Long Live Summons!

The old man jumped and jumped onto a small step.

Stay high.

Explain this mysterious‘ throne 'to Yueyang as if to point to the mountains and rivers.

“Are you sure nobody taught you? I don't know such a simple thing, it's pathetic, no one teaches an unattended child, it's almost like weed in a wasteland... I can't go on like this, I don't even know this, but it's a joke to go up there!” The old man shook his head and sighed. Yueyang's anger was like a volcano. He kept accumulating. Nima, nobody taught anyone who caused it. You old people, one by one, hiding from people, causing younger generations to close off, hang up, slightly risking your head to run into danger, up and down the sky tower, big and small, one by one, like wild children without parents, anyone can bully, anyone can kill the door kick, which responsibility is this? It was your unconscious predecessors!

If all the old men in the Tower of Heaven were here, the Jailor wouldn't have died.

Her Majesty Queen Favenley did not have to be locked up either.

It's just me.

You don't have to force yourself to know nothing about this throne, you can only make jokes here.

The more Yueyang wants to get angry, the more he really wants to flip his face, punch this shithead nine days away, and then fight with the Emperor, you die, I live!

“Nobody tells you it's normal that you don't know. Because, if you don't meet the requirements, the average person won't tell you, it's all astronomical, it's all secret stuff. And your boy is a little special, very fast and unreasonable. If we don't pay attention, you come up, maybe your master won't have time to tell you.” The old man didn't look too good. The little guy got angry and quickly persuaded him.

“Secret of the Secret?” Yueyang's anger dissipated a little.

“If it's too simple, then you don't need my old man to guide you. Your master taught you to be...” The old man was proud to wear a white beard.

“Hey, I don't have a master, how about self-learning material!” Yueyang was not without a teacher, but he knew that the old man was not talking about the teachers who taught themselves to Shuidong Liu and Fei Wenli, but about some ‘old man' who was hiding behind them.

“Impossible!” The old man shook his head, and he would never believe that there were self-taught people in the world.

“You don't believe in pulling down.” Yueyang's head flashed. Was it the old man who said that he was the old Taoist who kicked his ass? No, if the old Taoist guards himself behind his back, why should there be a sword spirit sister? Besides, this old man came out of the Tower of Heaven. The old Taoist should be of Oriental Immortals. There is no connection!

Yueyang's surface is silent, but his mind is suddenly turning like electricity.

He reckons that the old man was talking about a master, someone as strong as the heavenly tower that was as deep as he was, a figure of his time.

Otherwise, he would not be so sure that he had a master's instruction, nor would he be surprised that he did not know the secrets of the 'throne’.

The old man began to believe half the time, but looking at Yueyang's surface was not like a joke, and denied the master, disrespect for the master, I felt that this kid could not be so naughty anymore, I couldn't help but look silly: “You really don't have a master? Are you really self-trained? How is that possible? ”

Yue Yang whistled his head: “Please don't be too surprised, you know, you are talking to an endless genius for 10,000 years now! ”

After staying for half an hour, the old man suddenly jumped off excitedly and grabbed Yueyang's arm: “Kid, I look after you, why don't I be your master! As long as my husband teaches you a few hands and keeps you safe for life. Although the husband doesn't pay much attention to rituals, there are also worshippers who kneel on three knees. Kid, you should sincerely enter my door. Besides the temple and other celestial machines, the old man will teach you the best fishing skills, and make sure that you can also become a master of the middle school! ”

He didn't say anything about fishing, but Yueyang caught fire.

Fishing for your sister!

It's not the fish that I want to catch, it's the chicks. If you want to teach Ben how to fish, then the master will call me. What kind of shitty fishing is that? Who rare in Nima?

“I'm sorry, I only teach beauty! Seniors are handsome and handsome, but they're not beautiful, so I'm sorry.” Yueyang refused without hesitation. Even if Master didn't have it, there is a sword spirits sister to cover it. It is really not possible to find the old Taoist who kicked his own foot. I think the old Taoist is even more awesome. Even if he is a worshipper, there is no reason to find a second!

