At first, I read it, and my intention was in the forest.

For Shun, there is no place without earth, and all the beauty is full of heaven.

Fish and insects are still Buddhas, and chickens and dogs all ascend to immortality.

I am not Liuliu, and I am loyal.

When he was young, he was strong and had a bright and colorful life.

The piano and sword are slightly warm, and the world is moving for years.

It is different from the three sons who wrote it, and they are in line with the Zen of the five families.

Since he had left Zhusi, he was promoted to Wei.

The shoulder is on the right side of Hongya, and the Tao is in front of Lingyun.

What you get is the secret of heaven, and what you get is the wise man of the country.

It can be used to make money by making money.

Visit the waves of Dinghu Lake in the east and look for the smoke of Cangwu in the west.

One inch of hard work, half a lifetime of two traversals.

The hairpin is not without desire, but the fish and birds follow their means.

Yixing is vast and the five lakes are vast, and the reputation is spread all over the world.

Eat a full meal of green essence rice, read Huangshi weaving carefully.

I came out of the seven Fujian Province soon and released it to the market.

The world is full of eyes, and fame and fortune are intertwined.

Wealth and honor have tasted the tripod, and the sky is in front of the whip.

If you waste your youth, you will be in a state of prosperity.

And there are Anqi dates and husband Tai Hualian.

Gaoling is easy to make a valley, and the vast ocean is vast and the fields are beyond the fields.

The scenery is also flashing, and the beauty of things changes with each other.

I smile when I look up at the sky, and I feel sorry for myself.

How far is the purple palace far away, how far is the green phoenix?

The clouds in Penglai are misty, and there is a little moon and Juanjuan.

Take the footsteps of Qingxia Road and end the work of the teeth buds.

The above is to travel to Taixu, and the below is to penetrate the Nine Abyss.

The chariot and the hub are king, and the lakes and mountains are endless.

Where can I go back? This is like a cicada.

The plot last time is complicated and I will not talk about it again. I just said that the next morning, the sky was clear, and the Cui Cui Mountain in southern Luojing suddenly appeared. This mountain is located along the southern border of the bamboo forest, about a hundred feet high and a hundred feet high, with steep and ridges and beautiful forests and valleys. There are also mountains and ridges on all sides, with rich woods and trees surrounding them, lonely and lonely, green grass, green grass, turn around, jade flowers and dew, competing for beauty and beauty. Several clusters of pine trees are like splashing indigo. It is the red whisper, brocade nest prune; green swaying, embroidered grass, green fuzzy, blue sand orchid; it is swaying, surrounded by streams. The mountains are really:

The pine and bamboo are beautiful every year, and the strange flowers are fresh every day.

The flowers in the bush are sad and dismal. If they penetrate into the nose of a person, their minds will definitely be fresh and clear. However, the grass on the top of the mountain does not grow, and the crown rocks stand like dragons and lions, and many nests of birds and beasts are born between the rocks. A stream of water flows back and forth, gurgling and crisp ears, like a ring of singing, the water is clear, the silver light is bright, and the light is bright, like a mirror on the ground, shining with gold and silver, rippling, and it is unique. There are several thin grass paths distributed outside the stream, like dragons and snakes, walking around the bush, zipping around, intertwined, very special.

There is a deserted mountain stream at the mouth of the mountain. This stream is located in the green hillside. The shadows of trees beside the stream are sparse and fascinating. The sun is like spots, covering the mountains. There are a few vigorous ancient cypresses, green pines and dense vines, which hide the secluded stream. Moreover, the air here is clear, and there are a few blue birds in the mountains, without big beasts. A clear spring of spiritual energy flows out from the cracks of the stone walls. With the warm light, the stone walls of the entire mountain stream are colorfully reflected by several golden soft patterns. The spiritual energy floats around the mountain stream, which is very pure.

