They are all sky-replenishing stones, I swear not to learn from Brother Monkey!

The white wolf leaned against an old tree and lay down, holding the sky together. Therefore, he sat down against the tree with the white wolf. In the cold weather of Changbai Mountain, he didn't have any cold clothes except the bellyband left by his mother at first. , but did not feel cold at all.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came, so fast that the white wolf didn't even have time to react. An old man with silver hair stood in front of them.

Gong Qing raised his head in astonishment, saw the gleaming sword in the old man's hand, and subconsciously hugged the white wolf.

But the white wolf was still lying down in the snow, and just pushed Gong Qingtian towards the old man with his mouth, Gong Qingtian was stunned, what kind of trouble is the white wolf going to do?

The old man couldn't help being moved. With his eyesight, he could see that the white wolf's destiny was over, not far from the time when the lamp was extinguished. This child of unknown origin was clearly the last care of the white wolf!
The white wolf gradually lowered its once proudly raised head, its body twitched a few times, and then remained still, its life no longer in its body.

It was only then that Gong Qingtian realized that it turned out that the white wolf knew that his destiny was over, and he wanted to entrust himself to the person in front of him, so he couldn't help but burst into tears.

He desperately called out his golden finger in his mind, hoping that the Butian system could bring back his partner who had been with him for 60 years!

Unfortunately, the system still didn't respond, which made Gongqingtian wonder if the system was broken, or did he never own the system at all?
The old man looked at Gong Qingtian in a daze for a moment, sighed slightly, and said softly: "I don't know how you survived in this icy and snowy climate. What's your name?"

Gong Qingtian didn't bother to talk to the old man, slowly got up, and using his hands vigorously, he picked up the huge white wolf's body easily, and walked towards the distance step by step.

The old man's eyes showed a strange light, this kid actually has such great strength, but he is a prodigy in martial arts, he didn't speak at the moment, and followed Gong Qingtian silently.

After walking for more than ten miles, he came to the small cave where he had lived for 60 years. Gong Qingtian put the white wolf into the cave with a solemn expression, looked around for a few times, and then exited the cave, with his little feet on the ground heavily. Stepped on a few feet.

Suddenly the mountain shook and the ground shook, countless snow and rocks rolled down, obliterating the cave in a blink of an eye, and no traces could be found anymore!

Then, the genius of Gongqing raised his head, fixedly looked at the old man who followed him all the way, but did not move, and said slowly: "My name is Gongqingtian!"

The old man let out a long sigh. The master once said that there was a psychic white wolf nearby, but he has lived in seclusion here for decades, but he has never seen it. It is unexpected that it is so close!

One big and one small looked at each other for a moment, the old man stretched out his arms to embrace Qingtian, let out a long roar, and walked away on the snow!

In the desolate snowy field, there is a simple wooden house, except for the futon on the ground, the only bright thing is a sword hanging on the wall.

Gong Qingtian's eyes lit up, he knew this sword, 60 years ago, his mother had personally injected spiritual power into this sword.

In this way, this old man must be related to Guan Zesheng who claims to be the head of the Changbai sect, he is either a descendant or an apprentice.

Seeing the young adults holding the sky together, the old man couldn't stop smiling wryly. He thought back then when he and his wife roamed the rivers and lakes and were called "Snow and Dance Heroes." , That's awkward!

After staring wide-eyed and narrow-eyed for a long time, Gong Qingtian asked, "Old man, who is Changbai Snow God Guan Zesheng to you?"

The old man was startled, it seems that the little guy sent by the psychic white wolf is not simple, he even knows the name of his master.

Immediately Su Rong replied: "Changbai Snow God Guan Zesheng is my mentor, I am his senior disciple Bing Wu, how do you know my master's name?"

Gong Qingtian pursed his lips, somewhat relieved, 60 years ago, Changbai Snow God was 50 to 100 years old, even if he was still alive, he would be more than 80 years old, and the [-] to [-] year old man in front of him could only be his apprentice.

It’s just that Gong Qingtian didn’t know how to answer Bing Wu’s question. If he had met Guan Zesheng 60 years ago, he would have been killed by this old man as a monster. Now he is not this old man opponent.

The corner of Bing Wu's mouth twitched, and he pinched the pulse gate of Gong Qingtian's left hand with his hands. This kid is born with supernatural power and amazing toughness, but he has to take a good look at where his physique is peculiar and whether he can inherit his mantle.

Although the current Gongqingtian is of extraordinary background, according to the system, he is a descendant of the Great God of Gonggong, who is the incarnation of the Heaven-Mending Lingshi Wannian Hanyu, but unfortunately he didn't find it strange.

To say it's weird, it's actually a bit weird. For example, in the deep part of Changbai Mountain, the climate is extremely cold and covered with snow all year round, but Gongqingtian only wears the bellyband left by his mother, showing his little arms and legs, but he doesn't have any problems at all. feel cold.

Therefore, in the face of Bing Wu's investigation, Gongqingtian had no ability to resist at all, and could only protest with his mouth, muttering: "Old man, what are you going to do?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Bing Wu's mouth. This kid is worthy of being entrusted by the psychic white wolf. He has amazing aptitude and is born with broad meridians. He is really a good material for martial arts.

Putting on a kindly smiling face, Bing Wu asked in a harmonious voice, "Boy, do you want to learn martial arts?"

Gongqingtian's little head shakes like a rattle drum. He has a sky patching system. What he wants to explore is the truth about patching the sky and unraveling the mystery of reincarnation in the world. What's more, his parents are suspected of being immortals. , that level is too low, right?
And who is the master that Monkey Brother worships?That is the Bodhi Patriarch who can sit on an equal footing with the Sanqing and the Four Sages!It's my turn, worship this bad old man as a teacher?
The smile on Bing Wu's face suddenly froze, he thought he was already one of the best masters in the world, since this kid knows the reputation of Changbai Snow God, why not accept his head and worship?
Who knows that this kid actually refused, the key is the look of disgust on his face, it's so frankly hated, if it wasn't for the psychic white wolf's entrustment, Bing Wu would like to slap this kid to death!
After hesitating for a moment, Bing Wu said unrelentingly: "Boy, my martial art was taught to my master by a fairy descended from the sky. In the entire martial arts world, only my junior brother and I have the complete martial art. Are you sure you don't want to learn it?"

Qingtian was taken aback for a moment, a female fairy descended from the sky?Pass it on to his master?Isn't that what my mother passed on to Changbai Snow God Guan Zesheng?
Gongqingtian is still very interested in what mother left behind, and he doesn't dislike it any more. He simply nodded his head and said, "Learn!"

Bing Wu showed a hint of a smile again, "Little boy, I still can't handle you?"
"Then kneel down and kowtow to worship the master, this set of magical skills, only the direct disciples of this sect are qualified to practice!"

Gongqingtian curled his lips, apprentice?Go ahead and dream, your master doesn't even have the qualifications.

One big and one small confronted each other again, more patiently, being sealed by their mother for 60 years, there is no shortage of such things in Gongqingtian.

Everything else is easy to say, but on this point, Bing Wu did not give in at all. Even if the master's magical skills are brought into the coffin, it is impossible to spread them to the outside world.

Until Gongqingtian's eyes became sore, Bing Wu didn't intend to give in. This is a matter of principle, no matter how evil Gongqingtian's aptitude is, it can't be an exception!

A grunting sound sounded inappropriately, and Gong Qingtian's little face suddenly collapsed.