Old Man's Begging Stick

"The damage has already been done, and what you do will only hurt yourself. Zhengtian, listen to your mother's advice, he is a stranger to us, don't keep your heart hurt because of this kind of person." Mother Xing stretched out her hand and stroked it lovingly Touching Xing Zhengtian's forehead, "Let's go back, we'll go back when we get the baby. Leave him alone, okay?"

Wen Bao knelt humbly, Xing Zhengtian looked at Wen Bao from high above, after a while Xing Zhengtian sneered: "That's right, I'm fussing with a bastard, he has nothing. Look at the way he kneels, like a dog."

Wen Bao lowered his eyes, and his eyes didn't even waver.He heard the sound of Xing Zhengtian and the others leaving, and after the two left, Wen Bao went into the mine without raising his head.

Wen Bao already knew what was most important to him, while Xing Zhengtian was still clamoring like a child, wanting to be affirmed by others.Wen Bao won't care about people who haven't grown up like this. He has already learned how to bend and stretch, and he must take good care of people who can make him care.

Wen Heng felt that he was flying up and down, and his consciousness penetrated the Qinghong Ship.He saw Wushang 梼杌, and a monk in an ink-and-wash robe standing outside the Qinghong Ship, whispering something.Wen Heng listened carefully, he was talking about Ling Mine, his body flew forward uncontrollably, and he couldn't listen to Wushang's words properly.

Flying forward, Wen Heng saw the continuous mountains, Wen Bao and Xing Zhengtian were confronting each other.Wen Heng looked down, and when he saw Wen Bao kneeling in front of Xing Zhengtian in order to go digging, he shouted anxiously: "Don't kneel! Don't kneel!" But only the sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest could be heard. .Wen Bao couldn't hear anything.

Wen Heng saw Xing Zhengtian's mother and son leaving, and Wen Bao went into the mine tunnel.In the mine tunnel, monks from the Zhang family and Lingxi Hehan were digging hard. They put the dug up spirit stones into the storage bags in a very tacit understanding. Although they didn't say a word, they were all racing against time.

Wen Heng's consciousness was dragged forward again, he saw Tan Tianxiao and Ge Huaijin on the flying boat of the Buddhist sect, looking at the outside world full of melancholy, Tan Tianxiao's expression did not look so relaxed and comfortable , as if he was also making some painful decision.

His consciousness fluttered towards the mountains farther away, and a word suddenly flashed out of Wen Heng's mind inappropriately.He is like this, has his soul returned to the west? The more he looks, the more he looks like he has burped!

Wen Heng struggled in vain, he didn't want to die yet, he thought he could still save him!It was agreed to start a sect and establish a faction so that everyone can live a good life. What kind of death is this? Wen Heng can't accept this kind of death.

Even though Wen Heng didn't want to, he still flew forward leisurely.His body was getting lighter, if he had a body.He flew over the clouds, and above the clouds, he saw a black palace.The palace is obviously so big, but it can't be seen at all from below.

Wen Heng fluttered down in front of the black palace. There were two black gates in the palace. After Wen Heng stepped on the black stone slabs, the gates opened slowly.

"Who's coming?" An old voice came from the palace, and Wen Heng subconsciously replied, "I'm next Wen Heng." Eh, he can speak now.

"What do you want?" the old voice continued.Wen Heng's black line: "That... I didn't ask for anything, you dragged me here."

The old voice said to himself: "It's good to have no desires and no demands." Wen Heng didn't want to talk, he didn't say anything, as long as you are happy.

The old voice continued: "It is your good fortune that you can come here and be chosen by God." Wen Heng waited quietly for the next sentence with his ears upright, but the voice stopped talking. After a long while, the voice said embarrassingly: " Give me a reaction, it's hard for me to say anything like this."

Wen Heng falsely cupped his fists: "God loves you so much, Wen is so grateful. It's just...what can I do with you?" Don't make trouble, he's out of his body, he has to go back quickly, if he goes back late, Wushang finds that he dies If he cremated himself, he would be completely finished, okay?

