World of Cultivation

Seventy-fourth nightmare

After being ordered to ban alchemy for a month, Zuo Mo did not feel anything. He could escape a robbery and alchemy for a month. The choice between the two is not difficult. But when the master told him that he needed to go to Xin Yan Shi Bo Na to temper it, if it was not satisfied with Xin Yan Shi Bo, the alchemy ban would be extended indefinitely.

Zuo Mo is completely dumbfounded.

It is a robbery to see those masters of the Golden Age, and accepting the "torture" of Xin Yan Shi Bo is another robbery. If he chooses to choose himself, he will not hesitate to choose the previous robbery. He is puzzled by the masters of the Golden Age, but how terrible it is for Xin Yan Shi Bo, but he has a deep understanding.

He now knows what is smart and is wrong.

The master who always urged him to make alchemy was also uncharacteristically, and he was forced to go to Xin Yan Shi Bo Na to accept "special training." Before he left, he was extremely warned. If he was embarrassed in Xin Yan Shi Bo, he would return to "哼哼".

The master's "哼哼" is almost the same as the horror of the second division. The master never said what her "哼哼" is, but every time she "squats" and sneers, Zuo Mo always shudders and feels hairy.

With a mortal enlightenment, Zuo Mo ran his head to the grass of Xin Yan Shi Bo. Along the way, he warned the Pu Yao countless times. Pu Yao is definitely a person who hates hate. The second division has a slap in him, and with this sly chicken, he definitely wants to get back to the scene. Pu Yao arrogant and arrogant to face, hard to say what was injured first, will be injured by the second division. However, Zuo Mo is very glad that the demon's injury is not good. Otherwise, he will definitely come out and find trouble for him.

Don't you know that the times are different?

After the incident of Yinzhu, Zuo Mo’s fear of Pu Yao completely disappeared. What kind of demon, obviously is an old antique that still lived three thousand years ago and completely derailed from the times!

very pitiful!

Sometimes, Zuo Mo can't help but sympathize with Pu Yao. In his view, this guy obviously lives in the reverie of the past and always refuses to face the cruel reality. Anyone who has been locked up for three thousand years, when they come out, can't avoid it, left to think. Moreover, the impact of the Yinzhu incident on the Pu Yao looks very big, and the **** has been stunned for several days. Pu Yao later proposed many kinds of things that can make money, all of them were sympathetic but resolutely dismissed by Zuo Mo.

Compassion to sympathy, in order to avoid trouble, Zuo Mo still severely warned Pu Yao. Zuo Mo first used the second division to intimidate and found that there was no effect. He immediately switched to the spar to intimidate and immediately worked. Pu Yao is eating a large spar, Zuo Mo does not know how the polycrystalline stone demon is used. However, it is clear that the Pu Yao has added another flower with the spar - into the sword hole. Pu Yao is extremely eager for yin, and in this area, only the sword hole is available.

Zuo Mo found the feeling of raising a pet.

The second time I came to Wangyang Peak, the sword in the ground around the grasshopper seemed to know him, and all disappeared.

"Two divisions." He shouted.

"Come in." The second teacher's cold words came from behind the wooden door.

Zuo Mo seems to see the wooden door, the second division is sitting, his body is as tall as a mountain, and the shadow cast casts him. He looked up and looked up in the darkness, only in the dark shadows above his head, a pair of twinkling eyes, staring at him coldly.

Zuo Mo couldn't help but shudder, forced to throw away the cranky thoughts, and set his mind, he pushed the door open and took the courage to walk in.

"Sit." The second division did not open his eyes. He was sitting on the futon as he was last time. The sun fell from a hole in the top of the grass and sprinkled on him.

Zuo Mo saw the futon in front of the second division and carefully sat down to make a look.

"From today, I will teach you." Xin Yan Shi Bo was thin and thin, but he sat down with his eyes closed. His own stocks were as heavy as a thousand, and they could barely breathe. The voice of his speech is not big, but it falls in the left Moore, like a rolling thunder.

"Yes." Zuo Mo weakly responded. He didn't understand it until now, why did the masters suddenly think of throwing him to the second division?

"This sword is not heavy, but you are born weak, congenitally deficient, you must start from the body." Xin Yan Shibo did not open his eyes, but a faint tone with a strong sense of oppression, announced that the left is miserable The beginning of life.

The absence of an empty mountain is not precipitous, but the mountain road is long and winding, and if you are on foot, you have to walk for nearly three hours.

The outside disciple of the empty sword door suddenly found that Zuo Mo’s brother would follow the mountain road every day, panting, sweating, up and down. Within a few days, Zuo Mo’s brother had more backpacks on his back, still up and down, watching the brothers and sisters move in the mountain road with great difficulty. Some foreign disciples wanted to go forward and be diligent, but they were stunned by Zuo Mo’s brother. A dog is bloody. The two monks of the foreigner disciples can't figure out what they are doing. Does the brother like to abuse themselves?

Zuo Mo has even a crying heart every day, how can the mood be pleasing to others?

