Starting from the hard-working Jindan ancestors

Chapter 145

"The disciple of the younger generation, Zhenxuan, has met Patriarch Chunjun."

Huang Yi glanced at the epitaph on the tombstone, but there was only a few words: The tomb of Shilan Yiyi, disciples: Quanyi, Quanzheng, Quanyuan, Quanyan, Li.

Lan Yuyi, No.30 disciple of the sixth generation of patriarchs, that generation is called: Zhixu Duandu Enlightenment, the original pure and complete metaphysics.He is also a disciple of a fairy, but his cultivation level is not like that of the No. 19 master Chungang, who became a Yang god, and went to the small heaven to take up the post of Ascension, but only achieved Jindan. It is also from this generation that the head of the sect fell to the foreign surname In the hands of the masters, from the No. 19 generation Taiwei master to the present Huang Yi No. 40, the nine generations of Taiwei masters, and a full [-] generations of Taiwei masters are all not Lan's surname.

What exactly happened during this period Huang Yi was unable to go into the details, but what is certain is that after the 37th generation of disciples, the disciples with the surname Lan were rejected from the microcosm, and in Huang Yi's generation, it can be regarded as completely extinct, but inside The story is obviously not simple.

As Huang Yi opened his mouth, the taro plant suddenly emitted a little blue light, and then a seasoned figure appeared in front of Huang Yi's eyes, looking at Huang Yi's eyes, obviously unhappy.

Standing behind Huang Yi, Hu Dali was obviously at a loss, a little afraid, and a little curious, but he was more looking forward, as if expecting what would happen this time.

"Whose disciple are you?" The old Taoist raised his eyebrows spiritually and asked.

"Disciple Zhenxuan is the sixth generation disciple of Taiwei No.60, and his master is Liu Zhengfei, and now he is the ninth temple master of Taiwei No.40." Huang Yi said kindly without the slightest bit of impatience.

"Too microcosmic is really in decline, a golden core can be the master of the temple!" The old man did not hide the contempt in his eyes.

"That's what the patriarch taught."

"Where is the leader named Lan in the faction now? Let him come to see me?" The old man didn't criticize Huang Yi anymore, but changed the subject.

"Reporting to Patriarch, now there is only one line of disciples left in the microcosm." Huang Yi said tactfully, but what a person the old man is, he understood the meaning of Huang Yi's words in an instant, and the expression on his face changed sharply, as if he was really angry. It’s the Tao, and there is no cultivation of the Tao and Quanzhen at all.

"What about people!"

"Dead." Huang Yi's reaction was very flat, and then he said: "The disciple does not have the blood of the ancestor even if he sits down."

"Why don't you accept apprentices in the village!" The old Taoist was really angry.

"I have tried it. The mountain is miserable, but it is not as happy as the world, but the villagers don't want to go up the mountain." Huang Yi replied without sadness or joy.

"You!" After a while, the old Taoist regained his strength and asked again, "Why is the mountain closed?"

"There is a big enemy outside the mountain, and the disciple has been plotted repeatedly, so he can't guard against it, so he closes the mountain and devotes himself to practicing in order to protect himself."

"Hehehe, this statement is fresh and refined." The old man naturally mocked mercilessly.

Huang Yi didn't answer, but just quietly looked at the old man in front of him.

"Why, what's the matter with the old Taoist? If there is nothing wrong, you can go back to the mountain." The old Taoist raised his brows and told Huang Yi.

"The Patriarch seems to have forgotten something." Huang Yi did not reply to the old Taoist's words, but raised the whisk in his hand, still smiling and telling the old Taoist in front of him.

"Why, is it possible that you still want to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, and kill me!" Huang Yi said, the old man's face changed again, and he scolded hysterically.

"Don't dare, it's because the patriarch of the close way has something to say. The disciples of too microcosm are not in the office of the underworld, and they are not the ghosts of the dead. Although the patriarch is manifested with the "patriarch"'s residual thoughts, he should be counted as my disciple of the microcosm. Now the disciples see the patriarch like this. , of course we can't do nothing." Huang Yi calmly replied.

The old Taoist laughed back angrily: "Come on, greet the old Taoist with any tricks, I want to see how Li Chungang's apprentice deceives the master and destroys the ancestor!"

Huang Yi was not affected at all, but slowly opened his mouth and said: "If the patriarch refuses to fight, the disciples will naturally use tricks on the patriarch. If it is said that the small way deceives the master and destroys the ancestor, the Taoist's words are a bit far-fetched. .According to Taiwei Fayin, when the patriarch was on the mountain, he once broke the remnants of the two patriarchs "Hongzhen" and "Yingli", but now disciple Zhenxuan has broken the remnants of the patriarchs, so why not?"