On a bluestone in the stream, a young man with a jade-faced bee waist and a seven-foot-long body was lying weakly above. The young man was Qingsong. At this time, the arrow wounds he was in were already on, and the tips of the arrows he shot were heavily poisoned. It must have been covered with two deep cold poisons. The whole body seemed to be cold and trembling. Even if the breathing and panting were not cured in time, the poison would explode and die within three days. Next to Shi Fang, there was an old man with a hair tied with a Taoist bun, a kind face, a fairy-shaped hair, a fairy-bone and a long white robe in the Qingyue Pine. The elder held a white feather fan on his left hand, a gourd on his right, and two yellow-robed boys stood on the back, the right boy was holding a set of thirty-six silver needles in his hand, and the left boy was holding a plaque of medicine and wood boxes.

The old man in the white robe gently stroked his white beard, his eyes were bright, he chuckled, and he stretched out his hand to raise Qingsong's right arm and pressed it into the wrist pulse along the injured arm. The old man in the white robe secretly condensed his energy and penetrated into the depths of Qingsong's pulse. When the elder had taken the pulse half a stick of incense, he couldn't help but sigh and frowned. The old man's face had just become cold and solemn.

"The poison of arrows has reached the stomach and heart. Alas, this child's life is about to be exhausted." The old man in white robe let out a breath of cold air and gently took off Qingpine's sleeves. He saw a blood mark about a foot long on the right arm of Qingpine. There was a blood mark about a foot long between the blood marks. There was a corrupt flesh wound that was eroding, like a walnut. The flesh color inside was purple-black, and the black and blue stripes were intertwined, spreading to the various veins in the right arm. The old man quickly condensed his true energy and penetrated into the blood mouth on Qingpine's arm. A strong and rich true energy surged in, flowing into the various veins like a gurgling stream, washing the marrow of each veins, and forced the toxins in the collaterals out of his body.

There was probably time to touch the card. A burst of blood and energy suddenly appeared in Qingpine's body, and a stream of turbid blood rushed out. Then he felt the body was unobstructed and his face was full of good energy. Qingpine immediately turned and woke up. The old man in the white robe beside him smiled and patted Qingpine's chest.

"Master..." Qingsong spoke hoarsely.

"Don't say too much, disciple, the poisonous mouth on your feet has not been relieved yet, so be quiet!" The old man said calmly. Then he turned his head and took the set of silver acupuncture needles from the right boy's hand, and took out three needles as thin as spider silk and only three inches long. He pierced it into Qingsong's right arm Huantian point, and two needles were pierced into Qingsong's right leg "middle seal" and "Kunlun" two acupoints.

The old man in white robe gently rotated the silver needle with his hands, so that the tip of the silver needle could be pierced into the meat paste. Just as the tip of the needle was inserted into the meat, a thin wisp of white smoke began to rise. The green pine gritted his teeth, relaxed the tendons, and slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the effect.

Then again, the old man in white robe quickly pulled out the gourd cover in his hand, poured out a golden pill from inside, and suddenly smashed the golden pill and turned it into a slightly fishy powder. Then he gently applied the powder to the wound on Qingsong's legs.

The old man with white hair pulled off a long white strip to tie Qingsong's right leg, and the elder took off the white robe on Qingsong's body, stroked his beard and said calmly: "Disciple, I'll have a good time to cultivate for a while! The wound you are in has not yet fully healed." After hearing the old man with white robe's advice, Qingsong hummed and then sank into his dantian, and quietly closed his eyes and breathed.

At this moment, Qingsong's heart was replaying the scene of Luo Jingcheng's disaster, but it was still vivid in his mind. It could not be dispersed, causing distracting thoughts in his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable. However, he was still cultivating his energy and concentrating his mind, and could not tell the truth about external affairs. Qingsong had to suppress his sadness and calm down and enter into a state of concentration. The old man in the white robe did not say a word, but just smiled softly. The elder also wanted to teach and control him strictly, but he had been arrogant since he was a child. If he had been strictly managed for the time being, he would not be satisfied.

The old man in white robe thought coldly, "Oh, this little disciple is causing trouble everywhere, when will he really grow up and see more!" Then he shook his head and walked out of the mountain stream with a few strides. The two fairy children behind him also followed the old man.

