Xiao He walked into the bedroom. The furnishings were as simple as usual, except for the cold ice bed in the bedroom, which was particularly eye-catching. Xiao He took one look at it and guessed in his mind that this ice bed must be a place for cultivation in Nihan Blessed Land.
One of the methods, so I didn't think too much about it, was to take off my robe, leaving only the most close-fitting layer of plain clothes, and sit cross-legged on the ice bed.
It was just when I sat down that I felt how powerful this bed was. I felt the huge ice beneath my body, which was bone-chilling. Waves of cold air penetrated my whole body from bottom to top. Even with Xiao He's current cultivation level, I could feel it.
He clenched his teeth and mobilized his magic power to resist. Even so, his body still couldn't warm up. Waves of cold air filled the air, making his whole body feel uncomfortable. After dealing with the cold air for a while, Xiao He gradually found a
At the balance point, I closed my eyes and my mind gradually calmed down.
At this moment, while swallowing and puffing on this bed of ice, Xiao He felt the mystery of it. He needs to know that ordinary people's practice is an act that goes against heaven and changes their destiny. The movement of qi and blood is abnormal. If you are too diligent, you will
If you get carried away, be too cautious, and waste your time. This cold air cannot be resisted by force, so you can develop the habit of practicing all the time. The more you live in harmony with this cold air, the more you will feel that practicing is like divine help, and the power of Dantian flows throughout your body.
Compared with usual, it really has the miraculous effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.
Now that this is the case, Xiao He practices more and more vigorously. He meditates on the cold ice of this most yin thing. The cold air shines on him and his inner fire is clear. Naturally, he does not have to worry about going crazy. And Xiao He has just discovered that he has the time to drink the wine gourd.
The development progressed further, and he was even more happy. The Tao embryo in his Dantian had now entered the inside of the wine gourd.
At this moment, Xiao He was like a baby waiting to be fed. The natural Tao method was operating at its peak. Regarding the improvement of his skills, Xiao He had been diligent to the point of greed.
The natural Tao method connected to the earth is running. Without the need to take root like in the initial cultivation, Xiao He has entered a wonderful state of communication with the earth. Deep in his consciousness, the dense forest formed by the condensed magic power grows wildly. What is different from the past is that the vigorous
The air of life is mixed with a hint of chill, and it also runs along the lines of natural Taoism.
Xiao He's heart tightened, and then he remembered that he was sitting on the huge ice at this moment. However, fortunately, Xiao He's consciousness was clear in the cold air, and he did not resist the cold air. After living in harmony, Xiao He began to try to control it.
of chill.
In this way, this extremely cold power actually traveled along the meridians like the natural Taoist method, and was transparent up and down. Xiao He felt happy. It seemed that his guess was right. The natural Taoist method could indeed have the same "cold" attribute.
Integration. With this discovery, Xiao He felt confident and began to devote himself to practicing in a calm and repetitive manner.
I don't know how long it took, but Xiao He finally felt that he had completely integrated the power of extreme cold with the natural Taoism. While he was overjoyed, Xiao He had vaguely guessed in his heart that the real natural Taoism could integrate more natural attributes than this.
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When Xiao He opened his eyes again, a month had passed. Xiao He asked himself that his cultivation level at this time was close to the first level of the Sect Leader of the Blessed Land. Xiao He got up and got out of bed, opened the door, and fresh air came in.
His chest made him feel refreshed and renewed. The two Leng brothers were already waiting in front of the door. When Xiao He came out, they quickly clasped their fists and saluted: "Hello, elder!"
Xiao He nodded and asked, "How is the situation with the young sect leader?"
"I have asked my third brother that the young sect master has come out of seclusion and is waiting at the main entrance of the mansion. I have specially ordered my two brothers. Elder, I can just take you straight there after you come out of seclusion!" replied.
"Brothers, please lead the way!" Xiao He said politely.
When a group of three people walked to the main entrance of the mansion, the young sect master Bingqi had indeed been waiting for him for a long time. Beside him, the third and fourth of the Leng brothers stood respectfully. Behind him, the farewell disciples were also on both sides of the queue. Every disciple
, all have good cultivation, and the strength of this group of people is enough to withstand a sect. Xiao He couldn't help but admire again in his heart, this young sect master who succeeded at a young age has already cultivated a team of confidants for himself.
Seeing Xiao He, Bingqi was very happy and said: "It seems that you have gained a lot from this experience, brother? I wonder how much your cultivation has improved?"
"There are indeed some gains that have not yet been fully digested!" Xiao He replied with a smile.
"Brother, have you ever realized the power of this ice bed?" Bingqi asked.
"It is indeed extraordinary. I guess ice is not a common thing, right?" Xiao He asked curiously.
Bingqi replied: "Brother, I have good eyesight. This ice bed was a gift given to me by my father when I was thirty years old and took the crowning ceremony. It was taken from two pieces of ten thousand-year-old ice on the top of Baifeng Mountain in Nihan Blessed Land.
It takes more than a year to cut, transport, and refine. Sleeping on it and practicing, one day can equal the effect of ten days, especially for the practice of cold-attribute magic. It helps a lot. You and I will practice here for one month.
, it has the effect of practicing for three hundred days on weekdays."
"Sure enough." Xiao He said with a smile on his face, but he thought in his heart: Then if I practice on the ice bed, and with the help of time from the wine gourd, wouldn't it be equivalent to practicing for 1,800 days? But this is just a thought.
, but before he said anything, Xiao He asked: "Are we going back now?"
"Not bad!" Bingqi said, and with a wave of his hand, two disciples in the crowd took out two horses and stood in front of Bingqi and Xiao He.
