Mr. Gao Leng is a dragon

Shouting outside, two white and slender bodies intertwined and hugged each other on the big bed in the bedroom in the courtyard.

At this time, Hei Lin had recovered his human form, his strong arms hugged Qiu Shi's back tightly, and his chin rested lightly on Qiu Shi's head.

After three days and three nights of entanglement with Qiushi, he finally had fun, but he was also exhausted, and he was sleeping soundly at this time!

But after all his cultivation is so advanced, even with the enchantment, he can still hear the movement outside, especially Fat San's shout.

Fat San's throats were almost hoarse, and they were about to take a rest, when suddenly a thunderclap sounded: "Why are you yelling like this, disturbing my cultivation?"

Fat San was overjoyed, and hurriedly shouted: "Master Patriarch, there is no water in Weicheng, and the people have been thirsty for four days. If you don't come out, the people will die of thirst..."

Hei Lin opened his blood-red eyes and was about to lose his temper, but when he saw Qiu Shi, the anger in his heart could not be expressed again.

Qiushi sleeps peacefully and well-behaved, and he can't bear to wake him up.

As soon as he pulled out his arm, he saw Qiushi's eyeballs rolling under his eyelids, as if he was about to wake up, his heart tightened, and he stretched out his hand to the ground, his torn robes quickly returned to their original state, and flew away Come over and put it on him automatically.

After he finished dressing himself, he helped Qiushi dress and put on shoes. Before he could comb his hair, Qiushi's eyelashes fluttered and his eyes opened.

Qiu Shi opened his eyes, blankly looking at Hei Lin standing beside the bed.

His back was sore and numb, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his buttocks, but his mind was in a daze, and he didn't know what happened, so he asked in a daze, "Patriarch, you..."

Why is the grandfather wearing his hair?

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt the aura in his dantian tumbling.

Seeing that he opened his mouth and the aura burst out from the top of his head, Hei Lin was overjoyed.

Qiushi is about to build a foundation.

But Zeng Xuliang was still yelling outside.

Now that the patriarch has woken up, Fat San didn't dare to yell anymore, lest the patriarch be angry.But Zeng Xuliang couldn't wait, and couldn't afford to wait, so he continued to shout at the top of his voice.

After shouting a few times, he heard a "buzz", the enchantment he had been slapping suddenly disappeared, and the cold voice of the head of the underworld sounded in his head: "What's the noise?"

Zeng Xuliang was overjoyed.

The head of the underworld finally responded?

He rushed inside and shouted: "Headmaster, hurry up and get rid of the demons! My father and the others are about to sacrifice boys and girls..."

Sacrifice?Hei Lin looked sideways at Qiushi who was meditating on the bed.

If Qiu Shi knew about this, he would definitely be sad.

But he didn't have time to get rid of the demon at this time, Qiushi was about to build a foundation, and he had to protect the law.

"This seat is at a critical juncture in cultivation, and I don't have time."

Hearing that he didn't have time, Zeng Xuliang was about to burst into tears: "But the people in Weicheng will die of thirst if they don't have any water to drink, and those virgin boys and girls will be sacrificed soon..."

Hei Lin pondered for a moment, and said: "I cast a spell to make rain first, and after I come out of retreat, I will get rid of that evildoer."

Zeng Xuliang heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the spell cast rain.

Although it is not to eliminate the demon forever, but the rain can solve the urgent need at this time, and it is also a good way.

"Okay, head of the underworld, just wait, I'm going to prepare the incense case for casting the spell."

Hei Lin was about to say no.

It's raining, a spell, no need for those foolish people.

It can be seen that Qiushi frowned slightly, and the spiritual power in his dantian seemed to be a little disordered, and he had no time to say the words that were about to stop Zeng Xuliang.

He raised his hand and put his palm on Qiushi's back, sending his spiritual power into Qiushi's dantian, suppressing the rushing spiritual power.

Then he took out the elixir made from the inner alchemy of the fox demon from his sleeve and stuffed it into Qiushi's mouth.

It is difficult for a monk to build a foundation if his body is broken, but with the elixir refined by the inner alchemy of the fox demon, there is no problem.

At this time, the yamen meeting hall was noisy and preparing for the sacrifice. Suddenly, it was heard that the master invited by the eldest son was going to cast a spell to make it rain. Immediately, everyone flocked to the outside of the small courtyard.

The incense table has been set up, but there is no movement in the courtyard.

Zeng Zhizhou asked his eldest son in a low voice: "What about the head of the underworld? Why didn't he come out?"

Zeng Xuliang explained: "Father, the head of the underworld is retreating..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhou Tongpan, who had always been at odds with Zhizhou, sneered and said, "My lord, what is this pretending to do? The incense table is set up and you haven't come out yet, so you're not ashamed to face people!"

The patriarch was so slandered, Fat San's heart was filled with anger, and he said to the judge: "Stop talking nonsense, my Ziyun Temple patriarch said that if you can eliminate demons, you can eliminate demons, and if you can rain, you can rain."

The judge retorted: "What about the rain?"

"Isn't it a bluff, trying to cheat money?"

Zeng Xuliang couldn't bear it anymore, and he didn't care that Zhou Tongpan was his elder and his father's colleague. He scolded angrily: "Zhou Tongpan, the head of the underworld didn't take any money to exterminate demons in Weicheng. Why do you want to slander me so badly?"

Zhou Tongju still wanted to taunt, when suddenly there was a scolding voice from the sky: "Presumptuous!"

The sound was like thunder, and everyone trembled in fright, especially the Tong Judgment, whose hearts almost jumped out of their throats in fright.

