Late at night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Thunder Temple, in the courtyard.

The ground was full of mess, broken bronze, broken paper confetti, broken wood carvings, gully and charred land, and the remaining power of the thunder that had not yet dissipated seemed to be filled with blazing and twisted air.

Su Ting was standing there, turning around, looking at Qingping who was dying, tilting his head slightly, but he had no intention of coming forward to help.

"you……"

Qingping was already desperate, but he realized that he could not escape death this time. He did not expect that Daniu Taoist, who was famous in the Great Zhou Dynasty, had fallen from the sky without any effort, and had turned into ashes for convenience.

During the life and death, Qingping was filled with joy, but his heart was ups and downs. Finally, he let out a long breath and his whole body fell limp.

Although he was seriously injured, he was inexplicably at ease. He just gasped for a few seconds, then looked at Su Ting and said weakly: "I am seriously injured. I will heal my injuries first, and I will tell you in detail..."

Su Ting waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, I don't care about this, you can continue to lie down."

Qingping's face stopped and he whispered: "If you don't save me, I can't stand it."

Su Ting rolled his eyes and muttered, "Forget it if you die."

He thought this way, and finally came forward, reached out and pressed his hand. The magic power was activated. Among the five elements, the vitality of wood was taken. Suddenly, the magic power turned into a continuous stream of vitality and fell on Qingping.

Qingping felt his whole body's strength increase, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his blood flowed rapidly. In an instant, he felt sweaty.

Su Ting increased his vitality with one hand and put the other hand on his chest, correcting his sternum and recovering the damage to his internal organs. On the other hand, the vitality gradually spread to the injuries behind him.

"If Mr. Su hadn't come, you would have been so terrible this time."

Su Tingyouyou said, "Fortunately, I came back early, so it was timely. If I stayed outside for two more days, I would have to collect your body, and at most I would avenge you."

Qingping smiled bitterly and said, "I'm out and I've just come back. Can't I hope I'll order something good?"

Su Ting remembered his previous title, couldn't help laughing twice, and asked with his head tilted, "Has the name of "Da Niu Taoist" spread since I was the leader of the Beijing event? When you mentioned Mr. Song, I never used the word Su Ting again, but got used to the word "Da Niu Taoist" to replace it?"

"How do you know?"

Qingping was stunned for a moment, a little surprised.

Su Ting sneered and said, "I have seen the true faces of you master and apprentice. It would be strange if you didn't slander me behind your back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingping suddenly let out a scream, very desolate.

Su Ting looked as usual and said, "I accidentally started to do it hard, so hold on."

Qingping opened her mouth, her face pale, she couldn't make a sound, rolled her eyes and fainted.

Su Ting sighed: "This child is too weak. How can we grow up if we don't experience destruction?"

——

One night passed.

The rising sun is rising.

Qingping opened his eyes and felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy and his whole body was incredibly painful. However, he barely used his true qi to move, but found that the true qi was running without any hindrance, and the injuries of the vertebrae behind him and the position of his chest had recovered.

"Although the injury has recovered, the foundation has been damaged, so I still have to rest for a while."

Su Ting's voice came slowly.

Qingping turned his head and saw Su Ting in the room, as if he was making tea.

"That's the tea that Mr. Song has treasured, left for me."

"Yeah, I got it."

Su Ting said: "I originally planned to leave half of the money for Mr. Song. Since it's all yours, I'll take them all later."

Qingping opened his mouth, but didn't know how to speak.

Su Ting drank a bite of tea before looking over, and smiled and said, "After three days, when I looked at him with admiration, I never thought that you, a seemingly honest guy, know how to cheat others and turn around and run away."

As he said that, Su Ting clapped his hands and praised him: "It's really cunning, cunning, despicable, shameless, and impressive. Is this what Mr. Song teaches you?"

Qingping paused for a moment and whispered: "I learned from you."

Su Ting's face looked a little stiff, and the ridicule he had prepared for the next time could not be said.

The elf burst out laughing, and only felt that this guy named Qingping seemed very interesting. After all, in front of Su Daniu, the national master was so angry that his face turned black. Not only did Qingping not fall at a disadvantage, but instead made Su Ting angry. It was a rare scene and he was simply profound in ability.

"Ahem, this ability to escape is a profound knowledge, but you can't learn it."

Su Ting looked solemn and said, "But if you say these words, I'm curious, why did you provoke such enemies?"

Qingping smiled bitterly and said, "How can I know? I don't even know who the other party is. I just rely on a magic weapon to deal with the phantoms that the other party used Taoist techniques to manifest for a few days, that's all."

Su Ting raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't recognize the other party, but the other party comes to attack the Thunder Temple?"

Qingping felt a little silent, then nodded and said, "If you say this, there seems to be nothing wrong."

Su Ting pondered: "You are the only one left in the Thunder Temple now? Why can't you see the traces of Mr. Song?"

