"After force out the demon seed, will they let you return to the ancestor peak?" Xiaoqiu stared at my mother and observed her reaction.

Yang Qingyin was stunned for a while, put down the foot that was about to step on Xiaoqiu's wound, "For no reason, are you crazy?" After that, he turned around and ran away, and every step was seven or eight feet away, and he jumped directly up the mountain and left the valley.

Xiaoqiu continued to laugh until his ribs hurt. The Shen Yang family would never have thought that an ugly thing popped out of his mind every seven days, which was probably related to the demon species, but they couldn't see or hear it.

The next morning, Xiaoqiu arrived in the village early in the morning. He didn't want to give Yang Qingyin a chance to cheat, and Erliang's relics had to come back no matter what.

As a result, Yang Qingyin was still sleeping in. A kind disciple reminded Xiaoqiu, "Don't wake her up. When I get angry, I will set fire to the house. Did I see a corner of the house there? It was burned by me last year." Then he looked at Xiaoqiu kindly, "You are so brave. You dare to come to the village at this time."

"Well, everyone said I'm brave." Xiaoqiu was guarding outside the yard at the entrance of the village, thinking that Yang Qingyin would never sleep until noon.

The kitchen was having breakfast, and hundreds of disciples in the village were lined up on the road. When they saw Xiaoqiu pointing from a distance, Daliang ran over with a wooden bowl, his face full of anxiety, but was stopped halfway. The two disciples held his arms and stuffed him back into the team.

Daliang could only wave the wooden bowl at Xiaoqiu and reminded him that there was danger. Xiaoqiu also waved his hand. Since Yang Qingyin insisted on attracting him to meet Guan Shenyue's junior brother today, he could not escape, so he decided to fight.

The battle last night showed that he was not completely unlucky. He could win with just one chance and one chance to get close to his opponent.

Zhou Ping and five others ran from afar, their smiles so bright that they could almost melt the ice and snow under their feet. There was no figure of the eldest brother Guan Shenyue, "Brother Xiaoqiu, why are you here? Haven't you eaten yet?" The five people surrounded Xiaoqiu. They were all older, and they called "Brother Xiaoqiu" to be more friendly than Daliang.

Zhou Ping rubbed his hands, "Brother Xiaoqiu, go and sit in my room for a while. I have a brazier. I just slaughtered a pig yesterday. I left a pig leg and roasted it for the right time. I'm waiting for you to come." As he said that, he approached Xiaoqiu and lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "There is also a bottle of wine, bought from the fairy god's food for a high price. It is absolutely good."

Xiaoqiu raised his right hand and put it on Zhou Ping's shoulder. He was a little short, so Zhou Ping had to bend down and settle it. "Instead of spending a lot of money to buy wine, it's better to get me the colorful satin stuff early."

Zhou Ping was stunned, "You weren't yesterday..."

Xiaoqiu shook his head, "I got it myself and it has nothing to do with you. You still have to pay it back if you take my things away. You still have one month left."

Zhou Ping nodded repeatedly, "Yes, we must get it. Let's go, Brother Xiaoqiu, let's go drink and eat meat."

"Grill the meat and bring it, don't have the wine."

Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment, "Okay, I'll go now." As soon as she struggled, Xiaoqiu had no intention of letting go. Zhou Ping reacted quickly and said to his partner next to him: "Who is going to barbecue? I'll chat with Brother Xiaoqiu here."

The two people were gone immediately, and the three of them were left to try their best to please Xiaoqiu. Xiaoqiu was perfunctory and um, and his arms were always on Zhou Ping's shoulder and he didn't let go. From a distance, they looked like close friends who had been playing with since childhood.

Daliang received a large bowl of porridge and stood by the roadside and ate it with pickles. Most of the disciples were like him. They did not go back to the house, but watched from a distance. "Brother Xiaoqiu has a way." Daliang said to the people around him, "He is smart and will not come and be beaten for nothing."

Few people believed him, but no one refuted that ordinary disciples could not beat Ningdan disciples. This is the simplest truth, and there is no need to argue over and over again.