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The jade rabbit hangs high, insects and birds sing in the forest, making fun and fun.

Qingsong had already gotten up, put on a white robe and casual clothes, held a sword, walked out of the mountain stream, and walked towards the mountains outside. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he shouted happily: "Master..." It turned out that the white-haired elder was standing on a bluestone in the mountain with his hands in his arms, looking at the waves at the foot of the mountain as if they were splashing green ink pine trees, and couldn't help but say, "Time is fast, and it has been seven years since then! This is the first time that you and my master and disciple have met seven years later. At that time, you thought that you had practiced the unique skills of the two great sword skills of "Qingtong" and "Shengtian", and you were called a second-rate swordsman, but there were mountains outside the mountain and people outside the mountain. You didn't listen to your teacher's advice that day, and insisted on being in Laizhou

Founded the Qingtong Jian Pavilion, it has been seven years since you left! I know that you are greedy for scenic spots, and you have abandoned Jian Pavilion and ignored it. You are the impetuous and leisurely young man, and your stomach is full of ruthless intestines. Don’t miss your teacher or your colleagues in Jian Pavilion. Isn’t this abominable?" The white-haired elder did not turn around, but still looked at the foot of the mountain with his hands. Qingsong heard the words of his master, regretted and annoyed, and did not dare to speak. Suddenly he sighed, and said, “Master, I don’t know if the fragrance of my Jiangxia Immortal Sect is still prosperous after seven years? You said I don’t miss it. Actually, I missed it very much. How dare I forget those things in my childhood and those teachings of the teacher!”

The white-haired elder is one of the seven great immortals of Jiangxia (Sword Immortals). After the six realms and nine kalpas, he was called Ling Suzi. Now that he has lived for 370 years, Qingsong is the only personal disciple of Ling Su Jian Immortal. When the Ling Su Jian Immortal heard Qingsong's words, he was sad for a moment before speaking: "The Immortal Sect is still there, but my great ancestor of the Immortal Sect, Sword Lord, didn't know where to go. Several scattered cultivators also abandoned the sect and went out, saying that they were traveling to beg for alms, but they didn't know where to go. I was unable to move and could not find it, so what could I do?"

Qingsong was also disappointed when he heard this, and immediately sighed: "Master, you have not taught my sword skills for seven years. Can you pass on me to receive it today? "Qingtong" and "Shengtian" two sword skills have been cultivated to the perfect state by me. I will pass on my new sword skills to the heart method?"

As he was speaking, the sword fairy sighed indifferently: "Is it because your innate lifeline is weak and yang, and you must use the sword technique to cultivate your tendons and veins, and expand the volume of your dantian. I didn't want to pass on your sword technique too early, but in order to eliminate your innate disease, I had to pass on your two skills when you were introductory, so that you can practice well today."

When Qingsong heard the words of the Sword Immortal, she became a little angry, but she didn't get angry, so she had to bow and say goodbye, "Master, let's go back to the stream and move your true energy first."

After saying that, Qingsong stroked his chest that was painful in the dark, and walked into the mountain stream. When Jianxian saw his disciple saying goodbye, he still looked at the bamboo forest under him with his hands behind his back.

Here, the two boys Mo Sang and Mo Li were stepping from the ridge and standing on the side of the sword fairy.

When the card was in the middle, a small blue-clothed shadow in the mountain stream was holding a long blue sword, jumping and flashing, and his skill was as strong as a monkey on his back. At that time, the blue color triggered the tenth style of the "Qingtong" sword technique, "Fire Tree Silver Flower", and suddenly a fiery red tongue sprayed out from the tip of the sword, turning into a red arc of light, and the waves were towards the stream wall. A rumbling sound seemed to shake, and Qingsong quickly put the sword in the sheath, and Qingsong quickly put the sword in the sheath.

