Legend of the Great Saint

The female teacher rubbed her eyes and wondered if she was dreaming?

But the most beautiful child in front of him, but with no expression on his face, is clearly three layers of refining gas.

Other instruction was also shocked to look over, seeing Xiao 'an, like seeing a monster, full of wonder.

According to the rules of the Hundred Sutras Hospital, if Meng children do not feel the air for more than three months, they will be expelled. Even if they do, they will stay for three months. They will learn some basic things and will not be allowed to contact the outside world.

Xiao 'an didn't want to reveal too many peculiarities, but when she thought of not seeing him in March, she felt a burning sensation in her heart, which was more intolerable than burning in flames, thinking.

This was the only way to complete the Innate Condensation Decision and push it to three levels of refining, which was not difficult for her.

The female instructor screamed, “It's impossible, she must have hidden the cultivation beforehand. ”

In the history of the Hundred Sutras, within three months, a genius existed to complete the "Innate Condensation Decision", but how long did she use it for, like, an hour?

A few nods of instruction, which is the most logical explanation, three months later, the child who has been repaired to the highest level will receive a valuable reward. It's not surprising that she has that expensive sound wrench and a breath concealing apparatus. The person behind her tried to trick the reward with this method, but she didn't expect the child's mind to be so simple.

The female teacher shouted, "How can she hide my eyes if she kicks the kid? Such a little liar should be severely punished and expelled from the hundred houses immediately. ”

The vast palace made a noise, and the children who were already moving were very impatient to sit and fight. There was a lively look, and they all opened their curious eyes and talked to each other, and even slowly came up.

Only the little silence was as quiet as it had been at first, but the rare appearance of scorching between the eyebrows said, "I'm leaving.” Step outside the palace.

“No escape!” The female teacher stretched out her hand in a colorful way and took the wind with her, telling her to take a hard bitter head.

Xiao An looked back and held his fist.

“Stop it!” A fat old man stepped over and grabbed the woman's teaching hand.

”'Professor, she...

“Needless to say, I heard everything. ”

In hundreds of scriptures, teaching is held by disciples who cannot afford to pay tuition fees and want to stay in hundreds of scriptures, cultivation is not often higher than that of each disciple, like this female teaching, just crossing the level 6 of refining gas.

Professors, on the other hand, are equivalent to higher education, and higher education, and this fat old man is the ninth floor of gas refining, which governs all the teaching on the island and educates these new Mongolian children.

The fat old man looked kind and saw how hard she had put on a lovely little girl, and she didn't think so in her heart, "The matter still needs to be dealt with by the owners!” Then he said to Xiao 'an and Yan Yue: “Girl, can I have your hand? ”

Xiao An nodded, loosened his fist and raised his hand.

The fat old man twisted her slender wrist with three fingers and injected a real breath into it. His face was first confused and then shocked, “This is...”

"Just a little liar," said the female teacher. ”

Fat old man drinks: "Shut up! ”

The female instructor was frightened and shocked, and few other instructors had seen this remarkable, surprising, and did not know what he had found.

The fat old man, regardless of their doubts, unloads the jade medal from the waist and injects true qi.

Changqing Liu was arguing with who belonged to Chutian, and the jade card flashed between his waist. He picked it up and gently, in which the fat old man heard a bit of dryness: “Master, has a child reached the third floor of gas refining? ”

Changqing Liu frowned: “You're kidding. ”

“No.”

“Looks like it's hidden!” Changqing Liu turned his heart to arrive at this most reasonable result, but it is also rare to be able to cultivate three layers of gas at such a young age. Although his heart is poor, it is unfortunate that he is the one to blame.

The fat old man was about to bring the child, but he listened to the fat old man: "Not at all. ”

Which of you is not a bright and deaf generation sitting here stopped arguing and cast your gaze on Changqing Liu.

Changqing Liu said impatiently: “What the hell is going on? ”

“Homeowner, I think it's... Tianjin Genius!” The fat old man swallowed a mouthful of spit and didn't seem to believe it.

Changqing Liu stunned, trying to cover the jade, but it was too late. The eyes of the householders, like wolves, glowed.

Changqing Liu had to keep asking, “Are you sure? ”

All the heads of households raised their ears, excited expectations, some suspicion, Tianjin Genius, everyone has heard of it, but no one has seen it, its rarity is greater than that of the body of the pure yang, the body of the five rows, there has been too much.

“The eight veins of the Qi Dynasty, the twelve serious, the hundreds of points, none of them make sense.” The fat old man said sixteen words, the most complete summary of the genius of the heavenly veins.

Dirt Daoist immediately seized control of the water moon disc, the image turned, revealed a small island, then the island rapidly grew larger, the surface swept through the golden yellow roof, landed on the fat old man, his expression was serious and solemn, the image immediately turned to the little security beside him, lost voice: “Turns out it was her. ”

So there was no more doubt that the water moon plate had just photographed her, when she really didn't smell any gas. There is no hidden apparatus to hide the breath from the eyes of their group of founding brothers, and even with such apparatus, it is not manipulatable by a three-storey child who refines gas.