Seeing that the atmosphere around him became more and more tense, Zhou Ping knew that he could not hide it anymore and said clearly: "A friend will come later. He admires Brother Xiaoqiu very much and will meet you no matter what. Today."

"Okay." Xiaoqiu's arm on Zhou Ping's shoulder was tighter, "I like to make new friends the most."

Zhou Ping lowered halfway and said with a smirk: "Brother Xiaoqiu, your arm strength is getting stronger and stronger. If you press down, I will have to kneel on the ground."

“Isn’t that the position you like?”

Zhou Ping's figure was much taller than Xiao Qiu, but his legs trembled slightly, and his whole body could not resist one of the arms on his shoulders. He tried hard to fight, and his smile gradually became stiff and a piece of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

A disciple came over with his newly roasted pork legs. Zhou Ping forgot his position in the gang for a while and shouted angrily: "It will take so long to roast a meat? Why don't you run faster?"

The disciple's status in the small gang is higher than that in Zhou Ping, but he did not react at this time and defended himself in harmony: "The fire is not strong enough, and it's just right now."

The pig's legs were quite large, the bones in the middle had been removed, spread out evenly, and two large wooden sticks were inserted, baking them golden and sizzling oil.

Xiaoqiu was not polite, so he took it and took a few bites, and praised: "It's delicious, leave the Zhiyong Shop, you can be a chef."

The disciple didn't know whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm, but just laughed and occasionally glanced at the road at the entrance of the village.

Halfway through the pig's legs, a disciple shouted excitedly: "Here, finally here!"

Two Taoist disciples strode, one of them was Guan Shenyue, and the other was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. He was tall and thin, and he was slightly shaking when he walked, as if he had been staying in the misty Taoist sect for a long time, and he was a little uncomfortable with his feet on the ground.

The happiest person was Zhou Ping. He suddenly thrust up and opened his mouth to scream, but he welcomed half of the pig's legs, stuffed his entire mouth. He held the wooden sign, raised his head and pulled it hard, making fun of the onlookers in the distance. Daliang did not laugh, held the wooden bowl, took a sip and said, "Brother Xiaoqiu has a way."

Xiaoqiu wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and except Zhou Ping, the others quickly evacuated.

Guan Shenyue was not as excited as his friends, and looked a little depressed. He stepped forward and introduced: "This is fellow Taoist Mu Xingqiu, and this is fellow Taoist Tian Qianmo."

Tian Qianmo gave Xiaoqiu a ritual of Taoism, and he had the special temperament of a practitioner. It was the indifference and contemplation that only those who insisted on thinking for a long time every day. The temperament of Yangshen Peak can be seen everywhere, and once it reaches the point of use, it will quickly disappear.

Xiaoqiu returned the gift.

Zhou Ping pulled out the pork in his mouth and threw it aside, pointed at Xiaoqiu and said sternly: "Mu Xingqiu, aren't you bragging about Pangshan's best martial arts skills? This time, let you understand who is the real master? In front of the disciples of the Ancestor Peak Ningdan, you are not even a big deal!"

Guan Shenyue pulled Zhou Ping aside and gave the road to Tian Qianmo and Mu Xingqiu.

The distance was a little far, nearly two feet away. Xiaoqiu was about to walk forward casually, but Tian Qianmo said, "I heard that fellow Taoists have practiced a unique set of bone-forging fists, I want to see it."

"OK."

"I'm not afraid of laughing at fellow Taoists. I have also practiced bone-forging fist, but unfortunately I haven't been able to persevere and have never been in contact with other boxing techniques. So I want to cast spells, I hope you won't mind."

Xiaoqiu snorted and laughed, "Of course I don't mind, I know boxing, you know magic, it would be unfair not to let you use it."

Tian Qianmo smiled slightly and was about to ask the other party to make a move first, a lazy voice came from beside him, "It's just a fight, where is the fairness?"

Yang Qingyin woke up at some point and was leaning against the door frame and yawning.

Tian Qianmo obviously knew her, "Hello, Fellow Daoist Yang, I've disturbed you to rest. Let's change the place."

With the other party's words, Xiaoqiu took two steps forward.

"Why change the place? When you wake up and see the fight, you will enjoy life. Just fight here and don't go anywhere else."