The lustful sword energy suddenly lingered around him, and then slowly disappeared. Qingsong took three steps away. After one afternoon, Qingsong's sword skills grew a lot. In order to make Lingsu Jianxian look at him, his personal disciple, and in order to practice the sword technique of the Immortal Ascension Sword Technique of the ancestors of the master's sect, Qingsong must diligently practice the sword technique of the previous two techniques. Immediately after Qingsongzhang used the Shadow Wind Step technique to quickly get more and more power, jumping back and forth in the mountain stream, which was very agile.

The "Golden and Jade Thorn" in Qingsong's "Shengtian" sword technique was practiced. The sword edge teared the air and the sound of a "tiger and tiger" occurred. Half of the sword body immediately shone a layer of golden light, while the other half of the sword body shone a layer of white jade light, which was transparent and visible. The lights of the two then merged into one, and the sword speed was amazing and very domineering. The green pines danced with sword energy, and sword flowers as big as bowls flew towards the stream wall. With a "surging" sound, countless stone chips shook off from the top, and a lime dust rose from the top. Qingsong smiled slightly, and shook the flying ashes that were floating on his head one by one.

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The sword shadows are colorful, the green light is blurred, and they are all reflected on the wall of the mountain stream. A stone pier in the mountain stream, Qingsong is waving a long sword, showing off one move. Look at the twelve skills of Qingsong to use, which sword moves are chopping, stabbing, tapping, slitting, breaking, wiping, piercing, picking, lifting, twisting, and sweeping. Just look at the sound of a roar that breaks the wind. After the sword cultivation that night, Qingsong should also understand the sword path--"Under calmness, the Yin and Yang Eight Trigrams and Six Elephants intersect.

Yuan inputs the sword body and takes the enemy's head. You should seek speed. If you take the enemy's limbs and bones, you should attack first with sword skills." The sword tip in Qingsong's hand was drew a plate of Yin and Yang Bagua. Two black and white light balls as big as thumbs were shot out from the sword spine to the tip of the sword, and quickly ejected onto the stone wall. A sudden sound caused the entire mountain stream to tremble slightly, and the earth and rocks shook off one after another. As the rainstorm, Qingsong's body turned forward and pushed out a palm force, retreating to the stone pier.

"Sword skills and Taoist enlightenment have indeed made me grow a lot, but the only shortcoming is that I will consume a lot of true energy every time I use it! This is a big disadvantage, I don't know how to deal with it well?" Qingsong sighed, and suddenly sheathed the sword, his face darkened, and a cold air became more common between his eyebrows. The true energy in his dantian was indeed insufficient. But how can he develop the dantian generously? Qingsong frowned and sighed. A rich green light flashed out of Qingsong's pupils. He thought to himself that he must develop his current dantian so that he could practice sword skills with all his strength. Only then could he fight to practice sword skills, the Lingsu Sword Immortal could deal with it.

He was the master of swordsman who was personally treated with admiration. Qingsong immediately clasped his palms, and a tick of sweat beads fell down his palm. He recalled the many interesting things he had taught swords with the sword immortal in his childhood. Qingsong then took a long rope, sat cross-legged in a bluestone, closed his eyes and became lucky. Soon after, Qingsong fell asleep tiredly, dreaming of a place, all of which were the scene of cultivating swords in Jiange in his childhood, and there was still a gentle smile on his face. Little did he know that in life, only the innocence of innocence can be encountered and cannot last forever, and the increasingly mature life. Looking back, it is the most childhood, and I can't forget it in my youth.

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The green mountains are sunken in the dusk, and the tired birds return to the forest.

Lingsu Jianxian stood on the cliff with his hands in his arms, closing his eyes to think about it... After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked down at the cliff, a rolling ink-colored bamboo forest. At the end of the bamboo forest, the golden crow that fell was hanging on the top of the mountain, which was uniquely gorgeous. The two fairy boys behind Lingsu Jianxian said, "Report to the real person, you should go back. Qingsong is already sitting cross-legged in the stream and sleeping." Jianxian waved his silver fan and said, "Okay, let's see how much he has grown recently." A fairy cloud suddenly floated out of the sword fairy's feet.

