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Chapter 966

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    Eight heavens, the ancient temple.

    Elder Jiantian's divine sense was extinguished, and he also suffered backlash, lying in the grass and hiding, it took a long time for the pain on his body to disappear.

    However, Elder Jiantian didn't dare to enter A Tong Le's dream again, and even ruled out those violent boys.

    "A few of them are too irritable, I'd better find a good one?"

    The people patrolling near the nunnery are still watching closely. If it weren't for the elder Jiantian who was protected by his old buddy Tianji mirror, he would have been discovered long ago.

    Casting the spell again to strengthen the barriers around him, Elder Jiantian was complacent because of his witty precautions.

    "Fortunately, I thought of it. Otherwise, I will drive my divine thoughts later, and I will have to take care of this when I am discovered. I have no skills. The most important thing is that it will not be good if I am discovered."

    After re-strengthening the invisibility barrier, the elder Jiantian activated the spell, and a ray of divine thought reappeared.

    Divine Sense entered Mu Jiu'an's dream, and Mu Jiu'an was also in his own world. His world was very simple, with parents and masters.

    Mu Jiuan's dream here is completely different from A Tong Le's, simple and warm.

    Elder Jiantian looked over and found that there were only four people in this illusory small world, the head, Yang Qianshu, Mu Jiuan, and a middle-aged beautiful woman who should be Mu Jiuan's mother.

    "Yuan'er, don't practice, rest for a while." Mother Yang looked at her son who had been practicing, with a look of pity, and brought a glass of water over.

    Mu Jiuan, who was sweating profusely, took the water and thanked him very politely and obediently, "Thank you, mother."

    "Mother, sit on the stone bench over there and watch your son punch you, okay?" She didn't get an answer from her mother, she dragged her to the side of the stone bench, let her sit down, and walked into the martial arts training ground by herself.  , Brush up a set of boxing skills.

    This is a set of black tiger boxing, which is extremely bulky, but it is a sharp weapon for strengthening the body. It was found by Yang Qianshu to let his son exercise.

    Mu Jiuan's body is thin and weak, but his Black Tiger Fist is very powerful. I saw his legs bent, his body sank, and the ground under his feet was slightly sunken. His left hand punched a straight punch, which was amazingly powerful.  And come out, breaking the wind and singing.

    The left and right hands are punching faster and faster, and the shadows of the fists are switching back and forth. It looks like tens of thousands of fists are coming out at once, which makes people dizzy and dazzled.  pretty.

    Sitting on the stone bench, Mother Yang was gentle and pleasant when she was quiet, but graceful and graceful when she acted. At this time, she looked at her well-behaved and excellent son, and there was a sense of pride on her face.

    "Yang Qianshu, that old fox is very lucky. I said why Mu Jiuan is not as sinister as him? Thanks to his mother's teaching." He admired Yang's mother very much.

    Mother Yang smiled and applauded her son, just when she thought it was about to end and was about to stand up, Mu Jiuan turned around again, handsome and graceful, with elegant movements, and punched out a powerful fist in the air  .

    Although the whole set of boxing techniques is complicated and admirable, in fact, Mu Jiuan only fought for nearly a cup of tea, and then he fell lightly, like a fairy.

    "Yuan'er, it took a lot of hard work, but it was too hard." Yang's mother was proud at one moment, and distressed at another, making Mu Jiuan dumbfounded.

    "Mother, don't worry, it's not hard, but is this boxing really good?" Mu Jiu'an asked seriously.

    He worried that his mother would lie for fear of hitting him or making him practice less.

    "Really, son. In the beginning, I was at odds with your father because of this boxing method?" Mother Yang said sincerely.

    Mu Jiu'an raised his head curiously, parents are at odds?  Mu Jiu'an is aware of the special love between father and mother, and he can be said to be a model couple who hold the same eyebrows.

    "Mom, why?" So the obedient and obedient Mu Jiu'an couldn't help but ask curiously about the parental quarrel.

    The Elder Jiantian on the side also listened with his ears up for a ray of spiritual thoughts.

    "Because your father asked you to practice black tiger boxing. I thought it was not a good boxing style when I heard it. Think about those bandits and thieves who practice this? I don't want my handsome son to become a reckless man."

    When Mother Yang said it now, she still had an aggrieved expression on her face.

    "But your father said that your body is weak, and although this Black Tiger Fist does not help you in your cultivation, it is the best exercise for your body, so I agreed."

    Hearing Yang's mother's explanation, Mu Jiu'an smiled happily, because he had already discovered that his mother was secretly watching him when he was practicing boxing.

    ?In the past, not only did I feel that I practiced well, but I was also afraid that I would become a reckless brat.

    "The mother now believes that her son will not become a bandit, right? Mu Jiu'an even joked about himself.

    The mother and son are talking together, enjoying themselves happily.

    Soon two people came hand in hand, talking and laughing, it turned out to be the head and Yang Qianshu.

    Elder Jiantian opened his mouth wide, "Will the head and Yang Qianshu get so close?"

    The impact of their appearance together was so great that Elder Jiantian forgot that this was just Mu Jiuan's dream.

    Now he is really not used to these two people, especially the abnormal behavior of the head in Mu Jiu'an's dream, so he started trying to wake up Mu Jiu'an.

    ?Because of the lesson of being extinguished by A Tong Le last time, he stood a little far away this time. When Mu Jiuan punched just now, he didn't get close, mainly because he was afraid of hurting him.

    Who knows that Mu Jiu'an, who has always been well-behaved, doesn't have a naughty ghost living in his heart.

    "Mu Jiu'an, you should know that everything here is just a dream, come out with me quickly." Elder Jiantian shouted at them.

    In fact, it is just equivalent to shouting at Mu Jiu'an, because Yang's mother and Yang Qianshu are long gone. Although the head is there, the one here is just a shadow.

    It doesn't even count as a divine thought, all of this is just Mu Jiuan's fantasy, the scene he most wants to see in his heart, and it is also a hurdle that he must face in the process of cultivation.

    Mu Jiu'an heard Elder Jiantian's voice, and looked back at Elder Jiantian's spiritual sense, but he remained silent.

    In the nunnery, Mu Jiu'an closed his eyes tightly and was meditating, but he seemed to feel someone calling him, moved his eyelids, but soon became quiet again.

    He has always known that when he practiced Taoism, he would fall into an illusion.

    But this is another hurdle that must be passed in the practice of "Leaving the Boundary Taoism", and the illusion is so beautiful, there are his mother who has long since passed away, his father who has just passed away, and the master he has not seen for a long time  .

    So he fell into it willingly, and he valued cultivation too much, so he didn't wake up.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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