Figure Wang Zhongwang

Chapter 169 Changes in Two Months
There was a thunder in the sky, followed by heavy rain.

Yanxia Peak was originally covered by clouds and mist, but now, it is completely impossible to see the specific appearance of the pine forest opposite.

"Isn't this the last sound of thunder this year? Then, what does this sound of thunder seem to reveal, so that people have a kind of heart throbbing facing the new world?"

A middle-aged man dressed like the period of the Republic of China stood in the pavilion, looking at the misty mountains and forests around him, as if he was in the vortex of the dark green sea, feeling dizzy.

The mountain wind whizzed towards the gazebo with the pouring rainwater in it, circling, roaring with a roar, and then whizzed away.

The rain was like waves, pouring into the gazebo, but it didn't wet the man in the long robe and jacket at all.

The uncle is actually 50 years old, but he has a tall and straight body, a ruddy face with Chinese characters, and a thick black beard under the bridge of his nose, which makes him look resolute and stable.

His eyes were very still.

No one seemed to blink an eye during the onslaught of the storm.

The rain was one meter away from him and he couldn't get close.

It seems that there is an invisible golden bell covering him and a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old beside him.
The young man sat cross-legged in the middle of the gazebo, wearing a black slanted-front coarse cloth monk's uniform, just like an ancient Taoist priest.

It's just that the hair of this "dao friend" fell down, covering his eyes.

His face was dark and rosy, and it looked like he was often exposed to the sun and rain in the wild.

My hair is shoulder length and I haven't had a haircut in two months.

The young man turned a deaf ear to the wind and rain outside him, his hands were clenched, his lips were tightly shut, and his face was expressionless.

The rain couldn't wet his clothes in the slightest, and he had been sitting here for two hours.

"This meditation is half an hour longer than before, will it be promoted again?"

The middle-aged uncle looked at the young man with gentle eyes and said in his heart.

Another half hour passed.

The young man finally moved.

He lowered his hands to rest on his knees, and let out a foul breath.

"boom!"

A thunderstorm rolled over the pavilion.

"This thunder is annoying!"

The young man said softly.

"Luoer, did the sound of thunder ever disturb your mind?"

The middle-aged uncle asked with concern.

"Like a mosquito, buzzing around my ears."

The young man said lightly.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes lit up.

He suppressed the surprise in his heart and said calmly:

"So you have advanced to the sixth floor of Houtian. If you can't hear the interference of thunder at all, then you are a congenital monk."

The two-month Houtian six-story, placed in any space, any time is a peerless genius!
After hearing this, the young man raised the corners of his mouth, stood up and said:

"Isn't it just a thunderbolt? I just don't want it to appear."

His voice was thick and thick, even though he spoke softly, there was an echo in the entire pavilion.

"Luoer you!"

The middle-aged man watched the young man stand on tiptoes, shrink his abdomen, and shot out like a bow and arrow, he couldn't help saying in surprise.

The middle-aged uncle seldom shows signs of anger or anger.

This is care is chaos!
The young man flew out of the pavilion, and the rain outside stopped him.

Heavy Rain seemed to be afraid of this young man with blood-red eyes emitting red light. Wherever he went, the raindrops would automatically deviate.

That was the stellar energy from his body, which made it impossible for Yudian to get close.

The young man stood in the air, head held high, looking up at the black sky.

But seeing this boy with fluttering black hair and flying black shirt, he looks like a madman in troubled times.

Suddenly, he stretched out his right arm, pointed his index finger and middle finger to the sky, and roared in his mouth:

"Have you had enough trouble! Get lost!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, rushing towards the sky.

With this roar, the heavy rain suddenly stopped.

The dark clouds rolled over the sky and dissipated rapidly.

A round of rising sun appeared in the sky, illuminating the pine forest on the mountain peak, and colorful halos appeared in the mist.

After the rain, Yanxia Peak has been washed away, and its dreamlike fairyland scene has been restored.

"Hahahaha!"

The young man folded his arms in the air, and his triumphant laughter echoed in the dense forest of the valley.

The middle-aged uncle looked up at this high-spirited young man and couldn't help being dumbfounded!
Being able to float in the air is clearly the cultivation base of a foundation cultivator!
Able to speak the law to follow, another day to change the day, could it be that he is a fairy descended from the earth?!
The blood red in the young man's eyes faded away. Like a fairy, he flashed in the air and suddenly appeared beside the trembling middle-aged uncle.

"Luoer, you, is that you?"

The middle-aged uncle asked in disbelief.

"Isn't it just in time for the rain to clear up, do you think I can call the wind and call the rain?"

The young man said lightly.

This reason is barely acceptable.

The middle-aged uncle quickly asked:
"Then why do you know how to fly? You are clearly only at the sixth level of the Houtian Realm!"

"This is also called flying? Cut! Don't tease Dad, I just stayed in the air for a while, can't I hold on and fall?"

The young man said even more disdainfully.

"Okay! Luoer, you've improved so fast, I can't believe it for a while!"

The middle-aged uncle stopped worrying about these unthinkable things, patted the young man on the shoulder and said.

Patting on the shoulder to express encouragement, this is the greatest degree of father-son affection shown by the middle-aged uncle who has always been informal.

The young man, however, did not seem to accept his father's gesture of intimacy, stepping back and saying:

"You force me to meditate here every day before dawn, how can I not make progress? Oh, I'm hungry, go home and have breakfast!"

After the young man finished speaking, he flew out of the gazebo, skimmed over the boulder treetops, and flew towards the manor on the mountainside.

The middle-aged uncle followed closely, flying over the hills was like strolling in a garden.

Seen from a distance, the figures of the father and son are like two eagles flying down from the top of Yanxia Peak, which is shrouded in smoke and full of rays of light.

Yanxia Peak, one of the 72 peaks of Hengshan Mountain in Nanyue, is said to be the place where ancient immortals made alchemy.

The two father and son are Hu Hanshan and Hu Xiaoluo.

Yanxia Peak is Hu Hanshan's hometown.

He is a native of Hengyang City.

Breakfast is nothing more than buns, steamed buns and porridge, but there is a big washbasin in front of Hu Xiaoluo.

The washbasin is full of high-calorie meat such as beef and pig's trotters. This is Hu Xiaoluo's breakfast every time he comes back from practicing.

Seeing Hu Xiaoluo swallow the pig's trotter in two or three mouthfuls, the older sister Hu Xiaoyi who was sitting next to him frowned slightly, and moved a little away from her younger brother who was full of greasy mouth.

"Why hide? For breakfast, I eat a steamed roll and a glass of milk. You look as thin as a bean sprout. No wonder no man wants it!"

Hu Xiaoluo stuck out her tongue at her sister, deliberately disgusting her.

"You...Mom!"

Hu Xiaoyi was a little afraid of this arrogant and domineering younger brother, so she could only ask her mother for help.

"Don't say that about your sister! The outstanding men who pursue your sister are queuing up to Zhu Rongfeng!"

Mother Yan Ruyan glared at Hu Xiaoluo, then wiped her daughter's tears with a tissue on the dining table.

Hu Hanshan didn't seem to see this scene, and drank soy milk on his own.

"You father, don't talk about your son! What do you think Xiao Luo has become now?"

Ruyan said to her husband dissatisfied.

With her violent temper, she can't wait to take the glass from Hu Hanshan's mouth!
(End of this chapter)