Taoist endowment

Chapter 524
In order to discover talents among the students, the Royal Martial Academy will hold a martial arts competition around Chongyang Festival every year. At that time, Xianyun Temple will also send out deacons to participate. It is said that it is a matter of reward and punishment on behalf of the sect, but in fact It is to compete with Ji Huan for talents.

Song Qingquan is nineteen years old, but he is already one of the most talented people in the Royal Beast Familiar Branch, because he ranked first in the branch competition this time, so besides the rewards he should have, he is also qualified to be a deacon from the audience. If there is one more thing to ask for, there is no objection to Lingbao and elixir.

He didn't want anything else, he just wanted to get good medicine for his old mother's eye disease. The deacon Nan Gongzhang felt his filial piety, so he went back to the sect specially, and got a panacea for him from Shi He.

The secret medicine of the immortal sect is very unusual. With the help of the elixir, not only her eyes were cleared and her eyesight was restored, but her figure and appearance were also much younger. This matter has become a strange story in the village.

With nothing to do today, Song Qingquan went to the village middle school to test the lessons of the urchins. This is also a rule of the Royal Martial Arts Academy. Emperor Ji Huan used to be a teacher for half a year. Can exceptions be made?
As long as he thinks that the deacon Nangong so domineeringly assigned himself to Xianyunguanwaimen, and the head of the enshrining courtyard who came to compete for talents could only bow his head and admit defeat, Song Qingquan felt amused, and felt as if there was a burning in his chest. ball of flames.

"Who doesn't know that Nangong Deacon, who bears the title of prince, is His Majesty's younger brother? The old man has already opened his mouth. Even if His Majesty came in person, he would have to hold his nose to recognize him? My previous efforts were not in vain. After that, you can set foot on the fairy gate!"

Thinking of this, Song Qingquan couldn't help but look softer at the group of urchins. Just as he was about to explain the "Introduction to Martial Arts" from the beginning again, he suddenly saw Uncle Wu in the village standing outside the window, sweating profusely. Beckon yourself.

After listening to Wu Er's narration, Song Qingquan couldn't help but tremble. Others were puzzled by the mystery of escaping clouds, but he had heard it mentioned by the master of the martial arts academy, and said in his heart:

"Zongmen masters are always in a hurry, and it is said that they will not stay in one place for too long. Could it be that the person who came here is a spy from the Northern Wilderness? No, this place is just an ordinary village, so what is there to covet?"

Full of doubts, Song Qingquan first hid a message arrow in his sleeve, and then jumped up, using the secret method of Yukong from Yushoutang, and flew towards the light cloud.

Ten miles, three miles..., under Song Qingquan's emissary, the phantom winged snake under his feet first drew a large circle in the air, then slowly approached, and stopped when the distance between Qingyun and Qingyun was less than a hundred feet.

Although he couldn't see the appearance of the person on the cloud, Song Qingquan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Zongmen monks are used to green shirts. Since the visitor is wearing a blue Taoist robe, he must be a master in the sect, so he bowed and said: "Song Qingquan, a student from the Martial Arts Academy, pays his respects to senior, huh? It's demonic energy! You are an agent of the demon tribe!"

Just when Song Qingquan reported his family name, Chen Guanzhu, who had kept his eyes closed, opened his eyes suddenly, and the cloud that was as white as cotton wool under him also turned into a miserable green in an instant!

Seeing this situation, Song Qingquan didn't even think about it, he raised his hand and threw the arrow in his sleeve out, the arrow lost the restraint of the law, and shot into the sky with a "swish", and also let out a sharp whistling sound Voice!
"Huh! The juniors of the human race are also alert, but unfortunately they are useless in front of this deity!"

Just when the Xunjian was about to explode, Chen Jingyun snorted coldly. While speaking, he grabbed his hand in vain, and then saw a hideous strange hand protruding from mid-air, aiming at Xunjian, which is famous for its speed. Grab it.

Seeing that the surrounding area was covered by demonic aura, Song Qingquan's expression changed instantly. He knew that the other party was a cultivator in the demon infant realm, otherwise he would never have such power in a single gesture!

In a flash of thought, I saw this kid smiling all over his face, and said with his hands together: "I don't know why senior came to Tiannan? I'm not talented, but I'm a disciple of Xianyunguan's outer sect. If senior has an assignment, I should take care of it." Do your best."

