Chapter 371 Emmortal Chaos

The snow-white sword hovered around the national master's cave. Jingmu is shrouded, and the morning fog is curling.

Li Jingtian, the national teacher, is meditating. The taste of black sandalwood sets off the elegance of the long gray hair of the overseas teacher. Since the sudden realization of the situation, the national teacher felt that the gradually dry vitality in his body grew slowly like an old tree with new buds. Therefore, he is very satisfied. Opening my eyes, it's like holes in time and space, with a lot more business and less vicissitudes...

The majestic voice came out.

"A Feng is back. Let him in."

The little boy next to him bowed and got up. When he was young, Nie Feng, a wind god with a white Confucian clothes, came in.

The child served the tea and then retreated. The master and apprentice sat opposite each other, and Li Jingtian looked at the latter's face.

For many years, the master and apprentice have been almost connected, and Fengshen naturally knows the meaning of the national master Li Jingtian.

"Master's hole through yin and yang, that stinky boy really has nothing to do."

Li Jingtian, the national teacher, seems to have been confident and confident, and there is no surprise on his face.

The stinky boy's face is ruddy, colorful, his eyebrows are colorful, and his cultivation is a little lower, but can he die easily? He spoke lightly, as if he didn't treat it as a thing at all. However, Fengshen could hear the unconcealed joy in the master's words.

Li Jingtian's words were a little more low, "It's just that the stinky boy doesn't know that he is a chaotic body now. I don't know if he can accept it after knowing it?" There was a lot more hesitation in his words. Fengshen looked at the master in front of him, "If the stinky boy knew that he was a chaotic body, he would abandon himself, which proved that our original choice was wrong..." His mood gradually became a little low, but he laughed again, "Master, don't you often say that 'the cultivation of immortals is fate and fate, and of course the will, and it has only a dime to do with Lao Shizi's talent.'..."

Li Jingtian recovered and laughed. Nie Feng, the god of wind, looked angry. "The third thing makes people alive." Li Jingtian said, "As a teacher, I always want you to calm down. Your anger is getting louder and louder, and you are about to catch up with your brother Lei.

Fengshen gradually calmed down and said, "That day, the magic lion Bismarck finally did not die, he was just seriously injured."

Li Jingtian narrowed slightly, "There's nothing to make a fuss about. If it's so easy to end, it won't make many people have such a headache. Good people don't live long, and they will live for thousands of years. Fengshen looked at Li Jingtian and finally said, "The court still did not withstand the pressure of the Tianmo Empire and finally agreed to the marriage of the Tianmo Empire. Let Princess Xinlan and Prince Shadan get engaged..."

Li Jingtian's eyes condensed slightly and then opened. He said in a low voice, "Go and see if the door of the palace is closed?" Fengshen turned around and came back in a short time. However, Li Jingtian had grown up and stood facing the black stone wall behind him. He bowed and said, "Master, the door of the palace is closed well. The apprentice has added a layer of prohibition, and I don't expect that the sound will come out..."

"Oh, go ahead."

Fengshen bowed slightly and turned away. When he walked to the corner of the palace, there was a thunderous sound from the empty hall behind him. The stone hall is buzzing...

Fengshen can faintly hear a few vague words: slave, cowardice, disaster to the country and the people, damn it... Accompanied by the sound of something falling to the ground. There is a faint and playful smile in his eyes. Master, you always criticize me for my uncalation, but when did you get angry? Fengshen sighed and said to himself, "Tomorrow's stone hall should be cleaned again..." His figure has disappeared at the foot of the shrill wall...

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The endless green pine needles gradually blurred in Han Feng's eyes. As far as he could see, he saw a green dragon hovering around. Fortunately, the green dragon has no intention of killing Han Feng. Otherwise, I'm afraid he has already sacrificed the punishment or fled...

circling to the extreme, the purple flower monk suddenly shouted, "Oh, go!"

The jasper dragon surrounded by dozens of feet suddenly flew away. In a blink of an eye, it has coiled to the extremely high peak in the distance. The peak roared and the boulders rolled down...

The purple monk gently dusted his gull linen shirt, and his face was as usual, as if the shocking momentum did not come from his hands...

Han Feng's eyes stared at the front line, "Master Purple Flower is such a profound rune!"

The purple flower monk's face is indifferent, and his carving skills are just generous. I'm afraid that the cultivation of the donor is not low.

Han Feng sighed, "I'm ashamed that I haven't been able to use Yimu until now."

The skylight leaked from the cracks of the green peak in the distance, forming a mottled shadow in front of the two people, changing. Han Feng kept staring, and he didn't know what he was thinking...

The purple monk suddenly said, "Does the donor know what the charm is?"

