The iron should be made while it is hot.

Chen Qingniu didn't care about the door that was crushed by the sword energy, and immediately stewed a second pot of yellow viper meat. Senior Sister Shiji had a row of medicine cabinets in the tree in the room, which placed nearly a hundred kinds of herbs. Chen Qingniu didn't dare to catch them blindly. He only dared to choose the sweet and mild-tasting species. In this way, it not only ensures the original flavor of yellow viper meat, but also ensures that it will not be bad for people to eat.

After another busy and having experience, this pot is even more delicious. This is all thanks to the experience of joining Liu Qi in Liulifang to steal lotus leaves and beg for the rooster. Liu Qi steals chickens and salt, picks lotus leaves in the pond, he digs a pit and takes charge of the heat. Over time, his skills are ready. San Zhier calls donkeys and pretends to be stupid and foolish, and he is always smart and tricks like Chen Qingniu have never lacked. What he lacks is that he is led into the door by his master.

He is not Huang Donglai and Sun Guifang. When it comes to his life experience, even his senior sister Qin Huakui is overwhelming, so Chen Qingniu is willing to look at all directions and listen to all directions without any scruples.

The pink door railing is a place with extremely heavy yin energy in the world. In the eyes of monks, it is usually better than a mass grave. Guanyin's seat is even more prosperous and yang is declining to the extreme. Chen Qingniu came out of Liulifang and climbed the Lotus Peak. Fortunately, the yin energy is heavy, but there is no part of the powder energy. Otherwise, Mrs. Fan would not be able to pass that level.

He walked out of the yard with stewed meat. He called him the fairy sister and the fairy sister when he met everyone on the road. No matter how old he was, he would call him sister, and never call him aunt and aunt. He interrogated him all the way. After being turned away several times, he finally learned from the "sister" of a woman in her forties that she lived in her uncle Huang Donglai, called him Zangjian Pavilion, located on the northeast corner of the jade pavilion of the Bailian Gate, with a unique courtyard, and the world is independent.

Chen Qingniu stood outside the door, muttering in his heart that Wang Qiong's group always said that the prime minister's family was all noble. He held a hot stew pot and knocked on the door with one hand. It would be fine if he didn't knock. He was surrounded by dangers. A dozen ancient swords of varying lengths broke out outside the courtyard. It was probably a sword formation of nine palaces and eight trigrams, and snatched Chen Qingniu. Chen Qingniu wished that his third leg could run away, holding the stewed meat and jumping up and down, which was ridiculous. The ancient swords of different textures seemed to have a vitality, full of spirituality, and they stab Chen Qingniu's butt.

A guy who came to the door to show his composure was sweating profusely by more than ten swords.

"Stay."

When was Princess Luzhu sitting on the courtyard wall, Huang Donglai was narrow-minded and narrow-minded. The swords stopped and floated in the air. She said lightly again, "Return to Yuan" and inserted it into the earth again, disappearing.

"I'm a waste, my hands and feet are diligent, and I'm worthy of being a disciple trained by Fan Xuanyu. I'm stupid and filial." The princess of the Northern Tang Dynasty said mean and acted rudely. She patted the head of the little white marquis on her shoulder and said, "Wash the face and go and hold the pot."

The white marten with three tails slid out and went down the wall, but instead crawled against the ground with four legs, it was like a human, walking with only two feet, swaying, with the power of a fox and a slave from aristocratic families, and was full of aura. It stopped in front of Chen Qingniu and handed out its two front paws.

Chen Qingniu's face twitched, and he squatted down and handed out the stewed meat. Although the white marten was small and cute, her claws were slender, she did not tremble at all after taking the stewing pot. She trotted all the way to the gate of the yard, turned around, twisted her butt, and squeezed open the gate of the yard with three tails, and disappeared in an instant.

Chen Qingniu was speechless and told himself that this was Guanyin Lotus Peak, and that even if the whole yard was full of feet, it was not surprising that he would walk.

The young master looked urgent and swallowed his saliva and was about to taste it. As if he remembered something, he shouted to the direction of the courtyard: "Wash your face and go to Jingge to steal the "Taishang Sword and Sword Curse"."

The white marten leaped onto the wall, reluctantly.

Huang Donglai's middle finger bent slightly and played against the white marten's forehead. The poor little guy rolled out like a snowball, fell down from the wall, stood in the corner of the wall and stood with his feet, covering his front paws, covering his face, pitiful.

This little guy was really crying?!

Chen Qingniu was stunned and speechless again.