At the highest point on the top of the mountain, Xin Yan Shi Bo stood up against the wind, overlooking him. He didn't dare to be lazy.

"This stupid way, your waste teacher will actually use such a stupid way." Pu Yao gloating in sorrow.

Zuo Mo gritted his leg and he was soaked in sweat. His bare feet stepped on the stone steps of the mountain and left a wet footprint. He did not care about the Pu Yao, not afraid of the second division, but the strength of not speaking. Now think about the porters of the refining bodies at the foot of Dong Fu. He only hates himself for not learning to refine his body. Every step of his life is to bite his teeth. If he stops and rests in the middle, then this is equivalent to half-running, and will face double punishment.

The eyes of Er Shibo are really horrible. Even so far away, you can still see it so real. Every time I think about this, he has mourned for countless times in his heart. Second Shibo, you are not so busy. Every day, guarding this little person, it’s not worth it!

Don't you meditate... don't you fix the sword... don't you want to refine it...

"Would you like me to teach you a method of refining?" Pu Yao smirked and said: "Speaking of refining, the devil is the ancestor. The cultivators of your cultivators are all demonized by others, but they learn again. It’s not like. Hey, as a senior ally of the devil, I have a deep-selling heritage, a package, a lifetime benefit, and no side effects...”

Zuo Mo was too lazy to care for him. He licked his teeth and used all his strength to move up step by step.

Pu Yao smiled more joyfully.

On the top of Dongfeng Mountain, Xiaoguo looked at the middle of Lushan Road. Zuo Mo’s brother climbed up and down in a difficult way. His heart was full of emotions. He clenched his tiny fists and his face was full of firmness.

The brothers are so powerful, so hard and diligent, Xiaoguo must work hard!

She turned back and decided to double the cultivation today!

If Zuo Moru knows Xiaoguo’s thoughts, he will surely scream and sigh: “Brother is forced!”

In fact, his brain is now blank and his body's reaction and thinking become quite dull. In the second half of the mountain climbing, all were subconscious mechanical actions. Even the Pu Yao said anything, he could not hear clearly.

When he finally climbed to the top of the mountain, the second division did not say a word, picked him up and flew to the courtyard.

In the courtyard, a large iron pot holds a large wooden barrel, which is filled with dark liquid, and the smell of the medicine is far and near. Xu Qingshou was at the side of the barrel and saw the second division’s squatting on the left, and quickly pointed to the fire.

Xin Yan Shi Bo left the Momo into the wooden barrel without saying a word, and then flew away.

Plop, left like a mud, was accurately thrown into the barrel. The hot potion made his pupils suddenly round and round, and he uttered a smack of cold air. He kept a little red face on the side of Xu Qing, and then sympathized to the left. "My brother, today, I have to spend a total of three products." Spar, the owner said, keep it in the account, let you arrive at the time."

Zuo Mo’s expression nodded – it’s too hot!

Every day, the liquid medicine has to pay for itself, which is too fast! Isn't this forcing yourself to owe? However, for several days, Zuo Mo also knew that the resistance was useless and had to recognize his teeth. In addition, the effect of this liquid is also very significant. Without it, Zuo Mo will certainly not be able to complete the training of the second division, and it will face even more terrible punishment.

Sometimes, there is an illusion in the left, in fact, the second division and the master are doing things...

Xu Qing reminded me more sympathetically: "Brother, I want to add fire!"

In a short time, the pig-like screams echoed in the Fangfangyuan. The female disciples who worked in the front yard looked back and looked at each other sympathetically. They looked at each other and said with a sigh of relief: "Poor!" Own work.

After taking a bath, Zuo Mo returned to Xifeng Xiaoyuan like a sleepwalking, and the nightmare of one day was finally over.

He wants to fall down and sleep. The bones are like falling apart, but he still clenches his teeth and insists on meditating in the stone room. There is nothing outstanding about the recovery of the body, but it is very effective for nourishing the heart.

Zuo Mo is very skeptical that if there is no "sacrifice", he is not exhausted, but also mad.

He settled quickly and the time passed quickly. He opened his eyes and was still sore, but the feeling of a blank brain was gone, as if the body was being controlled by him. The medicine bath is the medicine of the master. It is said that the more tired, the more powerful the medicine can.

With a bit of nostalgia but helplessly got up, he must now rush to Wang Yangfeng before the sun comes out. If he is late, he will be very miserable. At this time, the sky was not bright outside, black lacquered, and the mountain road was still chilly.

Against the night, Zuo Mofei rushed toward Wangyang Peak, and the stars on his head flashed naughtyly.

Zuo Mo, who runs wildly in the wind, now has only one idea, that is, this nightmare is coming to an end! He missed the life of alchemy in the past, and even practicing swords in the river was much better than this. He is now almost a wrench finger, and what makes him feel desperate is that before the departure of the master, before the second division is satisfied...

Second Shibo is satisfied...

He has countless reasons to believe that in the eyes of the horrible second division, the moment is just beginning.

Just when Zuo Mo lived a tragic life, at this time, Dongfu had a terrible event, and Dongfu vibrated!