Chapter 24 Kongtong Secret Realm

There seems to be a shooting star in the sky on this side, falling at a very fast speed, and it does not know where to go.

There are two people sitting high on the sky, a red-faced Taoist priest and an old scholar in green clothes.

The red-faced Taoist watched the meteor fall, and asked curiously: "A little guy came in, was that little drunk from your academy let him in?"

The old scholar nodded and chuckled, "It should be Zi Shu's work."

The red-faced Taoist priest was speechless.

Just a little guy who cultivated three realms.

Kongtong Reincarnation Secret Realm is full of this kind of little guy, one more is not too many, one less is not much.

After a while, the red-faced Taoist suddenly let out a sigh of regret.

"It's a pity for this little drunk, as far as his aptitude is concerned, he can reach the twelfth realm."

The old scholar didn't care, and said with a smile: "So what if you get it, so what if you don't. Those big monks who have no realm but no conscience are not good at all. Although Zishu's realm is not high, it is already very good."

The red-faced Taoist nodded, "Yes."

This little drunk is really a good person.

The old scholar suddenly turned his head and asked the red-faced Taoist priest, "How long will you stay with me?"

The Taoist clasped his chest and spoke righteously, "Isn't there nowhere to go, I just come to your place for a stroll."

The old scholar asked helplessly: "Is it true that I should not be the official of the Taoist?"

The Taoist shook his head, "It's not very interesting. If it wasn't for Qingniu Laodao who dragged me to take a position, I would have gone overseas. How could I take up the false name of a great heavenly official? Now that there are people in the Taoism Zhongxing, I just abdicate Rang Hyun, it's good."

The old scholar laughed and asked again: "Then what do you want to do in the future?"

The red-faced Taoist was silent, looking at the stars in the sky, he suddenly reached out and grabbed a huge star, watching it move slowly, and said softly.

"I haven't thought about it yet, but I have lost the spirit of the past. Maybe I will find a place and open a small Taoist temple."

The old scholar chuckled, "That's not bad."

The red-faced Taoist smiled and agreed, "It's pretty good."

The star continues to flow.

When he was young, the red-faced Taoist once cut down the sky and the moon with a sword, and he was extremely arrogant.

Now that I am old, I am leisurely and leisurely in the small Taoist temple, returning to the ordinary.

Good.

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Chen Jiu was lying in a lake, floating on the water, looking up at the sky, not wanting to move.

He was naked, even his hair was blown into dust, and his head was shiny.

Outside the lake is a mountain forest, lush and lush, with no human habitation.

Chen Jiu didn't want to get up, and quietly soaked in the water.

Very tired.

Is there really no reason to talk about in this world?

Or should we talk about fists first, and then reason?

Disregarding etiquette, integrity and shame?

Shit!

Chen Jiu soaked in the water for half a day, then dived his head, washed his face, and when he floated up again, his face had the usual smile again.

"Then do as the Romans do, first talk about fists, and then slowly explain the truth."

An eye-catching white-fronted tiger came by the lake and found someone in the lake. His eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, and his sharp teeth were full of killing intent.

Chen Jiu raised his head and smiled at it.

Then one punch to death.

He tore off the tiger skin, washed it and wrapped it around his body as clothing.

By the way, I used the old method of drilling wood to make fire and roasted some meat. After I was full, I carried some more as dry food.

Chen Jiu walked out along the forest.

The mountain forest is very deep, among which there are many old trees, intricate and complicated, it is not easy to find the way, and there are also a lot of ferocious beasts, and most of them have already cultivated, so they are considered evildoers.

Chen Jiu walked for two days, and met a roc with a wingspan of more than ten meters, planning to prey on Chen Jiu.

In the end, Chen Jiu used the price of damaging his arm, dragged him to the ground, and beat him to death.

When the roc died, its head was shattered, and its satin-like feathers were stained with blood.

Chen Jiu broke his arm.

But after he killed himself with one punch, he was fine again.

Along the way, he has been beaten to death by evildoers one by one, more like for him to practice boxing and nourish his boxing will.

The most troublesome one I have ever met is a bear demon who has already opened up his intelligence, has grown hard armor on his body, and is extremely powerful.

It killed Chen ninety-three times.

Chen Jiu only killed it once.

This is enough.

The tiger skin around his body became bear skin.

Chen Jiu also deliberately peeled off its head neatly, and covered it on the bald head, like a hat.

After this battle, for some reason, his pupils were slightly blue.

Chen Jiu discovered it while washing his face in a pool.

He opened his eyes wide with his hands, looked left and right, and finally muttered in doubt.

"Could it be glaucoma?"

He couldn't see the way out anyway, and shook his head.

Anyway, it doesn't affect it, just ignore it.

After the Xiong Yao was killed by Chen Jiu, there were very few monsters in the mountains who dared to trouble him. Most of them were beasts who had not yet started to practice and were only driven by animal nature.

This kind of beast, if Chen Jiu beat it to death with one punch, it wouldn't even benefit him from practicing boxing.

It's getting boring.

Chen Jiu began to entertain himself, broke off a branch, connected it with the tendons of wild animals, and made a decent bow and arrow.

He sharpened the long bones of the beast, used them as arrows, and tied them around his body.

When wild beasts came, they bent their bows and set arrows to enjoy hunting.

He has killed quite a few monsters along the way.

There was a faint smell of blood all over his body.

Let him wrinkle his nose slightly when he smells it. He doesn't like the smell very much.

Chen Jiu quickened his pace.

So after half a day, Chen Jiu boarded a mountain peak and looked down.

There is a huge city in the distance, surrounded by flat ground.

There are many figures running towards the city one after another. They seem to be extremely fast, and they seem to be monks.

Curious, Chen Jiuting strode forward and jumped directly from the top of the mountain.

The mountains are extremely high, and there are no streams below them.

So Chen Jiu fell to his death as it should be.

Fortunately, he was able to get up again, but the clothes on his body were stained with blood, so he needed to wash them well.

After he found a stream and washed it clean, he walked towards that city.

The number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased, all of them were monks, their footsteps were not slow, and some even used monsters to walk far ahead.

They are all low-level monks.

Chen Jiu didn't panic, followed the flow of people, and arrived at this city slowly.

The city is huge, the city wall is dark and towering, full of a chilling aura, there seems to be some blood stains on it, deep into the city wall, it can't be washed clean.

There was an endless stream of monks coming and going.

Chen Jiu's outfit is a bit eye-catching, but there are monks from all religions and schools, and there are many people who dress up strangely, and Chen Jiu is not too brilliant.

As long as what should be covered is covered, no one in the city will say anything about you.

Chen Jiu looked up at the towering city wall.

There are still many monks coming and going above the city wall, seeming to be stationed.

He lowered his head and raised his foot into the city in front of him.

As far as the eye can see, the road is extremely wide.

Among them, many monks set up stalls along the roadside, selling some rare things they found.

Curious, Chen Jiu looked along the shop and stopped suddenly.

A figure flew upside down in front of him and fell heavily to the ground.

A burly man spat, looked at the young man flying upside down, and said disdainfully, "You want to be a swordsman?"

The big man sneered and made a conclusion.

"A fool's dream!"

He retracted his fist and walked away slowly.

The boy who fell to the ground stood up with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, patted the dust on his body, and walked away slowly with his head down.

The boy's eyebrows are extremely thick, like two long worms.

He carried a huge sword that was as wide as a man.

Chen Jiu looked at it and whispered to himself.

What a goddamn sword!