Chapter 409
Chen Ang remotely manipulated the boy, and immediately gave Wang Ming this stupid juvenile, set the endless temper, and let him make a fate with the Baiyang real person before reaching the Fengdong Mountain. The immortal inheritance of the world is certainly biased. The reincarnation or the righteous path cultivator of the cultivation, but also does not exclude the fated person.
As for whether Wang Ming is a fated person, even if he is not, Chen Ang has countless means to let him be, nothing more than the process twists and turns that’s all, but the toss is not him, then he is not in the heart.
Routinely using the sun extracted from the morning sun, True Fire, tempering through the long-burning lamp flame, Chen Ang turned into Changhong and returned to the Qixia view.
Just catching up with Li Ning and others to say goodbye to him, they sent them to watch the door, on the way to see Wang Changluo seeing their own eyes are different, a little thought to understand it, Wang Changluo has already guessed what Wang Ming did, after all, Walking through the big salt merchants in the north and south, Wang Ming reveals a lot of flaws. If you go back and think about it, you can guess it.
It’s just that he is stupid in front of Chen Ang, and Chen Ang is happy that he plays stupid. Anyway, the bad luck in the future is definitely not Chen Ang.
At this time, the best time for cultivation has passed. The Essence Qi from the morning is cleaned to the noon, just like the monk, after the morning class is swept in the yard, seeing Chen Ang will say with a smile: You married the feathers of the Mengdao people who loved the birds. The goods are a straightforward temper. I am afraid I will not take a break with you.”
“It’s just that he wants to keep things right, I don’t want to! I haven’t been able to hurt the snake for ten years. When I don’t know the spirit, I can’t care about him. Is it a slap in the face? Is there such a good thing?” Chen Ang makes said with a sneer.
“Hey!” The monk sighed: “Why do you have this kind of arrogance?”
“The fate is a thing, it’s wonderful. The wind starts from the end of Qingping, and the number of robbers is in the slightest. Our monks are not grass and stone. If you don’t move with emotion, how can you make friends with the world? Follow Daoist? If it is the Fellow Daoist, it is natural to turn the enemy into a friend, so that I have the privilege of meeting a Fellow Daoist. If it is a former family, it can be robbed, and the sword is high and low.” Chen Ang did not care.
The monk and the monk sighed: “Whether it is worth mentioning! I am so good and you both have some friendship, when I am transferred from the middle, so that there is a bad relationship in this world. Because of evil, the accumulation of more is the world’s robbery If it weren’t for the Fellow Daoist, it’s too straight, the door is not good, the evil is deep, and it’s so much with Emei…”
“The righteousness is lost, except for the evil.” Chen Ang indifferently said: “Can you lose my generation of swordsman ambition?”
When the monk saw the two people standing in the courtyard, there were many wrong things. They called Chen Ang to his room and offered wild tea. Although the two were old-fashioned, after all, Chen Ang Primordial Spirit had not yet returned to his place, so his mind was ignorant. Some friendships, but never talked about it, today slowly talk about the essence of cultivation, the method, both have great benefits.
Chen Ang only knows that the monk monk is a net singer. In the past, he was a monk who was a monk at the Qixia Temple. Later, because the monks in the temple fought for power and were driven out of the temple, the old Taoist priest and his sympathy, he asked him to live here.
The ridiculous Qixia Temple has a group of mortal genres, and actually rushed out the only clear way. However, this argument made Chen Ang peek at the net and the foot, knowing that he was enshrining the oriental alchemist. If you come to the deity, the repair is the net glaze, the moonlight is like the body of the law, pay attention to a clean and unobstructed, glass is not stained.
It is a pity that it is not compatible with the net temperament.
Net Ming is an interesting temper. Unlike most of the Buddha’s great virtues in this world, it is a deep and sturdy character. It is a lazy temper. It is a lazy temper, and it is a clean glazed body. . When Chen Ang read about his care for his own body, he turned to the topic and said, “When I didn’t know the spirit, I always took care of you. I didn’t have any good rewards. I tempering some Taiyin true water yesterday. You are a net glazed sun and moonlight body, you accept it.”
Net Ming naturally will not know the reputation of the seven real waters in the universe, but how precious the seven real waters are, and the days are not long. Only the cultivator of the cultivation technique can collect some of them with the Primordial Spirit. There is a scorpion day in the Ziyun Palace in the East China Sea. A true gold water left by a mother-in-law, how many positive and evil experts are peeked out, wanting a few drops, and combining their own disasters.
Not to mention the true water that fits the body of the law, that is, the net magic of taking care of itself for three hundred years, may not be able to impress others to change a few drops – most of the magic weapons of others are not in line with their own, how can this be Is it useful to use endless natural water?
If you don’t want to go to work for a hundred years, you can tempering a few drops, but cultivator each and everyone regards the cultivation base as an eyeball, and who will consume its own cultivation for foreign objects?
Net Mingsi wants to go, after all, I refuse to do it. I have to accept it with a thick face: “The monk I have been tempted by the Primordial Spirit in recent years. I want to come because the True Fire tempering method is too impetuous, and the pure and peaceful intention is lost. Fire-induced, I thought I had to fill the sea for a hundred years, and I was overwhelmed by the water. But with the real water from the Fellow Daoist, the monk could fade away from the fire and return to clean.”
“Let’s rely on Fellow Daoist to take it!” Net Ming folded his hands and praised him.
After this time, the two of them went one step further, and some of the more secret things could be talked. Chen Ang went to know the many things in the cultivation world in recent years from the net Ming and the monk, and gave a net gift. Many of the spirit medicines in Qixia Mountain, talking about Zhenghuan, Chen Ang thought about it, knowing that something happened to him, he closed his eyes and calculated it.
“Fellow Daoist, what is it?” asked the net concern.
Chen Ang shook his head and said: “It’s all right, it’s just some of the obstacles in this world, and it’s also related to Fellow Daoist…”
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However, Li Ning and others left Qixia Temple and went all the way down the mountain. The middle road passed through Qiyun Tiger Peak Biyun Pavilion. Li Ning Sanbrother was of course a master of the family, and the feet were light, but the entire group was mostly ordinary people, and there was Wang Changluo. The pampered home is exhausted and has to stop in the pavilion.
Li Ning took a breather and saw a group of people swaying up the mountain. At this time, it was close to noon. When he arrived at Biyun Pavilion, he heard someone mourn: “Fast, fast, come to the side and put me on the side.” Come down…and die!”
A golden silk bamboo sedan was unloaded. A white face with a red rash was drilled out of the sedan chair. When he saw Li Ning and others, he said: “Why are there people here, let me drive them down?” “An old family member next to him quickly pulled him and put him in his ear and said: “Before the dismissal, they can’t provoke… some of the masters in Jiang Hu, out of the ordinary!”
Then the man with a red rash on his face screamed and snorted, no longer saying anything.
The old family came up to lend Li Ning to them. Wang Changluo is a big businessman. On the road, he has no idea what he wants.
But Li Ning was staring at the dismissal, and faintly thought about something.
At noon, the dismissal suddenly screamed, and he was red, as if he was burned by fire, and he was hurtingly rolling around. He shouted: “Through me! I will not let go of that kid, I want him to be a family.” Dead light! Kill me!” The flesh of his painful face shook and bit his teeth: “Kill him! Be sure to give me the skin of the snake!”
“Master, I can’t wait to eat its meat, sleep on its skin!”