Legend of the Cultivation God Chapter 1978: Seven Yang Daoist Monastery

"Hee hee ... many thanks Jiang Mister!" Looking at the Lotus lamp flying from mid-air, the woman hurriedly grabbed it with a hand and smiled, "The slave family wants to put the Mister ink treasure in the house to calm the evil! It flows in the stream ... "

The woman ’s emotions are obviously very rich, and the exposed ones are also considered naked, but Jiang Mister smiled and said: "I hope the girl will have a beautiful Central Festival anyway!"

"Ginger Mister, Ginger Mister ..." For a time, many men and women shouted and wanted this Ginger Mister to light up their Lotus.

"Hahaha ... many thanks everyone support, Jiang is just an ordinary person of Academy, there are many Senior Brother brothers of Jiang, everyone is not inferior to Cultivation Base Jiang, rest assured! Jiang Mister laughed, waved his hand, many The Lotus lights are released from the hands of everyone, and they fell near the pavilion, not only in front of Jiang Mister, but also a few before other students!

Xiao Hua and others were not too close to this pavilion, but when many Lotus lights flew, they were still illuminated by the bright lights. Jiang Mister glanced like electricity, glanced over from four people, and saw Xiao Jian The body of dao robe didn't feel a slight pause, and a strange expression flashed, but this expression disappeared, and his eyes fell on the Lotus lamp!

"The three principles of real life are the roots of morality. Niu Jiuyang and his servants are also weak. Chu prisoners capped their crowns and passed them to the poor north. Ding Wok Gan is like a lok, and it's hard to get it!" Inside, the sonorous voice of chanting came out word by word, many students waved their ink pens to make eye-catching on Lotus lights, Xiao Hua and others turned out from the pavilion, this garden is lively. But the excitement belongs to the students and the villagers, but not to them!

In addition to the pavilion closest to Xiao Hua, other places in the garden also have skyrocketing true air from time to time, and even some gorgeous Sword Qi. Such a night full of human voices, such an awe-inspiring night, even on the Mid-Autumn Festival, even the day when the ghosts are walking at night, I am afraid that I do n’t have to be afraid of Dreadful Ghost approaching?

Leave the garden. Xiao Hua and others are under the leadership of Liu Yi. After walking a few streets, the surroundings gradually quieted down. Although there were some hanging lanterns, it was far from the previous noise. And these streets are already worn out. I even felt a little desolate. The distance between street and street is getting longer and longer. There is a river not too wide on the side of the street, but it is stinky water flowing in the river, and the air is filled with stench and piles of flies.

A small bridge appears in front. Several ragged beggars walked quickly in front of the Xiao Hua horse with dirty pots in their hands. Xiao Hua smiled, because he had seen that just behind the bridge, there was a slightly desolate slope, and there were some broken shanties on the left. The stinky gully-like stream on the left was just surrounding the **** and the shanty. Go around!

"This ... is Xiluoling and Seven Yang Daoist Monastery!" Xiao Hua thought secretly thought, but when he was about to speak, he frowned slightly, but when he saw his Divine Sense, he was about tens of feet away from him. The place, two people dressed in black, quickly walked through a ruin, it is the Body Lightening Kung Fu to run to the distance.

"Oh? These people ... are they local ..." Xiao Hua Divine Sense just swept a bit. I do n’t know why these people caused their alertness. I thought about it and asked, "Liu Yi, what can be done in China? With the Cloak Gang similar organization? "

"Yes!" Liu Yi replied without hesitation, "Black Wind door!"

"Oh? Isn't this the capital of the Copper Pillar Kingdom? How can there be such wicked people?" Xiao Hua received Divine Sense, said in surprise.

Do n’t wait for Liu Yi to open, Xiao Jian coldly said: "Education Immortal Elder knows that this official is a family since ancient times! Not to mention border, it will exist in any nation capital city!"

"Uh ..." Xiao Hua pico nods, pointed his finger at, "Go, cross this bridge, the front is Seven Yang Daoist Monastery!"

"Dada ..." The monotonous horseshoe sounded on the slightly silent street, and on the side of the lively copper pillar Academy, the garden where Xiao Hua had just walked through, a slightly dark place, forehead Khan's Jiang Mister was sitting there drinking tea, "SS" one sound Flying Sword sounded softly, and the Flying Sword that was one inch long fell in front of Jiang Mister! Jiang Mister frowned, looked left and right, and slapped his hand, then the flying sword actually turned into a mouthful of paper made little sword stopped in his hand, until Jiang Mister opened the paper, to see what was inside, the look was not Changed, a Sword Light was born in the hand to shred the paper, and then stood up, said lightly: "Hundred ghosts walk by night, hundred ghosts walk by night ..."

I heard Seven Yang Daoist Monastery in front and Xiao Jian beat the horse underneath. The horse speeded up and walked on the low bridge. At this time, the full moon at that time did not rise, and the bridge was in the night. It was a little vague, and it was only after Xiao Jian came up to the bridge that I realized that the other side of the bridge was very low-lying, huge and dark, and occasionally some lights sparks flickered, which was very different from what I saw earlier.

