I Signed In For a Thousand Years, I Just Want To Get Away From the World

　　 The front hall of Wudang Zixiao Palace, pilgrims are still in an endless stream. In the early spring, the mountains and rivers thaw and the green mountains and green waters are among the green mountains and green waters.

　　 Peach blossoms, pear blossoms, cherry blossoms, all kinds of mountain flowers are in full bloom, showing the peaceful atmosphere of a country.

　　 Unlike the front hall, behind the Tai Chi Palace, in a clearing away from the front hall, the atmosphere is a bit strange.

Only two days after the old Dao went down the mountain, Lingluzi and Song Zhenqing, who were practicing in the retreat in Prince Cave, left the customs. These are the real people among the seven generations of disciples and the Taoist priests, plus the seniority, no one can suppress here at all. Up them.

　　 Even the big brother of the Wudang internal affairs chief must call the master uncle.

　　 The rest of the nine generations of disciples need to be called masters.

　　 Ling Luzi brushed his beard lightly, but did not speak, just sitting on the top chair at the end of the clearing, with an old and solemn appearance.

　　 And Song Zhen’s youth is forty, but because of his true cultivating success, his bones, skin and body are very well maintained. There is a small urn pouch hanging around his waist and a sword behind him.

He looked at the opposite Yu Qingzhu, and saw that this little nephew was very beautiful, with a long body and white skin. There was a kind of classical beauty mixed with coldness. It matched him very well, and even made him uncontrollably excited. a feeling of.

He had met this little nephew before, and felt that this nephew’s face and appearance were all first-class, worthy of double cultivation with him, but he hadn’t grown up yet, so he couldn’t say for sure. Wait and see.

　　 Song Zhenqing is a young genius, arrogant, and feels that few people in the world can see him.

　　 And since I felt that this teacher-nephew was worthy of him, I regarded Yu Qingzhu as "private property" in my heart.

　　 In his opinion, it is a great thing for this teacher to practice with him.

　　 What's more, this can also help Senior Brother Lingluzi.

　　 What's more, he likes it too.

　　So, the best of three worlds is a good thing.

　　 Thinking of this, Song Zhenqing smiled and said with gentle care: "Qingzhuo, long time no see, is the cultivation going well?"

　　Yu Qingzhu also didn't know what the two people were doing when they left the customs today, but the teacher was not there. No one could hold down the seniority of these two people. She saluted: "I have seen Uncle Song, my cultivation is normal."

　　 Song Zhenqing smiled, nodded and said: "Show a pose and see with me."

Yu Qingzhu was stunned. She looked around and saw that many disciples were looking at her, and the elder brother also nodded slightly to her. After all, although the two sides are different from each other, they are still Wudang disciples. .

So, Yu Qingzhu hugged his fists, then stepped on his long legs and walked to a stone platform in the clearing coldly, took out the talisman pen he carried with him, and said: "Uncle Song, I practiced the talisman, so I used it in one talisman. Look with Uncle Master."

　　 Song Zhenqing smiled and said, "Good."

　　 Yu Qingzhu was placed on the stone platform with talisman paper, and the four corners were held by the square beast bronze paperweight. Then, he took out a small bronze cauldron from his waist and placed it in front of him, took three pillars of incense to light it, and then solemnly inserted it into the cauldron.

　　 The three-pillar fragrance turns into a straight three-pillar smoke, rising upward.

　　Yu Qingzhu worshipped the mountains and rivers, and then took the pen to touch the sand, and used the ancient cloud seal to write the pen on the talisman. The pen walked around the dragon and snake, like clouds and mist. Outsiders can't really see it.

　　 Song Qingzhen nodded slightly and commented: "This mountain rune is not bad, except for a few details, everything else is good."

　　 The moment when the talisman is successful is the moment when the power is strongest.

　　 So Yu Qingzhu received the pen and put it back, and the slender and tender fingers sandwiched the symbol.

　　 Fu Burns.

　　 Ashes appeared.

　　 And a huge outline emerged behind Yu Qingzhu.

　　 The outline is full and it turns into a giant shadow four or five meters high.

　　 This giant shadow held a hill with both hands, with a terrifying spirit. The sun was blocked by the hill, and it immediately cast a large shadow in this open space, covering many Wudang Taiji Palace disciples.

　　 This is the phantom of the mountain god, belonging to the spirit of the earth.

　　 The disciple looked stunned.

　　 The sword repairers only felt that this fall would kill them.

