Chapter 113 Three Talents Complete Xiao Zhoutian

  【Ranking in the travel context, ninety-seven. 】

  This is Jiang Wang's final result in the matchmaking battle in the illusion, he rushed into the top 100.

  In the last few battles, he won with serious injuries, and if he did it again, he might not be able to do it again.

   Jiang Wang understood that this was his current limit.

  There is a line of small print after this message: the top 100~50, for each day, ten points will be awarded.

  But it has nothing to do with Jiang Wang, he decided to attack Zhou Tianjing today.

  It is true that he still has the potential to be tapped in the Yumai realm, such as using the stage and his remaining 2800 points to deduce the more powerful Taoism that he can master at this stage. For example, waiting for the four spirits' body refining to become a success.

   But compared to the cultivation base itself, these are just side branches.

  Zhen Wudi is proficient in many types of Taoism. It is not that he has infinite energy, nor is it that he is stuck in the Youmai realm and cannot move forward. But he is really talented, most of the Taoist skills are learned and mastered after a while, and it doesn't require too much energy at all.

   However, even such a genius has been polishing his little Zhou Tian, ​​thinking about what kind of junior is the most suitable. These were learned when the two chatted.

   But for Jiang Wang, his small week is a matter of course.

  Like the flame flower, the seed germinates and blooms naturally.

  He feels the greatness of life more and more.

  ……

   Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, his mind sinking in the Tongtian Palace.

  The crazy battle match in the too illusory realm is to see the limit that one can reach before breaking the realm. When Xiao Zhou's day came to perfection, he chose to go down the river. It does not force the invincibility in the travel context.

  The two galaxy spirals constructed by Jiang Wang are the solar spiral and the lunar spiral.

  Now the third Dao Xuan, naturally the stars, return to the galaxy universe.

  The first rotation is the sun, and the stars of the week are formed from the sun. Sunrise and the world will be bright.

  The second rotation is the moon, and the lunar star is almost related to him. Only the bright moon can follow the original heart.

  The third circle is a star, and the sun and the moon are in the galaxy.

  The sun, moon and galaxy are traversing celestial bodies and the universe is infinite.

  When the last Dao Yuan is embedded, the Zhoutian star formation is lit up again, and the star swirl is completed.

  Tongtian Palace dome, the sun, moon and stars rotate around, beautiful.

  So Xiao Zhoutian was consummated.

  The sun, moon, and stars shine through the Tongtian Palace.

  Jiang Wang could clearly perceive that Tongtian Palace had "expanded".

   is not just a spatial meaning.

  He can now engrave a familiar Dao technique on the dome and freeze his first instant Dao technique.

  Of course, this Taoism can only be fireworks.

  Zhuangli Yongtai fourteen years, November 24th. Jiang Wang established the third Daoxuan. Complete the small weekly cycle. Formally stepped into the Zhoutian realm.

  Engraving instant Dao Shu, firework.

  It took him four months from the opening of the vein to the laying of the foundation. However, it only took him two months to go from the Youmai Realm to the Zhoutian Realm. This is in response to the choice he made before laying the foundation.

  Today’s fruit is yesterday’s cause.

  ……

  When the courtyard door creaked and was pushed open.

  Wang Changji sighed helplessly: "Why are you back again? Is the county courtyard so easy to practice?"

   Turning his head from the recliner as he spoke, he was seeing the old man coming into the yard.

  All his expressions were withdrawn, and his lips pressed.

  The fat orange cat was lying on his stomach, lazily licking its paws.

  The old man is in good spirits, and his steps are steady and strong.

  He groaned from his nostrils: "Why, when I see my own father, I can't even say hello?"

   "Father." Wang Changji shouted very calmly.

  This attitude made the old man even more unhappy, so he snorted again: "Teasing wild cats all day, reading idle books, not doing business!"

  Wang Changji didn’t even argue that Xiaoju was not a wild cat, but stroked its fat head without saying a word.

