Chapter 1644: Two hundred twenty two

Chapter 1644 Chapter 222: The Holy One Cannot
The old master of the royal beast sect is a fairy-like figure in the entire Xihe.
If this kind of handpicking is heard in Longgu, then Cao Yanran's true biography ranks at least to rise to one or two, and the real future is unlimited.
But if this happens, do you think it is because Cao Yanran himself is of sufficient level, or is it not enough because of the old master's hand-picking?
In the world, this is the most common thing in the world. Whether it works or not is unknown. Special conditions, special times, special actions, and the slightest change in anything will change the facts.
And in this change, there is no distraction. To move forward decisively is wisdom, and cautiously, like walking on thin ice is also wisdom.
The old man in the flower jacket saw the wisdom behind Cao Yanran and said that Mao Zong had a successor.
"The baby comes to sit and eat fruit."
Twisting an unusually plump peanut on the gold plate, the old man in the flower jacket handed it to Cao Yanran.
The overjoyed Mao Zongzhen respectfully stepped forward. After sitting on his knees, he took the fruit from the old man with both hands, and solemnly sent it to his mouth to chew.
But peanut nibs are peanut nibs. No matter how big or full it is, adults can't help but chew a few times, but Cao Yanran still chewed more than 30 times before swallowing the already thin paste.
After confirming that there was no tangled fruit in his mouth, Cao Yanran, who was sitting upright, bowed his head and said, "Thank you for the fruit."
This solemn appearance, Cao Changqing, who is constantly picking and eating peanuts, actually doesn’t understand it. In his opinion, the peanuts are made for people to eat. The smelly old man makes so much every day and eats something for his juniors. what happened.
Every time I give others one or two pills, so stingy!
"Smelly doll, don't understand anything!"
The old man in the flower jacket seemed to be able to hear Cao Changqing's heartfelt voice, and said softly, "It's as unruly as you. The old man doesn't have enough peanuts to eat."
Inexplicably, Cao Changqing was really angry. He grabbed two handfuls of peanuts with both hands and stuffed them into his mouth. The two cheeks bulged up like a frog's belly, chewing hard.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Slow down, slow down!"
Seeing Cao Changqing's fierce chewing appearance, the old man in a flowered jacket was shocked, clutching his chest and said with heartache: "That's all there is!"
"Humph!"
Cao Changqing turned his face away, chewing more fiercely, like a file.
"Oh, what kind of evil did the old man commit, and put on such a debt collection doll."
Shaking his head, the old man in the flower jacket forcibly endures the pain of not looking at Guoshan where the top of the hill has been dug away. He turns his head and squeezes a wrinkled and kind expression at Cao Yanran, "Come to practice the practice of dolls, know the difference between the other shore and the holy?"
Hearing the results of the ancestor's test, Cao Yanran's heart shuddered and he straightened his back quickly. After listening to the question, he did not rush to answer, but bowed his head in thought.
The sea of ​​consciousness will be tumbling out from all the memories when he stepped into practice. There are the teachings of the teacher and the comprehension from the ascetic practice. After turning all these realms into the final answer, Cao Yanran still did not rush to answer.
He began to examine this answer, and began to eliminate the parts that he felt was not accurate enough, and when the change was impossible, he said with difficulty.
"Yan Ran thinks that the difference between Bi An and the Most Holy is that the former changes the rules with the permission of heaven and earth, while the latter can cross heaven and earth somewhere and rewrite the rules!"
After speaking, Cao Yanran had a calm expression. Although he was very nervous when thinking and expressing, when he had done everything he wanted to express, he was unexpectedly free and easy.
The old man in the flower jacket seemed to be satisfied with the answer, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Rewriting the rules? Interesting, the doll thought, how far can this rewrite be written?"
"As long as you can think of it, you can change it."
This time, Cao Yanran did not hesitate, but replied straightforwardly: "Yin and Yang can be reversed, the five elements can be confused, the size of the weight depends on the heart, the height and the distance are arbitrary, all things can be born or destroyed by one thought!"
"Haha, hahahaha."
After listening to Cao Yanran's words, the old man in the flower jacket burst into laughter. After the laughter, he asked Cao Yanran again: "Then the baby, what else can't be done by the saint?"
"Can't do it?"
Cao Yanran was stunned, because he hadn't thought about this question at all, so he was unprepared: "Moving mountains and seas, picking stars and moons, mediating good fortune, maybe, perhaps the boundary of the saint is only between life, death, time and space?"
"Wawa thinks things too much."
The old man in the flower jacket squinted his eyes and smiled, spreading his palms in front of Cao Yanran: "The Holy Land is indeed great, but not that great. Even in the Holy Land, there are many things that cannot be done, even if there are some small things."
When the voice fell, the old man in the flower jacket slowly reversed his palm. As the palm slowly turned, the originally sunny spring light actually cast shadows and became darker and darker.
The group of beasts in the Dragon Valley roared and neighed, as if experiencing some kind of horrible omen. Cao Yanran and Cao Changqing looked up at the sky, their mouths opened wide in surprise. It was clear that the golden crow was hanging in the sky, there was no cloud, but the sky was getting darker and darker.
Looking around in panic, only the eternal darkness can be seen at the limit of the eyesight, as if the day suddenly turned into the night, and the sun was just a slightly larger moon.
Between palms, mediating the universe, turning the sun and the moon backwards, is this the Holy King?
Cao Changqing and Cao Yanran opened their mouths wide, too scared to speak, even if they were already fierce martial artists, they couldn't help but shake their minds when they saw such a scene.
On the contrary, it was the old man in the flowered jacket, calmly brushing off the ashes from the thick jacket, and said in a peaceful voice: "The old man can take away the sun's rays for thousands of miles, but he can't take away the sun in your hearts. The saint may be able to move the mountains and the sea, and take the stars. Month, but it is difficult to reverse the axioms of right and wrong hidden in the hearts of the people."
With words, the old man's palm flipped once again, under the sacred sycamore tree on the top of Dragon Valley, the darkness gradually faded, and warmth and light embraced the earth again.
"This kind of thing covering the sky with one hand can only be used to pose with the baby. After a long time, it can only be the old man himself, coughing cough cough cough cough cough.
After a pointed sentence, the old man in the flower jacket began to cough, as if he was about to vomit out his lungs.
Cao Changqing was so scared that he hurriedly got up and patted the old man on the back while whispering: "Let you stinky old man do what you can, now you know it is awesome!"
"Almost passed by. You don't need your stinky baby, just go as you go."
The obedient old man in the flower jacket showed no sympathy. He turned and blinked at Cao Yanran, who was pale and terrified, and said, "So, now you know, even in the realm of a saint, you don't want to do anything, you can do it. What."
"Smelly doll, send Xiao Yanran down the mountain!"
"whispering sound"
Although there were no rules for playing around, Cao Changqing still distinguished the priorities. Although he thought that the old man was only embarrassed because he had just failed to send off the guests in a hurry, he still got up and walked down the mountain with Senior Brother Mao.
(End of this chapter)