The surface of the fairy cloud emits silver glow. The sword fairy rubbed her feet and flew away on the clouds. The two fairy children of the latter also climbed onto the sword fairy clouds. The group of people disappeared in the sky by the clouds and mist. In a half breath, the fairy cloud had already flashed into the stream. The sword fairy and the two fairy children in white robe jumped down one after another. The fairy cloud floating in the air suddenly dissipated into a light air and turned into nothingness. The sword fairy swept the white fan, chuckled slightly, and walked into the stream, and then the two fairy children followed. Seeing Qingsong

On Yifangshi's lucky face, Jianxian said with a gentle face, "Stop, disciple, I am willing to help you develop your dantian. If it is successful, it depends on your luck." "What!" Qingsong heard Jianxian's words, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Lingsu Jianxian. Jianxian smiled slightly and nodded slightly to Qingsong. "Really?" Qingsong was shocked again, and stood up and stood up, and a warm light flashed in his pupils. Then, Qingsong laughed at Lingsu Jianxian, excited in the ground, and the two behind him

The famous fairy boy suddenly shouted lightly and raised his hand. The two immortal-level treasures suddenly appeared in the palms of both of them, and they were all filled with gloomy light. Qingsong held the hilt of the sword in his waist tightly, and looked confident on his face, "As long as the Dantian is developed and his unstable muscles and bones are refined, I can practice the Immortal Ascension Sword Art!" A red light appeared in Qingsong's eyes. The things he had longed for for a long time were about to come true, and Lingsu Jianxian also smiled slightly and said loudly: "Mo Li, Mo Sang, sacrifice the Immortal Treasure."

The two fairy boys behind him responded together, recited a few magic tricks from their mouths, and the immortal objects in their palms floated out of the air. Two rays of misty light rushed straight to the top. A jade water-scattered porcelain bottle and a pair of jade pairs were hanging in the sky in the mountain stream. The surface of the two fairy treasures emitted a strange treasure light pearl, which immediately illuminated the entire mountain stream. The heart of the green pine was trembling, and he couldn't help but be moved by these two immortal magic weapons.

A cultivator who practices swordsman must have an immortal-level object to assist in his own practice, so that he can avoid detours on the road to immortal cultivation. Anyone who has not achieved a Taoist of a scattered immortal, with the help of a fairy-level flying sword, can compete with a sword immortal. Nowadays, the immortal-level magic weapons are very rare in the land of Jiuzhou. As long as there are powerful ancient immortal gates or fairy palaces and extreme demon palaces, there are a few immortal-level magic weapons. (Most of the magic weapons in the extreme demon palace are filled with blood evil souls, and the evil spirit stored in it is accidentally developed, it can swallow the three-life soul of a sword immortal. A casual cultivator must spend several years and years to refine these magic weapons filled with tyrannical blood evil spirits before you can use them.)

At the moment, Lingsu Jianxian bent his finger and drew his illusory drawing in front of him like waves. Straws of spiritual energy gathered rapidly in the index finger of Jianxian. Jianxian raised his finger again, and immediately a milky white small sword phantom appeared. Suddenly, two rays of green light shot out from the shadow, condensed into a ball of Linghuo, blinking out, as fast as lightning, Linghuo turned into a snow-white rainbow and shot into the dantian of Qingpine. Qingpine suddenly burst into his eyes, and screamed, feeling a storm of white tyranny deep into the eight strange meridians of Qingpine. During this period, he kept wandering and went straight into the seven seas of Dantian. A trace of milky white gas flowed into the Dantian, causing the true qi of Qingsong Dantian to soar. Qingsong gritted his teeth and screamed angrily. The true qi in his body kept swaying and gathering in his dantian. With a hot tea, the Qingsong Dantian exploded and his eyes burst out. After Qingsong moaned in pain, he suddenly felt that the reserve of true qi in his body had increased several times. Obviously, the Dantian was developed in this way, which was three or five times the volume of the original dantian. Qingsong was shocked and sweated on his forehead. Shui Lili showed a happy look shortly afterwards, because he knew that he could finally practice the Sword of Ascension. Lingsu Jianxian smiled brightly and said leisurely: "The disciple should be ecstatic. The master has successfully developed your dantian, but the conditions for the Sword of Ascension should be extremely harsh. Your bones and veins have not been completely fixed. I am afraid that you will be much more dangerous in the future to cultivate immortals. You must strengthen yourself in the future." Qingsong heard the words, and then he became happy and said: "The disciple will strengthen the future of cultivation of immortals. I have reached the bone vein of my own." The sword fairy nodded, then turned around and carried her hands on her back, and said tremblingly: "In fact, if you want to stabilize the inner body bone vein in a short time, it is not a difficult task. For my master, I have a wonderful recipe. You can try it. Clean your tendons and collaterals. Do you need it, disciple?" Qingsong stood up and trembled when he heard this, and couldn't speak immediately. He whispered for a long time: "Disciple... in order to be able to cultivate immortals... in order to become a sword fairy like Master, I sincerely wish Master would give me the immortal formula."

