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

When climbing the long steps, Fang Yunxiu was very relaxed at the first time, he stepped forward step by step, without rushing.

Every step is very steady, with a relaxed expression, and you can enjoy the scenery on both sides from time to time.

Soon someone passed him behind, and he was not in a hurry.With a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, he hummed a little song and walked forward.Distracted to check the progress, more than half of the good thoughts collected in the sect have already passed. At the beginning, the number of 10000 was an astronomical figure in Fang Yunxiu's view, but he never expected that people's hearts are changeable, and he successfully washed up and went ashore so quickly .

Great, great acting.

Holding grass in his mouth is more like what the original owner, Mo Hanqing, would do, but it doesn't seem out of harmony if he does it now.

Unknowingly, he has advanced to more than a hundred steps, and the disciple who laughed at him at the beginning and said that he could only go to ten steps has long since hid in desperation and did not speak.

Continuing to move forward, Fang Yunxiu saw in front of his fellow seniors who had surpassed him earlier, but the higher he went, the more dignified the footsteps of many seniors, as if they weighed a thousand catties, with cold sweat on their foreheads, and sweat wet their robes. Some people stood on the steps, Can't go any further.In the end, he really couldn't stand the gravity exerted on the long steps, so he voluntarily chose to quit, and was kicked out by Refining Heart Road.

The reason why this road is called the heart-refining road is because it will cause people to have hallucinations. The higher you go, the more real the hallucinations will be, and the stronger the resistance will be on the practitioner.

Fang Yunxiu applied to the system: "I can't do it anymore, I'm dizzy."

The system said: "Xiuxiu, where have you just gone, don't pretend, I know your details."

Fang Yunxiu glanced in front of him. Because of the huge resistance, he did not give up fighting against the resistance. The senior brother who was bleeding from his skin turned his face away and continued to move forward.

Duan Nian was on his back, and the cool temperature of Duan Nian passed through his clothes to his vest, making him feel a bit of coolness in the sweltering environment.

Fang Yunxiu continued to move forward, and his steps inevitably became slow and heavy. He glanced forward, and Li Xiangming walked the fastest, and his back was long gone.A gray-robed disciple was right in front of his eyes, with a distorted face, as if he was suffering from great pain in an illusion. Finally, because he couldn't bear the tearing pain, he fell from the long steps and was also kicked out of the heart-training path.

Fang Yunxiu's face was serious, and he said seriously to the system: "Little Petter, I am afraid of pain, if it hurts too much, I will choose to go straight down."

System: "Can I pronounce my name well?"

"No, I like it."

"Do you still want me to adjust the pain system for you?"

"Okay, little f."

The system let him move forward with confidence.

Sure enough, Fang Yunxiu felt much lighter all over his body, as if a heavy rucksack had been lifted from his shoulders, and the shackles had been untied from his feet.But his expression is still dignified. He used all his acting skills to play a devout pilgrim who struggled with hardships and spiritual struggles.In the water mirror, what everyone in the sect saw was Fang Yunxiu who was suffering more and more resistance and pain, but never stopped.

Only then did they feel that to be able to break through in the realm, perhaps Mo Hanqing had put in a hundred times their efforts.He was clumsy, poorly qualified, and he acted like a puddle of unprogressive mud, perhaps just to hide what little self-esteem he had left.Even hard work is done quietly, deceiving others.Sometimes there is no shame in giving up lightly, but being ridiculed for putting in all your efforts and getting nothing.

Even the black hole of the universe can't stop the sect disciple Fang Yunxiu's imagination.

However, Fang Yunxiu was in trouble worse than pain at the moment, he fell into the hallucination that belonged to Mo Hanqing.

Mo Hanqing's first concept of death did not come from his parents. He knew that his parents died early, and all the preferential treatment he has now came from the protection of his parents.He was born with a halo, and he carried countless hopes, hoping that he would be like his parents who died in battle, who could be invincible and provoke the future pillars of the sect.

But he was stupid than others since he was a child.

He was slower than others in everything he did, and even children in the mortal world could speak earlier than him.As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Even a cultivator is not immune to the vulgarity. There are more and more sarcastic remarks in the sect.