“Wouldn't you say goodbye to my handsome husband? Too bad!” The old man was very upset. He rarely wanted to be an apprentice. He didn't even know how to refuse. Fortunately, he still had eyes and knew he was handsome...

“Predecessor De is highly respected and understands the matter and should support my ideals, right?” Yueyang classmates' festival and all that crap fell on the floor.

“Of course, of course!” The old man laughed.

“Bogutong, today's versatile predecessor, must know the secrets of such a mortal as the Throne.” One of the three teenage moments hypnotizes one's nautical fat body.

“The Throne is a non-leakable planet for ordinary people, but not too simple for my husband!” The old man now seems to be a few taels lighter.

“If we wait for the younger generation to hear the teachings of the seniors, even if the personal ideals cannot be called to compliment the master, I believe that deep down, there is no way not to double respect for the high style of the seniors.” One of the three lesser sighs seemed secretly to regret why he had made such a vow to worship only beauties.

“Ideally, children are a little unreliable. Ideally, I understand. After all, you're young.” The old man suddenly felt soft.

“Seniors are so great...” A certain three little touched thumbs out.

“Ha ha!” The old man laughed proudly.

“Apart from admiration, I can no longer find a second word to describe my mood at this moment.” No one loses his life when a certain three small asses are slapped, let alone an old man with a second nature, is a wise man, and I'm afraid he can't hold these candy shells.

“Ok, ok, the more your boy looks at it, the happier my husband is today, let me tell you about the secret legend of the throne!” The old man couldn't find the north for fun.

Yueyang listened, it was a secret rumor, hurry and listen.

Ass to ass.

But the real talent of the old man still has some, if not such a dick personality, I'm afraid the temple at the top of the bright mountain supreme heavenly imperial cannot be fixed. Yueyang now wonders, why did the Emperor practice his kung fu? I'm afraid that's what got this old guy excited! Every day there's a powerful opponent, wandering around under his eyelids, even if he's a dick, it's scary!

The old man cleared his voice and wore his beard again.

Old Qi walked two laps in front of Yueyang in the autumn, making sure the kid was 100% focused before he started talking: “The throne, is the throne! ”

“The throne?” Yueyang is confused. Why does he look familiar?

“It's not nice to call a goddess. It's usually called a goddess.” The old man drew a parable by hand: "The throne, in fact, is defined by the hierarchy of a god. In other words, with the throne, it's the real ‘god’. No, I'm sorry, that's not recognized. ”

“I have no idea.” Yueyang is even more confused.

“Poor little guy, dare you not even know what's up there!” The old man took pity on Yueyang classmate for three seconds with a very unbeatable tone. This move almost killed none of the men crossing the road on the tofu. Your sister, who knows the East East above the gods, I came out of the countryside of Tongtian Tower, okay?

“Isn't it true that the gods are hypocrites?” Yueyang found that all historical scriptures are written like this, there is no throne.

“A pseudo god is a god?” The old man once listened to the joy: “True God is not a god, it is only qualified to become the throne, to become the god, which is called the true God by the outside world, it is a fallacy of the lower realm! To be precise, only a god with his own uniqueness will be recognized above. There's no such thing as admitting it. There's no record of it. Like you, people know where you're from, wild boy! Nobody admits it, there's no master, so you're being bullied here, nobody cares..."

“No wonder monsters with backgrounds in their travels to the West end up being taken!” Yueyang suddenly realized.

Nima!

The truth makes the cow full of wood!

No background, no mountain leaner is a word, damn it!

As soon as Yueyang thought he couldn't, he couldn't go on like this. He had to change quickly. He asked, "So how can you have the throne? ”

He began to wonder whether it was paying protection fees, giving some treasure or getting a name, registering an ID card or joining an association or something. The old man was disappointed when he opened his mouth.