  The old man held his hand and walked for two steps before he commanded: “Recently, there is a lack of a steward in the accountant. You have read some books anyway, and you have experienced it in the past.”

   "Don't go."

   "Why don't you go?" The old man frowned: "Your Wang Changji is more noble than the others, so you don't have any mundane duties?"

   "The son is cool in nature, he can't do anything well, and he doesn't want to do anything. Father, please come back."

  "Who are you going to drive? What you eat and wear, which is not Lao Tzu's?"

   "I move." Wang Changji got up from the couch, hugged the orange cat and walked out.

  I didn’t organize anything and didn’t want to bring anything.

  "Stop!" The old man was furious, and pointed his finger on his forehead: "Aren't you trying to **** me off?"

  Wang Changji took a step back slightly, letting the old man's finger leave his forehead. He whispered softly: "I don't understand. I read books every day to tease the cat. I grow vegetables, cook and cook. Who is in the way? How angry are you?"

   "You are my Wang Lianshan's son, so you can't be a waste to eat and wait to die!"

   "Trash? Ha, trash..." Wang Changji lowered his head and scratched the fat cat in his arms: "Look at your trash."

  In fact, the eyebrows of the two fathers and sons are quite similar. Ignoring the content of their conversation, this scene of staying alone in the small courtyard is unexpectedly very harmonious. But compared to the anger in Wang Lianshan's eyes, Wang Changji's eyes were too calm.

  Wang Lianshan controlled his temper and said stiffly: "Your brother is very talented and the seed of cultivation. Since you can't practice, you will take on mundane duties. I'm getting older too..."

  Wang Changji interrupted his rare warmth: "Farewell. You are a Zhoutian monk. If nothing else, you can't die if I die."

  Wang Lianshan has always been accustomed to speaking in his clan. The only time he was attacked and suspected in his life was to invest a lot of resources on the eldest son, but eventually cultivated a waste.

  Fortunately, the youngest son Wang Changxiang grew up quickly, and his prestige has long been unshakable now.

At this time, he could no longer restrain his temper, and said angrily: "How clear do you want me to say? You are like a trash now, besides worrying your brother, what good effect can you do? He will come back every few days. Once you, do you know how fierce the county court competition is?"

   "I said why you suddenly cared about me..." Wang Changji smiled slightly, "That's it!"

   "Otherwise, who wants to take care of you? I am too lazy to take care of you as your waste, but if you have affected Changxiang's practice, carefully I will break your leg!"

   "You are not allowed to say that to my brother!"

   is the voice of Wang Changxiang.

  At that time, he was standing outside the courtyard gate, in the dust. The sunset is behind him, and it will sink.

  The face that was used to being gentle is now flooded with anger.

   "Bastard!" Wang Lianshan turned around and furious: "How did you talk to your father?"

  "I'm sorry. Father." Wang Changxiang lowered his head subconsciously to admit his mistake, but quickly raised his head again: "But I can pay for what my brother eats and wears. You don't interfere with his life anymore."

  Wang Lianshan was silent for a while. "He is up to him if he is willing to do waste. But you remember your duty! The clan provides resources for you to practice, not for three days of fishing and two days of netting!"

  "I will try my best to practice." Wang Changxiang said earnestly: "Also, don't call him waste."

   "One by one, the wings are hard!" Wang Lianshan walked away: "I don't care. Do whatever you want!"

  The two brothers watched his back and walked out of the yard.

  "Why are you stopping him?" Wang Changji said lightly, "I was a waste."

  Wang Changxiang immediately turned his head and looked at him: "You are not!"

  Looking at his younger brother’s stubborn expression, Wang Changji couldn’t help but smile: “Okay, I’m not.”

  He flicked the orange cat's head with his fingers, "It is."

  Little Orange didn't understand what these boring humans were talking about, but twisted in Wang Changji's arms and gave a low meow.

  This world seems to be a little bit angry at last.

  　 Thanks to bookmates A, B, B, C, Ding 42, book friends, crazy stray dogs for their rewards!

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)