Lao Tzu's acting skills are the best in the world [Quick Transmigration]

After swallowing the elixir that Ji Jintong gave him, Fang Yunxiu felt that his body was full of spiritual power, as if it was about to overflow, and then walked forward with Ji Jintong on his back, this feeling not only did not ease but intensified.

Ji Jintong reminded him: "You are going to advance!"

It was too dangerous to be exposed to the woods at night without shelter, so Fang Yunxiu had no choice but to find a nearby cave to drill in. The cave was damp, and water droplets slowly dripped from the rock wall, falling on the rocks and splashing.

Fang Yunxiu endured the churning spiritual power in his body, lit a bonfire in the cave, put Ji Jintong on a rock near the back of the cave, and told him: "I don't know how long this advancement will take. You stay here and don't run around. There is food and water in the pannier."

At this time, the spirit sword Xiaohong who had been following them suddenly appeared in front of Fang Yunxiu, and the voice of the old urchin rang in Fang Yunxiu's ears again. When it spoke to Ji Jintong, it always coaxed him with nice words. Fang Yunxiu's attitude was completely different, he was so arrogant that he almost vomited blood on Fang Yunxiu.It said: "Boy, you should worry about yourself, little baby has us. Don't go crazy during the mere qi refining period. Seeing that your spiritual power is about to be uncontrollable, hurry up and practice the exercises!"

When Fang Yunxiu was isolated from the outside world, crossed his legs and breathed into the mysterious state of a cultivator's spiritual consciousness, the little doll Ji Jintong jumped to the ground neatly. With his hands behind his back, he directed the unconscious Fang Yunxiu's spiritual energy to move around in a childlike voice.The spiritual energy at the bottom of Wanmoya is thin, but according to Ji Jintong's idea, with that one spiritual grass, it is enough for Fang Yunxiu to directly enter the foundation.

The moonlight penetrated the billowing clouds at the bottom of Wanmo Cliff and shone on Fang Yunxiu's face. His expression became more and more painful as time went by.

Ji Jintong frowned. It should be one of the most comfortable states for monks to practice exercises when they are advanced, especially for monks with wood-type spiritual roots like Fang Yunxiu. When the time comes, it should be stable and peaceful.

Ji Jintong gave Ji Jintong a wink, "Xiaohong." The red sword held Ji Jintong up and stopped at the same level as Fang Yunxiu's upper body.In the quiet night, except for the spirit sword at the bottom of the cliff, no one saw that the milk baby had a serious face that didn't match his appearance age, holding Fang Yunxiu's hands with spiritual energy, and the two palms met.This aura is turning black, if it is the real Mo Hanqing, he will definitely be able to recognize it here. This is not aura, but a demonic energy.

Ji Jintong probed Fang Yunxiu's body with his spiritual sense, and accidentally found that the tendons in his body were damaged.He couldn't detect the condition of Fang Yunxiu's spiritual root. To know the condition of the spiritual root, he had to test the spiritual stone.But the condition of Fang Yun's tendons and tendons is very unusual, the blockage is serious, and the meridians are much thinner than those of ordinary monks.

This is like a sick tree. How can it grow since the roots that transport nutrients are broken?

But now the spiritual power in Fang Yunxiu's body is surging, constantly washing away the blocked tendons, if he can't absorb it in time, he may explode and die.

Ji Jintong looked at Fang Yunxiu with a distorted expression, and turned into a broken sword. This sword looked very simple, neither as special as the red sword, nor as sharp as other spirit swords.The body of his sword was broken at the middle, and there was still a gap on the blade where he had fought.

Since the fierce battle many years ago, Ji Jintong's injuries have not healed. As the saying goes, a falling phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken, and the magic circle seal under the cliff has been trapping him for thousands of years.As a result, even if it is transformed, it can only be transformed into a small doll.The most unfortunate thing is that after finally being able to retain his soul, the sword he possesses is still the spirit sword of the person he hates the most.

Once it becomes the body of the sword, you can smell the nasty smell of sword repair.

Including "Mo Hanqing" in front of him.

