Qin Feng stood in the open space and rubbed his eyes, unable to believe it.
The cottage that was usually brightly lit at night was now completely silent. There was not a single living person in the huge cottage.
"What happened..." Qin Feng murmured.
After Qin Feng was promoted to the first level of Qi Refining, his spiritual energy greatly enhanced his sense of the five senses. He found that although there was no light, he could see clearly in the dark with the help of moonlight.
Qin Feng kept jumping on the roof, like a martial arts master, quickly passing through each house to check if there were any living people in the village.
"There are so many bloodstains here..." In the open space of the cottage, a large area of soil was dyed red with blood.
"Um?"
With his strong sense, Qin Feng vaguely noticed something strange at the entrance of the village.
Without any further hesitation, I arrived at the entrance of the village in a few jumps and saw the specific situation clearly.
There are actually eight human heads hanging on the entrance of the cottage!
Among the eight heads, except for the bloody hole between Jin Huo's eyebrows, the rest of the heads are completely preserved, and the neck is smooth and regular, as if it had been drawn by a thin line.
"It was the eight people we were with that day..."
Qin Feng's eyes flashed fiercely.
He stepped forward to inspect it carefully. Qin Feng's face became darker and darker as he saw his former partner died tragically here.
"I didn't see the light boat..." Qin Feng clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
It’s Xuanyang Gate again!
In the dark night, it was as if boundless thick ink was heavily smeared on the sky. Qin Feng lowered his head, his eyes were cold and his breathing was rapid.
"Xuanyang Gate?! Kill my respected master, harm my brothers, and destroy my mountain gate! I, Qin Feng, will make you pay the price!"
The young man sneered and made a vow.
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Early morning, inside Xuanyang Gate.
Bai Qingzhou looked at the mirror, his eye sockets had turned from red and swollen to black, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Yesterday, he fought with Fatty Ruan, half a pound to half a pound, and both of them had wounds on their faces.
After having breakfast, Bai Qingzhou asked the housekeeper Li Er to lead the way and went out to Gongshan Pavilion.
In the early morning, the mountain forest has deep green shade and fresh air. A layer of mist-like mist makes everything hazy and psychedelic. As you walk up the narrow mountain path covered with moss, you can hear the chirping of birds.
Chat, the sound is noisy and ethereal.
"Hello, Master Immortal!"
"Hello, Master Immortal!"
When the handymen who were busy in the early morning on the road saw Bai Qingzhou's gray robe, they would stop and bow respectfully. Bai Qingzhou smiled and nodded in return, straightening his waist slightly.
He is trying to get used to being an immortal.
Li Er has been in Xuanyang Sect for several years and knows a little bit about some matters in the sect. Bai Qingzhou inquired with him all the way and learned a lot of information.
It turns out that Dai Ba, the deacon of the outer sect, is an old man in the sect. He has been responsible for the affairs of the outer sect when the old head was still there. It has been more than thirty years now. He is responsible for many matters of the outer sect, large and small. His cultivation is Qi refining.
Three floors.
He is mainly responsible for coordinating the affairs of the outer sect disciples, because every outer sect disciple has to help the mountain sect handle various affairs on a regular basis, and Daiba is the person fully responsible for this work.
Affairs rotate regularly, and different merit points will be awarded each time according to the degree of completion, either high or low. Merit points can be exchanged for exercises, weapons, armors, spells, elixirs, etc. within the sect, which are very important to the outer sect disciples.
thing.
While chatting, the two of them walked in a winding way.
"Master Immortal, this is it." Li Er said respectfully.
Bai Qingzhou looked up and saw a large red gold plaque on the green ground of Nine Dragons. On the plaque were written the three characters of Dou Da, which was "Gongshan Pavilion".
The hall is more than ten meters high, with copper bells hanging on the four eaves. The breeze blows, and they play tinkling and tinkling. The brackets are staggered, and the yellow tiles cover the roof. It looks very grand.