Wen Heng doesn't want to talk nonsense with this person at all, even if there are dozens of spiritual mines in front of him at this time, he will still be indifferent

"Cough...you are amazing. My name is Tongtian." The voice said, and Wen Heng instantly understood: "Oh, are you the remnant soul left by some great power?" Just like the sword spirit asking the heart in the ruins of Canglan Same, send some news, and then disappear, Wen Heng thinks Tongtian is like this.This is generally the case.

"Hehe..." Tongtian laughed a few times, "I have stayed in the ruins for tens of thousands of years, and you are the first person who can make so many people work together to save people." , It's fine not to stab each other.

Wen Heng smiled: "Ah, thank you." He did not expect so many people to care about his life.It was so touching.

Tong Tian said: "You are carrying the giant tree of the tripod sky, and you are a person with great luck... It's just not good, Daomu is about to die." Wen Heng blinked: "If you don't let me go back, I will almost die from cold."

"Cough..." Tongtian coughed hypocritically, "I have a treasure here. After you get it, you can understand everything in the world, and if you comprehend it, you can ascend to the upper world. However, to get this treasure, you need to use your most important person Come to exchange. I see that you are so popular, these people are your best friends, so, you can order one at random, I am too lonely here alone, you let him stay with me. Then you go back with your baby It’s good to be great.”

Oops, it sounds like a good deal, order one casually, monks of the Zhang family, He Han, anyone can stay.When the time comes, take the baby and leave, go home and live your own little life, how wonderful.

But Wen Heng is sometimes strangely stubborn, he smiled and said, "Hehe...get out." He wouldn't keep any of them, so he said calmly, "I'm not a good person, but I'm not a beggar. proud man."

He will always remember those who worked hard for him. Whether it is the monks of the Zhang family who know how to repay their kindness, Wen Bao and Lingxi who worked hard for him, or his beloved Wushang, he will not hand over any of them to Tongtian. .

Wen Heng thought very clearly: "If you are really lonely and bored, I will stay with you. I don't want your baby, as long as you can let my friends leave here safely."

"Really" Tong Tian asked. "Sincerely." Wen Heng was actually very reluctant, his happy life hadn't started yet, it was over like this, he wanted to see Wushang more, how much he wanted to see Gouzi Baozi Rouer and the others again.But when the time came, he couldn't escape.

"Okay, then you can come and accompany me." A gust of wind suddenly appeared in the palace, Wen Heng's eyes went dark, and the moment he lost consciousness, he thought: They are going to be sad.

After Lian Wushang finished speaking, he returned to the Qinghong Ship. Wen Heng fell asleep soundly. The two leaves on the giant tripod tree beside him had already fallen off, and the Dao wood... was dead.

Lian Wushang's pupils shrank, he didn't even dare to check Wen Heng's breathing with his spiritual sense, he felt a coolness rising from the soles of his feet, rushing towards his Tianling Gai.

In the end, his hand landed on Wen Heng's neck. Wen Heng was always warm. Although he was a drought man, his body temperature was always high, and he was warm even when holding Lian Wushang.

A tear fell down Lian Wushang's eye socket, it turned out that this was his love calamity.It is his love to ask for nothing.It was really heart-piercing and painful.Lian Wushang coughed a few times, bright red blood slid down the corner of her lips.

How can physical pain compare to the pain of losing Wen Heng? Lian Wushang's mind went blank, and Wen Heng's voice echoed in his mind all the time: "Wushang, I want you to live a good life." "I like you. "Oh, do you want to kiss?"

Wen Heng is a happy and warm person. He never asks for much, always speaks with a clumsy mouth, and tells the truth when he has nothing to do.But he really brought warmth to Lian Wushang...

"I said I would take you to Qinglianzhou, but you have never been to Qinglianzhou." Lian Wushang hugged Wen Heng's head, his voice was still soft, his tone was like a spring breeze.

