After fighting with the video buffer icon for 300 rounds last night, the brother and sister finally admitted that they were no match for the abbot in terms of speed and rested early.

The next day, as soon as the sky turned white, Chang Hao was standing by a cliff near the wing room on time, posing in front of the slowly rising sun, and his long breath gathered into the long-lasting white rainbow, and every movement was like a natural result.

The way of breaking the boxing style is soft and hard. Soft means softness around the fingers, and hardness means hardness to destroy the mountain.

Legend has it that there were 100,000 sword cultivators in Qingyun Mountain, a super sect thousands of years ago. Putting aside the mysterious sword techniques that can often take the heads of the enemy generals from thousands of miles away, this set of destructive boxing techniques was a compulsory course for every sword cultivator in Qingyun Mountain at that time, so that these sword cultivators could have powerful melee ability even without swords in their hands.

Over the years, Chang Hao only practiced the Destruction Attack to outsiders, but since he went to school, his grandfather would use his holidays to teach him various swordsmanship in the old house.

Chang Ge doesn't like swordsmanship. The old man also thinks that her attainments in mechanical engineering and physics are already amazing. There is no need to learn swords. Specialization is the king. Therefore, the important task of "learning swords well and protecting my sister in the future" naturally fell on Chang Hao. Moreover, the old man also thought in his heart that the Human Emperor had the identity of the Supreme Sword Dao. As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dog son, you must practice it!

This has to talk about the human emperor bloodline and the dragon clan bloodline in Chang Hao's body.

When he was a child, he wanted to raise a kitten and puppy, but every time he approached those little animals, those little guys who didn't have time to run away would be shocked by the uncontrollable dragon power on his body. For some reason, he went to the vegetable market with his grandfather to buy vegetables. As soon as he entered the gate, the chickens, ducks, fish and shrimps in the entire vegetable market had a brief false death, and the cats and dogs in the pet shop on the roadside were also shot innocently.

When Chang Hao was a child, four big characters were written on the horizontal and vertical lines.

It's too difficult for me.

This is not Xiacheng University, and there are no outsiders. Chang Hao simply broke a pine branch and gestured as a sword.

The sword technique he practiced was called Yan Fan. The name was very artistic, and the sword danced even more artistic. Although it was just a piece of pine branches, it also danced into the wind for a while. The green pine branches beside the cliff rustled in the wind.

The only thing Chang Hao didn't know about Yan Hui's sword technique was its power.

The number of monks in the Dharma-Ending Age is extremely rare, and ordinary street gangsters are not worthy of his use of Yan Hui, and he has never mentioned the real sword that has been used by Yan Hui, so he still does not know whether this sword technique is as scattered as the old man praises.

In fact, after practicing swords for so many years, Chang Hao sometimes feels that these sword techniques may not be created by him. Even though he has learned eighty or ninety minutes, he always feels that it is not so meaningful.

My dad passed down the sword technique and took a lively and elegant path. In today's words, he followed the ancient method and was a sword technique that could represent the peak of that era.

But Chang Hao always feels that he is actually more suitable for taking the path of being strong and domineering. Not only does he think so, but Chang Ge also thinks so. The reason is probably because the dragon genes in their bodies are ready to move, subtly making the brother and sister like to "directly". Anyway, this is not a bad thing.

Based on Yan Hui's tricks, he created a sword technique that focuses on killing in private, but because it is just a prototype at this stage, he plans to continue polishing for a while.

"Yan Hui was one of the few secret sword techniques in Qingyun Mountain back then. I didn't expect to see them here today." An old voice came from a path next to the cliff.

"Abbot?" Chang Hao looked back when he heard the voice and saw the old Taoist priest who had met once, wearing a Taoist robe that was washed until white, and his feet were coming in the morning light.

"The old Taoist has seen the young master." The old Taoist priest, who is the Qingyun Mountain Taoist Temple, stepped forward without saying anything else, bowed directly to pay homage, and caught Chang Hao off guard.

Chang Hao was stunned at that time, thinking that I had done nothing, why did I become a young master after I turned into a sense of consciousness? He hurried to support the old Taoist priest, but found that he could not be able to raise his head no matter what. Then he realized that he had a foundation-building cultivation level.

After a long time, the old Taoist priest raised his head and saw that the young "young master" was still confused. Then he explained with a smile: "Young master doesn't know that although the head of Qingyun Mountain in the past was not your father, your father respected him as the Human Emperor. After the old head retreated to the second line, he used his own strength to support the resistance line headed by Qingyun Mountain. The great contribution of his contribution lasted for thousands of years. It is appropriate to call you "Young Master" and it is reasonable. Otherwise, what else would I have to face with Senior Shenlong?"

Since the old Taoist priest was able to say this, it means that he not only knew the truth buried in the long river of history, but also knew his grandfather’s true identity. Only then did Chang Hao understand why his grandfather arranged for the brother and sister to come to Qingyun Mountain.

For this, I'm afraid it's the current scene.

Chang Hao knew that he could not push it off, so he had to abide by the title of young master.

Although I don’t know what this title is useful, it is at least quite intimidating.

If she was the young master, wouldn’t Chang Ge be the princess? Chang Hao thought, fortunately, Chang Ge was born in this legal society, otherwise, with her crazy and playful temperament, she would become the princess of the ancient super sect. God knows how lawless she can be?

