In the remote area of ​​Longmen, in a dilapidated courtyard, a mountain dog with the yellow and black forehead was jumping and teasing a wooden puppet bear. The mountain dog was bored and biting the wooden puppet bear again and again.

"I said, why did you tell me more than ten or eight times when you entered the mountain? My head was about to explode." A voice with a slow speed came out. "Of course I have to say more to you. We almost told you all the time last time. I have to convince myself to be able to enter the mountain with you for a long time." A voice with a helpless voice said.

"Oh!" The slight and hoarse voice became excited, "I built the foundation, I built the foundation after a fight." In the hut, the excited stone showed off to Qi Yubai who was helpless, and Qi Yubai stared at this unstable element helplessly.

Qi Yubai saved Shi Tou, but the head jackal claw was scratched at his neck. In critical condition, he could only roll to the other side with his instinct, but this could not be completely avoided. Half of the neck was cut off by the head jackal.

Qi Yubai also estimated this situation. Before he fell into a coma, he grabbed a hemorrhage-reducing medicine and pressed it on his neck. Fortunately, Shi Tou later showed his power and killed the head jackal, and scared away the remaining tiger-faced jackal.

Perhaps it was because of his cultivation physique, or because he had the luck that he should not have lost his life, Qi Yubai finally woke up.

And fortunately no other monsters covet here. Qi Yubai dragged the stone to a slightly safe place with his wounded body. The stone was unconscious for a few days because of his strength. Finally, when Shi Tou woke up, he became a foundation-building monk.

This really made Qi Yubai envious. He felt like a child who accidentally hit him. When he pulled the door, he found jewelry all over the room. When he touched the scar on his neck, Qi Yubai felt scared and once again told Shi Tao.

"Hey, do you know, I feel that I have learned a lot of martial arts now, as if I have entered my brain when I am unconscious." Shi Tou said to Qi Yubai. "I know a lot of ways to refine objects, ah, so many, I'm so confused."

"Ah, I don't want to practice, I just want to destroy the mountain monster." Shi Tou shook his head annoyedly.

Qi Yubai patted the stone and said, "My man, don't be in the blessings, you will be unconscious and enter the foundation building. Others may not be able to get in for the rest of their lives. Many of your martial arts are confused, and others will not be able to get in if they want to."

Shi Tou calmed down, looked at Qi Yubai with a slanted look, and was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted with great enlightenment: "Ah, yes, I have to remember some things... Shi Chongluan Mountain Formation, the eight gates are in chaos... What the hell is this!"

Looking at the stone in chaos, Qi Yubai shook his head and planned to go around the town outside. The martial arts! He needs some martial arts, especially how to advance the foundation-building technique. It turned out that he asked the Elf Ghost King II to find some martial arts, but I don’t know if he has found it now.

I walked out the door slowly, and there was still a rattle of stones behind me: "Stone armor technique... good things, shocking mountains, rocks collapsed, rocks twisted... Wow, my head is big..."

Walking on the street alone, Qi Yubai's heart couldn't help but feel sad. This time, the danger was a life-threatening one's life, but if you don't go into the mountains to find spiritual objects, find some opportunities in places with abundant spiritual energy, and don't change more spirit stones, how can you improve yourself quickly?

Using his own three-legged cat skills to do things in a large family? The foundation-building monks all catch a lot of them. If they don’t relax, many monks are so carefree and indulgent, or indulge in wine and romantic life. Why do they work so hard?

Alas, only when you really embark on the path of cultivation can you realize the bitterness and helplessness in it. Cultivating immortals is the same as the sky, and the freedom is boundless. That is the beautiful idea of ​​countless people. The road to cultivating immortals and asking for the Tao is the cruelty and helplessness that you cannot see.

Why do you have to go on such a difficult road? Qi Yubai shook his head, and couldn't tell why. Maybe he wanted to go on this road.

"I didn't expect that you can really survive."

The treasure pot in his arms said a little heavy. When Qi Yubai heard the treasure pot say this, he also expressed silence, but said bitterly: "Master Bao, if I don't wake up, you can continue to find someone else to play."

The Cornucopia moved very lonely, as if shaking her head: "I really don't want you to die, you have to do something for me." The Cornucopia has always been close to Qi Yubai, but now this sentence suddenly popped up, Qi Yubai felt a little puzzled: "I need me to do things? What do I need me to do?"

"I'm not very clear, I just feel that we need to go back to your hometown once." The treasure pot seems to have changed a little during these times. I'm not very talkative, and I don't give any advice to Qi Yubai on anything.

Qi Yubai was personally worried about how to advance, so he did not take it seriously. He just thought that he had neglected him. But now Jubao said that he needed to go back to his hometown to help him, so he naturally needed to help. So Qi Yubai comforted Jubao in his arms and said, "Okay, let's go there in a while, I'll accompany you back in a while."