"You still said you wanted to marry me in front of the demon god, why did you forget?" Lian Wushang asked Wen Heng softly. He hated himself at this moment, why did he hide his identity? If Wen Heng had tried his best to break through Tai Chi When Lingshui was in the death barrier, he could help Wen Heng with all his strength regardless of his own body, and Wen Heng would not die from time to time.

It is true that Wen Heng is a drought, Lian Wushang always wants to hide his clumsiness and not show his traces.Lian Wushang thought, Wen Heng is so stupid, if he doesn't tell the truth, he will definitely not be able to figure out his true identity.He even imagined what Wen Heng would look like after revealing his true identity in front of Wen Heng

Whether he couldn't believe it or was ecstatic, or just what to do, Lian Wushang thought about it, but he would never know the answer again.Wen Heng is dead...

He was seriously injured, and most of the branches of the Dao tree, which was about to bloom all over, were broken in one fell swoop.After finally opening a flower that belongs to me, I still want to fold it off and give it to myself.I saw the ruins, but lost most of the root system.

When Wen Heng made a way out, seven holes were bleeding, why didn't Lian Wushang use all his strength to help him at that time? What did he do? He just took out the Qinghong Ship to let Wen Heng absorb the spiritual energy, but only within the range that his body could bear Conveying spiritual energy within... Poor Wen Heng was still worried about whether he would be scolded by Emperor Qing when he was absorbing spiritual energy!

After Wen Heng died, he would never know Lian Wushang's identity again.Lian Wushang didn't have to think so much anymore, he didn't have to think about how to get through this love calamity anymore, and he didn't have to hide it anymore.

Lian Wushang hugged Wen Heng, two lines of tears rolled down.Behind him, the door of the Qinghong Ship opened, and it was the generals Wu Wu and Mo Cang who noticed that Lian Wushang's aura was abnormal.The two generals pushed open the door, only to see Lian Wushang holding Wen Heng tightly with eyes open and tears rolling down.

Wu Wu and Mo Cang looked at each other the same way, and their hearts skipped a beat: Is this... something happened to Wen Heng?

The two generals are masters, and they found the abnormality with a sweep of their spiritual sense.Wen Heng's aura and spiritual consciousness have been extinguished, and he is dead.Thinking about it, he suffered such a serious injury, and it was a miracle that he could wake up after such a long delay.Looking at it now, it is said that there will be a period of dying before people leave, and Wen Heng must have been dying before.

"The spirit mine is no longer needed, he doesn't need it anymore." Lian Wushang's voice was still cold, but there was a hint of sternness in his tone: "You arrange for them to leave the ruins, I will destroy this ruins."

Wuwu and Mo Cang looked at each other, and finally bent down: "Yes, the demon god." Lian Wushang didn't notice this, and put his face on Wen Heng's forehead: "You said that you want to ask the demon god Qingdi for help." Marrying Lian Wushang, I agree, why don't you take your word for it?"

Wu Wu and Mo Cang hesitated to speak, but when they saw Lian Wushang's tears rolling down their cheeks, they couldn't say anything.The word love has always been involuntary, once contaminated, there is no way out.Even a high-ranking demon god cannot avoid it.

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Zhu Wu and Mo Cang had known Lian Wushang for tens of thousands of years, and it was the first time they saw Lian Wushang have such a big mood swing.Even though his expression was still calm, Wuwu and the others still felt Lian Wushang's collapse. He just shed tears quietly, not at all like that cold and cold Qingdi demon god.

"I agreed to go to Qinglianzhou with me, but you lied to me." Lian Wushang's cheek was pressed against Wen Heng's icy forehead, and cold tears fell on Wen Heng's face. Rub more.

"Demon God, you...sorry." At this time, what can be said is wrong, and nothing can be said to get Wen Heng's life.Lian Wushang waved his hand: "You go out first, I'll talk to him."