His mother's little boy is really not ordinary spiritual.

"Go quickly, I'll eat all the stewed meat and I won't leave you a bite of the soup." The young master hummed.

Bai Diao looked alive and generous in his expression, as if he had sacrificed his life and was willing to go to justice, seemed to have really gone to steal Laozi's "The Sword and Sword Curse".

When the pet went to work hard, the girl smiled treacherously and asked Chen Qingniu to wait. She immediately went back to the house to deal with the stewed pork with yellow vipers. Chen Qingniu thought that the little white marten was smeared with her knees, which opened her eyes and thought that it was necessary to redefine the mind of the girl's uncle, otherwise she might one day steal the chicken and lose a lot of rice. He didn't have much capital.

The white marten jumped in sweat and rushed back, holding a purple bamboo slip in his arms, and rushed into the yard.

The white marten in the yard let out a harsh wail, and there was a state where those who heard it were sad and those who saw it were crying.

Then the girl's uncle's lazy and satisfied voice came, and he threw the bamboo slips out of the wall, "I'm going to give you the "Sword and Sword Curse" to you. From now on, I will follow this rule, and a pot of stewed meat and a secret book."

Chen Qingniu put the bamboo slip "Sword-Shooting Curse" into his arms, posted it with "Yu Liaozi", and walked slowly back to his yard as if calm. When he returned to his residence, he found that Shiji had pried out from somewhere and flashed the door for him. When he saw Chen Qingniu, the burly woman as strong as a monkey, had no expression and left the yard with stiff steps.

Chen Qingniu thanked her, but she did not respond.

Chen Qingniu was used to it, so he suppressed his excitement when he entered the room, slowly took out the purple bamboo slips, rolled his eyes, and finally understood why the young master was so heroic, because the bamboo slips were written in a font that Chen Qingniu had never touched before, and was like a tadpole, comparable to the book of heaven. Chen Qingniu sneered, and did not upset his uncle's careful trick. He browsed it carefully. The bamboo slips totaled 543 words, and except for the same words, there were 219 more.

This did not help Chen Qingniu. In the next ten days, he split the ancient tadpole seal and asked Qin Xiangjun for advice word by word. In addition, Chen Qingniu induced his energy to practice the hammering fist. In his spare time, he thought about the remaining chapters that were passed down from the East China Sea forever, "Black Whale Water Swallowing Technique".

Because Chen Qingniu practiced Hammer Fairy Fist, his 55 acupoints of the qi mansions were opened one after another, especially the Eight Evils, Ten Kings and Zhongquan, which were particularly warm and abundant. Among the three, Zhongquan was the most qi-energy, because although the thirty-six-way Hammer Fairy Fist did not have rigid routines, it had very high requirements for inch and shaking force.

Chen Qingniu is about the size of a seventh-grade martial artist. Now he faces Qin Xiangjun, who is holding a sword with both hands, and has the power to fight.

With the help of the incense pendant fan, the task was completed, and he was finally able to read the "Taishang Sword Curse".

Chen Qingniu hid in the room and sat cross-legged.

The opening chapter of the bamboo slip: "Wave the sword with your arms, be the force, be the lower and lower. Use Qi to slave the sword, be the qi and lower. Use intention to control the sword, be the art, be the middle and forward. Use gods to forge swords, foster swords, cultivate sword spirits, control swords across the sky, be the way, be the best. Nothing in the world is not a sword, and no sword cannot be used by me. The best and the most wonderful method is."

This is a secret swordsmanship book for two masters of the military and Taoism. The words are magnificent and are a classic that summarizes the main points. However, although the method is in seconds, it is too erratic and ethereal.

Unfortunately, Chen Qingniu has a weak foundation and is difficult to read. He still has no idea. He always feels that there is a palace with high eaves and teeth in front of him, but he cannot enter. Whether it is the Great Immortal Palace or the Small and Medium Sect, he regards the inheritance of the sect as a top priority. Many methods, even the introductory secrets for building a foundation and cultivating the Yuan, were copied by ancestors and sages, and passed on from generation to generation. Most of them will deliberately make ambiguous words. If it is not for the orthodox teachings and answering doubts within the sect, even if outsiders get secret books, they will still be headless and have no way to start. Otherwise, millions of monks in the world and rich people in the world can always find some secret books. However, for thousands of years, monks have been monks, ordinary people, and the gap between the two is difficult to overcome.

But the book "Sword-Surveying Curse" finally makes Chen Qingniu Nu's sword successful and has the potential to control the sword.

