The Legend Of Shen Gongbao

"The bigudan is gone" Yu Duxiu frowned, feeling a little unhappy, and secretly blamed Yu Shiniang and Li Weichen, why didn't they send the bigudan in time, so that her practice had to be interrupted unexpectedly.

At this time, Yu Duxiu's temperament became more and more ethereal, as if he was the legendary and independent immortal who lived in two worlds with all beings, and the place where he was located was the Pure Land of the Immortal Family.

"Brother, you are out" Yu Shiniang greeted her with a smile.

"Shi Niang, why don't you send me bigu pill" Yu Duxiu frowned.

Yu Shiniang shrank her neck when she heard the words: "Bigu Dan has been eaten, and the sect has not delivered the offering in the past month."

"Have you eaten? No delivery?" Yu Duxiu frowned, even the surrounding air was much suppressed.

This sentence is really a joke, who is Yu Duxiu? .

A disciple of the True Story of Taiping Dao, and he is the top one among the followers of the True Story of Taiping Dao. There is no problem of eating up here at all. Every month, the martial arts resources are sufficient.

"Have no enshrinement in the past month?" Yu Duxiu said with her hands on her back.

"No" Yu Shiniang said.

Yu Duxiu looked into the distance, Liujia Qimen began to deduct it, and after a while, he said: "There is actually a villain. The last time he preached, there were many disciples of the rich and large families who had offended many people. I didn’t expect that this was only three months, and someone could not help but want to get back. It’s a pity that Yu Duxiu is not the kind of person who swallows his voice. This is the sect, where the strong are respected. What about the rich? The dragon will lie down for me, the tiger will lie down for me."

As he said, Yu Duxiu showed disdain: "You are waiting for me here."

Yu Duxiu walked down the mountain and ran into a handyman disciple: "Have you ever known which hall is the management and worship?".

The disciple didn't dare to neglect to see Yu Duxiu dressed as an authentic disciple. He hurriedly bowed and replied: "If you go back to brother, it is the hall of worship of the sect that manages the disciples. Does the brother need someone to lead the way?".

Yu Duxiu glanced at the disciple. Then nodded: "Lead the way ahead."

Taiping Dao is the supreme sect, and management is natural. There is an inner treasury in charge of the supernatural powers of the sect, and naturally there is an enshrine hall for the management of disciples.

Speaking of which, the worship hall is not far from the main hall of the head teaching, but it is separated by a hill, and looks like seven or eight miles.

Looking at the plaque dedicated to the main hall, Yu Duxiu's face was gloomy, and the surrounding air began to be suppressed under his influence.

Two handymen disciples stood at the entrance of the hall of worship, and two scarlet pillars supported the front door of the hall.

"Who are you. This is to enshrine the main hall, no idlers can trespass," a handyman disciple stood up and said.

The disciple who led the way turned and looked at Yu Duxiu who was looking behind him, without speaking.

Yu Duxiu's face was gloomy, dressed in the costume of a true biography disciple, and she walked out from behind the disciple who led the way: "You are blinded, I am a true teaching disciple of the Taiping Taoism, this Taiping Taoist can't go anywhere except the inner library, dare you Stop me?".

"This..., this..., I've seen brother, brother again, I will naturally not dare to stop" the two handyman disciples did not dare to speak, facing Yu Duxiu's oppression, they gave way.

The disciple who led the way for Yu Duxiu stood outside the door: "Brother, since this hall of worship has arrived, I will leave."

Yu Duxiu glanced at the handyman disciple and nodded: "What's your name?"

"Xianxianxiang" the disciple saw Yu Duxiu and asked his name. Suddenly overjoyed.

Yu Duxiu said, "If you encounter problems with practice in the future, you can come to Bixiufeng to find me. You should know the place."

Wen Xiang led Yu Duxiu here, and naturally knew where Yu Duxiu lived. A thousand gratitudes said, "Thank you brother, thank you brother".

Yu Duxiu nodded, turned and walked into the hall, but saw that there were rows of shelves in the hall, and boxes on the shelves were sealed, presumably the daily expenses of the disciples.

The next moment, Yu Duxiu saw two wicker chairs and a table on the east side of the hall. The wicker chair was placed in front of the table. On the table was a stack of books and papers, which must be dedicated to the temple account book. Books like this.

On that wicker chair, the two figures kept shaking, and one of them, Yu Duxiu, knew, not only knew, but also had enemies, and had beaten each other.