The head master let him go, only the head in charge of the medicine field smiled at him, and sometimes conjured up one or two sugar pills to coax him. He spent most of his time in the medicine field.Until one day, the headmaster passed away.The end of the job is coming. Before he died, he told Mo Hanqing that the road is vast, and no one knows where the fairy road is or how far he can go.Ordinary people think that they can live forever by cultivating immortals, but these so-called immortals are just trapped by their own cultivation and live for another hundred years.No one has ascended in the world of comprehension for hundreds of years, and the road is getting farther and farther away from them, and the mood of the comprehensionists is getting more and more impetuous.

This is the first time Mo Hanqing has known death so closely.

So he couldn't move his mind, and with sharp pain, he realized that he didn't want to die.He didn't want to be like his parents who died early, and he didn't want to be like the boss whose time had come.

When the Duannian Sword appeared in front of his eyes, he held the hilt without hesitation.

From then on, one person and one sword continued to kill, cultivated the way of the devil, and became the body of the devil.Facing former fellow Taoists is like cutting a watermelon. Wherever you go, it's like the god of death crossing the border, harvesting names.The familiar bloody smell filled Fang Yunxiu's nose, arousing his excited nerves.

kill.

Kill all the people in the world, and no one will be indifferent, ridiculed, or bullied.

In the hallucination, Fang Yunxiu was deeply immersed in the sea of ​​blood, and the thick blood blurred his eyes with a strong smell.He unconsciously held Duan Nian, and slashed into the void with his sword.

A sword volleyed, tearing the air.The air wave rolled over, knocking away several disciples of the surrounding sects, and the people of Taixu Sect were shocked. When did Mo Hanqing have such terrifying strength?

Influenced by Fang Yunxiu's blood turbulence, Ji Jintong cursed secretly, and the body of the Duan Nian sword he transformed leaked a trace of imperceptible magic energy.It seems that no one around has discovered this sword that is about to be unable to restrain the devilish energy.Ji Jintong had no choice, the devilish energy in his body was about to overflow under Fang Yunxiu's guidance.His sudden scorching temperature pierced into Fang Yunxiu's palm, and the small sword that was sinking in his dantian flew quickly, and Fang Yunxiu finally recovered a little clarity.

But soon he fell into another bizarre illusion.

It is Fang Yunxiu's modern home.Fang Yunxiu, as a half-assed actor who is not short of money, has a lot of real estate, but he has a quirk that he doesn't live in a villa.He only lives in an apartment, and sometimes he really doesn't want to stay at home, so he goes to live in a hotel, a senior VIP of the hotel all the year round.Once he was caught living a luxurious life because the paparazzi tracked him down for more than half a year, in the presidential suite of a top hotel.The most classic sentence is: "Fang Yunxiu is so rich, it would be nice to have this money to donate to children in mountainous areas, why should he be so extravagant?"

Fang Yunxiu sprayed back blankly, "This is luxury? This is money? I don't have islands in the Pacific Ocean, and I go out by car instead of helicopter. I don't have a manor in Australia, I don't have a castle in France, and I don't have a hunting ground in England." ...You said I was rich? Yes, I was so poor that I only had a little money left, so I won’t give it to you.”

Fang Yunxiu often suffered from insomnia and could not sleep all night long. With his eyes open, he watched the lights in the city fade away and the fiery red sun struggling to leap out of the horizon.

The fiery red sun was like the soaring fire that swallowed his mother back then, together with the entire villa, like a monster with a bloody mouth, swallowing them whole, don't even think about struggling to escape.

His father told him that his mother had mental problems and set fire to the house.Later, his father, who had never been a father for a day, also died, and he died in a woman's belly, which was considered a worthy death.However, it was less than a year since his mother passed away...

Fang Yunxiu has never experienced any extreme property fights. The property is managed by a lawyer and the company's shares are managed by a manager.

But there was always something that made him feel unsatisfied.

Make him feel, want, desperately want to grab something... He's in this world, fighting to survive.

At this moment, he seemed to be in the hell of karma, and the scorching flames rushed towards his face, burning everything.Just when he wanted to give up and simply fell into the sea of ​​fire, a white light split his eyelids, he caught the light and held Duan Nian in his hand.Ever since the mind-training road was recorded, no one has been able to advance by other than hiking, but Ji Jintong led Fang Yunxiu to do it.

When Ji Jintong called Fang Yunxiu, he never answered.If Ji Jintong waits any longer, he will reveal his identity as the Demon Sword. He can only hope that Fang Yunxiu can hold him tight and not let go.