Li Er stepped aside and said,
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Make way for Bai Qingzhou. The stipulations in the door are that no servants can enter the cultivator's place casually. Only Bai Qingzhou can go in, while Li Er can only wait outside the hall.
Nodding to Li Er, Bai Qingzhou stepped in.
The hall was relatively empty, with only a few people coming in and out.
Bai Qingzhou looked around and saw that the people in this room were all young, not like Deacon Dai Ba as Li Er said.
"Senior brother, may I ask where Deacon Dai is?" Bai Qingzhou grabbed a disciple in gray robe and asked.
"Oh? What do you want from Deacon Dai?" The disciple in gray robe stopped and asked.
"That's right, I'm a new disciple. Senior Brother Ji asked me to come to Deacon Dai to collect sect items."
"It turns out it's junior brother. Come with me and I'll take you there."
This disciple was quite enthusiastic and immediately put down his work to lead the way.
Not long after, Bai Qingzhou saw a man in his fifties with gray hair on his temples, sitting in front of a desk, holding a brush and dropping paper like flying paper.
"That one is Deacon Dai."
"Thank you, senior brother." Bai Qingzhou cupped his hands and thanked him.
"It's a small effort, but it doesn't matter." The disciple waved his hand and turned to leave.
Hearing the footsteps and conversations, the man stopped the pen in his hand, looked at Bai Qingzhou, looked up and down, and said with a smile: "Are you the new Bai Qingzhou?"
Daiba has a peaceful face, bright eyes, bright nose, and a gentle voice in his honest voice.
Bai Qingzhou stepped forward and answered, "Yes!"
"Huh? What happened? Why are your eyes black?" Daiba suddenly asked strangely.
Bai Qingzhou scratched his head and said awkwardly: "Well... I was injured yesterday when I was sparring with others..."
Daiba touched his chin and said: "You started fighting with others just after you entered the school..."
Bai Qingzhou panicked. This impression was not very good. He was about to explain. Daiba clapped his hands lightly and suddenly realized: "It's Little Fatty Ruan..."
Bai Qingzhou nodded in astonishment.
Daiba didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "That kid made a lot of noise as soon as he entered the door. He said that he was a martial arts hero and wanted to find someone to fight. No one paid attention to him. I didn't expect to find you."
Bai Qingzhou laughed and said, "We are just comparing notes."
"Of course there's nothing wrong with sparring privately, but you can't use weapons, spells, etc. to fight. This is the sect's rule."
"clear."
"Hey...it's nothing serious, it's just a trivial matter. Ji Heng already told me about you yesterday. Are you here to collect supplies?"
"Yes, he informed me to come over today."
Dai Ba handed over a piece of paper and pen and said, "Then please fill in the entry information first."
Bai Qingzhou took it and took a look. On the paper was written his name, identity, date of birth, age, cultivation, spiritual roots...
"Spiritual root? Deacon Dai, what is the spiritual root?" Bai Qingzhou asked curiously.
"Spiritual roots are a common sense in the world of cultivation. Specifically, they refer to a person's qualifications and understanding, and their compatibility with the spiritual forces of heaven and earth. Monks with spiritual roots will have a strong ability to sense spiritual energy and will practice faster."
"Then you can't practice without spiritual roots?"
"That's not true. You can still practice, but without spiritual roots, your ability to perceive spiritual power will be very poor. With spiritual roots, you may absorb more in one day than without spiritual roots in ten days and a hundred days, so there is no
Whether a person with spiritual roots can cultivate depends on his perseverance and understanding potential."
Dai Ba pointed at himself and continued:
"I just don't have spiritual roots. I was lucky when I was a teenager. It took me two years to enter the spiritual energy into my body and enter the first level of Qi refining. However, because I don't have spiritual roots, my cultivation is very slow. Now, decades later, it's just
The third level of Qi refining."
Bai Qingzhou was thoughtful when he heard the words, and asked softly: "Then I have spiritual roots?"
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Dai Ba looked at Bai Qingzhou and said with emotion: "Yes, I heard that you came into contact with the Fierce Sun Art a month ago and was successfully promoted. You must have spiritual roots for being promoted so quickly."