"Go there!" Xiao Hua pointed to the left hand under the bridge, where there was a dim brilliance, but it was not obvious.

"Alas, the Taoist Temple in the world is a family!" Xiao Jian sighed one sound, "Although the capital city of Tongzhu Kingdom is prosperous, Seven Yang Daoist Monastery is similar to Jiangchao Temple in Changsheng Town ... Nothing is the same!"

When everyone approached the dim place, they saw a gate blocked by a broken brick. The gate was about one foot wide and two feet high, but Xiao Jian glanced away and lost interest. ! Without him ... Except that it is several times larger than Jiang Chaoguan's portal, the entire Seven Yang Daoist Monastery portal is like someone who moved the entire Jiang Chaoguan portal! The patent leather above the gate dried up, as if the scales of the river fish were scraped, some fell, and some hung there. Even the open door was miraculously inclined like the gate of Jiang Chaoguan It's about to fall off the door shaft!

Of course, on both sides of the portal, there are two tattered red lanterns and the top of the portal. Although the cleaning is very clean, the still-illegous "Seven Yang Daoist Monastery" tells Xiao Jian that he is not dreaming back to Changsheng Town .

"Slow down, slow down ..." Xiao Jian just walked before Seven Yang Daoist Monastery, and heard an unusually kind voice before the gate. Although the sound is old and hoarse, it is also true in the night sky and wind Clearly, "This good Lord eats slowly, if there is not enough for a while ..."

Xiao Jian is a bit puzzled to see. Just before Seven Yang Daoist Monastery, there is a big iron pot, and the steamed white porridge is inside. Before the iron pan, there were dozens of ragged beggars. These beggars were old and small, and even a few women with babies on their backs! These beggars, without exception, all set their eyes on the white porridge, licking their shriveled lips, and swallowing saliva unabashedly. A young man with stains on his face looked sick, and just received a bowl of white porridge, ignoring the hotness of the hot porridge, he immediately took a sip and was so hot that he breathed continuously. After the iron pan, an old man of low stature With a wooden spoon full of porridge in his hand, he hurriedly told the young man. Under the lights, the old man's expression of laughter was like seeing his anxious grandson.

Xiao Hua has been dismounted. Walking behind Xiao Jian, his eyes are different from Xiao Jian. He does not fall on the white porridge, but looks at the old man carefully. But seeing that the old man was about sixty years old, his back was somewhat rickety, and the slightly wider dao robe was sternly worn on the body. This dao robe did not show any luster under the lights. Obviously, it was already worn out. Very neat, bundled in a small crown on the top of the head. The old man is very spirited, and has the appearance of being immortal. But in the eyes of Xiao Hua, this old man is no different from ordinary people. Not only does he not have any Magic Force, he has no Dao School Cultivation Base!

"Good Lords ..." The old eyes turned away from the young people and said apologetically, "This white porridge has just been cooked. I had to wait for the cold before this humble Daoist took it out! The good lords have been hungry and waited for a long time, and then they hurried out! After everyone filled it, they ate a little cold before eating. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. this humble Daoist does n’t have too many things, but there is still some white porridge. Enough ... "

"many thanks Priest ..." these beggars said weakly, obviously obviously hungry. Some of them have heard the sound of horseshoes of Xiao Jian and others looking up and looking at Xiao Jian and others ...

The old ears do n’t seem to work well, and I do n’t hear the sound of a horseshoe. I still concentrate on using a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of porridge from the iron pan, but my arms are trembling. Within the broken bowl of a beggar who has long stretched his arms ...

"Oh?" After the Xiao Jian jumped off immediately, the figure flashed in front of the old man's eyes before the old man realized that someone was coming. Turning my head, I saw dao robe of Xiao Jian, the joy flashed in the eyes of the old man, preaching the chant, "Amountless Dao Venerable, Dao You are here?"

"In Xiao Jian, I saw Senior!" Xiao Jian put a palm on his chest, very respectfully.

"Do n’t dare, the old Dao Shan, but just a few years old is not enough for Senior!" The spoon in that old hand was not put down, and the same one-handed gift was given, "Xiao Daoyou, please wait, wait for the old Daoist General white porridge to give these Good Lord, invite Daoyou to watch it again! "

"Dao Shan Senior please be busy first ..." Xiao Jian looked at the gate behind the old man a little, but he didn't understand it. The gate of Seven Yang Daoist Monastery is so big, why should it be Disciple? Could it be that this Dao Shan is even more embarrassing than himself, even without an apprentice?

Lao Dao naturally also saw Xiao Hua and others behind Xiao Jian, but looking at a few people are young, thought it was Disciple of Xiao Jian, and smiled kindly, and served porridge to a few beggars. But, for a moment, the old arm shook even more. (To be continued, please search Piao Heavenly Glyph to learn, the novel is better and faster!