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On the cliff, the five female giants of the White Lotus Sect have different expressions.

The alchemy master Zhai Fang is the most uncontested person. She stands in a secluded place, deliberately distances away from everyone, closing her eyes to rest.

Tang Hongzheng was eight feet tall, with red clothes and red shoes, which was extremely eye-catching. She entered the Tao with martial arts and walked a narrow path of practicing Taoism with strength. She stood with her chest in her arms, with her eyes firm.

Huang Donglai, the proud daughter of heaven, sat on the sound of the Great Sage, floating in the sky outside the cliff, shaking her feet, heartless.

Mrs. Fan stood near the Lotus Puerto and frowned slightly.

An old woman with white clothes and white sleeves and sheep shoes looked at the direction of Rouge Mountain from afar and remained silent.

Mrs. Fan glanced at the sword-embryo girl sitting on the ancient divine weapon, then looked at the old woman, and said softly: "Master, the junior sister killed the disciple of Green Lotus. Tomorrow, she will be taken to the Lotus Floating Seat by the Elder of the Palm. for seven days and seven nights of thunder. What should I do?"

Huang Donglai snorted coldly and said, "Whoever dares to come, will stab to death with one sword."

The old woman in white, who was called the master by Mrs. Fan, sighed and said, "The rules set by the Master of Peak are not allowed to be violated."

Tang Hongzong disagreed and said, "The Peak Lord has been missing for nearly forty years, and it is okay to not follow this rule. The disciples of the Hei Lian lineage took action to injure and kill people, and there was no such thing as a result. None of the elders of the Palm Master dared to arrest people. When they arrived at Bailian Sect, they dared to raise their troops to ask for punishment. There is no such reason."

Huang Donglai laughed and said, "Sister Tang is still wise."

Tang Hongzong didn't appreciate it either, but just looked at the master and waited for the following text.

The leader of the Bailian Sect shook his head and said, "If it were in the past, he could protect the East, but now he is in an important period of choosing a guest official, so he should not make mistakes. Tolerance is the first priority in everything, and he cannot give the other eight veins the opportunity to attack. You all know the importance of the position of a guest official, and you all know the importance of Bailian's failure to give up power is equivalent to betting on everything and being careless."

Huang Donglai went up to the Lotus Peak at the age of three, cut off all ties with the Northern Tang Palace, and almost regarded the master as his biological mother. Although he was depressed at this time, he still compromised and said: "If you go, go, it's just a thunder punishment. One hundred and eight small thunders are just for me to practice swords."

Zhai Fang suddenly spoke, "According to the rules, the Bailian Sect cannot teach the Lotus Peak technique of a young man surnamed Chen, but it is okay to wash the marrow and bones for him and open up more than 400 Qi Mansions. Why did Senior Sister Fan refuse to do it? Is it because he really thought that the candidates for the guest officials of the six meridians were all native chickens and tiles?"

Mrs. Fan wanted to speak but stopped, and her face looked embarrassed.

Tang Hongzhuang said in a deep voice: "When participating in the gambling game, each vein must take out a treasure to defend the gate. Black lotus does not know for the time being that the green lotus is a black dragon pearl, the red lotus is a twelve red lotus karma fire, the orange lotus takes out a pair of ancient Kui armor, the yellow lotus gives the breaking immortal gun, and the green lotus even bet on the entire bamboo sea, and we are the most miserable. If we lose, the white lotus will be annexed. Junior Sister Fan, this is not a joke."

Huang Donglai laughed and said, "Yes, yes, Senior Sister Fan, it's okay to lose to Hei Lian. If you lose to the other tribes, would you become atonement? Just hand over your body and give it to the new guest, begging him to give it a favor to Bai Lian?"

The White Lotus Sect Master said unhappy: "Come from the east, don't talk nonsense."

Mrs. Fan smiled bitterly and said, "At that time, Xuanyu is willing to apologize for his death."

Huang Donglai sneered: "Speak lightly."

The white-haired old woman didn't care about her little apprentice's sarcasm to her fellow disciples, and said softly: "Xuanyu, tell me the mystery in the young man's body. He really got the bowl of Li Baichan, the 'Lotus Scholar' in Tianlong Temple, and there are eight Tianlongs hidden in her body?"

Tang Hongzong and Zhai Fang, who had the best relationship, looked at each other.

Huang Donglai was still indifferent.

Mrs. Fan nodded and said, "That's right."
Chapter completed!