What a big proposition. Han Feng felt that he had a deep understanding of Fu Dao. Now when he heard the other party's question, he found that he really lacked a deep understanding of this inconspicuous Taoism at first glance, so he told the truth, "The boy was lucky enough to get the practice of Fu Dao. At first, he only regarded it as a practice of catching demons and ghosts. Unexpectedly, he didn't expect The more you practice, the more you feel that the truth is more and more profound, which makes the younger generation feel like facing the abyss and the sea. Please don't hesitate to teach..."

The purple monk stared at Han Feng deeply, then turned his head to look at Yunjuan Yunshu in the distance and said softly, "People in the world are divided into mortals and martial arts practitioners. But who knows why the original martial artists on the Xuanhuang Continent came. Han Feng listened quietly, and he felt as if he had touched something new. The purple monk cut his fingers little by little in the air, and a flowing cloud floating above his head suddenly turned into two pieces. It's like being cut raw with scissors...

Han Feng was surprised that he could not feel any fluctuation of power. The magic of the purple flower monk should be called magic.

The purple flower monk said lightly: "Countless years ago, the life expectancy of mortals in the world was only more than ten years. Warcrafts were rampant among the ancients. They sighed at the short life expectancy and the ravages of Warcraft on the mainland. They wanted to find a way to increase their life expectancy and a way to defeat Warcrafts. So there are martial arts practitioners..." He paused for a moment and then said, "After countless years of accumulation and research, the experience of countless martial artists has been accumulated and passed on. After breaking through a bottleneck, some martial arts practitioners suddenly found a new world..."

The purple monk's thick eyebrows closed and whispered, "Go to dust, go." At this moment, the sky is already dark. In the deep mountains, the sky is bright late and dark early. The green peak in the distance has turned black. Han Feng looked into the distance, and I don't know when the pine needle jasper dragon disappeared... The green sky shines between the eyebrows of the purple monk, and gradually becomes a mysterious color...

"This world is immortal." The purple monk said, "In just decades, the life expectancy of martial artists can reach about 200 years, which has increased several times. Why don't people flock to it? Genius envied, but the coincidental martial arts practitioners found that when martial arts reached a new level, a new fission could occur in both body and cultivation, so people began to look for immortality... What is the life expectancy of immortals? Some powerful immortals can live for countless years..."

The purple flower monk said two countless words in a row, which shows the envy in his heart. Han Feng sighed in his heart and suddenly asked, "I think the master has reached the immortal road."

"Me?" The purple monk suddenly asked, and immediately smiled bitterly, "I just touched the tip of my nose. Including the old man who claims to be a national teacher in the deep palace, isn't it?" Han Feng was shocked, and Li Jingtian, the unfathomable national teacher in his eyes, did not reach the doorway...

The purple flower monk said, "The world's martial arts practitioners only know how to rely on martial arts to cultivate immortals, but they don't know that sometimes it's just fate."

Han Feng asked, "What is immortality?"

There are five basic elements of this world, gold, wood, water, fire and earth. All substances are arranged and combined or mutated by these five elements. Correspondingly, the human constitution is also five constitutions. Or fire, water, wood, soil, or gold, the more prominent the elemental attributes are, the easier it is to cultivate immortals... As for some people who are gifted and born with two constitutions, it can be called genius...

Han Feng gradually understood in his heart, and he suddenly asked, "I don't know what kind of physique the boy is. Is there any fate with the way of cultivating immortals?" The purple flower monk did not answer. Looking at the twilight in the distance, he continued to say, "Creators are magical. Some people in the world are born with five elements of physique. Gold, wood, water, fire and earth occupy all. Logically, it can be called the best choice for immortal cultivation..."

The purple flower monk turned his head and looked at Han Feng and said, "But things in the world are bound to reverse, and profits and * are losses. These people have become chaotic bodies in Taoist legends because they occupy five constitutions. They have a common way with that element, but on the road to immortal cultivation, they are equal to white paper...

The purple flower monk said implicitly, but Han Feng understood the meaning of his words in his heart. It is equivalent to saying that people with chaotic bodies have no possibility on the road of cultivating immortals...

Han Feng suddenly said, "Master, don't hide it from me. Can you tell me if my physique is the chaotic body in the legend?"

The purple flower monk said a Buddha's name, and the donor was talented. When the old man healed the donor's wounds, he already felt it. I just can't believe it, but when I hear that the donor has the five magic in the legend, I am convinced... The old man is stupid and dull. Because his physique belongs to wood, he only has a piece of wood...

Han Feng looked at the purple flower monk for a long time and suddenly laughed. The purple flower monk looked at it. The former's eyebrows were full of smiles, and there was no discomfort. He smiled for a long time and suddenly said to the purple monk, "The big monk is true, but I, Han Feng, only want to be a mortal, and I have never thought of going to cultivate any fairy... Ha ha..."

He turned around, his long coat fluttered, and turned his head away. Only the purple flower monk with a stunned face left, looking at Han Feng, who was a little chic... After a while, he read the Buddha's name and muttered, "Am I wrong?"