Three days later.

The jade rabbit retreats, and the golden crow rises!

Early in the morning.

Cheng Liu quickly walked to the cemetery in the village, looked at the ancestor kneeling in front of Grandpa Taizu and Grandma Taizu, and whispered:

"Old Ancestor..."

Hearing words.

Cheng Buzheng took a deep look at the tombstone!

Then, he stood up, turned around, and said in a low voice:

"Let's go!"

Cheng Liu followed the ancestor's steps and walked outward.

Far away from his parents' grave, Cheng Buzheng paused.

A thought moves.

A stream of light came out from his back.

A very powerful beast appeared in front of Cheng Buzheng!

Xiaoro roared at Cheng Buzheng with grievance, and then it noticed Cheng Liu behind Cheng Buzheng. After feeling the weak spiritual pressure from the other party, a hint of humanized disdain appeared in the beast's eyes.

The contempt is obviously visible!

"alright!"

Cheng Buzheng patted Xiaoro's head and said.

Cheng Liu did not expect that the ancestor actually had such a powerful spiritual beast.

As for the contempt of the ancestor spirit beast, he completely ignored it.

This is the sense of superiority that a strong man has when facing a weak monk!

This is also the norm in the world of immortal cultivation.

Cheng Liu felt the pressure coming to his face, and he knew clearly that this was definitely a second-level spirit beast.

"It seems that I have underestimated the ancestor. A cultivator who can keep a second-level spirit beast in captivity must not be underestimated."

Cheng Liu thought to himself.

When he first saw the ancestor, he felt the mighty pressure and knew that the ancestor was a cultivator in the foundation-building stage. At that time, he thought that the ancestor was at most at the peak of the early stage of foundation-building.

After all, the ancestor has only been practicing for more than 60 years, but now it seems that the ancestor's cultivation is far more than that.

"The ancestor's thighs must be held tightly in the future!"

Cheng Liu said in his heart.

He knew many benefits of having thighs to hold, especially for him, a low-level monk.

I just don’t know if the ancestor’s thigh is hugged by him.

Thinking of this, Cheng Liu couldn't help but feel a little headache.

At the same time, Cheng Buzheng noticed a look of astonishment flashing in Cheng Liu's eyes, and he also understood in his heart that the younger generation was surprised by Xiaoro's strength.

Then, he said lightly:

"let's go!"

Cheng Buzheng lightly tapped his feet, so he soared into the air, sitting cross-legged on Xiaohou's back, and Cheng Liu followed the ancestor to sit on his back.

Xiaohou sensed that the weak monk dared to sit on his back. He couldn't help but roar. Only the master can sit on his back, but no one else can do it.

Cheng Buzheng felt Xiaohou get angry and quickly comforted him.

Cheng Liu, who was sitting on Xiaoro's back, immediately knew that the reason why the spirit beast got angry was very likely because of himself.

At this moment, he was even more worried and looked at his ancestor with embarrassment.

Cheng Buzheng connected his heart and shouted, telling the story of his own descendant and his descendant, and he wanted to protect his descendants and so on...

Communication is completed!

After Xiaohou also understood the relationship, a look of absurdity appeared in the beast's eyes.

After thinking that the young monk was his junior, he was no longer angry, but instead shouted happily, as if he was saying that I also had a junior.

See this.

Cheng Buzheng showed a smile on his lips.

Cheng Liu, who was sitting on Xiaohou's back, was thinking about whether to go down and rush to control the magic weapon.

suddenly.

He heard the pleasant roar. Although he didn't know why there was such a huge contrast between the front and the back, he knew it must be the reason for the ancestor.

A little roar in a happy mood, his hind limbs bent slightly, jumped upwards, and rushed like above.

At the same time, the wide scale wings stretched out from both ribs and turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

Cheng Liu, who was sitting on the back of the Thunder Roar Beast, saw the scenery quickly retreating.

"It's worthy of being a second-level spirit beast! It's so fast!"

He muttered secretly in his heart.

If you are rushing at this speed, you can reach Qinglingfang in at most two hours.

When I thought of driving my magic weapon, it would take at least several days to arrive.

It is not difficult to find out from this that the speed of high-level monks' travel is by no means comparable to that of low-level monks.

Just as Cheng Liu sighed, he got closer and closer to Qinglingfang.

A ray of inspiration passed by the sky, leaving behind a long and straight dragon of air waves.

One hour later.

Ten miles outside Qinglingfang, a stream of light slid from the sky.

The inspiration dissipates.

Two people appeared on the ground, one beast.

The little roar turned into a spiritual light consciously and shot into Cheng Buzheng's back. It didn't want to stay in the dark and uncomfortable spiritual beast bag.

"Let's go!"

Cheng Buzheng said lightly.

One by one, one by one, the two walked towards the entrance and exit of Qinglingfang.

Entering the market, passing by the crowd, and coming to a teahouse.

Cheng Liu whispered in a low voice to Cheng Buzheng not far away:

"Old ancestor, this is the place where we meet."

"In half a day, it's time to be agreed."

Cheng Buzheng nodded.

Then he came to the second floor and sat down at a table near the window.

I ordered a few dishes and a pot of spiritual tea.

From time to time, I took a sip and looked down at the monks passing by on the street.

Cheng Liu came directly to the private room where he was appointing and waited.

The sun rises at the beginning and reaches the middle of the scorching sun!

There were more monks on the streets and became much more lively.

Just then.

A middle-aged monk wearing a black robe, wide shoulders and long hands, and a burly figure walked towards the teahouse.

Cheng Buzheng thoughts.

A faint green lotus appeared in each of his eyes and glanced at the middle-aged monk.

Then the green lotus in his eyes disappeared, and his eyes returned to the dishes in front of him.

Cheng Buzheng frowned and drank a sip of spiritual tea.

The spiritual consciousness moves slightly.

In a private room on the second floor.

Cheng Liu was playing with the tea cup in his hand when suddenly the spiritual energy in front of him was churning, and a portrait was outlined in front of him, as if an invisible big hand was fiddling with it.

This portrait is exactly the same as the burly middle-aged monk.
To be continued...