In the spring of March, Fuyun Peak outside the Luoxia Gate is full of vitality. The gentle breeze slides past like flowing water, blowing the flowers and tender grass to sway, and bursts of fragrance come to the nostrils, mixed with more than ordinary places.
The spiritual energy that is many times richer gives people a feeling of peace of mind.
Fuyun Peak is like a sharp sword holding up the sky, standing tall and straight into the sky, and the base of the mountain is also vast, with a span of no less than ten miles. Many Fuyun Peak disciples are cultivating in secret chambers of caves all around. The stronger the cultivation level, the more powerful they are.
, the location of the cave is closer to the top of the mountain, and the weak ones all practice at the foot of the mountain, even if the master is the peak master, there is no exception.
In an inconspicuous stone room at the foot of the mountain, a young man in green clothes was making seals with his hands, practicing with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. Wisps of smoke-like spiritual energy from heaven and earth continued to seep into the young man's body.
The boy was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with handsome features and a resolute face. Although his aura was not strong, he was very calm. When practicing, a slight red light flashed across his body, like a flame about to burn.
I don't know how much time has passed, but the young man suddenly woke up like an old monk in meditation. A ball of red fire flashed away in his eyes, and his bright eyes also shot out streams of light, which disappeared as soon as they were released.
The young man felt his own momentum for a moment, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips. After standing up, his body made a crackling sound like fried beans.
"call!"
The young man exhaled a breath of thick air and slowly walked out of the stone room, placing his hand on his forehead to block the slightly dazzling sunlight.
"It's been two months again, and we haven't even reached the late stage of semen absorption. How long will it take to return to the late stage of acupuncture?" The young man murmured, and at the same time he took steps towards the back mountain of Fuyun Peak.
go.
The young man is Zheng Chen. More than four months have passed since the death of his master Ge Shan, but he has only recovered to the peak of the middle stage of Najing. Even though he has been practicing non-stop, even though his speed is no longer
It was slow, but he couldn't be satisfied. After all, in another year and a half, he needed to advance to the Soul Gathering Stage, otherwise he would really be expelled from the Luoxia Sect.
Although Zheng Chen felt a lot of embarrassment in the Luoxia Sect, it was the place where his parents once practiced. He naturally had some attachment to this place. If he was sent to work in a secular industry because he could not advance to the Soul Gathering Stage, he would have nothing to do with cultivation from then on.
He was determined to find it hard to accept that he had no destiny and had a different path from Yun'er.
"One and a half years, the spirit gathering period..." The young man thought about this, his originally steady steps staggered a little, and his thin body trembled slightly. When he was practicing at the fastest speed, from the middle stage of receiving essence to the peak of the late stage of acupuncture.
, it also took more than two years, and now there is another reverse vein that also needs to be cultivated, which will undoubtedly increase the time to reach the peak of the later stage of acupuncture.
"If I practice step by step, even if I am a peerless genius, I will not be able to reach the Soul Gathering Stage in one and a half years. Besides, I am not a peerless genius yet. I have to think of other ways. But today, let's go to the master's grave first.
." Zheng Chen was thinking as he headed towards the cemetery in the back mountain where the Fuyun Peak disciples rested after their deaths.
Just a month ago, Elder Li, who had warned him, came to inform him that his master Ge Shan had been buried. However, Zheng Chen was in the middle of a breakthrough to the middle stage of absorbing essence. In order to advance to the middle stage of absorbing essence in one go, he
I have been practicing in seclusion until now.
Although he didn't go to pay homage to his master immediately, Zheng Chen didn't feel any guilt. After all, he was not a layman and didn't pay much attention to it. He believed that his master wouldn't blame him for this.
The cemetery in the back mountain is a forbidden area, but the old man guarding the tomb naturally would not stop Zheng Chen, and even personally led Zheng Chen to find the tomb in Geshan.
"Little guy, you came here when you were only three years old. At that time, I thought you were extremely spiritual and would be a good material for cultivation. When you were ten years old, you had already reached the late stage of acupuncture. But more than six years have passed.
When I see you again, you are only in the middle stage of Najing, which really puzzles me. With Geshan's temperament and methods, he will definitely get you the Spirit Gathering Pill. Under normal circumstances, you should be with the big man.
Just like Miss He'er whom the elder accepted as his disciple, she is a master of the Golden Core stage. I didn't expect that..."
When Zheng Chen kowtowed in front of the grave, the old man guarding the tomb shook his head and sighed.
Although he knew that the old man guarding the tomb was not mocking him, but just felt sorry for himself, Zheng Chen couldn't help but feel bitter, but thinking of Duanmu Jun's words, he couldn't help but feel a little more energetic.
If Duanmu Jun had not deceived himself, then as long as he worked hard to practice in the future, he would definitely become a strong man. But how could he practice to the spirit-gathering stage in one and a half years? This question weighed on his mind like a sacred mountain.
, no matter what he does, he can't remove it.
After Zheng Chen kowtowed, he remembered that the old man guarding the tomb was quite fond of him and seemed to feel sorry for his situation, so he bravely asked: "Senior, is there any way that I can cultivate to this level in a year and a half?"
Spirit Gathering Period?"
The old man guarding the tomb seemed to have guessed that Zheng Chen would ask this question, and said without hesitation: "There are many ways, such as using panacea to forcibly improve the skills, or having seniors with the same attributes and practicing the same skills teach the skills, or obtaining enough
Spiritual stones, directly absorbing the spiritual power in them... There are drawbacks to these methods. For ordinary monks, such a counterproductive practice will undoubtedly leave many sequelae, causing the skill to be empty and unable to be solidified, and most of them will suffer in the future.