The old Taoist's complexion really changed, and then he said in a low voice: "You really want to destroy me."

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun!" Huang Yi shouted.

"Hey, goats are lost by diversity, and scholars are killed by many ways." The old man opened his hands as he said, as if he could accept everything in front of him calmly.

Huang Yi frowned slightly, but he still cooperated with the tricks to deal with 'ghosts', especially this kind of 'waiting for death' ghosts. Of course, the 'Curse of Rebirth' was sharp.

As Huang Yi opened and closed his hands and mouth, a mysterious aura was generated in front of the tomb, but the old Taoist still didn't respond at all, as if to maintain the last bit of decency of the senior master, the illusory Taoist robe was windless and automatic, coupled with his emptiness The expression on his face really has the demeanor of a patriarch.

"敇!" Seeing that Huang Yi finished his practice, as soon as the mantra was spoken, a mysterious aura suddenly diffused from the air, and then a golden light hit the old Taoist.

The golden light covered the old man, but the old man didn't respond at all. Huang Yi frowned, and suddenly the shield made a soft sound. Without thinking too much, the five-party command flag that had been hidden in his sleeve opened naturally, and then A figure was separated by the shield opened by the five-party order flag, looking at the trajectory, it was running towards Huda.

"Patriarch, why is this so difficult for a disciple?" Huang Yi turned his head to look at the figure, but there was no shadow of the body covered by the curse of rebirth.

"Hmph, you sounded good!" The figure of the old Taoist did not stop, but turned into a counting shadow, making it hard to see his real body.

However, Huang Yi shook his head. Is it because his own ideas are too advanced, or is it that this patriarch is obstinate, just like before, even a person who has just entered the threshold of cultivation can think of something, he, a golden core monk, will fall here ?But it's no wonder, it's just a collection of remnants, looking at the breath, not to mention the golden pill, even the return pill seems a bit illusory.

Huang Yi didn't pay attention to the change of the old way, he used his finger as a sword, and shot out a sword aura, and hit the taro in front of the tomb.

Sure enough, seeing Huang Yi like this, the old man's complexion changed drastically, and several figures came together, guarding in front of the taro, and dispelled the sword energy Huang Yi hit, but there was a figure that disappeared into nothingness.

Huang Yi shook his head, and easily uttered the mantra of "Ju!".

Then several light blue ropes suddenly appeared in front of the old Taoist, imprisoning the old Taoist.

"Why is Patriarch doing this? Since I appeared here, Patriarch should already know the ending, so why bother?" Huang Yi's words seemed to be pointing.

The old man sneered and said nothing.Seeing this, Huang Yi didn't say much, and chanted the mantra of passing away again, covering the old man in the golden light, but the old man seemed to have some countermeasures, but he was stalemate there for a while, although the golden light Huang Yi shot Gradually melt the old man's body, but judging by the progress, it is not possible to do his best in a short time.

But in the direction of Lanjia Village, there is an invisible shadow running towards the village, as if to hide its own aura, the speed is not very fast, naturally it is much faster than ordinary people running.

Soon, the Lanjia Village was close at hand, and the invisible shadow seemed to chuckle slightly, and the old Taoist who was being transformed by Huang Yi was also moved, but before the old Taoist was happy, he saw a streak of light falling from the sky The dharma sword was firmly nailed to the shadow of an old Taoist figure, and in an instant, it wiped out the filth from the world.

At the same time, the old Taoist 'soul' who was being transformed by Huang Yi lost all energy in an instant if he was hit hard. Then he glared at Huang Yi, but didn't know what he wanted to express, until the light from the reincarnation curse penetrated into his body. Only then did a cry of grief resound in Lantaopo due to his figure.

"Hahaha, Li Chungang, your disciples and grandchildren won't live long without me, Lan Yiyi! I! I didn't lose! Since I'm no longer part of my Lan family, let's go like this!"

Seeing that the last gleam of light was about to be melted away by Huang Yi's reincarnation spell, the voice of the old Taoist turned into a sigh:
"Protect that child, don't let him leave Weishan."

Then there seemed to be a breeze sweeping through, taking away the slightest haze between the heaven and the earth, and looking at this unpretentious cemetery again, the Taro, which looked extraordinarily strong at that moment, seemed to have lost all energy and spirit, slowly sluggish , and soon became no different from ordinary taro.

　I originally wanted to write a fierce battle, but I felt that it was too cumbersome to write a few hundred words, so I changed it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)