The most difficult thing for Ji Jintong to say is that this magic circle was set up by himself.The majestic Demon Lord, actually got to this point, the only sliver of spirit left is almost gone, from the Demon Lord's cultivation level all the way down to the mysterious Demon, the deterrence is still there, but he can't even break through the magic circle he set up .Speaking out would probably be the greatest joy in the demon world. He was sleeping under the cliff for a longer and longer time, and he was afraid that he would become the first demon king in history to be tricked to death by himself.

In fact, the purpose of the swords here is the same. The magic circle at the bottom of the cliff is only to trap the swords, not to trap people. The purpose of these swords sleeping here for so many years is to wait for their suitable masters.This cliff is a secret realm, and the meaning of the secret realm lies in inheritance. With this meaning, Wanmoya will not be a dead end.

Therefore, every human being who broke in by mistake is the target of these spirit weapons.

Except for Fang Yunxiu, it's not that no one has come in.It's just that most people's minds are too ordinary, and they don't know how the cultivation sects in the human world select people. It's really not as good as one generation after another.These people only came into contact with the evil spirit at the bottom of the cliff, and the deepest evil thoughts in their hearts were easily aroused, and they fought against each other and killed each other.Ji Jintong was very annoyed. Whether they could survive or not depended on Ji Jintong's mood.Sometimes his divine sense would be very annoyed by the voices of these human scum, and if it annoyed him, he would destroy them all.

He didn't lie to Fang Yunxiu, he did have a relationship with Mo Hanqing once.At that time, Mo Hanqing was still a child who hadn't grown up, and followed the sect into the secret place of the cliff. A Qingfeng sword close to the spiritual power of the wood system fell into Mo Hanqing's hands, but was snatched away by another child of a similar age.The child faced him coldly and said, "Such a sword in your hands can only be a waste of money. Master Berto, we brought you here to experience it, so that you can increase your knowledge. You just need to be honest and watch from the side."

Mo Hanqing wanted to take back the Qingfeng sword. At this time, a young man in white clothes came to comfort Mo Hanqing and said to him: "The spirit weapons here are all attached to evil spirits. I'm afraid it will hinder the cultivation of the younger brother. Why don't you treat me?" Take another spirit sword, refine the evil spirit, and then give it to the younger brother."

The child holding Qingfeng shouted at the young man in white: "Elder brother!"

Hearing this, Ji Jintong almost couldn't laugh out loud, he probably saw that they were working together to bully this little guy, Mo Hanqing.It hinders cultivation. It is said that Mo Hanqing's cultivation base is not enough, and he will be injured because he can't refine the evil spirit of the sword if he takes the sword. Since he is not qualified to use the sword here, he should have self-knowledge.As for Qingfeng being robbed, he was taken there in a few words, and Mo Hanqing even thanked Senior Brother Bai Yi for willing to give him another sword in the future.

Ji Jintong didn't expect Mo Hanqing to have a bad temper, so he politely rejected his brother's proposal, cupped his hands and said, "Young brother is indeed much more capable than me, but this Qingfeng got close to me first, which shows that he is destined for me. Little brother is angry." You are lucky, there must be better opportunities waiting ahead, so why fight with me for a Qingfeng sword."

This Qingfeng sword is indeed nothing special, compared to the countless top-grade spirit swords that Ji Jintong snatched before, it is not worth mentioning at all.

The junior brother held a sword flower casually, and the sword was full of spiritual energy, and Qingfeng felt the long-lost comfort.

The junior brother squinted at Mo Hanqing: "Then it's better to let this sword choose by yourself."

"Good." Mo Hanqing replied.

But I didn't expect that Qingfeng Sword, a spirit sword without integrity, has much better aptitude than Mo Hanqing. It stayed in the air for a while, and finally hung in front of Junior Brother. Junior Brother held Qingfeng, and for a while the sword body The light is very bright.There was a smug smile on the corner of the little junior brother's mouth, and the white-clothed senior brother looked at him with eyes full of appreciation.Just because of Mo Hanqing's frustration, the senior brother patted him on the shoulder.