"Okay, since your intention to cultivate immortals has been decided, I will teach you a magic marrow-cleaning immortal recipe for my master." After a few pauses, I said, "Come here to me, I will tell you to you." Qingsong was happy, and he was also busy for a while. He slowly stepped in front of the sword fairy, with his ear close to the sword fairy's mouth. At any time, the sword fairy would recite all the immortals. "Did you remember?" After reading the sword fairy, Qingsong smiled and agreed, After reading the immortal's parasite that the sword immortal sent to his heart for a few times, he laughed loudly. "You must go to the mountains, valleys or rivers to pick them in person. Each grass should be about forty years before you can refine elixirs, do you understand?" Lingsu Jianxian reminded. "I understand, I understand." Qingsong responded happily, turned around and walked out of the mountain stream, pressed the mountain path, and first went up the top of the mountain.

The sword immortal still stood with his hands behind his back, and the three thousand white beards on his face fluttered in the wind, which was very elegant. The old pupils had a deep heart, shining brightly. The two fairy children on the side did not respond and stood silently, while the two fairy treasures hanging in the air suddenly entered the fairy children's robe with a whistle sound. The white light above the stream gradually dissipated. At midnight, the mountains were dark and dark, and Qingsong's cultivation was excellent, and his eyes were quite sharp and powerful.

It can also see the scenery within three meters. At that time, the green pine had picked a 48-year-old spirit grass from the bank of a stream and rock at the foot of the mountain. The sky was already deep and gloomy, the insects were intermittent, and the grass and trees were deep. The green pine rode the dim moonlight, condensed its true power, and walked up the mountain with its sword. When it saw that the sword fairy and the fairy boy were missing, they shook their heads and felt tired, so they had to close their eyes cross-legged and practiced their qi until tomorrow morning...

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The next day, Qingshan.

The blue bird flew out of the perched trees and flew up the north sky. The sky was clear and beautiful, with a beautiful scenery all over the woods at the bottom of the mountain.

In the secluded stream in the mountains, a clear spring overflowed from the wall. On a stone in the mountain stream, a jade-faced boy was still circulating cross-legged. The true energy in the dantian was like an endless source, whirling rapidly. Looking below the stone, there were three figures, namely the Lingsu Jianxian and two white-robed fairy children. Yesterday's herb collection made Qingpine only gain the benefits of only one plant, which was the 48-year-old spirit grass.

The immortal formula passed down by Lingsu Jianxian still needs eight herbs of more than 40 years in it, and it should be two dragon bones, three Tianming fruits, one green qi healing grass, and two rhinoceros yanzhi. These eight spiritual medicines are extremely rare, and Qingsong should think of this, afraid that there are no these spiritual medicines in this green mountain. Qingsong suddenly opened his eyes and gently stroked his abdomen. At this moment, facing the violent true energy in his abdomen, Qingsong was a little bit

I can't help but feel a little unfamiliar with it. "There are eight spiritual herbs left. We may refine the Marrow-washing Heavenly Bright Pill. At that time, the eight extraordinary meridians and veins in various parts of our body functions can be as if they have undergone a transformation and look like they have undergone a transformation." Qingsong thought to himself, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Seeing that Qingsong had woken up, the sword immortal went up to the stone square and realized that he had some enlightenment: "A disciple, I used the Heavenly Eye Forbidden Technique yesterday, and realized that it was broken in Qingshan.