The Fuxiu only felt that the earth spirits brought out by Master Qingzhu were more solid than theirs, as if a real mountain **** had descended, and they could only barely borrow the phantom, and more of them were borrowing the power of the earth spirit’s land. .

　　 The mountain **** phantom didn't get the order, and disappeared after a few breaths.

　　 Yu Qingzhu silently began to collect the talisman pen sand inkstone, bronze paperweight, and bronze small tripod.

　　Song Zhenqing, with her hands under her shoulders, smiled slightly and said: "Mae nephew must think that she is painting very well, right?"

　　Yu Qingzhu said lightly: "There is no end to learning, how can you talk about good and bad? Does Uncle Master want to point me?"

　　 Song Zhenqing was stunned. Unexpectedly, this teacher nephew was so direct, he shook his head and sighed softly, "The performance of the teacher nephew is pretty good among the younger generation, but... after all, it's just a spiritual trail."

　　 Yu Qingzhu said: "What about the spirits of the earth? What about the gods? It's man-made..."

"This is ridiculous." Song Qingzhen raised her hand to interrupt her, then smiled and shook her head, and said in a loud voice: "Autumn water is coming, and hundreds of rivers fill the river; the river is so large that there is no argument between the two cliffs. So Yan Yan. He Bo was pleased with himself, taking the beauty of the world as his own. Going downstream and eastward, as for the North Sea, looking eastward, but not the water end. So Yan Hebo began to turn his face and sighed at the ocean.

　　 Teacher nephew can know what this said, what does it mean? "

　　 Yu Qingzhu said: "Uncle He was arrogant before seeing the size of the North Sea, and seeing the size of the North Sea, he knew that he was insignificant."

　　 "Not bad!" Song Qingzhen said with a smile, "Well, I have a predestined relationship with my nephew, so I let my nephew see how powerful this **** is."

　　 His idea is very simple.

The reason why the nephew is still hesitating is that she was misled by her master, thinking that the **** urn is nothing, otherwise...I am so otherworldly, coupled with the power of the urn, I am afraid that my nephew will be impatient. Land is willing to be his Taoist companion, how could it be so dragged?

　　 Shi Nephew has not looked at him directly, this is precisely the performance of Shi Nephew's panic.

　　 It’s not surprising that a little girl is always shy when she meets someone who makes her heart fascinated, and it’s the attitude of her daughter’s family that is worth playing with, haha.

　　Yu Qingzhu frowned, and said, "Yuzhang is a thing for slaying demons and slaying demons, and it is used by the uncle to show...not great, okay?"

Song Zhenqing raised his hand and touched the pocket on her waist, mysteriously and authentically: "It's nothing wrong with it, so that the younger generation can see the profound methods of my Taoism, so that they can understand the size of Beihai without being as arrogant as He Bo. . This is also a good thing."

　　...

　　...

　　 "What? The monkey saw someone out of Prince Cave and seemed to have gone to Qianshan. Is this... strange?" Xia Ji bit the **** stone and touched his chin.

As we all know, the black stone in the mountains is rich in many minerals and trace elements. Eating more is good for physical and mental health. Although the taste may be a bit bad, like the powdery taste of dried steamed buns, it is not right to be picky for nutritional balance. .

　　 What's more, in order to improve the taste, Xia Ji has applied a layer of fresh fruit pulp on the black stone. In this way, it is not only rich in minerals, but also rich in vitamin C.

　　 "It seems that there are some elders from Tai Chi Palace living in the Prince Cave... The teacher went down the mountain, and they came out of the cave, is it weird?"

　　 "Squeaky!!"

　　 "Woo~~Woo~~"

　　 Monkeys and tigers made gestures again and again.

　　 Xia Ji turned his head to look at the "translator".

　　 Azi said: "Master, the monkey said that the atmosphere was very wrong, and the tiger said it was like the feeling when other tigers entered its territory. Although they can't understand human words, they have a strong intuition..."

　　 The atmosphere is wrong?

　　Invasion?

　　 It's not that Xia Ji has never been in a previous life, and suddenly thought of another possibility.

　　 "Doves occupy the magpie's nest and take advantage of the fire to rob? But... the disciples in my Daoxiang have always been pure, um... don't you practice and do this kind of thing?"

Xia Ji thought that the little Taoists were so kind to him, and although the little Taoists ridiculed him secretly, they were all straightforward. It is estimated that as long as he reveals a little bit of strength, those little Taoists will... um... . Will be more sour.

　　 Although Xia Ji doesn't know how deep the water in this world is, she still knows her nephews and teachers very well.

　　 "Squeak~~"

　　 "Woohoooooo."