A burst of spiritual energy swayed, and Qiao Wu and Mo Cang were sent outside the Qinghong Ship.

Lian Wushang's heart is like a dilapidated Qinghong ship. The flying boat can be rebuilt when it is gone, but Wen Heng is gone. Suddenly there is a big hole in Lian Wushang's heart that can no longer be filled. He has never been conscious of it. Wen Heng is so important to him.

"How cunning you are, you approached me bit by bit, warming me, but when I gradually became attached to you, you died irresponsibly." Lian Wushang touched Wen Heng's face, and he bit by bit Kissing the corners of Wen Heng's eyes and eyebrows, if it was before, Wen Heng must have been crazy with joy, and would have counterattacked and kissed him even more passionately.

But, there is no future, Wen Heng's brown eyes can no longer be opened, and he can no longer look at Lian Wushang tenderly.Lian Wushang kissed his tears, it turned out that his tears were also salty.

"I will depend on you for everything after you come back to life." Lian Wushang's cold voice trembled, but Wen Heng could no longer hear his affectionate words.

"You come back to life, aren't you a giant tree of the tripod sky? Are you not a drought man? Aren't you rough-skinned and thick-skinned so you won't die? Why didn't you answer me?" Lian Wushang finally broke down. He cried and lay on Wen Heng's chest, fingers clenched tightly. Tightly gathered Wen Heng's skirt.

Why don't you answer him, because Wen Heng is dead... When a person dies, he no longer has temperature and heartbeat, can no longer see his smile, and can no longer hear his voice.All the things that have been experienced become memories. In the long-term future, there will only be memories, and nothing new will happen again.

Lian Wushang hated his selfishness very much, if he could take the initiative, if he could not hide it like this, maybe Wen Heng would be fine.

If he could reveal his identity earlier and arrive at Yuncheng sooner, Xing Zhengtian would not dare to fight Wen Heng. If he could give Wen Heng his spiritual energy unreservedly when he needs it, Wen Heng wouldn't either. die if...

There are not so many ifs in life, there are not so many ifs, the dead will sleep forever, leaving only futile memories and regrets to the living.

Wen Heng opened his eyes again, and he complained, "Why do I keep passing out and waking up, and waking up and passing out again, can I get better?" I don't know who Tong Tian is and what to do with him .

What Tongtian promised him, he should be able to do it, right? Wushang and the others should have left the ruins? Thinking about it carefully, Wen Heng felt that this journey was a journey towards death.Except for the relaxed state of mind of traveling and Wushang along the way, it seems that they haven't experienced any good things.

Wen Heng sat up from the bed melancholy, he was still wondering, he only had a consciousness, or soul, how could he still lie on the bed and sleep, didn't souls all float around? What kind of soul is he like this.Wen Heng touched his chest, hey, there is still a heartbeat, the soul still has a heartbeat

This is a room with black and red as the main color. The combination of dark black and bright red makes the whole room look elegant and luxurious.Wen Heng turned around, he was really confused, where is this?

Suddenly, a door in front of Wen Heng was knocked open, and a stooped old man pushed the door open.He held a round lantern in his hand, and his long eyebrows shaded his eyes.Wen Heng was taken aback, could this old man be Tong Tian?

A voice from the sky came: "Follow him." Hearing that the old man turned around and left, Wen Heng hurriedly followed. He found that the old man's cultivation was unfathomable, and he seemed half-dead, so he just walked slowly Now, even Wen Heng can't keep up!

"Old man, what is your name?" Wen Heng struck up a conversation at the back. He thought, the old man who can appear here should be the staff of Tongtian Ruins, and they will be colleagues in the future!To build a good relationship with colleagues, Wen Heng felt that he had to make a good impression on his seniors first.

"He can't hear and can't speak, don't bother." Tongtian's voice came.Hearing this, Wen Heng was taken aback for a moment, and he was speechless: "You are too vicious, you even poked your eyes and pulled out your tongue when you stayed by your side."

