MTL - Plundering the Heavens-Chapter 7 Bell ring

Qingyun Zong Lingtian is 10,000 mu, and there are 10,000 children. If there are more people, it is easy to rush out of genius. Although Qing Yunzong’s method for the children of this group of children is only the simplest Qingyun forging article, and the other guidance and help on the practice is nothing, but in this million children, there are also one or two emerges every year. Based on his own understanding, he has cultivated the aura of the aura.

In the eyes of other Taoist children, such people are all amazing and arrogant.

"A few brothers, I am gone, sometimes come back to the door, drink a piece!"

Early in the morning, Fang Xing picked up his own things and made a bag on his back and resigned to the children.

In the morning breeze, Wang Zhi, small freckles, hanged ghosts, mouse sperm, Luo Luo ghost five small children walked in front of the wooden house to send.

Their faces were both admiration and envy, and they did not expect that this fierce and overbearing boy had cultivated aura in just three months and was about to step into the sky and become a foreign disciple.

Although I usually see the practice of Fangxing every day, they only think that it is a common problem of entering Qingyunzong. Everyone who entered Qingyunzong’s Taoist children will practice hard in the previous year or even two years. He hopes to step into the fairy road and step into the sky, but as time goes by, he will slowly give up, recognize his qualifications, and begin to feel comfortable as an ordinary person.

In normal times, the tone of the party is strict. Until yesterday, when he said that he was ready to ring the Qingxin Bell, others knew that he had already cultivated the aura.

"Fang Boda, you are not an ordinary person. I went to the outer door and went to the sky one step at a time. I hope to remember our brothers..."

Wang Zhicheng said slyly, the eyes seemed a little red, and the little freckles sobbed directly.

Fang Xing’s foot smashed the past and smiled and said: “Like a girl, crying, crying, Laozi is upgrading, and not going to die, you guys are keeping the secrets that I told you yesterday. Live, that is the secret of Laozi’s painstaking research. As long as you practice in the same class, you can certainly cultivate aura. When you enter the outer door, Laozi will cover you!”

"That method...it's really...somewhat strange...but we will remember!"

All the children were laughing and laughing, and the way the other party told them was somewhat disapproving.

Fang Xing smiled and said nothing, he has already told them the way, these people believe it or not, they will follow them.

"Okay, brother, I am leaving, don't send!"

The square line waved his hand and turned to follow the path of the intestines and walked deep into the green hills.

"Gonggong to the boss, I wish the boss's future is bright, and the blue clouds..."

The congratulations of the children of the small children came from behind, and they all seemed to have deep feelings, and they should not be separated from each other...

However, when the shadow of the square line was invisible, a group of Taoist children suddenly straightened up, and the thief eyebrows, rubbing the tears on his face, and sighing and sighing: "The sky has eyes, finally send this little devil head gone……"

"Right right, during this time, I can't sleep even sleep at night!"

"Life has finally returned to calm, thank God..."

Follow the path of the intestines and go out of the Lingtian, you will be able to enter the back door of the Qingyun Zongdao Gate. From here, you can also get a glimpse of the true appearance of the Qingyunzong. It is really a fairy cloud, and the peaks and peaks are hidden, and a piece of quaint and quiet Taoist temple is hidden in the valley. Between, I don’t know when a breeze blows, and when I open a mountain fog, I can find a monk-like cave house.

Lingtian only went to the foot of Qingshan Mountain. Under an ancient pine, there was a stone platform with a bluestone plate. Going up the stone platform, there was a blue bronze bell. It looked like a long time. The bronze bell has a grinding disc size, but there is no Hit the clock wood. Next to Shitai, there is also a monument. The camel is on a stone carving. The name on the tablet is: Qingxin Bell, and there are two poems in the dragon and phoenix dance:

The bell rings off the dust edge, and the steps are between the clouds.

"Is it here? More than a million children, if you have aura, you can ring this clock and promote your disciples..."

Fang Xing’s heart rang, and he walked up the steps, palms and stroked the surface of the bronze clock.

The clear dew did not disappear, the bronze bell was cold and bones, and it was very heavy, and the party pushed it a bit, but it did not move.

"Qing Xin Zhong, the next level of the spirit, where the wood custom copper knocks, the aura hits, the sound is ten miles..."

Concentrate on the clock and look at the yin and yang gods in my mind. The characteristics of this copper are all in the heart.

"Then let's get started, Xiao Jianming, the tenth thief of the Ghost Valley is coming..."

"Qing Yunzong, I am coming..."

"Xiandao, Laozi is here!"

The party made a long sigh of relief, and the body lifted it, and suddenly shot it on the clock.

"Hey..."

The heavy bell suddenly trembled, and the dull bells rang, spreading far and wide, and a group of prey in the mountains.

Fang Xing knocked three times and stopped. He waited for the door to pick up.

