The big man said hesitantly: Don't look at those little guys all like that, in fact, the water in the Goolan courtyard is deep.No matter what kind of hard bones go in and grind again, they will all be soft into mud.After the big man finished speaking, he asked someone to tie him up with a rope, and gagged his mouth with a cloth towel, and then carried him to the carriage and tied him to start his journey.I don't know where the second fisherman ran to, so I had to travel for most of the day to this kind of corner to collect debts.If grandpa finds him, he must chop him into slices.Do you say that this little cub was born to the second fisherman, and he doesn't look like it?
It's hard to say.His disfigured mother-in-law was said to have been bought from traffickers, and it is unknown what she looked like before she was disfigured.It's a pity, if the woman hadn't been disfigured, it would have been estimated that she would have earned a hundred taels if she sold it.Come on, if she hadn't been disfigured, would the second fisherman be able to afford it?
How can this little cub be a handlebar?
He curled up in the corner of the carriage, his body wrying invisibly.Can't break free.The strip of cloth in his mouth was tied in a circle at the back of his head, and he couldn't bite it off and spit it out, as if he had to accept his fate.He stared at the gang viciously, thought for a long time, and slowly closed his eyes.Half an hour later, one of the big men found the tied up cub curled up and motionless.What happened to that little cub?
Is this sick?
looks so bad, don't let him die, he can't sell it if he dies.Feed him some wine first.After a commotion, the strip of cloth was removed from his mouth, and then a bag of liquor was handed to his lips and poured down his throat.The hot sensation burned all the way from the esophagus to the stomach.Boss, there's no movement!
Damn, leave it alone and hurry up.Tomorrow, if he doesn't wake up, I'll take him to the hospital.It was a bumpy ride, and the sky gradually darkened.The men cleared a clearing at the edge of the forest and began to rest, and at last they were quiet, and only one or two remained for the vigil around the fire.He snapped open his eyes and took a closer look around him.The vast majority of those people were asleep, and the car was filled with their snoring.He lowered his head, twisted the hand that was tied to the cart to his mouth, and began to bite the rough hemp rope little by little with his teeth.About half an hour later, the rope that held his hand was bitten open.He felt the tingling and bloody taste on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't care so much, just quietly untied the knots tied around his feet.Perhaps it was a blessing in misfortune that the group of big men around him were not alarmed in the process.Enduring the dizziness and pain, he quietly got out of the carriage and walked in the direction where the sound of running water came.What people!
A violent roar rang out from behind him.He was startled, and no longer caring about anything else, he immediately pulled out his legs and ran forward.It's that kid!
Catch him!
And by this time, he had come to the source of the sound of water.It was a cliff about ten meters high, and at the bottom of the cliff, a babbling stream of unknown depth was rushing forward.He listened to the scolding behind him, jumped without hesitation, and smashed into the water in a sharp wind.Icy chilling.He struggled and drifted along the river for a long time, relying on the water nature of fishing in the sea since he was a child, and at dawn, he reluctantly landed again.His eyes were blurry, and he was unconscious all over his body.He looked down at himself, and then he realized that his wrists and ankles had been worn out by straw ropes, and they had now been washed white by the river.He tried to raise his hands, only to find that the wizened hands were trembling terribly.It doesn't hurt.But why can't it be moved?
He forced himself to dig a small groove in the riverbank, and then fell asleep on his stomach again.By the time I woke up, a small fish had been trapped in the groove.And he didn't know how long he hadn't eaten.He grudgingly pinched the fish with trembling hands, and had no strength to start a fire, so he stuffed it into his mouth.The strong smell of fish and blood mixed in his mouth, and he tried to cover his mouth to keep himself from spitting, but the piercing pool of blood flashed uncontrollably in front of him.His throat was suddenly blocked, and he couldn't swallow the fish in his mouth anyway.All the pictures of the mother are gradually frozen in this scene, and then slowly turn into ashes and pass away.After a brief period of chaos, it condensed again.He saw a stone monument shining with three-colored light in front of him, and cranes flying in the distant sky.Bone age twelve, civil engineering and water double gram three spirit roots, the fourth class of the culture sequence, eliminated.He suddenly came back to his senses, knelt down at the black-robed monk in front of him, his forehead pressed against the ground, and said in a silent voice: Please let me stay, whatever I am asked to do, I am willing.The rules are the rules, and the ink-robed monk frowned.Mo Lan.An old voice rang out.The ink-robed monk seemed to be a little surprised: Elder Taishang?