Tongtian chuckled: "Fart. Climb for me!" Tongtian was so angry that he even said something that Wen Heng didn't understand. Wushang, he didn't want to live anymore.

Wen Heng followed the old man in the long passage, both sides were covered with thick black, only the lamp in the old man's hand exuded a warm orange light.After walking for about a stick of incense, it suddenly became clear that Wen Heng and the others seemed to have arrived at a square.

Wen Heng originally thought that there were no people in the Tongtian Ruins, but now his imagination has been greatly overturned. Looking around, it is full of people.At least a few hundred people.

After the old man brought Wen Heng to the square, he turned off the lights and stood on the sidelines.Wen Heng noticed that there were ten people like this old man in the whole square.

"I keep saying that I'm bored, but there are so many people here, so many people are not enough for you to play with," Wen Heng muttered.He looked at the people in the square who were either whispering or bored.who are these people

Tongtian's voice finally rang out: "The 580th trial begins now." After hearing this sentence, the people present stood up with a swipe.Only Wen Heng was stunned, what happened, what trial?

A black stone platform appeared on the square. Hundreds of people started to line up in the square. Wen Heng was the last one, but he was not at the end of the queue. Like in the front row.

Wen Heng quietly asked the person behind him: "This fellow Taoist, where is this place?" The person gave Wen Heng a blank look: "You don't know." Wen Heng smiled, if he knew, he would ask you

"Excuse me, what is the trial here?" Wen Heng asked again with a good temper.The man continued to roll his eyes: "I am a disciple of Dianzang Sanren, who is called Huang Banxian."

Wen Heng continued to smile: "It's a pleasure to meet you. Excuse me, what is the trial here?" That Huang Pizi... Pooh, Huang Banxian squinted his little eyes: "This is the trial of the Tongtian Miracle Sect. Those who can pass it will get the Lingbao." .”

Wen Heng was still stunned: "Huang Banxian, the miracle of reaching the sky, where is the miracle of reaching the sky?" Huang Banxian rolled his eyes and looked strange. It's almost gone.

"The miraculous miracles are everywhere, and those who can come here are the chosen ones." Huang Banxian said in a strange voice, Wen Heng looked at Huang Pizi's gray clothes, and he was holding a cloth banner in his hand .

Taking a closer look, some of the brothers present were holding astrolabes, some were stepping on a Pisces map, and some were hanging on a gossip mirror. It seemed that everyone had equipment, except Wen Heng, who didn't.What kind of a group of gods are in a meeting?

Wen Heng couldn't help but sigh, what a pity.When he used to have a begging stick in his hand, he could still see a thousand ways to die in this group of fortune tellers, but now he can only laugh.

I really don't know what that bastard Tong Tian is doing, Wen Heng can't even be considered a magic stick right now, forget it, he's dead anyway, so let's play with Tong Tian.

"Ru, where did your teacher come from?" Huang Pizi actually accosted Wen Heng, Wen Heng turned his head and clasped his fists: "I am Wen Heng from a thousand talents." Huang Pizi counted with his fingers: "... I have never heard of you." Wen Heng :"oh."

There seemed to be something on the raised black stone platform. Everyone seemed to be looking at something, and then some beat their chests and feet, some screamed at the sky, and some cried like dogs... Wen Heng is so curious , What exactly is this, I really want to know.

Finally it was Wen Heng's turn. Wen Heng walked up to the stone platform. On the black stone platform, there was a hardcover book lying quietly.Wen Heng got a headache whenever he saw a book, he was not good at reading, he slipped away.

But this book is amazing. It is made of different materials from the bamboo slips and silk that Wen Heng usually sees. There is nothing on the title page of the book, and it looks very hard.

Wen Heng stretched out his hand to touch the writing, it was unexpectedly soft, not only that, but the writing was still warm and beating, like the heartbeat of a living person.Wen Heng paused, and he smiled slightly and said to himself: "This is fun."