The Taixu Sect audience in the water mirror stared wide-eyed, and saw Fang Yun's slender hair fluttering in the air, holding a sword in the air, and walking up the steep mountain road with a flying sword.His figure is like a soaring white crane, unstoppable.

It's really like what is said in the scriptures, flying immortals from the sky, and a sword comes to the west.

Everyone in the Taixu Sect was shocked. Seeing Fang Yunxiu flying up, Li Xiangming looked up with a green face. This was the first time he felt difficult on this road that he had traveled several times.Even taking a step forward, it was so difficult that his legs seemed to be filled with mud.

When Qiu Zimo chased after him, he saw Li Xiangming standing on the stone steps, holding on to the stone wall and gasping for breath. He stepped forward to ask, but was waved away by Li Xiangming.

"What's wrong with you?" Qiu Zimo asked pretendingly.

"You go." Li Xiangming's eyes were red.

"Brother, are you alright?"

"Didn't you see the way you looked at Mo Hanqing?"

"What?" Qiu Zimo wondered.

"I almost opened my legs, begging him to fuck you..."

Qiu Zimo looked at him with bulging eyes in disbelief, looking at him with a ferocious expression like a hungry wolf, he slapped Li Xiangming, and said sharply: "Dirty!"

Li Xiangming held his chest and laughed fiercely, the panting sound from his throat was like a broken bellows, whistling and leaking air.

Li Xiangming has always had his own experience in resisting the temptation of refining the mind, but at this moment, it is obvious that his emotions were stimulated by Mo Hanqing, and at the moment when Mo Hanqing surpassed him and flew away, his emotions were violently shaken.At this moment, many emotions flashed through his head. He is the protagonist in this world. Why did Mo Hanqing have such an accident? He has read the original work, and Mo Hanqing didn't mention it much in the whole text.The illusion took the opportunity to invade, and Li Xiangming had a long dream. In the dream, Mo Hanqing was walking towards him step by step with a handful of bloody Cannian.He couldn't move where he was. He saw Qiu Zimo from a distance and asked him for help, "Zimo, save me!".

As if he had never heard of it, Qiu Zimo said to him with a cunning smile: "Senior brother, why don't you die? It is enough for me to have Senior Brother Han Qing."

Li Xiangming had no image at all, tore off his normally disguised face, and kept cursing: Damn, these people should be damned.Qiu Zimo deserved to die, and Mo Hanqing deserved to die even more.Those who prevent him from climbing to the top deserve to die. These people should all lie under him and treat him like a god.Li Xiangming's eyes were covered with thin and dense red blood, and his temples throbbed.Yes, he is the master.

Qiu Zimo looked at Li Xiangming who had fallen into madness, hesitated for a second, left him and walked forward.This pair of cheap couples, who used to cooperate with each other tacitly, finally parted ways because of Mo Hanqing, whom they had never looked down upon.Husband and wife are originally birds in the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately, not to mention they are not mandarin ducks in the first place.But each takes what he needs.

When Ji Jintong took Fang Yunxiu to the top, the door of Huxin Pavilion opened automatically.

He dragged Fang Yunxiu into the Huxin Pavilion.

He was almost unable to restrain the devilish energy in his body. Several times, black devilish energy would spurt out from the sword body. The door of the Heart-protecting Pavilion was closed. He carried it hard and turned into a human form. A mouthful of blood almost spewed out, and he swallowed it go back.The interior of Huxin Pavilion cannot be monitored by Taixuzong's water mirror.

The Huxin Pavilion doesn't belong to the Taixu Sect at all, it's just that their ancestors who founded the sect happened to have some shit luck and happened to build the sect around the Huxin Pavilion.After countless years of research, the Huxin Pavilion finally accepted Taixuzong's disciples to enter, but it only opened once every three years, and only a few people could be accommodated each time.

Ji Jintong put Fang Yunxiu on the ground and let him lean against the wall. Because he couldn't bear the violent emotional fluctuations, Fang Yunxiu temporarily fell into a coma.Ji Jintong was unable to fight against the two colliding auras of spirits and demons in his body, so he let them fight in his body, and his appearance also became a demon in his heyday, full of evil spirits, an empty frame, and a demon who might vomit blood at any time .

The stairs of the Huxin Pavilion spiral up, and the towering building can't see the top at a glance when looking up, and it seems to have no end.

The dim candle flame trembled in the air.