After the thunder exploded, a purple light rose from the small courtyard and shot straight into the sky.Suddenly there was lightning and thunder, the sky instantly became gloomy, the clouds gathered, and the clouds were pressed down like a pot lid.

This is this...

The crowd was stunned.

Is it really going to rain?

Zeng Xuliang was overjoyed immediately.

The mafia leader is mighty.

Grandfather mighty.

After a while, the sky began to rain.

Zeng Xuliang Fat Three shouted: "It's raining, it's raining..."

Zeng Zhizhou was so happy that he stroked his beard: "Now the people of Weicheng are saved."

The rain became heavier and heavier, and it poured down in an instant, splashing the ground, and pouring everyone into drowned chickens.

Zeng Xuliang bowed deeply to the gate of the courtyard: "Thank you for the rain, Chief Underworld."

Then he pushed his father back to the main courtyard to change clothes: "Father, go back quickly! This is the twelfth lunar month! Don't catch a cold..."

The crowd dispersed in a rush, and went home to order their mothers-in-law and children to fetch water.Only Fat San was left standing under the eaves, wiping the rainwater off his face with his sleeve, and said with a smile, "Master Patriarch is really powerful. He can call the wind and call the rain, and he is omnipotent in slaying demons and demons."

The torrential rain fell for a full day and night. Not only was there water in the Weishui River, but the wells in the people's homes were also full, the water tanks were also full, and all pots, pans, and pans that could hold water were filled.

The next morning the dark clouds finally cleared and the sun came out.

The people were overjoyed, washing beans and cooking porridge.

Today is Laba Festival, it's time to cook Laba porridge

There was finally movement in the small courtyard of Zhizhou Mansion.

When Qiushi opened his eyes, he felt the sunlight outside the window was dazzling, and there was no one in the room.

There is no patriarch, nor Xiao Huang.

"Master Patriarch..." His heart sank at first, and then started beating wildly.

His memory still stays in the night when the snow fell heavily and he practiced sword under the red plum tree.

He was talking to the patriarch when suddenly his vision went dark and he fainted.

As for what happened?Very dazed.

Were they plotted against?

Where is the grandfather?

He got up and was about to find someone, but he was pulled by a hand, and a deep and unfamiliar voice sounded behind him: "Qiu Shi."

It's the grandpa!Qiu Shi breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly turned around to look behind her.

The patriarch was in a black robe, with a smile in his eyes, looking straight at him.

Qiu Shi's heart felt hot, and he grabbed his arm and asked eagerly, "Master Patriarch, are you alright?"

He was frightened just now, and when he opened his eyes, he couldn't see the patriarch. He thought something happened to the patriarch?

Seeing concern in his eyes, Hei Lin's heart warmed, he stroked his hair, and said with a light smile, "Of course I'm fine."

Qiu Shi stared at Hei Lin for a moment.

The patriarch is still so good-looking, in good spirits, and with a wonderful complexion.But it was different from usual, there seemed to be a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, and a hint of spring on his face.

It looks even more amazingly beautiful.

For a while, Qiu Shi was afraid to look at such a patriarch with a look of spring.

He quickly lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "Master Patriarch, what happened that night? Why did the disciple faint suddenly? Did someone surprise us?"

Hei Lin put his arms around him and said with a smile, "Qiu Shi, do you know that you have built a foundation?"

"Building a foundation?" Qiu Shi raised his face and looked at Hei Lin in disbelief: "But this disciple has only reached the tenth level of Qi training!"

Hei Lin held his shoulder: "You poke into Dantian to have a look."

Qiu Shi half believed, sat up straight and closed his eyes in meditation, his spiritual consciousness penetrated into his dantian.

Sure enough, the dantian was quite different from before, a glowing lotus seed floating above the spiritual power.

This is the foundation?

He opened his eyes and asked in surprise, "Patriarch, is that the lotus seed?"

Hei Lin nodded: "Yes! When the lotus seeds get bigger and bigger and slowly form alchemy, it will be the golden alchemy stage."

Although he saw it with his own eyes, Qiu Shi still couldn't believe it: "How...how is this possible? Patriarch, the brothers in Ziyun Palace have cultivated for many years and are still at the first level of Qi training. Why is it that disciples... it's only been a short month ah!"

Hei Lin raised his hand, stroked Qiu Shi's loose long hair back gently, and said with a light smile, "Qiu Shi is so talented, how can they compare with Qiu Shi?"

Shuangxiu with him, how can the speed of cultivation be beyond the reach of those idiots in Ziyun Temple?

Qiu Shi was really ashamed: "No, it's not that the disciple is smart, it's that the patriarch is great."

He is really stupid, how can those elders in Purple Cloud Palace compare with the Patriarch?

High teachers naturally produce high apprentices.

"Okay." Hei Lin didn't want to entangle him too much with this matter, and said again: "Since the foundation has been established, get up and practice sword quickly."

Qiu Shi was so shocked by the sudden establishment of the foundation that he didn't realize that he was lying in the arms of the patriarch the whole time, and the two were very intimate.

As soon as he heard about the sword practice, he didn't even bother to pay attention to others, he got out of the patriarch's arms, pulled out Cheng Jiao and went to the courtyard.

He just stood still, and a light and shadow stabbed at him with a sword.

Under the sunlight, the light and shadow could not be seen clearly, and the speed of the sword was fast, ruthless and varied.

Qiushi devoted himself to sword practice.This practice, from sunrise to sunset, finally couldn't resist the eighth light and shadow, and fell to the ground panting.

Hei Lin stretched out his hand to pull him, with a satisfied smile on his face: "Not bad, there is progress!"