As he spoke, he turned the pages of the book. As soon as the pages were opened, there were only messy lines. Wen Heng frowned and turned the whole book from the beginning to the end. He wondered: "What is this?" There are too many lines, it's messy and intricate of.

"You said you would follow me to Qinglianzhou, you said you wanted to marry me in front of the demon god. You lied to me..." Wen Heng was startled when Wushang's voice came. He looked over and saw his hand I accidentally ran into a green line, which was originally straight all the way, until it encountered a black line, and the line changed.

Wen Heng wanted to read on, but that line had already run through the original book.Wen Heng could only touch that line, he touched it back and forth, but only for a moment, and after that, Lian Wushang's voice was never heard again.

He tried to touch other lines, but he could hear a few words, and what's more, he could still see some pictures.It's just that the speed is very fast.

Wen Heng finished flipping through the whole book, picked it up again, and read it over and over again.He was looking for Lian Wushang's voice, he would never see Wushang again, but hearing his voice, his eyes were sore.

"He... picked up the book..." The people next to him whispered, as if Wen Heng had done something terrible.Wen Heng put down the book feeling disappointed, it seems that he couldn't find Lian Wushang's voice.Wushang's voice was so sad, he must have found himself dead, and Wen Heng also felt uncomfortable.

Wen Heng put down the book and walked to the side. There were people waiting to turn the pages behind him. He couldn't be so selfish.Maybe this book is to make Wen Heng break his previous worries. Doesn't it mean that before death, the people and things that he is most worried about in his life will flash up? Wen Heng feels that the thing he is most worried about is Wushang.

In fact, he was also worried about Gouzi and the others, but with Shao Ning around, he was also relieved.Wushang is different, he also damaged Qinghong Ship, Wushang will definitely be scolded by Qingdi when he goes back.What would Wushang do if he fell ill next time without him by his side?

Wen Heng finally understood what lovesickness meant, and his mind was full of Lian Wushang.

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Wen Heng stood beside him in a daze, he looked at the sky, it would be great if he could see Lian Wushang again now, if he could go back, hug him and kiss him, Wen Heng would feel satisfied.But how can a person be so easily satisfied, I'm afraid that after seeing him, he will be more worried and reluctant to let go.

Wen Heng himself didn't notice that after him, no one could pick up the book, let alone pick it up, even very few people could turn the pages, and some people couldn't even touch the cover of the book.

Wen Heng stood beside him, and the people around him disappeared one by one. In the end, there were only eight people left in the square, and Wen Heng was among them.The other seven people looked at Wen Heng with envy and jealousy, but Wen Heng didn't notice it.

Finally someone came to strike up a conversation with Wen Heng. It was a middle-aged man wearing a square scarf with a shrewd face. Holy, in which small world did He Men's family learn from?"

Wen Heng was taken aback, and he cupped his hands: "Wen Heng, Xuantian Sect of the Imperial Spirit Realm, dare to ask you, where is this place?" He could see that everyone here was different from him, and they seemed to have come prepared , unlike Wen Heng who was dragged over by force.

Ke Junneng said in surprise: "Friend Wen didn't even know that this is the miracle of Tongtian. Every 300 years, the miracle of Tongtian recruits disciples in various worlds. The miracle will spread out Xuanjizi. According to the guidance of Xuanjizi, you can go to the miracle of Tongtian. , if you can pass the first test of the sect, you can become a disciple. Even if you become a disciple, you have nothing to do with Daluo Jinxian."

Wen Heng looked confused, wait, did he just hear that there were 3000 trials and each trial was separated by 300 years? This is probably a sect with longevity and heaven, it sounds very powerful.

"See the guides next to you? These guides are not even disciples, each of them is in the Mahayana realm." Ke Junneng pointed to the old man holding a round lantern, and Wen Heng looked at those hunched backs. The old man was shocked: "I'm already in the Mahayana state and I'm still kneeling here, what are you trying to do?"