A dragon bone grows under the cliff, and you can go and get it today." Then the sword immortal bent out of the direction of the cliff. Qingsong heard the sound and was secretly happy. In order to find the spiritual herb, the master actually used the forbidden technique. He felt a little guilty. He immediately stood up and shouted, "Master, that disciple will leave immediately." The green pine suddenly turned into a blue light, shot out of the mountain stream, and flew towards the cliff west of Qingshan.

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On the west side of the green mountain, several mists scattered above the cliff, making the cliff a deep fog color. The bamboo forest under the cliff was completely hidden by the fog in the morning. Wrapped by the hazy mist, a spiritual herb with five colors radiant rays grew in the crack of the rocks above the cliff, which belongs to the third-level herb. There are five uncolored leaves on the grass stems, and the five-petal leaves grow under the grass stems, and a jade-shaped spiritual bag is grown at the head of the dragon bone. There are countless thin pores on the spirit bag, and a golden medicinal fragrance radiates from the holes. The entire dragon bone is surrounded by five kinds of fragrance, and it is a little shining in the slightly misty mist.

When a cup of tea, a green shadow arrow rushed to the bluestone on the cliff like an arrow. The trace of the flash was Qingpine. Just watch him pull out his long sword, push a few fog on the cliff, and stare down at the cliff, suddenly, a ray of light shot down the cliff. Fortunately, there was a sudden stone at the bottom of the cliff. Qingpine stepped on the stone with its feet lightly, stabilizing its body. He held the green sword and tweaked the trapped fog in the air. Suddenly, a clean air road was given out from the cliff fog. Qingpine also saw a five-glitter luster eight inches below, flashing frequently, as if it were to show its glory. I was afraid that a rare spiritual herb was embedded in the crack of the cliff, and the greenpine was ecstatic and happy.

The palms were as clear as two sharp claws, grabbing some sudden stones on the cliff, and hooking their feet on two stones. The spirit grass with five kinds of fragrance was already revealed in front of Qingpine. The grass stem that looked like a jasper, the flowers that were not colorful, and also emitted five kinds of strange lights. The golden jade-shaped spiritual bag between the petals made Qingpine take a breath of air conditioning, and his eyes were shocked. He had read some medicine books since he was a child, and he could tell the general appearance of ordinary spirit grass, but no such strange grass was recorded in the book. He thought to himself: This beautiful wild spirit grass must be very rare. When he looked closely, he found that the grass stem was mixed.

With a trace of brown dust, it may be a bit old. I guess this plant is the dragon bone of the forty years that Qingpine is going to find. The spiritual bag among the petals is the "dragon bone". Qingpine slowly woke up from the surprise and hurriedly reached out to pick the dragon bone next to it, hurriedly put it into the robe. Then he smiled brightly and got the spiritual grass. He felt beautiful and was about to turn into a bright light to the cliff. Suddenly, under his feet, it turned out that a piece of gravel under Qingpine's right foot suddenly fell. Qingpine had no sense of accuracy. He immediately threw it from the wall. Instinctively reached out to grab a rock above his head, held the rock tightly with his palms, and buckled his feet.

In the crack of the wall, the green pines were not afraid of danger. They used their true energy to turn into a green light and straight up into the sky. Suddenly, they took advantage of the wind and took the force of the wind and jumped in to a cave that was extremely dark on the edge of the cliff. Outside the cave was a square open space. A longan tree grew in the open space, with a waist surrounded by five people. There was nothing on the tree, but the new branches and leaves were growing extremely vigorously, and they shone with the brilliance like a blue cloud. The entrance of the cave was dark and illuminated, and there was no five feet of light. The green pines were curious for a moment, and relying on their own abilities and were quite confident, so they wanted to explore the truth in the cave. Thinking of this, the green pines had gently leaned into the cave.
To be continued...