"Wang Zhuan" Yu Duxiu screamed inwardly, and there was already a guess in his heart that if he was detained for worship, it must be Wang Zhuan, or Wang Zhuan's family was doing a ghost.

Yu Duxiu walked slowly to the table. The two lying on the wicker chair heard the sound of footsteps, and sat up with a whirl. The other man was actually a 70-year-old man with red face and no beard and eyes. Dry, withered hair, apparently reaching the end of life, and there is not much sign of time.

"No wonder I dared to deduct my monthly salary against the will of the sect. It turned out to be a dying person" Yu Duxiu sneered secretly in her heart.

"It's you" the old man did not speak, but Wang Zhuan did.

Yu Duxiu ignored Wang Zhuan, but looked at the old man: "Your Excellency is the elder of the worship hall?".

The old man heard Wang Zhuan speaking, but he saw Wang Zhuan's gaze. When he saw Wang Zhuan's murderous look at Yu Duxiu, the old man became interested and turned around and ignored Yu Duxiu's words. Slowly retracted to the wicker chair.

"Oh, aren't you Miaoxiu favored by your ancestors? I heard that you will be a person who calls immortals and ancestors in the future, and you will care about such a little worship." Wang Zhuan said sarcastically.

Seeing this old man's apparent partiality, Yu Duxiu understood clearly, put his hands behind her back, and turned to look at Wang Zhuan: "What are you, you are worthy to talk to me. I practiced Taipingdao*, look. Your strength is not very good, I am afraid that it is not the enemy of my three tricks. I really don’t know how you came into this peaceful way with such qualifications. Is the threshold of the immortal family so low now? Some cats and dogs can also easily enter? If so, it doesn't matter if this immortal gate is inaccessible, even a piece of trash can worship the mountain gate, which will flatten me down."

Yu Duxiu's tone was flat, tepid, and seemed to be stating a fact.

After hearing that Wang Zhuan clenched his fists, his eyes reddened again: "The enemy of the three strokes? It's just that you have won the fight. My cultivator is more magical than magical powers. If you are brave , Just try a magic spell with me, dare you?".

Yu Du Xiuli ignores Wang Zhuan, but looks at the old man, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Although the immortal cultivator seeks longevity, he is not immortal. After all, he will continue to cut the cause and effect of the mortal world. I hope you will be in the mortal world. For no reason, you are alone."

Speaking of this, Yu Duxiu paused: "Otherwise, I won't mind cutting off the grass and rooting the opponent."

After speaking, without waiting for the old man's reaction, he turned and walked outside the door.

The old man stood up with a loud cry: "Dare".

"It's a dying person, don't dare to dare, you can't see it, I am a disciple of Tianjiao, and you,,,," Yu Duxiu turned around~www.wuxiaspot.com~ looked at the panicked old man : "It's just a loser on the road of spiritual practice. I still have a future, and you...".

Having said that, stopping the words, Yu Duxiu looked at Wang Zhuan, and then at the old man: "You put your hope on this waste wood, and hope this waste wood can live up to your wish and protect your family."

After speaking, he turned around again, took a step or two, and turned his head to Wang Zhuan and said, "Even if you are magical magical powers, you are still not the enemy of my three tricks, you are still a waste. I have a true fairy inheritance. , Will leave you far behind, you will not be able to compare to me in this life, besides using the power of the family to play tricks, what else can you do?".

After speaking, with a trace of disdain, he turned and walked out of the hall.

"Lord, you have to help me, that Yu Duxiu actually wants to attack my secular family. My secular family is mortal. How can I be the opponent of the monk? Now my life is near, and I can’t protect my family, so I invite him Kaien!" When Yu Duxiu disappeared, the old man fell to his knees with a "plop".

"Go away, didn't you see this young man busy?" Wang Zhuan heard Yu Duxiu's mocking words, his eyes were red, and the anger in his heart could burn through the sky. He was originally a dude disciple. Where can he rest? , Not to mention a cultivator who has not many deaths in his eyes. It would be strange if he had a good tone.

As he said, Wang Zhuan kicked the cultivator away, turned around and walked outside the hall, his teeth creaking: "Asshole, I won't let you go. The opportunity to teach the ancestor belongs to me, not you. People can get it, in order to teach the inheritance of the ancestors, the family has no reason not to support me".

How deep is the background of a truly ancient family? .

How much power can be established in the fairy gate