Ke Junneng waved his hand: "This statement is wrong. Everyone pursues differently, and there are three thousand different ways." Also, everyone's pursuit is different, not everyone is as hopeless as Wen Heng and only wants to go back to kiss the lotus no regrets.

"Then what's the matter with that book?" Wen Heng pointed to the book on the black stone platform, "What is that?" Ke Junneng was even more surprised: "Fellow Daoist Wen doesn't know." Wen Heng said strangely: "I should know something what?"

"This book is the first test. Only those who can turn the pages of the book have the opportunity to continue to the next test. You see, some people can't even touch the pages, and what is contained in these pages is the way of heaven." Ke Junneng was serious .

Wen Heng's face became more serious, but he complained wildly in his heart: come on, return to heaven, heaven is so cruel and insists on letting me hear Wushang's sad voice

Ke Junneng continued to ask Wen Heng: "Fellow Daoist Wen just opened the book, what did you see?" Wen Heng sighed: "I heard my lover's voice."

Ke Junneng enviously asked: "Is your Madam expecting you to become a disciple who can reach the heavens?" Wen Heng was deeply saddened: "He said I was a liar without saying goodbye."

The air froze, and Ke Junneng took a moment to relax before laughing: "You don't have to be so depressed, Daoist Wen. If you can become a disciple of the Tongtian Ruins, you will be able to reconcile with Mrs. Zun."

It is impossible to fix it. How can the boundary between life and death be crossed so easily? Wen Heng could only smile wryly: "I would like to borrow your good words."

There are only eight people on the field, and it seems that these eight people are the only ones who can proceed to the next trial in this trial.At this time, the stone platform in the square suddenly disappeared, and the voice of Tongtian remembered: "Congratulations to everyone who passed the first round of tests, and the next test will begin next."

It suddenly became dark in the square, and Wen Heng wanted to complain again. When these powerful scenes change, we can’t have something new, either from day to night or from night to day, or make him lose consciousness. Can it be better?

Unexpectedly, this time the square was only dark for a moment, and it suddenly became bright again.The mountain-like Lingbao Mountain appeared in front of Wen Heng's eyes. Beside the Baoshan, there stood a white-haired and energetic old man. The old man had white beard and hair and a ruddy complexion. He was wearing a white robe and was stroking his white beard with one hand.

And Wen Heng stood with the other seven trainees, and the eight stared at each other not knowing what was going on.

The white-bearded old man waved at Wen Heng and the others, pointed at Baoshan with the other hand, and said with a smile: "Congratulations on passing the first round of trials, this is your reward, the spirit treasures on Baoshan, you follow your own Take whatever you like, this is the reward for you.”

Hearing this sentence, the other seven people used all eighteen kinds of martial arts, and they flew to the mountain to choose the spirit treasure they wanted.Some chose the supreme skill, some chose the peerless magic weapon, and a ruthless man even hugged a big girl down!Wen Heng's eyeballs protruded, which was too cruel.

He approached Baoshandui unhurriedly, and the white-bearded old man asked Wen Heng, "Why don't you take the Lingbao?" Wen Heng smiled and said, "You can't afford the Lingbao I want." The white-bearded old man laughed: " As long as you think about it, there is nothing you can’t do.”

As soon as the words fell, Wen Heng's sight was suddenly occupied by a little blue color on Lingbao Mountain, and his heart jumped up.He scrambled and climbed up Lingbao Mountain, that was Wushang!That must be Wushang!

When Wen Heng ran to Lingbao Mountain, Lian Wushang lay quietly in a huge lotus leaf and fell asleep.Wen Heng stretched out his hand to test Wushang's breathing, it was alive and warm!This must be his innocence.Wen Heng's cheeks twitched slightly, he really wanted to smile, but tears fell like rain.

"Wushang." Wen Heng hugged Lian Wushang tightly, Lian Wushang fell into a deep sleep, Wen Heng hugged him tightly and sniffed Wushang's breath fiercely, he buried his face in Wushang's chest.It took a long time before he kissed Lian Wushang's cheek.

