Legend of the Great Saint

Time is running out, spring is coming to summer.

Another month round night, beneath Yangliu, by the pond, Li Qingshan sat on his knees, staring at a round of moon in the pool.

Luo Xiaoming pillow lay on his arm not far away a round stone, the stone is not large, his body also became smaller and younger, looking up at the stars, the blue color on his little face faded, as if it was the innocence of the first mind, also like the Minda of the dying man.

Li Qingshan thought he was practicing some kind of kung fu, similar to Phoenix. Because if it's true that you go back to being a child until you become a tadpole, why do you care so much about your own little life?

Since Luo Xiaoming came out of Shu Luo Yard, he couldn't help but follow him. It was easy to see that Yan Shadow finally no longer needed his protection, but he had such a small tail, so he had to continue the work of this big bodyguard.

Close your eyes and let the pond shine brightly.

Half a month ago, the wisdom accumulated in the Great Dementor was sufficient, only for this full moon night.

Pure spiritual power swept through his body, giving full impetus to the Monkey Devil for the Moon. His heart was filled with joy and his face was filled with smiles. Monkey Demon made him feel happy at all times. Almost couldn't help but dance with his hands and feet, and a few painfully happy whistles. But he held on to this impulse and continued his practice.

As the practice went deeper and there were no other checks and balances, his appearance became more like that of an ape, and he always looked a little funny.

Luo Xiaoming turned his head and his eyes were filled with ridicule, but his mouth was full of laughter, and his mood was unprecedented.

He is also speculating that Li Qingshan practiced kung fu, even though he practiced it almost completely, but his eyes are still on it. Li Qingshan's changes are not just physical appearance, but are producing qualitative changes every day.

It's not surprising to him that the monkey demon emits a breath that, although it's just a little budding, he clearly feels that it's not just an ordinary monkey, but some kind of demonic Fae, even one of the four monkeys in the legend. Once fully grown, the blood veins are never below themselves.

If that's all, maybe Li Qingshan was born with a little blood inheritance, which is constantly excited by practice, but he has seen with his own eyes that there have been several scents on Li Qingshan, each scent symbolizes a blood vein, each blood is almost supreme, only the perfect harmony.

It could never have been born, it could have been the effect of some kind of exercise, but he searched all his memories and couldn't think of anything that would have worked that way.

In other words, in this six-round, 3,000 world, there can never be such a thing!

That leaves only one possibility...

He looked back at the stars and his eyes became endlessly distant, seemingly crossing the galaxy to reach a further distance.

There is a clear understanding in my heart that this encounter may be fate!

“Ha ha, it's done! ”

A laugh suddenly broke the silence, Li Qingshan ape eyes were round and full of joy.

Without the effect of other changes, the practice of monkey demon transformation is unusually smooth, hardly encountered any obstruction, and learned the first monkey demon.

Li Qingshan lifted his right arm, curled his fingers, and then cast his gaze towards the moon in the pool. He also extended his arm to the moon in the pool to fish away, and put a round of the moon in his hand.

Tomorrow the moon is empty, and the moon in hand is still only a delusion, but it is finally one step further.

One day, it will take nine days to reach the moon!

“Congratulations.” Luo Xiaoming opened his mouth.

Li Qingshan stunned for a moment, and the fresh water drifted from one finger to the other. Wow, it fell into the pool.

In the past few months, the two of them have been opposite each other in the morning and evening, but there has been very little communication. It is not because of the death on the mountain that mustard has been produced. Since the bitter Lord is not concerned, he will not forget.

It's just that Luo Xiaoming is getting depressed and speaking less and less. He doesn't answer a single sentence. Li Qingshan won't rush to the knot. It's the sun coming out to the west.

“Thanks. ”

A moment of silence, Li Qingshan said: “I have a long story to ask you? ”

“Ask! ”

“Can a man live without heart? ”

“I'm not human. ”

“What's the difference between that man and God? ”

“There is no difference. ”

“I get it, you fuck! Come on, let's go back and have a drink and celebrate! ”

Li Qingshan crossed the pond step by step, lifted Luo Xiaoming up and walked towards the glorious mansion of the light.

……

The winds whizzed, the clouds were heavy, and the rain suddenly broke out.

The next small town at the foot of the mountain was covered in wind and rain, and the summer solstice had passed, and the mountaintop was still snowy, and the mountain peak was visible. It was the gateway of the snowy mountain faction, one of the seven main gates of the world.

The wind and rain were as bad as it had just arrived in Shen, the liquor building had darkened down. Half of the guests had nothing to do with it. The master cabinet counted behind the counter. The little fellow fell asleep on Fang Zhuang.

The rain had just fallen, and a few people walked in, all dressed in white like snow and wearing swords, appearing positively. The head is a woman with a gown over her head and a white veil over her face.

