountain anymore. The Dragon Boat Festival banquet of the Wen family ended hastily. Mr. Wen waved his hand: "Disciple in the inner chamber, take these things back to the house with me!" After speaking, he paused and looked at Jifei Shuijing. The two people smiled politely and said, "You two, please come too."
Xiao Ma is now cupping Wen Leyang's hand to ask for carrots... (Quanben Novel Network www.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.com)