There seemed to be a smile in the old voice: this child's spirit seems to be quite extraordinary, and since he is the first place in the mountaineering assessment, he will be admitted exceptionally.Unspeakable joy grew in disbelief, and he slowly raised his head to look in the direction from which the old voice had come.It was an old man in a dark green robe, with long gray eyebrows hanging down the side of his face, and looking at him kindly.The old man asked, "Son, what is your name?"
He looked up at the old man and replied, "Pu Yangxing."
The old man smiled at him and said, "The monk goes against the sky, and he has a ray of life with supreme creation.Since you have a relationship with my Mo Xing Sect, make this place your home.It seems that a traveler who has been walking in the abyss for a long time has finally found a home.He made it his new home.He grew up here as an adult.He, like thousands of disciples of the Moxing Sect, became a cultivator.He exhausted all his efforts and desperately studied all the knowledge he could obtain, and finally broke through the shackles of the spiritual root at the age of seventy, and became the fourth sequence of the spiritual root golden pill stage that only one percent could break through.He will finally be able to get the opportunity to enter the inner door in the next inner door examination.However, just a year before the inner door assessment, on that deep winter night.A loud boom woke him from his slump.He slammed up and rushed out of the door, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the Moxing Sect Master Peak that had been shaved off the top of the mountain.His pupils contracted violently.Run!
Elder Supreme fell in the secret realm, and the sect master and the great elder also failed!
That group of damned elders and inner disciples completely disregarded our life and death, and had already divided up the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and the Ink Secret Treasure and ran away!
I've just gone up the mountain, and I can't even see a single figure!
Those guys never cared about the life or death of our outer disciples, they always oppressed us, and they didn't think about us at any time!
Let's all disperse!
Find your way!
There is no more Mo Xingzong!
He stood in place, looking at the gray-robed outer door that was shouting and scolding, watching them hurriedly pry the bricks of the Gathering Spirit Formation Ground inscribed with secret patterns in the Ink Xingzong and dig up the everlasting lamps inlaid on the walls.Obviously not like that.The sect regularly distributes spirit stones, provides basic practice materials, and has elders who come to teach regularly.While there are chores that must be completed, isn't that how it should be?
He walked slowly, passing by a few fellow men who were sitting on the ground in a daze, and walked step by step towards the half-cut mountain against the flow of people.Sure enough, the mountain protection formation that originally blocked him had disappeared.A few gray-robed people were running down the hill with some brick wreckage, and when they saw him, they smiled a little embarrassed, but they knew it.He ignored the men and continued to stare at the top of the hill and walk upward.Puyang!
An acquaintance in a gray robe stopped him: Don't go up, there's nothing on it, let's run together.He looked at the man blankly: Run?
The man said, "We can go to other sects together, if you are reluctant, how about sharing half of these things I have looted?"
Anger suddenly welled up in his mind, and he suddenly threw his fist and knocked the man to the ground.Puyang!
You!
The man covered his cheeks in anger.He stared at the man and asked word by word: Why!
What's wrong with you, Puyang?
Why did you abandon the Moxing Sect so unhesitatingly?
Why can you say so easily that the Mo Xing Sect is gone?
Why did it suddenly turn out like this?
He wanted to question, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't spit out a word.The man was frightened away by him, and he walked alone to the top of the hill, where he sat all night at the junction of the flattened and bare dirt slope and the bluestone road, and finally forced himself to accept the fact.Once again, he had no home.Chapter 47: I don't want to be in charge of twenty-one days, and everything around me gradually becomes illusory.The broken main peak of the Mo Xing Sect gradually changed into a chaotic stone forest, and his mind stagnated for a moment, and a memory slowly emerged.By the way, he accidentally witnessed a group of monks killing people and taking treasures, and was chased by that group of people in an attempt to kill them.In the end, he finally escaped by infiltrating the bottom of a Spirit Boat Gate Flying Boat, and by the time he was discovered and driven out by the Flying Boat Steward, he was already in the Holy Demon Continent.This is the third year that he has come to the Holy Demon Continent.He suddenly felt a little bit of a strange fluctuation in a cave not far away.What's in the cave?
Slowly groping his way into the cave, he soon saw the remains of a skeleton in a formation that had failed due to the long years.He was a little excited, could this scene be the legendary chance?
The corpse lay in the center of the formation scar, and in front of it was a jade slip of no low grade, and there was another jade wrench on the side.He cautiously approached and observed for a moment, and finally picked up the jade slip.There doesn't seem to be a trap.He probed his divine sense into the jade slip, and suddenly, a terrible roar exploded in his divine sense, so frightened that he quickly dropped the jade slip.What was that just now?