The master cabinet looked up clearly and walked out the back of the counter to salute: “Here you are, young lady! ”

“Uncle Hong, you're still the same, we came here to shelter from the rain.” Xue Bingzheng gave his salute.

The little fella woke up and wiped the table and pulled the chair, "Here you go, miss!” I couldn't help but look up, even though I could not see clearly through the veil, but paired with those autumnal eyes, my face immediately turned red.

Xue Bing ignored, and several swordsmen behind her were accustomed to it. Who made her “the ten most beautiful beauties in the world” inevitably had toad delusions.

The master cabinet serves a few delicate desserts in person: “Suddenly you're here, miss, and you can't get ready in time. I can't compare you to the mountains here, you can try it. ”

“You're welcome. When I was a kid, I didn't come here much to eat. ”

Xue Bing had no appetite, but, out of courtesy, picked up a laurel cake.

The master cabinet immediately smiled and blossomed: "Yes, you were just so young that you became ‘the ten most beautiful beauties in the world'. ”

Xue Bing sent the bouquet of laurels to her mouth, she never liked the title, and now she is the least willing to hear the words.

The so-called Ten Beauties only removed a Purdue Temple from the four great houses and the Seven Gates. Each one of the households chose an outstanding woman, first of all from a theory or origin, and finally from martial arts.

Today, there are only nine beauties left in the top ten beauties. The horses of the First World of the North can no longer leave the beauty, while the Snow Mountain Pie happens to be the first Gate of the North.

After the world would wipe out Ma's family, there were only snowy mountain factions left to sweep across the northern realm. The traditional sphere of influence was compressed to less than a hundred miles. She took a tour back and found that the situation was not optimistic.

The world hasn't called yet. The "Legend of the White Monkey King", which contains swordless swords, has been circulated first. I believe it is in this city. Because the Snow Mountain faction on the mountain was in charge, her biological father collected a whole set, and she read it carefully, marveling at the swordsmanship, and even more marvellous was the willingness of some to show and even propagate such excellence.

Though initially thought it was someone else's martial arts that didn't hurt, his father asserted that the most delicate part of it was never from the White Monkey King's pen, because even he couldn't comprehend it, but just felt big and sophisticated.

More pessimistically, if this continues without the world attacking, the legacy of the Snow Mountains will be cut off.

Now that there is an easy way to learn the sword of the world, who is willing to worship master art and send people under the fence. Snow Mountain Party's supreme study of the Snow Sword Law has always been learned by only a few people.

This demon star came into being with far greater evil than the last time. The martial order of ancient times and times has been violated unprecedented. Even though it is the Snow Mountain Gatekeeper who has passed down for centuries, it is difficult to be alone, not to mention the top ten beauties.

She was caught in contemplation, and Hung's boss panicked: "Miss, isn't the snack right for the taste? ”

“Old Hung, what are you talking about here? Go back to your account!” A reckless young man waved impatiently, yet another warm face to Xue Bingdao: “Don't worry, Sister, with me, nobody will hurt you at all. ”

“Son of a bitch, you've only learned martial arts for a few years and you dare to say such a big story. Besides, who wouldn't want to hurt a nice, handsome lady? ”

Hung is unhappy. Although he only knows a little bit about kung fu, he is definitely not the rival of this young man. But the town is with the Snow Mountain faction, and for centuries there have been many people practicing martial arts in the mountains, with various kinds of relatives. Even the big lady of the Snow Mountain Pie is the one he grew up with. Naturally, he is not so unscrupulous about the martial arts.

This is also the difference between the doomsday and the world. The doomsday is to receive a wide range of disciples. It is not a family with a single family name, and the fame is more important. And it won't keep spreading leaves like the rest of the world. It won't allow too many people to live in the mountains. It won't require that much resources. There are disciples in the food and clothing business, so long as they guarantee a certain sphere of influence.

“Who else, Li Qingshan of course! ”

The arrogant young man apparently could not see Xue Bing's eyebrows raised when he heard the name.

“Li Qingshan is not a demon, he is a warrior! ”

The little fellow who waited carefully beside him suddenly opened his mouth and surprised everyone.

“You're losing your mind, there's no reason for you to talk here, don't go back to work!” Hong Zhongcao drinks.

“Well, there's a traitor here! I'll teach you a lesson and you'll know if Li Qingshan is the King or the Devil!” The arrogant young man raised his sleeves.

“You are the one who killed me. Li Qingshan is also the King of Warriors, the great savior of our people! ”

Dude's blushing, screaming at his neck.

“Well, don't say anything. When the rain stops, we'll be back in the mountains! ”

Xue Bing's voice went down, and the liquor store was suddenly lit by lightning, casting a person on the ground.

Boom!

Thunder sounded like it was blowing over your head, shaking your dishes, and everyone's ears were buzzing.

A tall shadow pinched wind with rain broke in.