My disciples have hidden identities

Counting 1 years ahead in the current Mysterious God Realm, nothing can be seen at all, only a thick layer of fog can be seen.

Nima, are you bragging behind me!

Ji Pingsheng couldn't help thinking this way.

The little fat man looked at Ji Pingsheng's and Ji Pingsheng's very suspicious faces, and he knew that they didn't believe it at all, so he didn't say much. He walked up to him, stared at Ji Pingsheng very sincerely, and begged: "Sect Master Ji, can the token be used?" Give it back to me?"

Ji Pingsheng was numb all over from being stared at by this pair of small eyes, he threw away the golden shovel in his hand, thought for a while and said: "You can return it to you, but I'm really curious, why is it that Mimandai belongs to his mother?" thing?!"

When such a big melon was caught by him, his curiosity and thirst for knowledge immediately arose.

The same is true for Qi Luo, her gossip mentality is no worse than Ji Pingsheng's.

"There is nothing to say."

The little fat man shrugged his shoulders and said bitterly: "It has been passed down for 60 generations in [-] years. Doesn't that explain anything?"

amount.

The expression on Ji Pingsheng's face froze, and his heart suddenly became heavy.

Just now, I was just shocked by such a huge number of 60 years, and ignored the most critical issue.

60 years passed down 20 generations, the average generation is only [-] years? !

Ji Pingsheng and Qi Luo looked at each other, and they could see a hint of horror in each other's eyes.

This……

This is a legacy that lives on...

"You think a genre has been passed down for 60 years, what is it used to pass it down?"

The little fat man seemed to have thought of something, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he said dumbly: "The Great Yan Dynasty lasted 500 years, and the Chaotic Sea Region lasted a thousand years. The oldest holy place today is only a few thousand years old. Which genre survives?"

"The Nuggets genre has been declining since the Middle Ages, and now I am the only one left."

Ji Pingsheng looked dumbly at the little fat man with his head down in front of him, and was dumbfounded for a while.

He doesn't know how to keep a 60-year-old inheritance alive, after all, their Shang Qing sect is only a hundred years old.

But he understands that from the frequency of the 20-year generation, it must be full of ups and downs.

He and Qi Luo are a little rejoiced now, rejoicing to let this little fat man go in a moment of resignation.

If it's just killing one person, it's no big deal.

But if it is said that a 60-year inheritance is broken, he dares to believe that he will be condemned by the heavens. This kind of mysterious and mysterious cause and effect will never let him go.

Perhaps this is the reward for good people.

Ji Pingsheng thought to himself.

"The gold nugget school has such a long history, it stands to reason that the background should be unimaginable, how could it be so miserable?"

Qi Luo was puzzled.

The Chaotic Demon Sea Territory and the Great Yan Dynasty have stood at the top of the Xuanshen Realm in less than a thousand years, isn't it fighting for hard power?

"It's gone, it's gone."

The little fat man shook his head and smiled sadly: "If there is still something in my hand, I will not search around desperately, and I will not kneel down and beg for mercy."

"It's not just me. My ancestors were slaves, cattle and horses when they didn't have the physique to practice. They kept the inheritance at all costs. No one wants to let the inheritance of the Nuggets genre be broken in their own hands."

Ji Pingsheng: "..."

Qi Luo: "..."

Such an ancient inheritance, how could it be so miserable?

They couldn't imagine how a legacy could survive on knees.

"Having suffered so much humiliation, I have lost even a trace of face. What's the point of keeping the inheritance of such humiliation?"

Ji Pingsheng frowned and said.

Since everything is so miserable, why stay at all costs?

The little fat man stared at Ji Pingsheng, and said with a calm expression: "I don't care if it makes sense, and you don't care if you say it. All humiliation is left to future generations to comment. The ancestors of the Nuggets and I are just completing ourselves. duty of."

"My father said before his death that every descendant of the Nuggets genre firmly believes that there will be another glorious era for the Nuggets genre, not with them, but in the future."

"I have been wandering around the world since I was ten years old, and after so many years, I have understood a little bit."

"The glory of the Nuggets genre is also not in me, but in the later future."

The little fat man spoke calmly like an old man who had seen through the world.

He knows his talent and ability, if there is no noble person to help him, his achievements in this life will be the same.

Therefore, now he has started to make money like crazy, preparing for the next generation of the Nuggets genre.

Ji Pingsheng and Qi Luo fell into deep silence.

In front of this little fat man in front of them, the experience of the two of them was simply smooth sailing.

Qi Luo was born as the apprentice of the Lord of the Chaos Demon Sea Region, and was raised as a treasure. When she grew up, she went to the Dayan Dynasty to work as a spy in order to experience herself, but after she entered the Shang Qingzong by mistake, she became a salted fish.

But Ji Pingsheng was even luckier. He was led back by the old suzerain right after crossing. Although his life was peaceful, it was smooth sailing.

Neither of them understood what it meant to live for the sake of living.

Ji Pingsheng watched helplessly as the little fat man gently took back his golden shovel, then turned and left.

"Sect Master Ji, you and your disciples are striding forward with the 60-year-old history of the Qing Dynasty. I kneel and crawl on the ground with the [-]-year inheritance of our Nuggets School on my back. I hope that it will fall into your hands next time." , and save my brother’s life.”

