Li Ji rang the railway while the heat was hot: "Old Huang, I see that the six sense techniques in Guangfa Pavilion are of various types, and there are many. There are not less than a dozen techniques of knowledge with a single eye? Is there any choice between them? I wonder what kind of disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect learned?"

This question has been asked a little more than that. This question has brought a unique view of a sect on a certain direction of Taoism, but the zodiac people did not care about it. They said that there were tens of thousands of ways and tens of thousands of realms. The realm was too low, and it was not a secret. "The six consciousnesses were passed down from ancient times and have been tens of thousands of years ago. What is the original original scripture? It is no longer verified. However, with the character qualifications and environmental spiritual strength at that time, even if the general outline of the Six Consciousnesses were passed down, I am afraid that it would not be able to practice it now. So the six consciousnesses you see in Guangfa Pavilion are all created by scholars from various sects in the past ten thousand years. The level is different, but they are basically good... My Xuanyuan Sword Sect provided Xuanzhao's disciple with two eye consciousness techniques, Qingmu Liguang and Eye Sword Skill. Among them, Qingmu Liguang needs a mouthful of Liquan water in the sword sect's mountain gate to help practice, and the eye sword technique requires the cooperation of sword cultivators in the sect. Both of these are not what you can do at present..."

"But you don't need to be disappointed. In fact, there are several extremely outstanding six-consciousness techniques in Guangfa Pavilion, which come from other top sects, which are no less than our Xuanyuan Sword Sect. For example, the Purple Gold Eyes Technique is the best-quality eye technique passed down from Shangqingguan. There are also several other insight techniques that are also powerful, so they should not be underestimated..."

"Thank you, Mr. Huang, for your advice..." Li Ji bowed again. The two of them had a great time talking about everything. Li Ji no longer pointed the topic towards cultivation. He should pay attention to the first time drinking.

After eating this wine for a while, the two of them had just left each other. Huang Dao Ren was in a good mood and felt that Li Ji was a good and sensible drinker, so he made an appointment for the next day, which was rare for him.

Li Ji was shaking on the street with his feet high and low feet. He didn't feel drunk, but he vaguely felt that there seemed to be someone following him behind him.

The wine in this world is similar to his previous life, and Li Ji himself is not a person who can drink it, but he is of course different from ordinary people. Even warriors in the world can achieve the effect of not getting drunk by circulating their internal strength, not to mention Taoist people with magic power.

Tracking others in the cultivation world is divided into realms. If the Yuanying True Person wants to observe someone’s whereabouts, he will feel a lot of emotion, and everything in the city will appear like a scene. Of course, it is ineffective for monks of the same realm. The Jindan Taoist follows him and only needs to lay a wisp of spiritual consciousness, which is probably impossible to get rid of in the city. The foundation-building monks have to work hard to keep their legs and feet in the city. Of course, they have already had spiritual consciousness and can be farther away from their targets, and the chance of being discovered is greatly reduced; in the end, there is a lack of follow-up, which will only happen to the monks of Xuanzhao’s consecration stage. There is no way, low-level monks do not have spiritual consciousness and cannot learn a few magic techniques. In a sense, they are not very different from powerful mortal warriors.

Of course, those who follow Li Ji who is not good at this are these incomparable people, but Li Ji is not an ordinary person. The soul he travels through time makes him feel a deep sense of crisis all the time. To put it bluntly, he is just a person who looks back from time to time when walking.

It is not difficult to determine who the stalker is, because the target is a drunk who is unsteady walking, so the stalker is a bit casual. Through the mirror, corner, and a shop that is transparent in front and back, Li Ji easily determined the stalker. He was a young man with a vulgar face and had never known him. This inexplicable thing made Li Ji very alert.

He could not judge the other party's intentions, who was instructed, and for what reasons? This is not Cixi Town, so he could not act directly. Fortunately, Xuanyuan City is rigorous in its rules and regulations. As a steward of the Reincarnation Hall, Li Ji was on duty even if he was not a formal civil servant, at least he was a contract worker with a staff member. He was a half-system person. No one would easily provoke the system, that was to die.

Because he quickly crossed several streets, Li Ji was not familiar with the environment he was in now, but fortunately his tail was already thrown away. Li Ji was worried that he would be hung up by the stalker in a strange place, so he planned to find a place to rest and look around. A two-story stone building with the plaque of "Xichang Tea House" appeared in front of him. Drinking a sip of tea after drinking is a good choice, but what's going on in Xichang? Is it the Xichang of the "June Lantern Festival"? Li Ji walked into the teahouse with curiosity.

The tea-sniffer came, but the old friend came. As soon as Li Ji climbed onto the second floor of the teahouse, he saw a familiar figure. Feng Zi sat behind the wide tea table reading a book. It was Wei Xiaozi, who had met Li Ji during the June Lantern Festival in Xichang, but for some reason he came here?

Find a seat next to the window and sit down. Li Ji asked Dr. Tea for a cup of Changshui Kuan Needle, and then savored the tea alone. The location of this teahouse is very good. Looking at the window is the vast Xuanyuan Snow Field, which has a very extraordinary artistic conception. Sitting here and emptying yourself, it seems to be integrated with the entire world...

Li Ji did not deliberately look for Mrs. Wei to speak. Strictly speaking, they were just strangers who had a transaction. The world was bustling with people, and the fate ended, and the gathering was impermanent. It was not necessary to meet each other, and it was not necessary to meet each other. In this unpredictable world of gods and ghosts, it was enough to know that the people they knew were well.

Most of the people who come to Xichang teahouses are regular customers and tasteful people. This place is a bit remote, and people who are nostalgic about the world will not like this place. The biggest feature of a tasteful place is its quietness. The guests, the guests, the shopkeeper Wei Xiaozi, and the tea doctor, are all respectful and plain...

Li Ji likes this atmosphere very much and can think about his own problems quietly without anyone disturbing him, whether it is kind or malicious. In the leisure time, there are magnificent snow fields to be seen, and of course, there is also the plump and feminine lady Wei.

A beauty is a painting, a poem...the premise is that you don't get close... When you get close, she may be delicious, or a pit...Li Ji enjoys this appreciation process, but he will not run over to chat with him, ask questions about long and short questions, why come to Xuanyuan City, etc. This little lady is a person with a story. Since she can't help others, why should she ask so clearly and seek troubles...

After spending a quarter of an hour drinking fragrant tea, the follower probably walked away. Li Ji checked the bill and left. From the beginning to the end, he only talked to Dr. Tea, just like a beautiful shopkeeper sitting behind the tea table. He never cared about whether another special guest came today...

Not long after Li Ji left, a fourteen-five-year-old boy with an extremely feminine and handsome face came to Wei Xiaozi, "Sister, I'm back..."

In an instant, the smile of Wei Xiaozi bloomed like flowers, no longer the usual cold and indifferent appearance, "Ziyu is back. Are you tired today? My sister has cooked silver clams ear soup..."
Chapter completed!