He's a genius!

Everyone's expression has changed. Tianjin Qi talent, natural sutra pulse open, true air running, unimpeded, repaired to the 10th floor of gas refining, easy to palm. Or its constitution is like a ten layer gas refiner who has lost his true temper, just inject it again.

The vast majority of the world's monks are trapped in the realm of gas refiners for life. Even the body of pure yang and the body of five rows takes a lot of thought to break through a bottleneck and walk up one step at a time. But Tianjinqi does not exist, and the problem he faced from the beginning was how to cross the foundational boundary.

If the body of Junyang is more suitable for the three Confucian families, the body of the five rows adapts widely, but at least the Yin and Yang families do not have a cold. But Tianjin Qi, there will not be any doorman or doorman not interested. And the owner, who has no quarrel with the world, has to put up his sleeves and prepare to compete. If he can compete, he is at least a foundational monk.

Finally, I understand why Qiu Haitang can make such a promise, she deserves any kind of doorman, a home, with all the resources to support it.

Liu Changqing said: "Bring her to Ming Island immediately to test the Yin and Yang five lines! ”

“Yes!”

“Also, what was the name of the woman, she is not suitable to continue teaching Mongolian children, let her think back to the island wall! ”

This time, even Wang Park Shin is very much in agreement. What kind of pickled woman can you wronge?

Suddenly, I turned my mind to accuse Changqing Liu of being cunning, deliberately said so loud, clearly intended to sell the child's good, no, I have to let Xiaohua talk to Li Qingshan about this, can you promote the Red Wolf, depending on this performance.

“My lord, my lord!” The scream of the woman's teaching came out of the jade card, looking from the water moon plate. After hearing the words of Changqing Liu, her face was instantly pale.

It's just that Xiao An still has no expression on his face. He disappoints Changqing Liu. Suddenly he looks up at Wang Park Shin, and his eyes are silent and confrontational. The owners look at other people, and his eyes are all bad.

When, three crisp sounds.

In the corner of the room, an old man, full of earth, knocked three times on the floor with a pot of cigarettes and flushed out the ashes.

The old man's groove crossed the old face, as if he had been smoked, scorched yellow, dressed in a white coat, half squatted, half sat on the seat, like an old farmer for life, appeared extremely uncoordinated, suddenly glanced at, in which the glittering spirit and wisdom revealed his true identity, the farmer.

He is the oldest here, no one knows exactly how old he is. Everyone respects him by three points, even the Dirt Daoist, whose original name was long gone. He only knows his original name, Huang, self-styled "Huang Tuong”.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we all set our minds to the divine, a genius of the heavens and veins. Look at you. You have lost the ritual of the Lord of the Family.” Huang Tuong said, adding tobacco leaves, the fire was bright and dark, and the scent was spreading.

Whether he saw Yu Zijian or Chutian, he did not make a single argument. The world is full of changes. He seems to have become accustomed to faint.

“Have you seen it all the time?” Changqing Liu respectfully said.

“More than two hundred years ago, I saw one. ”

“Now what? ”

All the owners raised their ears, even the coldest Han 'an army, couldn't help but listen, the original Tianjin genius, 200 years later, what was the next step? It's definitely more than just building a foundation, but if it was taller, it wouldn't be a silent anonymous generation, but it doesn't seem to have heard of this number.

Huang Tuong threw up a smoke cloud: “Now, I'm sitting here, he's been in the ground for a hundred years.” He says nothing more, and an anonymous deceased is not worth detailing, no matter what genius he was.

But the owners all felt suddenly that good talent did not mean that they could go far. In particular, Wang Park was much more emotional. At first, the gas refiner his age was better than his talent, and he couldn't count his ten hands, but eventually he reached this point.

Neither exclaimed Ginger nor the old spicy, old and strong.

The water moon plate is still locked on Xiao 'an, and they will still fight for it, but the mind is settled.

Finally, after testing the last gas refiner, several instructors beat up a debt and prepared to take the gas refiners to dinner.

Suddenly, a shuttle broke into thin air. The fat old man brought down Xiao 'an with him. She followed the woman with a shady face in the back to teach. She was very unhappy and dissatisfied. She looked at Xiao 'an sharply as a knife. She had to cut a piece of meat, but the child did not see her from beginning to end.

Suddenly she felt a sharp glance sweep through her face, and she looked up at herself with only a cold teenager frowning, and she had no idea how cold she felt.

PS: My birthday is usually a lunar calendar, not October 2nd, August 22nd, well, the day before yesterday, and the problem is, my mom only remembered it today, and then I was reminded of it. What was I eating at noon that day, half a bowl of salty VIP noodles, and this is not the first time. Lift the table, it must have been there, right? Must have found it, right? Remember when you picked it up, tears! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)