The treasure bowl expressed its understanding with silence. Qi Yubai was looking for Wang Er on the street. But after walking around for several times, he didn't see Wang Er, the elf. Qi Yubai felt puzzled and asked about his residence. Then he went to search for it. At the end of a dark path, Qi Yubai found Wang Er's residence. This was a small black house with only a small window one foot square on the wall. When the people inside heard someone coming outside, they hurriedly hid something.

"Wang Er..."

Qi Yubai patted the decayed wooden door several times before Wang Er opened a small crack. When Wang Er, who was poking his head out of the door, he felt a little relieved when he saw that it was Qi Yubai, and then mysteriously asked Qi Yubai to rush into the room.

After entering the house, Wang Er complained to Qi Yubai. It turned out that Wang Er had committed a taboo inquiries about Qi Yubai's practice of practicing Taoism, and Wang Er didn't know the taboo, so some sects even stared at him, which made him worried all day long. Now Wang Er is even afraid that others will take him away directly, so he doesn't even dare to go to the street.

Qi Yubai felt a little guilty when he heard this, but Wang Er acted calmly and told Qi Yubai that he could escape the limelight. After all, he was not a Taoist practitioner, so others would not do anything to such a small caterpillar as himself.

Qi Yubai nodded to express his understanding, and then planned to say goodbye and go out. Wang Er mysteriously grabbed Qi Yubai, took out a broken book from under the bed, and handed it to Qi Yubai with some pride.

"The Beast-Driving Sutra?"

Seeing the words on the cover Qi Yubai, he was stunned. He remembered that the beast-controlling old Xiao had obtained such a book, and his strength increased greatly. He also left his family and abandoned his son to Xiongjing to make a fortune.

Seeing that Qi Yubai seemed to be interested in this, Wang Er leaned over happily and said, "I didn't find the technique you want, but I accidentally found such a book. How about it?"

Qi Yubai shook his head and said bluntly to Wang Er: "I am not suitable for this. This is different from our practice of Taoism. It emphasizes the use of beast control. However, when we practice Taoism, we focus on collecting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and derive the secrets of the five elements."

Seeing that Wang Er's expression was a little dim, Qi Yubai comforted him: "You can practice too, it's okay to practice without spiritual power."

Wang Er shook his head, threw the "Beast-Driving Sutra" to the end of the bed like a rag, laying on the bed boredly, and said, "Why am I practicing this? Going to the mountains to fight to the death. Besides, you practitioners are as free as me. How many of you practitioners can enjoy the joy of family life?"

Wang Er's words hurt Qi Yubai a little. After he formally practiced Taoism, he realized that the higher his cultivation level, the less likely he had to have children. His family branch was just a side branch of his ancestors.

Seeing his words seemed to stimulate Qi Yubai, Wang Er jumped over and said to Qi Yubai: "But you are better at practicing Taoism. You have high magic power and call the wind and rain. No matter how bad it is, you will live hundreds or eighty years longer than us. Alas, I say you will marry seven or eight wives at that time. Who dares to provoke you as a monk?"

Qi Yubai was amused by Wang Er's words, patted the teenage little ghost head, and said, "You have an idea, let's do it. Go and practice Taoism, and let me see if my younger brothers and sisters are beautiful."

He laughed at Wang Er for a while before Qi Yubai came out. The Beast Control Sutra? At that time, the treasure pot was still looking for this sutra to read. "Master Bao, do you still want to read it?" Qi Yubai asked about the treasure pot in his arms. "Don't read it, I don't need to read it now." The treasure pot responded in a depressed manner.

I used to see, but why don’t you want it now? Qi Yubai was very puzzled.

Qi Yubai didn't know that the treasure pot felt a familiar aura after practicing the exercises of the beast Lao Xiao, so he wanted to come and take a closer look. But now the treasure pot has confirmed something, so the "Beast Control Sutra" is useless.

In Xiongjing, who is far from Qi Yubai, the beast-controlling old Xiao was holding a scripture and trembling excitedly. There were four words on the worn-out cover: the Beast-controlling true scripture. There were more than one person who was as ecstatic as Lao Xiao, especially those who had practiced the Beast-controlling residual scripture, and many people have obtained a deeper level of true scripture.

In the deep mountains southwest of Xiongjing, a young man in white pulled out a blood-stained folding fan from his back. With a gloomy face, he took out a blood-stained scripture from the man's arms: "The Beast Control Sutra"!

When the scriptures were taken, a violent aura evaporated from his body, rolling up the dead leaves around him, and the sword blade slashed around with air, like a brutal tornado.
Chapter completed!