He struggled for a long time, feeling that he didn't seem to be injured, so he picked up the jade slip again and checked it again."
I'm going to make you regret it!""
Why do you say that my refining path is a sophistry!
Why expel me!!""
One day I will return to the southern heavens, and let you kneel at my feet and repent!!
After a resentful voice, the monk who had left his thoughts finally calmed down a little."
I, the ** Daoist, was originally from the ** sect of the Southern Heaven Continent, but I was ostracized because I opened up a new method of refining the Dao.You claim that the spiritual root is the destiny of heaven, and only monks are qualified to go against the heavens, and my vain attempt to give mortals the ability to tamper with the mandate of heaven is a trick and expel me from the sect.""
I'm going to prove to you that I'm right!""
Now that my limit is approaching, I have to try to break through the source realm, but the demons in my heart have not been eliminated, and I am afraid that life and death will be unpredictable, so I will leave the inheritance in advance.If I fall here, this legacy will be left for future generations to discover.There is something I left behind in the jade wrench, as long as you make a Dao heart oath according to my request, you can break the prohibition on the wrench."
How can the name of this senior and the sect be a mess of ghost drawings?
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He put down the jade slip, picked up the jade wrench again, and checked the prohibition.The prohibition was intact, so profound that he couldn't understand it at all.That's not right.Since this inheritance is still there, the Mahayana predecessors who left the inheritance should have died in the Heavenly Tribulation, and no matter how you look at it, the means of arranging the formation here are much inferior to this prohibition, so this skeleton is actually the descendant of his inheritance?
He pinched the jade wrench and hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't resist the temptation, and slowly recited the oath: Swear by the heart of the Dao, I, Puyang Xing, will do my best to carry forward the inheritance I have obtained; I will open up new paths for those who lack spiritual roots, so that pioneers can live fearlessly in the light; If it doesn't work, it will definitely be passed on and the descendants will be passed on as soon as the voice falls, and the prohibition on the jade wrench finger will be automatically broken.He saw a mountain of jade slips and pitiful cultivation resources in this spatial magic weapon.Tsk, it really looks like it has been looted by future generations.The scene faded away quickly, and solidified again.He stood in front of the stage with a spirit pattern carving knife to draw secret patterns, and beside him stood a young man with blond hair and blue eyes.Do you see?
He put down his carving knife and turned his head to look at the blonde youth.The blonde youth bowed his head and said nothing.He pursed his lower lip and sighed: "The jade slip I gave you, you can take a look at it more."
One day, I will be able to get rid of the shackles of the repulsion of the spiritual root, why can't you just help me change the spiritual root?
The blonde youth asked softly.He frowned: When I took you as an apprentice, I made it clear that you had to cooperate with my experiments.I will only teach you, and I will not make a move, the blond young man slowly raised his head, stared at him with a complicated gaze, and said word by word: I'm sorry, teacher.His heart tightened, and he jerked back to the door.A pitch-black, sharp spider leg suddenly pierced the door, and then without pause, it pierced the defensive prohibition and tore apart the room he was in.His eyes widened as he watched the monster that appeared outside the door and the hundreds of Out-of-Body Templars.The Templar at the head raised his sword and pointed it at him, and said coldly: "Black-haired son of the devil, evil wizard, hand over your witchcraft that disobeys the will of the gods, and the gods will give you the opportunity to return to the kingdom of God."
He tensed his body and slowly retreated, looking at the blonde young man who had walked to the Templar protection range with the amulet cross in his hand in disbelief, and gritted his teeth and said, "You betrayed me?"
The blonde youth was silent, but the Templars rebuked him again: he had lost his way and returned to the arms of God.He suddenly felt very ridiculous: You say I'm a wizard?
You say I'm a son of a demon?
Do you know how many runes of light your Holy See has purchased from me?
And how many holy waters are used each year to bless newborns and improve their gifts?
The Templars' eyes flickered, but their movements did not change: Wizards, don't quibble.So you know.He laughed, and suddenly burst into the window.Behind him rang out the Templars' shouts: Holy Maiden, purify him!
There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and as he fled, he suddenly felt a numb right arm, and then a huge force pulled him backwards.He barely managed to keep his balance, and when he looked up, he saw that the ten-foot-tall, half-human, half-spider monster that had broken down the door earlier was spitting out a cloud of slime from its tail and attaching it to its arm.