Bai Qingzhou nodded and said: "I see, then I will fill in here...?"
"Just fill in "Yes" for the "Spiritual Root" item."
"Thank you, Deacon Dai, for your explanation."
Bai Qingzhou looked at the word "spiritual root" and thought to himself, since he has spiritual roots, Qin Feng must also have them...
After receiving the explanation, Bai Qingzhou filled out the information in two strokes and handed it back to Daiba.
Dai Ba then handed over two books. Bai Qingzhou took a closer look. One was the familiar [Fire Sun Jue], and the other had no words on the cover.
"These two books, one is [Fire Yang Jue], which is a low-level yellow-level cultivation method, used for Qi Refining Level 1 to Qi Refining Level 3. It is a sect method. You can only practice it by yourself. Don't lose it.
The other is the information manual of the sect, which contains the rules of the sect and some basic information. You need to read it carefully and understand it. Pay more attention to it on weekdays and never violate the rules."
Bai Qingzhou nodded in agreement, took the two books, touched them gently and looked at them, and then asked: "[Fire Sun Jue] is a low-level yellow-level skill. Does that mean there are other levels?"
Dai Ba stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Yes, the world's martial arts are divided into four levels, 'Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang', and each level is divided into three smaller levels, 'Upper, Middle and Lower', for a total of twelve levels.
The low-level yellow-level skills belong to the early stages of Qi refining, and are the lowest level. Haha... When you reach the fourth level of Qi refining, you can receive higher-level skills."
"That's it! I understand!" Bai Qingzhou nodded solemnly.
Seeing Bai Qingzhou with a serious look on his face with dark eyes, Daiba smiled and joked: "That little fat guy is very cruel, haha, by the way, your eye injury can be repaired later."
Buy some stasis-removing liquid from the Medicine Pavilion and apply it."
"I...I don't have any money." Bai Qingzhou was a little embarrassed.
He originally had dozens of taels of silver hidden at home, but something happened suddenly yesterday, and Zhang Zhiyan took him back without any explanation. He had no time to get the money, and now he is penniless.
Daiba waved his hands and said: "It doesn't matter. The blood-stasis-removing liquid is just a low-quality medicinal liquid. It has not been refined into a pill. All disciples in the sect can receive it for free. Of course, if you buy the pill, you will have to spend money...
Also, the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion does not use silver to purchase things, but spiritual stones."
"Spiritual stone?"
"Yes, this is the currency uniformly used in the world of cultivation. Whether you buy weapons, armor, or elixirs, you need spiritual stones. You are an outer disciple, and you can use it in March, June, and September in the future.
, at the beginning of December, come and get a spiritual stone."
Bai Qingzhou's eyes were filled with joy when he heard this.
Daiba said, passing a bag to Bai Qingzhou, and continued: "Here are sixty kilograms of spiritual rice and ten portions of Qi Refining Powder. This is for beginners."
Bai Qingzhou also understood that he could receive one spiritual stone, sixty kilograms of spiritual rice, and ten Qi Refining Powders every three months.
After taking the bag and opening it, I saw that the bag was filled with crystal clear white rice with clear grains, and there was a small gray-white irregular stone next to the rice.
When you pick it up, you will see that the stone is about the size of your thumb and is very light to hold. It seems as if there is spiritual power flowing through the dull surface.
This is the spiritual stone...
After taking a few glances, Bai Qingzhou asked strangely: "Deacon Dai, didn't you see the Qi Lian Powder?"
Dai Ba smiled and said: "If you don't have the Qi Refining Powder with me, you need to go to the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion to get it."
"OK."
"By the way, there is also the matter of teaching and practicing. There will be lectures and explanations in the school several times every month. The specific times are recorded in the manual. You are just getting started, so it is best not to miss it." Daiba suddenly reminded.
"Thank you, Deacon Dai, for your guidance." Bai Qingzhou said sincerely.
"Okay, you go."
Bai Qingzhou then said goodbye and exited the room.