Eternal Taoist King

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"Cultivation is so boring. If you want, you can accompany me to practice together. If you don't want to, then I will accompany you to swim in the mountains and water for three years. If you can't achieve Jinxian in the future, then at least these three years It can also become a memory. "Song Ning continued.

Leng Yuexiao put a hard hammer on Song Ning's chest: "What the **** are you talking about? Song Ning I know would rather die than kneel and apologize, rather than as a mortal for ten years of hard work, it would not The one who renounced me would rather give up all my memories and protect me. Now that you tell me that, now you have no confidence? "

Leng Yuexiao grabbed Song Ning's clothes, her voice trembling: "Three years, I will accompany you, in the future, you will accompany me!"

Hold your hand and grow old together.

Although Song Ning can't hold Leng Yuexiao's hand and never let go, but for three years, he is enough.

"Where?" Leng Yuexiao asked.

"The life of a mortal is very short, but it is very fulfilling. The life of a monk is very long, but it is continually cultivating. In these three years, we have found an uninhabited place, the idle cloud and the wild crane.

Leng Yuexiao let Song Ning pull like this, soaring like birds in the sky.

The two left the imperial city. Except for the country of falling feathers, they crossed the mountains and rivers and did not know how long they flew. They couldn't see people until they were hundreds of miles away. This stopped.

In the air, the two looked down.

In front of them, there are five abrupt peaks. The peaks tower high into the clouds. From a distance, they look like a palm. In the middle of this mountain range is a lake. This lake is huge, reflecting the sky. Clouds, like mirrors, can't even tell where the sky is and the mirror without careful observation.

At a glance at the moment, it was like floating clouds above the mirror surface. I wonder if it is a perennial possession on this lake surface or whether it appears after rain. There is also a rainbow of color, like a bridge, across the entire lake.

"Here, very good." Song Ning said.

Leng Yuexiao surveyed: "The aura around here is plentiful and beautiful as a fairyland. If you practice in such a place, it would be a good choice."

"There are no people within a radius of five hundred miles, so here it is." Song Ning said.

"It's up to you." Leng Yuexiao said softly.

The two fell and stood firm beside the lake in Wuzhishan, looking around.

There are bamboo forests around here, the wind is blowing, the bamboo forest is rustling, although the lake is slightly damp, but the scenery is pleasant, Song Ning's finger flicked, and there was a spiritual force in the circle around the body, and the spiritual force rolled the surface Clean up.

"Just build a hut here." Song Ning said, squeezing his fingers, Ling Tian's sword was overflowing, and the sword turned into a small silver lightsaber. He continued to shuttle through the bamboo forest. After a while, the ground was neatly arranged. There are many bamboos that are cut smooth and translucent.

"Ma'am, later." Song Ning said, his hands exuded into two palms, and the palms of the palms started to build continuously.

In a few moments, the room has taken shape.

Leng Yuexiao sat aside, like a wife of an ordinary family, watching her husband work, she suddenly thought about it, and took out the Xianqin that Song Ning gave her. She found a bluestone and put the Xianqin in Above the bluestone, he was sitting on the floor, stroking the piano with his hands.

The strings were fluctuated, the melody burst, and with aura, the notes leaped into Song Ning's ears.

Just like men plowing women.

For half a day, the house has been built. At this time, even Song Ning, there was a trace of sweat on his forehead: "Just building the house, I felt a trace of sleepiness."

"I just played the piano, but I didn't expect it to be long, and I was a little sleepy." Leng Yuexiao said.

The two looked at each other and then smiled at the same time. This was just a place they chose at random, but they did not expect it to be different from the outside world. Here, it seems that the spiritual power is consumed very quickly.

"It's built, let's take a look at our room." Song Ning should come to Leng Yuexiao in front of her speech. Leng Yuexiao put away Xianqin and held hands with Song Ning, and they walked towards the room.

The periphery of the bamboo house was surrounded, and it seemed that Song Ning had cut out a small yard.

Song Ning pointed to the small courtyard: "You can grow flowers here."

Leng Yuexiao nodded slightly.

There is a table in the courtyard, I do n’t know what method Song Ning made, but looking at the texture, it should be some kind of extremely hard stone. The two chairs next to the table are woven from bamboo, and the bamboo pieces are smooth and smooth I am afraid that even if this kind of thing is sold in the world, it can be sold at a good price.

"I didn't expect you to have such a skill." Leng Yuexiao applauded.

"Of course, the things we use must be made by ourselves, and it doesn't matter if I can change them in my hand, even if it can be changed, it can't be used in our home." Song Ning said.

The two entered the bamboo house. There were three rooms in the bamboo house, a living room, a bedroom, a kitchen, and all the furniture was available. At a glance, they were all made by Song Ning.

Song Ning introduced it again and again and explained to Leng Yuexiao.

"This is a big bed, we can sleep together, even if it is rolling, it is enough."

"This can be used as a futon. If you want to meditate, you can do it here."

"This is the kitchen. We can live a mortal life and cook here."

"Over there ..."

Song Ning kept talking, Leng Yuexiao was always by his side, listening quietly, every word that Song Ning said, every thing he made seemed to be explaining a truth-he wanted to be good Live a life.

After becoming a monk, it is very rare to have this kind of mentality, but Song Ning is like this now, but Leng Yuexiao is a little worried.

Does he want to live or cultivate?

At this time, everything in the entire room is like the life of a mortal. Cultivating in this environment will help a monk who is already enough to become a fairy.

"Song Ning, we may not need this kitchen." Leng Yuexiao said softly.

"I also know that you can't cook, but I yearn for this kind of life. Since you said it's useless, let's scrap the kitchen." Song Ning smiled and didn't seem to care.

But just after Leng Yuexiao saw Song Ning's expression, she suddenly felt a pain in her heart.

"It's a good place to practice here. I just used too much spiritual power and wanted to take a nap." Song Ning said, sitting on the futon.

"Good." Leng Yuexiao responded.

She watched Song Ning sit on the futon, and when Song Ning entered, she turned and left the room ...

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