The old man shook his head and waved his hand: “The throne, not what you want to own, must meet three conditions. One, you've got to have enough fixes, without this, nobody's gonna make it. Second, you have to have a master who can make the throne for you. You can't fix it yourself. Even if you have the ability to learn how to make materials for yourself, you can't make the throne without 180,000 years, even the lowest order of the throne. Third, the simplest point, but also the hardest part, is that you have to make a very important decision, that is, with all your current divine powers, talents, laws, etc., to achieve a throne, that is, after you achieve your own throne, you are defined, what rank you are, what position you are in, it is almost fixed, it is not likely to change much... don't you understand? In other words, your practice is almost over, and this throne is the end. ”

“Can't you practice after you've achieved the throne?” Yueyang was shocked.

“Yes, but the theory is that many good movers can continue to practice, but only very slowly, especially if their potential is exhausted and they don't have a lot of faith to convert, so it's estimated that practicing for thousands of years won't go up much.” The old man said yes.

“If I can't fix it upwards in the future, then why do I have to make this throne, or, when it's finished later, it's not too late to make it?” Yueyang could no longer practice upwards at first sight, so she was a little conflicted.

“The throne isn't exactly what you want. Do you think it's cabbage?” The old man can't have fun, he can't believe Yueyang doesn't want it now.

“If I can do it now, why not after?” Yueyang is even more confusing.

“Now, because you have just practiced, like a blank sheet of paper, it will be easier for your master to help you achieve a throne. Later, you will be fixed in all aspects, good and bad together, it may not be possible to achieve, even if you can, it may not be comparable to now. Also, after you reach the divine order, the power will appear, and may inadvertently, cause a change in some places. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? It is difficult to judge for a moment. If you do it wrong, the will and laws of the ancient great gods will punish you, so it is even harder to achieve the throne.” The old man's words, Yueyang now finally understood that this throne is the definition of a divine order.

A cultivation endpoint achievement, a divine authentication and a way of demonstrating power.

Without it.

Well, those old guys above heaven don't admit it.

And this throne is very difficult to tease, it is not a big cabbage thing, nobody on it can at all... Yueyang classmates cry bitterness, nobody behind their backs, God knows where the old Taoist went, luckily there is also a sword spirit sister, otherwise you will be miserable.

“What kind of throne can I now achieve?” Yueyang asked with a little probation, if the lowest order of the throne can not be accomplished, then forget it, practice yourself for thousands of years!

“I don't know, it depends on all the aspects you have, such as the treasure book, divine power, divinity, gift, and law. The more things rub together, the better you are, the higher the position you define, the more glorious the throne of achievement. By the way, the more you have done throughout the training and upgrading process, the more you will repay. Whatever is good or bad, you will have to repay it. The rest will make your throne a reality.” The old man kept talking about it.

“To pay for good deeds?” Yueyang was surprised.

“Of course, you've done a good deed, that is, you've changed the fate of others, so you're responsible for everything, unless you can control the fate of the other person, or combine their fate with yours, and let them live in your world, or else you'll do whatever it takes, and nobody will clean up the mess for you! It doesn't matter if you're a normal person, but you're a god. You can't lay off your skin! Besides, it's not bad, they become your subordinates. For worship of faith, they can also give you some power of faith in return, increase the splendor of your throne. Most of the future promotion depends on them, so it's not enough without this!” The old man's explanation left Yueyang's classmates speechless.

Fortunately, I'm not a meddling person, otherwise I have a headache.

No wonder these old people are invisible and do nothing but stand idly by, not that they don't take care of the future, and are afraid of getting into trouble and becoming full-time babysitters.

Yueyang thought about it, but go back and ask Sister Jianling!

Besides, it is premature to think about this. When you are fully enlightened, you will not believe in achieving a glorious throne!

Again, Yue Yang secretly suspected that the kinds of things that Jianling Mistress did to herself might be the prelude to achieving the 'throne', otherwise, she would not interfere with her practice several times, and in the most critical times, she secretly assisted her... so Yue Yang's heart is open. Hey, the heavens and the earth, you don't have to worry about anything else, just practice according to her schedule.

Everything's with her!

As for the throne or something, that must be enough!

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Second, I'm late, sorry.

The code word is in the air, not paying attention to the passage of time, early tomorrow.

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