Ji Jintong glanced back at Fang Yunxiu, who had his eyes closed tightly, and stepped on the stairs of the Huxin Pavilion. When he stepped on the wooden stairs, his feet creaked.

Ji Jintong found the classics he needed from countless treasures of classics.He didn't know where his memory came from, he just followed the invisible traction, came here, just like he did countless times, took down this book from the bookshelf full of thick dust.Then, according to the images in the book, he manipulated his spiritual power with ease.

The two repelling forces in the body seem to have opened up a new channel suddenly, staggering in a strange trajectory, rather than colliding crazily.The aura and magic energy returned to peace the moment Ji Jintong opened his eyes from the state of cultivation, miraculously working independently and complementing each other.

At this time Fang Yunxiu came up from downstairs and saw Ji Jintong sitting in the pile of books.

It was the first time Fang Yunxiu saw the appearance of the devil sitting cross-legged quietly with his whole body full of breath, and felt fresh.

He thanked Ji Jintong: "You sent me up?"

He was halfway through the sentence, only to realize later that Ji Jintong licked his rosy lips and was staring at him.Ji Jintong recovered from his body, and the abundant energy in his body was like the surging tide. Fang Yunxiu was the moon hanging in the sky, and he used his gravity to attract Ji Jintong's approach.

Fang Yunxiu's heart felt hot when he saw his naked eyes.Ji Jintong picked Fang Yunxiu up in his arms and put him behind the bookshelf, folded a few books and placed them under his waist to raise his waist up.

Fang Yunxiu exclaimed: "These are all Western Buddhist classics, you are blasphemy."

The corners of Ji Jintong's eyes were unruly and evil, "Daddy." He still kept the original address, like a child clamoring for candy, and the contented call of holding the candied haws in his hand was soft and soft , piercing my heart, "I even blasphemed you, let alone the gods?"

Compared with Fang Yunxiu, Ji Jintong is like a natural demon cultivator, unruly, arrogant and uninhibited.As long as it is what he does, there is nothing he can't do.

He pinched Fang Yunxiu's chest in his hands, pinching and rubbing.Frowning, "There is really no meat."

Fang Yunxiu thought it was funny, "If you want some meat on your chest, why do you want me?"

Ji Jintong pinched Fang Yunxiu's waist, and Fang Yunxiu's waist had his brand mark, a small sword.If Fang Yunxiu lifted up his clothes, he could see that the same sword was engraved on Ji Jintong's strong waist in exactly the same position.The fiery red brand stirs up the desire in my heart.Ji Jintong gnawed and bit at the pattern on Fang Yunxiu's waist like a puppy.

He stepped forward into Fang Yunxiu's tight tunnel, grinding his sensitive spots. "Are you jealous?"

"Fart." Fang Yunxiu replied to him.

"Then it really is." Responding to Fang Yunxiu, it was Ji Jintong pumping violently like a storm.

Fang Yunxiu was held in his arms like a child, and in this huge and silent heart-protecting pavilion, he repeatedly tossed and wept softly.

"Yes, I will be seen." Fang Yunxiu's voice was hoarse.

"Then let them see how my beautiful swordsman is crying under the heinous devil like me."

Fang Yunxiu frowned, wet tears hung on his distressed little face, his expression seemed to be in pain, but also in longing.The power in his body merged with Ji Jintong, and there was a sound of water at the junction of the two. Every time they pushed each other, Fang Yunxiu could feel the surging power from Ji Jintong's body scrambling far and wide to fill every inch of his veins.

His cultivation has skyrocketed.

Fang Yunxiu finally understood why the women of the Hehuan Sect like to find a way to take advantage of them so much, because there is a word in the world called Caibu.

Ji Jintong is the idiot he loves.He is still willing, just afraid that his hard work is not hard enough.

Ji Jin alone contributed countless progress points to Fang Yunxiu's mission.Next time, if there is such a mission that is full of meat and can increase the mission value, please give him two more!

The system silently despised him, as if a mission was missing.

When Li Xiangming and Qiu Zimo came in, Fang Yunxiu and Ji Jintong had already left.The classics and treasures were left intact, as if nothing had happened.

Li Xiangming was always thinking about why Mo Hanqing's cultivation was improving by leaps and bounds, and what was different about him.

A vague idea crossed his mind.

This idea became clearer.

That's right, that sword, a sword that looks like scrap iron.

He had a hideous face and gritted his teeth.

"I must get this sword."