Hearing this, Chen Guanzhu smiled grimly, and said: "Sure enough, there are some cunning people in the human race! Just now you said that you are a student of the martial arts academy, why now you have become an outer disciple of Xianyunguan? You Who is the master?"

"Senior, don't blame me. The two identities of the boy are true. The family teacher's surname is Nangong, and he is one of the "Seven Heroes of the Outer Sect" of Xianyun Temple. I wonder if the senior has heard of it?"

The Royal Martial Academy has a special course titled "Mind Learning", which was specially added according to Nie Wanniang's intention. Therefore, Song Qingquan, who is an elite of the martial arts academy, opened his mouth and said, Come, and when he said it, he believed it himself.

"Hahaha! It turns out that you are Nangong Chao's disciple, and it really doesn't take much effort to get here! You only need to be made into a puppet, so why don't you know the movements of Xianyun Temple?"

Chen Guanzhu, who was full of bad humor in his heart, laughed and raised his hand to hold Song Qingquan in mid-air. After that, he muttered something, presumably he wanted to perform some kind of soul-controlling magic.

Seeing this situation, Song Qingquan couldn't help crying secretly. Although he knew that he would be unlucky today, he still refused to give up, and quickly shouted:
"Old monster! The young master fell into your hands today, so you can kill and save as you please! But if you dare to kill the people below, you will be looking for your own death!"

"Little brat! You are very stubborn! Now that I have revealed my true body, I will naturally slaughter all these human ants, but tell me, why did I seek my own death?"

"Hmph! I'm Xianyunguan's founder's prestige, you, an old demon, certainly don't know. He has always loved the common people. If you dare to massacre the village, the ancestor will be furious when he finds out, and then he will go up to the poor and fall down." Huang Quan, will also smash your corpse into thousands of pieces!"

Seeing Yaoxiu's complexion becoming cloudy and uncertain, Song Qingquan finally felt relieved, even if there was even a slight possibility for such an old ghost in front of him, he was determined not to take risks, after all, what he had to face was a famous Xianyun Wuzun of the three clans!

"My life and death, Song Qingquan, are small, but the lives of the old mother in the village and the neighbors are great. It's a pity that my life is short-lived, and I have already stepped into the fairy gate with one foot. Sigh!"

Glancing at the village in the distance, and seeing that several uncles who were looking up under the big willow tree had already rushed to the distance, Song Qingquan felt relieved. Although there was regret in his heart, his eyes became clearer.

Awareness of life and death, spiritual self-birth!In an instant, Song Qingquan had an epiphany in front of the enemy, the original bottleneck of practice was loosened, and the energy in his whole body was also strengthened a lot.

Hearing that Daoxi died in the morning, Song Qingquan still could not hide his joy even though he knew that even if he raised his cultivation by one level, he would still be nothing in the eyes of this demon cultivator.

"Hahaha! The qualifications are fair and the ambition is quite good. If all the disciples of the martial arts academy are like you, why should I worry that I can't look down on the three clans?

That's all, the host of this book is in a good mood today, so let's take this "Dragon and Tiger Alchemy of the Gods" cheaply, you naughty boy!What are you doing in a daze?Don't come here yet! "

Seeing the disappearance of the demonic atmosphere between the heaven and the earth, Song Qingquan was stunned for a moment, and finally understood the meaning of Taoist Tsing Yi's words, trembling reluctantly climbed up to Dunyun, then crawled on the cloud and dared not raise his head.

"Ming gathers five flavors, refines and recites yellow clothes, golden platform weighs nine, empty and full without injury. The fetal essence is held, the original name is Hunchang, Sideng is not empty, and the magic is mysterious."

The sounds of the sky burst out but did not come out of the cloud, so I don't know how long it took, when Song Qingquan was awakened by a burst of loud shouts, where was the shadow of the patriarch in front of him?When I followed the sound and looked down, I found that it was a young and strong man from the village rushing to help with a weapon in his hand.

Seeing this situation, Song Qingquan couldn't help feeling hot in his heart, and secretly said: "It's worth it!"

　I didn't expect the second shot of the vaccine to be so powerful. After two days of suffering, I finally feel better today, but my mind is still dizzy.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)