It's tiring. However, for a monk like you who has already reached the Soul Gathering Stage, forcibly improving your skills will not have much impact on your future cultivation."
Although the old man guarding the tomb said several methods, unfortunately for Zheng Chen, all of them are difficult to achieve. As for the panacea, he only has two Huimai Pills, which are not forcibly improving the skill, and the entire Luoxia Sect
I'm afraid he is the only one here who has practiced the Red Flame Technique. There is no way any senior can teach him the technique. As for the spirit stones, he has never seen them before. Even his master Ge Shan doesn't seem to have any spirit stones.
It is said that most of the monks who have spiritual stones in their hands are strong men at or above the golden elixir stage. Monks below the golden elixir stage do not have the elixir fire in their bodies to help refine the violent energy that pours into the body when they absorb the spiritual stones.
If it is forcibly absorbed, it may lead to the tragic end of body explosion and death.
"Boy, your master should have had a large collection during his lifetime, maybe some elixirs or spiritual stones. He didn't give it to you because you practiced fast in the past, but that doesn't mean he didn't have any. Now that he has passed away, it stands to reason that he
I will give you all my wealth when I die." The old man guarding the tomb touched a few strands of beard on his withered chin and said as a reminder.
Zheng Chen frowned slightly when he heard this. Before his death, his master Ge Shan did not leave any last words saying that he had any relics. He did not take out his master's storage bag at that time. What was in it was probably the peak master of Fuyun Peak.
knew.
However, even though he knew that the master would leave everything to himself, Zheng Chen did not hold out any hope. After a few months, the master's collection was probably all in the peak master's pocket, and he wanted him to spit it out again.
, I'm afraid it's impossible. If I ask for it, I will definitely get into big trouble.
"Thank you for your advice, senior." Although he still gained nothing, Zheng Chen still gratefully paid homage to the old man guarding the tomb.
"No need to be polite, just practice hard. If someone comes, I won't see you off." The old man guarding the tomb gave Zheng Chen a weak hand, and a strong force stabilized Zheng Chen who wanted to bow more, and then he walked lightly.
go.
When Zheng Chen turned back, he saw a woman with excellent appearance and temperament slowly approaching. As she moved lightly, her waist, which could only be grasped, twisted slightly, causing her whole body to twist.
The person appears to be dancing in the wind like a delicate flower.
The woman came a little closer, and Zheng Chen could clearly see her appearance, which was like the willow eyebrows with a pair of mist-locked eyebrows, the beautiful eyes with a flash of autumn water, the skin like mutton fat and jade, and the red lips with a touch of peach pen.
The purple dress above her looks particularly earthy and lively, just like the Nine Heavens Fairy who came down to the mortal world and did not eat the fireworks of the world.
Looking at the woman coming slowly, like a scent of fragrance about to rush into his arms, Zheng Chen only had a self-deprecating smile on his face. The person who came was none other than He'er, who had already alienated Zheng Chen.
Senior sister He'er who used to treat Zheng Chen like a big sister, but now things have changed and she has been accepted as a disciple by the great elder of the inner sect. He'er, who has also reached the golden elixir stage, has left Zheng Chen far away.
There seems to be a gap that will never be bridged between the two.
The heart that once stung, the emotions that have withered away, now even though the beauty is right in front of him, Zheng Chen can't ignite any desire, and all he has is the repression that makes him unable to breathe.
When he saw Zheng Chen, He'er was obviously a little surprised, but he didn't turn a blind eye. When the distance between the two sides was only two meters, He'er stopped and said to Zheng Chen: "You are also here to pay homage to Elder Geshan, right?"
Hearing this, Zheng Chen, who had been pretending to be calm, suddenly changed, thinking in his mind that this He'er has the great elder of the inner sect as his master, and his cultivation has reached the golden elixir stage. Although it can be said that he can be considered as equal to his master Ge Shan.
, but Zheng Chen found it difficult to accept this. However, when he hit the spirit gathering stage for the third time, He'er had rescued him who was seriously injured and unconscious at the time, so Zheng Chen had no words to blame, and he was not qualified to say anything.
There were words of blame, but there was not much expression. He nodded slightly in response, then walked past He'er, leaving her with a stubborn back.
Looking at the lonely back of the young man, He'er felt a little blocked in his heart. He also didn't have much expression. He was just surprised that the young man who once chased him every day was not as good as the strange young man from the inner sect when they met again.
Disciple, in the eyes of this young man just now, there was no hint of admiration for him.
"It's just the middle stage of Nascent Soul. I'm afraid he won't be able to advance to the Soul Gathering Stage before he turns eighteen. With my qualifications, I should be able to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage in just a few years, and he will be just a cup of loess by then."
That's all." While thinking in his heart, He'er walked towards Geshan's tomb, not showing any attachment to the young man's back.
What surprised Zheng Chen was that on the third day after paying homage to his master, Elder Li came to his training place again and actually brought back his master Ge Shan's storage bag.
However, when Elder Li handed the storage bag to Zheng Chen, he said: "Senior Brother Ge didn't leave much behind, and even less after passing through the hands of the Peak Master, but the Peak Master didn't dare to go too far. After all, there were many
The elders are watching."
After Elder Li left, Zheng Chen identified the owner of the storage bag that had become ownerless. His spiritual thoughts sank into it, and he was not too disappointed. Originally, he imagined that the storage bag should be empty.
, but there is still something in it.
As soon as he thought about it, a few more things appeared on Zheng Chen's slate table, a palm-sized stone with weak fluorescence, a small dagger with a light earthy color, and two pills each containing a few pills.
of jade bottle.
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The low tide will pass soon, so don't be impatient.