　　 The monkey tiger yelled again.

　　 Azi translated: "They said that the master's senior brother and second senior sister all looked unhappy."

　　 Xia Ji heard that this matter was related to both the elder brother and the elder sister, so he got up and said, "Then go and have a look."

　　 After that, he grabbed the unfinished black stone of jam and rode directly on the tiger, and said with his legs: "Tiger, tiger, run for me!"

Tiger:? ? ?

　　 Azi translated: "Woo!"

Tiger:! ! !

　　 The white-eyed worm suddenly spread its legs and ran away, and a bad smelly wind swept into the distance.

　　 Xia Ji lay on the tiger's back, with her legs upturned, watching the blue sky and white clouds quickly retreating, grabbing the hip flask at her waist and taking a sip of wine with a stone.

　　 The tiger's back is really soft and has a deep feeling of collapse. It is especially suitable for lying on it when the weather is good.

　　 But only a few minutes later, he felt a little slow.

　　 Then, he glanced at the little civet cat who was stepping on Vajra Takuko and said, "Azi, I want to go over quickly."

　　 Azi's spirit light flashed: "Then... I'll be the master's mount."

　　 Xia Jidao: "You can't do it."

　　 Azi is in trouble, the tiger is so fast... how to speed up? Even if he took the whip and drew the tiger behind him, the tiger would speed up at best.

　　 But, she is a good demon slave of the master, and the master is also her good master.

　　 Azi squeezed his fist and told herself, "There is always a way, and we must not let the master down."

　　 Suddenly, a witty light flashed in her eyes, "Yes."

　　...

　　 After a while.

　　 The tiger flew awkwardly in the air, his eyes rolled white.

　　 Lying on the tiger's back was the smiling Taoist priest in white.

　　 The tiger's abdomen was held by both hands.

　　Azi!

　　 She did it!

　　 She held the tiger with both hands, and then the Vajra Takuko moved forward like flying! !

　　...

　　 After a journey of more than two hours, Azi took a stick of incense and arrived.

　　 Xia Ji did not approach directly, but stopped in the distance.

　　 The tiger foamed at his mouth and fell to the ground.

　　 Azi also stayed in place.

　　 Xia Ji waved his white sleeves, and stepped on the wind among the mountains and forests. He came to the top of the old tree where you could just see the second elder sister and the others, and then looked into the distance.

　　In the distance, as the monkey said, the atmosphere is not so good.

　　 Senior Brother lowered his head, Second Senior Sister's expression was a bit cold, and many disciples still had shocked expressions on their faces...

　　 And, there is an old Taoist sitting in the top spot in the front.

　　 Between them, there is a middle-aged Taoist priest with a smile on his face holding his hands.

　　 Xia Ji has heard about some things in the Prince's Cave. These two people should be Lingluzi and Song Zhenqing of the same generation as the master.

at this time...

The conversation drifted from a distance ~www.wuxiahere.com~ The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and said, "Nephew, did you see it? Compared with Tianshen Avenue, the earth spirit is nothing more than a trail. If the nephew is interested, come to find me tonight. That is, I can give the urn to my nephew."

　　 Yu Qingzhu said coldly: "Don't bother Master, I don't need it."

　　 "The nephew will never get the seal...it's a pity..." Song Zhenqing shook his head.

　　 After thinking for a while, the middle-aged Taoist suddenly smiled and said, "Master Nephew hasn't used all his strength yet, so I think I just used the power displayed by the urn chapter, is it nothing?

　　Then...it just so happens that the younger generation of disciples are here, so why don't you ask your nephew to show it as best as you can to distinguish who is He Bo and who is Donghai? "

　　 Although he was still smiling, it smelled a little bit colder.

　　 This nephew seems to be a little unaware of good or bad. He looks beautiful, but he is stupid enough.

　　 doesn't seem to tame her, she won't be obedient.

　　Yu Qingzhu took a deep breath. Although she was not even sure about it, she knew...If she refused at this time, she would have lost her prestige. Then how can she...

　　 suddenly,

　　 She lost her mind.

　　Because she felt that there was something on the palm of her left hand behind her.

　　 I was cold when I started,

　　 has edges and corners.

　　 She frowned subconsciously and looked down...

　　 That is a dark red small chapter.

　　The bottom of the chapter is engraved with a simple texture.

　　As a Fuxiu, Yu Qingzhu can fully perceive the mysterious power contained in this chapter.

　　 Is this a zhang?

　　The chapter is lost in the sky?

　　 can this happen?

　　 Yu Qingzhu:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?