"Then please give me some advice from fellow Daoist Yang." Tian Qianmo seemed very easy-going.

Yang Qingyin shook her head, "I'm not in the mood to guide you, I'm going to start a gambling game!" She suddenly became excited, straightened her body and shouted to the disciples looking away from afar: "Come on, come here, I'm going to bet, I will definitely win or lose in one game."

No one dared to come over, Zhou Ping was so angry that he shouted: "I bet with you, I bet on fellow Taoist Tian, ​​and I won a big victory, bet on one hundred taels of silver."

"Okay." Yang Qingyin raised her hand and showed a pure black silver soul, "It's a bargain. I'll use it to bet against you. If you choose Laotian, I will choose Xiaoqiu."

Zhou Ping's eyes lit up and dimly immediately. He knew that even if I really gave Yinpo to him, he wouldn't dare to ask for it. Now he just wanted to give Xiaoqiu a little more humiliation, "Okay, I'm gamble."

Yang Qingyin said to Xiaoqiu: "Tian Qianmo breathes in the first level and practices the Five Elements Wood Spell. You must be careful of the soles of your feet." Then he turned to Tian Qianmo: "Lao Tian, ​​have you learned new spells these days?"

Tian Qianmo smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Yang, you have revealed my old secrets. I am very ashamed. I still only know a set of wood-birth techniques."

"Anyway, you are not afraid, so what if you show your true feelings?" Yang Qingyin turned to Xiaoqiu again. "Lao Tian is a modest person. He has always liked to lie and hide his strength. He said that he only knows the skills of Musheng, which means he has learned new tricks, but he just thinks it is not enough to deal with you."

Xiaoqiu nodded, secretly surprised why Yang Qingyin wanted to help him.

Tian Qianmo was exposed again, and was not angry, but she still smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Yang, can I start the competition with fellow Taoist Mu Xingqiu?"

Yang Qingyin waved her hand and said she could.

"Please take the move first with fellow Taoists." Tian Qianmo showed the confidence of a confident person. He wanted to defeat a disciple who was far inferior to him, but he did not want to gain a reputation of bullying the weak with his strength.

Zhou Ping's eyes were glowing. If it weren't for being grabbed by Guan Shenyue, he would really want to get closer. Seeing Mu Xingqiu being beaten all over the ground, he could take the opportunity to kick him.

Daliang in the distance was becoming less and less confident. Tian Qianmo was too calm, as if he could defeat his opponent with a finger. He derogated himself from his identity and came to his usefulness, just to prove something that had long been concluded: inner alchemy and spells are the foundation of the Taoist dynasty, and there is nothing else.

Xiaoqiu ran towards Tian Qianmo without rushing to make moves. He hoped to shorten the distance as much as possible. Only by entering the range of close combat can he have a chance of winning.

Tian Qianmo also understood this principle. He was a Five Elements Mage and would never allow the enemy to enter within one meter. Since Mu Xingqiu took steps, he pretended that the other party had made a move and "take it." He called out.

Tian Qianmo has no magic weapon, and his fingers are pinching another Taoist technique.

Xiaoqiu jumped up and quickly grew several wood thorns several feet long from the snow at his feet. It didn't last long, but its lethality was not weak at all.

The onlookers exclaimed in unison because they could all see these wood thorns. Although this shows that the spell is relatively low, the shock to them is even stronger.

Xiaoqiu didn't jump too high, and the soles of the shoes were almost slid across the wooden thorns. He still couldn't rush into the range of ten feet, but he couldn't wait any longer. A Mei Xin punched her and pointed it at Tian Qianmo's chest.

"Okay!" Yang Qingyin praised, "I'm going to attack Jiang Palace, and my heart is the place where spells are generated, so that he can't cast spells, a clever plan, a clever plan!"

It was Yang Qingyin's sentence yesterday that "I forced me to cast spells directly with Jianggong" that made Xiaoqiu understand one thing. Instead of staring at the hands of casting, it is better to control the Jianggong, the Zhongdantian, which produces spells.

Tian Qianmo's heart suddenly felt numb, and the second trick of Mu Sheng was not released.
Chapter completed!