Looking at everyone around him, Mo Hanqing felt that it was a matter of course for his junior brother to own this sword. If he was chosen for this sword, it would be a waste of money.

He was silent all the way, there was no resentment in his eyes, and no self-pity.

"Eh?" Ji Jintong looked at him and thought his reaction was very interesting. Not many people could keep their minds clear in Wanmo Cliff.

Unexpectedly, when everyone was asleep in the middle of the night, Mo Hanqing quietly hid in a tree hole and buried his head and cried, with snot and tears, crying into a disfigured face.Ji Jin, by accident, attached a ray of consciousness to him, and followed him to the human world.

When Mo Hanqing and his party left Wanmoya, the younger brother was surprised to find that his Qingfeng sword spirit dissipated, no different from ordinary iron, and soon the blade was covered with rust, worse than ordinary iron.The junior brother turned pale with shock, and everyone checked the spirit swords they had harvested again, and found that their spirit swords had not escaped the catastrophe.Brother Baiyi reported the incident to the teacher's door after returning to the teacher's door. After pondering for a long time, he couldn't find the reason.

Ji Jintong's spiritual sense watched Mo Hanqing change from a child to a teenager, and then to a handsome young man, and also watched him go from restrained to flamboyant. No matter where he goes, the most unique dress must be Mo Hanqing. Among the rough monks, Only Mo Hanqing was like a jade man made of gold and jade.The head of the sect has scolded Mo Hanqing countless times. A cultivator's state of mind is empty, and his thoughts and desires are transformed into nothingness. Wearing gold and jade, vulgar!

The older Mo Hanqing is, the more outstanding his appearance is, especially he likes to wear purple, amaranth red and snow green, and black purple dyed gold, which makes his complexion more translucent, but occasionally he feels too pale, not human-like.He smiled and said to the master: "Master Master, the emerald feathers on your body are much more valuable than my embroidery thread."

At this moment, Fang Yunxiu was immersed in his sea of ​​consciousness, and many images of Mo Hanqing's childhood flashed through his mind. The sect's attitude towards Mo Hanqing was ambiguous, and his cultivation was always lingering in refining Qi.

"Mo Hanqing, I'm afraid you are the first head disciple in the history of our sect who is about to die of old age during the Qi refining period."

"Mo Hanqing, you are really ashamed of your dead parents."

"Mo Hanqing, if you come to the bottom of this competition, you will be removed from the head of the competition, do you know that?"

Noisy voices buzzed in my ears.

At this time, Fang Yunxiu heard a clear voice like a clear spring in the sky saying to him: "Zhixu is extremely quiet. All things are created together, and I can restore them through visualization. Every thing returns to its root. Returning to the root is quiet, which means returning to life; returning to life. Daily life, knowledge of daily life is bright." Meditate and keep one's nature, observe the flourishing of all things, and the cycle goes back and forth.

The Duannian Remnant Sword, which turned into countless phantoms, pierced Fang Yunxiu's sea of ​​consciousness at a very high speed. A pocket broken sword was suspended in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the moment it pierced into the center of his brow like a sea needle, the churning spiritual energy seemed to meet the nemesis. Like a violent flood being pulled by the Broken Sword, it slowly flows in the opposite direction to the Broken Sword, and the excess spiritual energy is swallowed by the Broken Sword.

The milk baby in the cave spewed out a mouthful of blood beside the fire. The aura and magic in his body had reached a balance under his suppression, but the sudden influx of spiritual power wounded his soul again.

"This deity will do my best for you, it depends on your good fortune." The milk baby fell to the ground covering his chest.

He is really wronged as a demon.

He was proud all his life, and he didn't even bother to use the hands of sword repairers to get out of the formation, but the reappearance of Mo Hanqing made him feel differently.This is a mysterious premonition, a sense of chance.He felt that his vitality rested on Mo Hanqing, a good-for-nothing.

If Mozun knew that Mo Hanqing was not only a good-for-nothing, but also a holy father, he wondered if he would get up from the ground and spit out old blood again.

This day is over!