Qingping whispered: "Old Song..."

Speaking of this, Qingping paused for a moment, his expression was very complicated. He looked at Su Ting, as if he was organizing language, and was thinking about how to speak.

Su Ting suddenly shook and whispered: "Her old man Song has died?"

Qingping choked his throat afterwards, and his face turned red with coughing, and his injury almost recurred. Fortunately, his true qi was cleared and he calmed down.

"What nonsense? Mr. Song is still light and healthy. Who told you that Mr. Song has ended his life?"

"It's not that you can't say anything but stop." Su Ting breathed a sigh of relief and complained: "It's all your fault, which scared me to death."

"You..." Qingping couldn't speak for a long time.

"Okay." Su Ting waved his hand and said, "Since Mr. Song is not dead, where is he going to be romantic and happy? How can you keep one of you to deal with the enemy?"

"Old Song..." Qingping paused for a moment, and Fang Shi said: "Sometimes ago, Old Song said that an old friend was about to come to pick him up and ordered me to guard the temple and temporarily give me a blessing."

"Old friend?" Su Ting remembered what he saw that day and asked, "Is he a young Taoist?"

"How do you know?" Qingping became more and more surprised.

"What's this?" Su Ting felt quite relieved when he saw his shocked expression, and couldn't help but say again: "There are really not many things in this world that I, Su, don't know."

"Since you know everything, I don't need to say it." Qingping nodded.

"What are you keeping?" Su Ting said angrily: "I have met the young Taoist. He claims to be the original and has a very skilled person. He said he was going to come to Luoyue County to meet Mr. Song at first. But I don't know much about what happened next..."

"So you've seen him." Qingping suddenly realized it and immediately said, "So do you know what kind of attitude does this disciple of Mr. Song take when he sees Mr. Song?"

"oh?"

Su Ting raised his eyebrows and said, "He has a profound Taoist practice and profound foundation. His practice seems to be a long time. Could it be that he taught Mr. Song a lesson like his grandson with his elders? Or is this Mr. Song's friend, but Mr. Song is not talented, and the other party has already cultivated a high level of cultivation?"

Qingping always felt that his tone was full of expectations, as if he had seen Mr. Song lower his eyebrows and was quite helpless, saying, "The Taoist who claimed to be the original is indeed unfathomable, but after he came here, he respected Mr. Song as his teacher with the etiquette of his disciples."

Su Ting was stunned and said, "Old Song's disciple?"

Qingping nodded and said, "Not bad."

Su Ting stayed for a while.

Taking the etiquette of disciples, respect Mr. Song as his teacher?

He came to his senses, looked strange, touched his chin, pondering without saying a word.

Song Lao Dao is not very good at practicing. Although he is also old, his life span should be less than a hundred years old.

And that young Taoist was already well-versed in Taoism, and in terms of gas, this person was mostly experienced and quite old.

Apart from appearance, everything else, whether in terms of cultivation or age, Song Lao is not enough to be someone else's master.

But why is there such a title?

"This is weird."

Su Ting thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Has Mr. Song ever said, where did he and the original Taoist go?"

Qingping shook his head and said, "I didn't tell you clearly, nor did I mention what I did."

Su Ting frowned and said, "I haven't mentioned anything to you?"

Qingping whispered: "That original Taoist handed me a bronze flag and ordered me to guard the Thunder God Temple, especially the statues in the temple, without any loss. Then they left, and less than half a month later, someone came, which is the scene you saw... But with the bronze flag, I repeatedly defeated the other party, until last night, the bronze flag could not bear it and was completely broken, and I was helpless."

After hearing this, Su Ting thought, "It seems that Zhengben and Mr. Song probably know that someone will come to the Thunder Temple to test it, so he left you this bronze flag and reminded you to prepare."

Qingping nodded and said, "Not bad."

Su Ting said with a sneer and said, "It seems that Mr. Song has many secrets. Let's not talk about this for now. The guy you are dealing with is not the real person. I just destroyed the two incarnations driven by him last night. It's really interesting."

Qingping pondered for a moment before saying, "I met him at first, and I was quite at a loss. After two days, I found some relevant records in the classics."

Su Ting said in surprise: "You have found the method used by the other party?"

Qingping nodded and said, "The Five Elements Armor you obtained from the temple is called the art of sprinkling beans into soldiers in the path of Zhengxian. This method is similar to the art of sprinkling beans into soldiers, and the technique is similar to the art of sprinkling beans into soldiers."

Su Ting vaguely guessed and said tentatively: "I have heard of this method and have never experienced it personally. Can you confirm it based on the records in the book alone?"

"pretty close."

Qingping looked solemn and said, "It should be the secret technique of cutting paper into a horse, Yuanfeng Mountain."

Su Ting looked at the elf and looked at each other.
Chapter completed!