"The Qingxin bell rang, and did the Taoist child cultivate the aura?"

"Oh, I don't know if it's a good qualification, or another waste!"

Between the green hills, many people were stirred up for a dream, some people were concerned, some people laughed, and some people turned over and continued to sleep.

Only after ten days of lack of interest, there was a blue shadow flashing in front of the mountain gate, but it was a white man with a thin face and a thin body. He wore a blue robe and his head was covered with ebony scorpion. Hey, it seems that it is also easy to fly, but the face is unremarkable, like a dead person.

He came to the front, his eyes swept toward the side, as if there was a cold electric attack, Shen Sheng asked: "Is you ringing the Qingxin Bell? Who is the surname?"

"The brothers are courteous, the younger brothers and the singers, the third child in the C-zone, see the brothers!"

The party will naturally not take the big, respectful and respectful present at this time, which is unconventional.

However, at the time of the ceremony, he also carefully looked at the person, but saw that he was a smart and four-dimensional cultivation, and his strength was not weak.

"Well, you come with me!"

The young man nodded, pulled the arm of the square, and swept toward the mountain like lightning.

Fang Xing only felt the wind under his feet, the wind screamed in his ears, the skin that was blown by the wind was sore, his eyes could not open, and his heart suddenly stunned the dead face. Is this a manifestation in front of himself? Laozibai said hello to you... But when he spoke, he thought that he was stupid. Why didn’t he work with Reiki to resist? When I thought about it, my aura worked, and I felt so much better.

When I look at it, I see that I am flying towards a mountain. There are countless Qingyun Zongqifeng peaks. The seven peaks are the highest. They are standing between the green hills. They seem to be chaotic. In fact, they imply the number of days and settle the spirit. It is for Qingyun Zongqi. Big main peak.

At this time, the young Taoist is carrying one of them, which is one of them.

"High elders, people bring!"

The young Taoist priest went to an attic in the mountainside of Qifeng and bowed to the inside with respect.

"Let him come in!"

There was an old voice in the attic. When the young Taoist sang heard it, he pushed it on the back of the square and immediately fell in.

"Fuck, dare to push Laozi?"

Fang Xing wanted to swear, but before he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt that he was being stared by a severe gaze.

“How did you cultivate your aura?”

The old voice sounded again, and the voice was dull and solemn. It seemed that there was a sound wave hitting the brain of the square.

The square looked around, but it was an old priest with a face like orange peel. The gray hair was draped on both sides, and the morning light sprinkled from the edge of the window. The half of his face was bright and the other half was hidden in the darkness. But a pair of eyes, but the same bright, sharp eyes fell on the side of the line, it seems that any secret can be pierced, people are chilling, do not dare to have a half-point lie.

"Well? I can't see his repairs..."

Fang Xing dared to look at the old man, but did not expect that the yin and yang gods had not seen his cultivation.

After the yin and yang gods have entered their own bodies, every time they treasure a treasure or see a person's cultivation, they need to consume a little aura of the square. The higher the aura of the identification, the more the aura that consumes itself.

At this time, I can't see the repair of this old road. It can only show that the aura of the square is not enough to destroy the yin and yang gods to see his cultivation.

"Disciple... disciple... ate the grass..."

Fang Xing’s rapid turn in his mind decided to tell the truth as a good thing, and he replied with a sincere and fearful look.

"Hey, it’s a tricky one. You can find out the magical use of the grass, and it’s also your creation. You will be promoted to a disciple of Qingyunzong. This order is for you, but you are The token of the Qingyunzong disciple, later ordered to go to the Qingmu Temple. Someone will arrange a place for you to practice, give you the Qingyunzong robes and practice the law..."

The old man seemed to be somewhat disappointed. After asking the name of the party, he took a drop of blood, blended it into a small black wooden sign, and threw it to him. He sent him out.

"Is this finished?"

Standing in the attic, the party was a little dazed, but I didn't expect it to be that simple.

“Don't you find that you have discovered a lot of magical use?”

Some of the squares did not understand, turned over the wooden sign to see it, but saw the word "Ding" inscribed above.

In any case, the T-word is definitely not a good grade. Even Lingtian, the T-zone is the worst.

The party did not know, the magical use of the grass, although the ordinary Taoist children do not know, but the elders in these gates subdue the Tao, intensive pharmacology, and do not know what to reason? However, the Daomen practice is highly qualified. Qingyunzong is a more typical qualification for the king. Therefore, although they have the means to make a person who can't practice to cultivate the aura, they will not do it.

After all, such a person is too poorly qualified, even if he barely embarks on the road of practice, there is no future.

However, the Daomen also pays attention to the law and understanding. Therefore, although the general qualifications are very poor, the Qingyun Zong will give him the identity of a foreign disciple. As for what will happen in the future, Look at the personal creation.