When Chang Hao and the old abbot returned to their residence, a bowl of fried egg noodles with wild vegetables and green onions were already placed on the table, and a pair of chopsticks made of peeling branches were neatly arranged. Chang Ge sat at the other end of the table and looked at him with a smile.

Grandpa once said that when they were young, their brother and sister's father had the cooking skills of making all the gods in the sky drool. God has always been fair. Chang Hao inherited his father's outstanding talent for using swords, while Chang Ge perfectly inherited his father's cooking skills.

Although this place is a mountain where there is no village or shop in front of the village, Chang Ge has a pair of eyes that are good at discovering ingredients and skillful hands who are good at cooking delicious food. It is said that behind every successful man there is a woman who silently gives. Chang Ge is the skillful woman who can always serve a bowl of nourishing medicinal meal in time after his brother finishes his practice.

College classmates all said that she was a complete brother, the kind of person who was super heavy.

Chang Hao sat down in front of the bowl and asked jokingly: "Where did the noodles and eggs come from?"

"In the morning, I used a small drone to investigate the surrounding situation and found that it was very close to the back kitchen of the Taoist temple, so I used the drone to get some of your favorite food from the back kitchen." Chang Ge rubbed the storage ring on her hand filled with many high-tech things.

It is not easy to practice the destruction every day, not to mention that he practiced the Yanhui sword technique for a while today. At this time, he was already hungry and picked up the chopsticks and feasted. Chang Ge walked around behind him to help him take off his wet shirt, sat next to him and took up a slightly hot towel to wipe his sweat carefully. Seeing that the old man was eating quickly, he smiled and said that there was not enough in the pot.

The old abbot standing at the door of the wing smelled the rich fragrance of egg noodles in the air, and then watched the young master swaying his arms and eating, and finally couldn't help swallowing a unwilling saliva.

The stinky brats in the Taoist temple have cooked egg noodles for more than ten years, and compared with this girl, they are all cooked to the ghost! It’s so annoying that people are more popular!

Chang Hao looked up and held back his smile and said to Chang Ge: "Don't be stingy, give the abbot a bowl."

A bowl of egg noodles was served to the abbot. The abbot looked closely and saw that the wild vegetables and green onions were quite large, but the only thing missing was the golden fried egg in the young master bowl.

Chang Ge wrapped his hands around his chest, "I only took one egg, only my brother can eat it."

The old abbot picked up the chopsticks and smiled bitterly, thinking that he would be lucky enough to eat the noodles cooked by the Emperor's daughter in this life, but he was too unsatisfied.

The two sea bowls were quickly swept away, and the old abbot no longer stayed. He took out an ancient book from his arms like a magic trick and handed it over. Chang Hao hurriedly took it and found that the ancient book paper had a tendency to become brittle due to its age. If he flipped it hard, it would probably turn the entire ancient book into a handful of ashes.

The ancient book covers the righteous book contains the three words "Qingjing".

"Although the old senior Shenlong has a profound cultivation level, the young master's cultivation level is still shallow. Senior Shenlong was born into the Dragon Clan and did not have much knowledge of the primary exercises at the beginning of the human race's cultivation. Although the old senior can take action to directly improve your cultivation, doing so is tantamount to helping grow, which is harmful and useless to future practices. Cultivation depends not only on the strength of spiritual power and the level of realm, but also on the realm. Therefore, the old Taoist boldly speculated that the reason why the old senior asked you to come to Qingyun Mountain was to find a mental method suitable for your practice."

The old abbot said kindly: "This "Qingjing Sutra" is a famous mental method in both the Qi training and the Foundation Building Realm. I see that the two young masters have full spiritual power, strong qi and blood, and smooth circulation of the sky. However, there is a good mental method to adjust the state of mind. As long as the state of mind and spiritual power advance together, the foundation building realm will be close to you."

The old abbot was a man with wisdom and quickly figured out Mr. Chang's ideas. At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the blood of the Human Emperor is worthy of being the most noble blood on this Jiuzhou land, which is really enviable.

You should know that the Wudang Mountain Longhu Mountain, which is the most popular in Taoism, is that those old real people and the old gods who live over 100 are only in the middle and late stages of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Now only two young men, who are seventeen or eighteen years old, have put half their feet on the threshold of the Foundation Establishment Realm. How can he not sigh that the Yangtze River pushes the previous waves?

Times have changed.

The old man walked to the trail down the mountain and said to Chang Hao: "Young Master, I know that you will not stay for long when you come to Qingyun Mountain this time, and even the earth under our feet cannot keep you for too long. Although Qingyun is no longer as glorious as it was five thousand years ago, please don't forget that in the distance of the starry sky, there are still countless people in Qingyun waiting for you silently."

"Young Master, have you heard this call all over the mountains?"

The old man closed his eyes and placed his hands beside his ears.

Chang Hao took a deep breath and put himself in the wind, his thoughts gradually faded away.

In the reflection of the spiritual consciousness, there seemed to be a black figure with wide shoulders standing in front of the Qingyun Mountain Hall, looking back at him from afar, and that moment seemed to be frozen.

"Yes." He smiled faintly.
Chapter completed!