"What does this mean?" Xiao He asked hesitantly.
"Haha!" Bingqi smiled heartily and said: "The world is vast, the scenery is beautiful, there are mountains and mountains, and snow is falling thousands of miles away. With such beautiful scenery, we should go for a gallop. Wouldn't it be a waste to ride with a sword?"
When Xiao He heard this, he was also moved and replied: "It's exactly what the young sect leader said. Since I started practicing, I have often used sword control instead of leg strength, but I haven't been so happy in many years!"
"It just so happens that I have a few horses in this mansion. They all grew up in the mansion and have dedicated people to take good care of them. You and I, brothers, just ride the horses back!" Bingqi said.
Just like that, Xiao He and Bingqi rushed towards the Nihan Blessed Sect at full speed, followed closely by the four Leng brothers.
The news that the young sect master Bingqi and the elder Xiao He left seclusion today has already spread back to the blessed land. The disciples have arranged a welcome ceremony. Emperor Ling and Xianyao are looking forward to their return.
Sure enough, at noon, the snow in the sky suddenly became much heavier, and the city gate disciples finally came to report: the young sect master and the elder were back. The city gate opened wide, and as expected, six people rode in on fast horses. Xianyao followed his father Bing
Qi stood on the high platform and looked in the direction of the city gate. The two young men were both at a high-spirited age. Their brows, eyes, and gestures were full of youthful confidence and sunshine. Their firm and bright eyes revealed
He has the will of the world in his heart. Of these two men, one is his brother, and the other is Xiao He, whom he admires and misses.
"Let's go down to greet them!" Xianyao was in a trance when she suddenly heard her father's voice. Then she calmed down and followed her father downstairs.
In front of the main hall, Emperor Ling looked at the two young men in front of him. Seeing the eldest son he had carefully cultivated gradually mature, and with the help of a talent like Xiao He, he felt indescribable joy in his heart.
That night, a banquet was held in Nihan Blessed Land to welcome the young sect leader and elders. They were filled with laughter and joy. At the joyful moment of changing cups and cups, a disciple suddenly shouted "Report!" and rushed in hurriedly.
Entering the hall, he knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and waited for questions.
"Why are you so alarmed?" Emperor Ling asked in a deep voice.
The disciple raised his head and glanced at Xiao He, still hesitant and did not dare to speak.
Emperor Ling saw the scruples of this young disciple and said, "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly!"
The disciple then said cautiously: "The brothers who collected information in Liuguang Blessed Land sent back a letter from the Divine Falcon, saying that the elders of Liuguang Blessed Land and Bei Luomen came together to attack Yanfeng and forced Taoist Tianyanzi to death."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao He's heart trembled, and the wine glass in his hand was crushed to pieces.
When everyone heard this, they were all shocked and looked at Xiao He.
After a while, Xiao He seemed to be much calmer and asked: "Where are the others at Guiyan Peak?"
"Guiyan Peak seemed to have experienced a fierce battle that day. Because of the barrier, the brothers did not dare to go near to inquire about the situation. When we went back the next day, no one had survived at Guiyan Peak." The young disciple said more cautiously.
This inexplicable fear prevented him from raising his head to look at Xiao He.
Xiao He's face became even colder, and no emotion could be heard in his voice, and he asked: "Not one?"
"Yes! This matter is not trivial. The brothers who went to investigate did not dare to neglect it. The immortal remains of all the Taoist priests of Guiyan Peak were found and buried by the brothers at Duanchen Cliff." The young disciple replied again.
"You go down first!" Bingqi said. After the young disciple retreated, Bingqi looked at Xiao He and said: "Brother, don't worry, these days are different from the past. Since you are also the elder of Nihan Blessed Land, your business is my Nihan Blessed Land.
thing!"
After Bingqi finished speaking, he tentatively looked at Emperor Ling. Emperor Ling replied with understanding: "It's exactly what Qi'er said. Elder Xiao He doesn't have to have the slightest scruples. We don't have to take this little blessed land seriously!"
"In that case, let me arrange this matter!" Bingqi cupped his fists and bowed, and solemnly asked Emperor Ling for instructions.
Emperor Ling nodded with certainty and said, "You will be responsible!"
Xiao He also stood up, thanked Emperor Ling and Bingqi, and said, "Thank you, sect master, young sect master. I will set off back to the Blessed Land of Light tomorrow!" After Xiao He finished speaking, he left. From the beginning to the end, Xianyao did not say a word.
She seemed to be stunned by what she saw. She did not expect that her father and brother would decide to help Xiao He without hesitation. She saw her brother Bingqi's eyes when he looked at Xiao He's back, full of sincerity and determination.
However, Xianyao had no time to care about other things at the moment. She was just worried about Xiao He. Xiao He should be suffering from huge pain due to the sudden change, right?
In the evening, Xianyao went to find Xiao He. Xiao He stood by the bed on the second floor facing the wind, looking in the direction of Liuguang Blessed Land, leaving Xianyao with a depressed figure. Xianyao still did not speak and walked quietly to Xiao He's side.
, accompanied him to look at the night in front of him.
At this time, Xiao He naturally had no time to appreciate the night scene in front of him. He just wanted to strengthen himself and not show off to others as a loser. In his heart, he was secretly thinking, after all, whether it was the Wudang Temple back then or what it is today.
Guiyan Peak was not completely destroyed. Taoist Master Jue Yuan left a successor in this world. Before he came to Nihan Blessed Land, this successor was the Seventh Son of Guiyan, and now, this successor is himself.