"Wushang." Wen Heng held Lian Wushang carefully, for fear of waking him up.He hugged Lian Wushang as if hugging a peerless treasure.

Ke Jun could see Wen Heng hugged a man down, he was surprised and said: "It turns out that Wen Daoyou's wife is a man." Wen Heng nodded: "Yes, but he can't hear it. If he hears this, he will Angry." Lian Wushang hasn't untied the spell on his face yet, he just looks like an overly handsome young man.Ke Junneng couldn't figure it out, there are too many people more beautiful than him, what ability does this young man have to be able to fascinate Wen Heng so much.

The white-bearded old man chuckled: "Congratulations, everyone, for finding the best reward in your heart. Now bring your rewards and come with me." Hearing this, the eight people followed the white-bearded old man.

A man next to Ke Junneng had a gossip mirror hanging on his body. He found a book of peerless exercises. As long as he can practice according to this method, he will surely become immortal.Next to him, a man found a beautiful woman, who was crooked and grumpy at the moment, scrambling as she walked.

Wen Heng held Lian Wushang firmly, Lian Wushang was breathing evenly, there were still a little tear stains around his eye sockets, and the corners of his eyes were still red.Wen Heng felt distressed, he adjusted his posture so that Lian Wushang could lie down more comfortably.

The group of people followed the old man to a cliff, which was connected to the other side by a dangerous bridge.The bridge is glowing red, and a threatening heat wave is coming.He said with a smile: "I think everyone has chosen the treasure, and now I will give you a choice. Below is the lava, and what is surging inside is the fire of the earth's veins."

One person was stunned: "When the fire of the earth veins falls, there is nothing." The fire of the earth veins is hotter than ordinary lava, and there are no more than five species in this world that can survive in the fires of the earth veins.

The old man smiled: "Yes, it will disappear if you fall. This dangerous bridge can only allow one of the treasures you and the one you just selected to pass through at a time. When you walk to the other side, you will be the disciple of the miracle of heaven. If you stay here, you will only have a dead end." , please choose. Be quick, if you think too long, the bridge will burn.”

Wen Heng looked at the bridge, and just as the old man was speaking, the bridge was already on fire.

"I don't believe in this evil." The cultivator who chose the exercise thought that the exercise was very light, and he had already engraved it in his consciousness, so he was the first to rush up the small bridge.The first step was okay, but after a few steps, he suddenly slipped and fell off the small bridge screaming.

I didn't hear anything from the back, I only saw a tent of fire rising into the sky from under the small bridge, and even the bones of the man were incinerated.

There was another person who saw that the distance between the two sides was not far away. He threw the treasure he had chosen over the bridge: "Hey, isn't it over?" Then swaggered across the small bridge.

Hmm... the end is the same, with a scream, he dies in an instant.Two of the eight people went at once, and the rest were dumbfounded.The white-bearded fairy chuckled: "I've said it all, I can only pass one."

The few remaining people cursed: "Why bother! If you don't want to give rewards, just don't!" They angrily dropped the things they just picked from Lingbao Mountain, and then quickly crossed the small bridge to reach the other shore.

The one who chose the dead was fine, but Wen Heng and the other person chose the living.The man chose a fair-skinned and beautiful Mei Jiao Niang.The beautiful girl hugged the man's thigh with tears in her eyes: "Mr. Lang, don't leave me as a concubine, I am afraid."

The man frowned unhappily: "Let go, let go quickly! Are you going to take me to die with you!" He is also a living person."

The man sneered: "The old man with the white beard didn't say you were a human just now, he said you were a treasure given to me! Let go!" The woman cried and shook her head: "Mr. open!"

The monk dragged the woman forward, and the woman's delicate skin was wiped with blood on the ground.Finally arrived at the small bridge, the fire on the bridge became more and more vigorous.The monk finally died