Under the moonlight of Zizania and the cold night, the little fat man walked into the woods alone.

That is the opposite direction of the yacht.

After a long time of silence, Qi Luo sighed with pity: "It is so weak that such a school can continue to be passed on, and there are people running around for it, which is a kind of luck."

She couldn't imagine the scene where the Chaos Demon Sea Territory fell to such an extent, it was too difficult.

Ji Pingsheng calmed down his shocked heart, raised his head and looked at the sky, and said.

"Perhaps this is God's will in the dark."

Chapter 149 The Legend of the Buddha

God's will so that the gold nuggets genre will not be extinct, then the gold nuggets genre will continue to linger like this.

Perhaps the seniors of the Nuggets school also knew this, so they didn't despair. They clung to this lifeline and didn't let go, and finally fell on a little liar.

And after this conversation, Ji Pingsheng's heart was also covered with a layer of mist. The Mysterious God Realm is not as simple as it appears on the surface.

Righteous way, evil way, way of a hundred schools of thought, Buddhist way, even evil way, these are spread out on the bright side.

And in those dark sides, how many unknowns still exist?

A fragile 60-year inheritance is still lingering, so what about the others?

The history of the Mysterious God Realm is only broken on the surface...

"Let's go, let's go back to the yacht."

As Ji Pingsheng said, he woke up the drowsy young Kun who was leaning against him.

"Transform, Young Kun!"

You Kun let out a sigh of relief, and turned back to his body in a daze. When Ji Pingsheng just rolled over, he took off directly into the air.

"Fly backward!"

It was a long time before they caught up with the yacht, flying wobbly.

By this time, it was already midnight the next day.

Back inside the yacht, Ji Pingsheng waved at the two of them casually, and then returned to the room.

And Qi Luo still dragged You Kun into the house together, I don't know when he developed the habit.

She always likes to sleep with Young Kun in her arms, and rides on it as soon as she falls asleep.

It seems that subconsciously, Qiluo also has a dream of becoming a female knight.

Back in the room, Ji Pingsheng had no intention of sleeping at all, and sat directly in the spirit gathering array, entering the state of cultivation.

Tonight's experience made him very eager to improve his strength.

"After reaching the Broken Palace Realm, you don't have to worry so much when using the world in your palm."

Ji Pingsheng muttered to himself.

The current life palace has greatly restricted his actions, leaving him nowhere to display it in many cases.

Only after smashing the palace of life, transforming the physical container into a melting pot of flesh, and transforming the world of life palace into the inner world, will he display the true strength of the world in his palm.

When the fusion of Sanqing Guiyuan Qi failed before, it blew up several cracks in his life palace. Although a lot of it was restored during the restoration of the spiritual energy, there were still a few tiny cracks.

Based on these cracks, Ji Pingsheng began to mobilize his spiritual energy to attack the Palace of Fate.

Hitting again and again, uninterrupted, until the palace of life shattered and merged with the body.

If it weren't for the fear that the Sanqing Guiyuan Qi would be too lethal, he would have directly used the Sanqing Guiyuan Qi to attack the Palace of Fate.

From zero o'clock to early morning, Ji Pingsheng kept attacking the Palace of Fate, but only opened a small gap.

This is a long job, so there is no rush.

In the early morning, Ji Pingsheng opened his eyes and quit the cultivation state.

"The sun has just risen, it's time for the purple air to descend."

Ji Pingsheng looked out of the window through the window.

He is already a big boy, it's time to absorb the purple energy by himself, he can't have to spit it out every time he needs to use it, can he?

How is this different from eating soft rice?

I, Ji Pingsheng, never eat soft food!

After withdrawing from the state of cultivation, he activated Donglai Ziji Magic Art again, and began to lure himself to descend.

at the same time.

Qi Luo in the next room raised her eyebrows, she felt that she had less purple energy to absorb.

"Damn it, it really taught the apprentice to starve the master to death!"

Qi Luo snorted twice, simply disconnected, and continued to catch up on sleep.

I don't want this purple energy!

And this moment.

Master Shenjiao, who was chanting sutras all night in the large private room, seemed to have noticed something, the speed of the prayer beads in his hand became faster, and he whispered in his mouth.

"I can't see, I can't see, I can't see..."

"Master, you mispronounced."

A disciple next to him kindly reminded him.

Master Shenjiao glanced at him indifferently, and stood up: "Come on, go with me to the deck to recite the Sun Sutra!"

time flies.

It was already noon when Ji Pingsheng came out of the house.

After stretching lazily, he walked out of the yacht and walked to the deck.

"Why are there two more monks?"

After Ji Pingsheng walked to the exterior of the yacht, he was very surprised to see three groups of monks sitting on the deck.

Among the three groups of monks, there is a triangular shape and each sits at a corner, and one of them is the familiar master of divine communication.

The two parties are strange monks, and they should be on the boat in the middle of the morning.

"Do monks like to form a group to tan their heads?"

Ji Pingsheng said to himself in doubt.

He walked to Master Shenjiao in a few steps, and greeted Master Shenjiao who was sitting on the ground.