Vol 3 Chapter 1269: Bad roots

　　 Ten years passed quickly, and the little girl grew up from the airport to a slim girl. Even if the clothes in the village were rustic, she couldn't conceal the beauty of the little girl. I don't know how many people of the same age secretly lost their souls.
Over the years, she has been insisting on cultivating. Apart from cultivating every day, she is always looking forward to her brother's return. However, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. Her brother has not returned for many years. Only Fang Jiyuan is in the fifth. I came here once a year ago, saying that it was Da Zhuang who asked him to report peace. When the selection of the gods was over, he would return to his hometown.
　　 On this day, the little girl who was practicing in the back mountain suddenly stood up and shouted in place, her beautiful voice echoing in the mountains and forests.
　　 She didn't care about anything else, she jumped between the old trees in a vigorous body, but in a moment she returned home from the back mountain.
　　 As soon as she pushed the door, the little girl said excitedly: "Uncle, I have successfully developed the ‘Bitter Sea’."
　　 There seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes, and a touch of crying could be heard in her voice.
After a full ten years of practice day and night, she officially stepped into the first realm of practice. This is still the help of the power of origin. If she only insists on practicing for 30 to 50 years, she can open up the sea of ​​suffering. , Become a monk.
　　 The ten years of practice has also made the little girl deeply realize that the master of the Yuhua God Dynasty said it was good, and her roots were not even comparable to ordinary people.
　　 "After opening up the sea of ​​suffering, I am a monk in the sea of ​​chaos."
　　 The old and weak words came out, and in just one sentence, the old man could be heard coughing several times.
　　Uncle Lin smiled and said: "Come on, now that the sea of ​​suffering has been completed, it is time to move towards the fountain of life."
　　 Achieving the realm of the sea of ​​suffering, the little girl's insight is much sharper than before, and she can hear Uncle Lin's weakness at once.
　　 She was anxious in her heart, but she couldn't do anything about it. In the end, she gritted her teeth, and even the joy of breakthrough after ten years of hard work was diluted.
　　 Even if the old eyes are dim and cannot see the sight too far away, Uncle Lin can guess what the little girl is thinking at this time. The old man has raised the little girl for more than ten years, and the emotional changes in the little girl’s heart cannot be hidden from him.
　　 "Girl, don't worry, your uncle won't die before becoming a fairy, isn't this going for another ten years."
Uncle Lin coughed several times, and said, "But Uncle's mouth is not as good as it was in the past. You can't eat anything that is too hard. You don't have to bring back game when you finish your practice. The smell is drooling, but it's a pity that Uncle bites. Not moving anymore."
　　 After talking about this, Uncle Lin chuckled and said, "It would be a blessing if a kid from any family marries a girl. The culinary skills are so exquisite at a young age, making the uncle think of your aunt."
　　 Hearing this, the little girl was immediately embarrassed and stamped her feet on the ground. This caused cracks to spread, and her strength far exceeded the strong man.
　　 "Drink porridge!"
　　 The little girl had a cold face, and it was vaguely visible that there was a crimson blush under her icy jade face. She put on her apron and went to the kitchen.
　　 Uncle Lin wanted to stand up to help, but perhaps the speed was too fast, so he accidentally twisted his waist and groaned while sitting on the bed.
While grinning in pain, Uncle Lin remembered something. He sighed and said: "The story of the young man emperor was never told to you. It seems that after getting in touch with real practice, he is not interested in these stories of uncle. "
　　 The busy little girl had a meal, and she whispered: "I have been concentrating on cultivating for those years, and now I have broken through. I just have time to continue listening."
　　 "Oh, I have to be old."
　　 Uncle Lin lay on the bed with his waist, and told the story of the young emperor.
　　 "In the world named Eight Domains, there is a country named Shiguo in the Waste Land."
　　 "The Emperor of the Stone Kingdom is young and promising, and he is the world's top master at a young age, but not many people believe that the Emperor of the Stone Kingdom has gone through many hardships before he became the Emperor of the People."
　　 "All of this must be talked about more than ten years ago..."
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Half an hour later, Uncle Lin looked at the food on the table and touched his beard. He looked at the little girl and said with expectation: "Girl, didn't uncle tell you some cooking-related stories? You can't be satisfied The current cooking skills must continue to work hard."
　　 After thinking about it for a while, the little girl who just wanted to pick up dishes said speechlessly: "Uncle, no one can make bright dishes."
"Those golden dishes, after others eat them, the clothes will burst open, and there will be a series of unexplained moans. How can a normal person do it a little bit? Only a practitioner with a unique hobby can do it. That kind of very strong practitioner, at least so much better than me."
　　 The little girl said and gestured with her index finger and thumb.
Although she has not been able to become a monk in the past two years, her skills are not comparable to that of ordinary people. She will go to the city every three or five years to inquire about some common sense of the spiritual world. Now she probably knows how many secrets the real practitioner has. .
While talking, the little girl propped her chin with one hand and said: "Several Venerable-level monsters fought, causing blood to flow in a river of blood in a radius of 100,000 miles. Any monster that appears in reality may defeat the saint, maybe only Only the ancient emperor can suppress it."
　　 She still remembers that at the end of the tomb of the gods, the bright continent, which was refined by Chennan into a water-blue planet, was less than 30,000 miles in diameter. It was the hometown of the gods and a battlefield of cutting the sky.
　　 Doesn't this mean that any strange beast may have approached the Heaven Guards? At least the heavenly masters do not have such terrifying power.
Uncle Lin coughed: "The Sky-Swallowing Sparrows swallowed tens of millions of people in one bite. Although it is not clear how powerful the saints are, they may not be much weaker than the Sky-Swallowing Sparrows since they are named "Holy". "
　　 The little girl turned her eyes slightly, and said curiously: "The four-headed beasts, UU reading www.uukahnshu.com is the strongest among the nobles?"
　　 Uncle Lin thought about the Venerable Realm Tianjiao who are qualified to enter the Immortal Ancient Small World, and nodded without conscience.
　　 He then added: "It's only weaker than the young emperor. When the uncle finishes speaking, you will know that they are second only to the gods."
　　 "Eat girl first."
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　　 a few days later.
After listening to the finale of the story, the little girl was a little silent. She sighed: "Shi Hao was so enchanting, but in the end he died in the hands of the gods of the upper realm, but fought violently against the seven gods in the body of the venerable. The seven gods beheaded one by one..."
The little girl has learned some experience in this story, that is, no matter how talented a person is, once he dies, he can only live in the hearts of others, but time is ruthless, and time will wash everything away, and sooner or later. No one will remember this emperor one day.
　　 "Before you act, you must do what you can..."
　　 The little girl muttered to herself, she remembered this deeply.
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