Chapter 0003 Sitting for no reason while refining Qi, Heimu opens bloody eyes
Qinglian Sect is a well-known Taoist sect, and its work, rest, and practice all conform to the principles of the Taoist sect. Every evening, the disciples of the sect collectively participate in the meditation practice of Qi, and high-level disciples will practice body skills and internal strength in addition to Qi training.
In order to improve. Disciples of different levels practice in different areas. The lowest level of disciples only occupy the woods outside the Qinglian Sect campus.
This forest is lush but dark all year round. The branches and leaves are all ink-like black and green, and the smell of vegetation is stronger than elsewhere. None of the last-level disciples like this place, so they come here to practice as soon as possible.
Improve your cultivation so that you can get rid of this level of disciples and move to a better place to practice among teenagers of a higher level.
However, Mie Canglan had other thoughts. To others, this smelly, gloomy and dark forest was a depressing place, but to Mie Canglan, it was as elegant as a fairyland. He was born with a strong heart.
There was a gloomy and cold Qi, which was inexplicably consistent and friendly with all kinds of cold and dark things. Although this Qi was not helpful to his martial arts cultivation, it was just a bunch of exhaust gas trapped in his chest - at least.
This has been the case for more than ten years.
Mie Canglan followed the disciples last, and the branches and leaves that the person in front of him had pushed aside were pulled down without hesitation, and they were slapped on his body and face from left to right. If he bothered to push away these branches and leaves, Mie Canglan naturally moved slower, so
It was easy to walk out of the entangled branches and leaves with a hand full of cold smell. As soon as he took a step into the clearing in the forest, he felt a black shadow in front of his eyes. He stood there for a moment and looked up.
The person in front of me has a handsome figure. Although he does not have the appearance of Pan An, he still has a graceful appearance. He is dressed in a white and purple Taoist robe with Bagua patterns, and his outline is like flowing clouds and flowing water. He is only twenty-four or five years old, but he has an ethereal fairy aura, and he is a cultivator.
A youthful appearance brought about by Gao Chao.
Mie Canglan was almost face to face with this person, so he took a step back, nodded and saluted, "Uncle Jin Ziye."
This person is Jin Ziye, who is responsible for leading all the seventh-level disciples in the Qinglian Sect. He is the last among the mentors of a generation. All the mentors who teach disciples in the Qinglian Sect are direct disciples of the sect leader.
The history of the famous family is in the same vein.
Jin Ziye frowned slightly and said, "Mie Canglan, why do you fall behind every time? Did you even take the time to walk?"
As soon as Mie Canglan opened his mouth, he felt his lips and teeth ache again, but his face was half naked, "Please forgive me, uncle, you know that I am slow."
He spoke in a free and easy manner, thinking that now that his shortcomings had been fully explained, it didn't matter to him anymore. Jin Ziye looked Mie Canglan up and down, smiled softly and said, "Go sit with them.
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These seventh-level disciples were already sitting on the ground, and the moisture on the moist grass seeped into everyone's soft silk trousers. Mie Canglan saw that Jin Ziye's finger was the farthest point, being thrown away by the crowd, and he just took a slight sip.
The corner of his mouth walked over.
Jin Ziye's upright voice came from behind again, "You haven't even started refining your qi. If you sit among them, you might be hurt by their qi refining essence."
The last-level disciple is only slightly higher than a mortal. If he can be injured by this level of Qi refining, wouldn't he be just a dull mortal? Mie Canglan gently wiped the mud from his face with his sleeves and sat down.
Jin Ziye kindly considered the place chosen for him.
All the disciples closed their eyes and adjusted their breath. Soon they saw little brilliance like running water and cold mist gradually emerging from the dark woods, slowly emerging from their heavenly spirits. They seemed far away, as close as they were, as if in a dream, and the color was also dark.
It is shallow, as if light is shining on the dark and floating water.
Jin Ziye walked slowly and looked at the disciples. The action of twirling hair with his hands was common among people in the Qinglian Sect, which naturally showed an elegant wind. Stopping suddenly, Jin Ziye saw a faint light coming from the young man's altar in front of him.
Qingguang, the Qi generated by its Qi refining essence is obviously clearer than others, making the Qingqi this week like a pool of water, with rippling clear currents swirling around this place.
This young man was none other than Shen Mingxin. As he closed his eyes and concentrated his breath, he became more and more outstanding, and his face was shrouded in a different kind of brilliance.
Jin Ziye smiled silently and thought, "Shen Ming's mind and body have progressed very quickly, and he will soon be promoted to a sixth-level disciple."
Shen Ming seemed to feel what Jin Ziye was thinking, and the corners of his lips were half raised in a clear light and mist.
After looking around for a week, he saw that all the disciples were calm and sound, sitting peacefully and refining their Qi. Jin Ziye felt relieved for a moment, and when he got some free time, he looked around to refresh his mind. Suddenly he turned his head, only to see the dark woods shrouded in dusk mist.
Beneath a corner, Mie Canglan sat alone, like an outsider that had been kicked away by the world of mortals.
When Jin Ziye saw this scene, he secretly thought that the weeds in the wasteland could still grow into groups. There was nothing good about this young man. Only his temperament became more silent and steady, which was not even as good as the weeds. A pity appeared in his heart. Jin Ziye felt sorry for him.
He held up his hands and approached gently. Without getting too close, he could tell that Mie Canglan was just sitting upright, with no trace of refining energy surging throughout his body, and no internal energy being mobilized.
"Are you just sitting around stupidly after all?" Jin Ziye smiled pitifully and secretly raised his forehead and sneered. When he wanted to fulfill his teaching responsibility, he thought that any teaching would be useless to Mie Canglan, and his body was like a waste.
No matter how he taught him, he couldn't get it right. Thinking of this, Jin Ziye's focus turned to Shen Mingxin, who had an extraordinary talent, and he turned around to go back and see someone who could open his heart.
Turning around for a moment, Jin Ziye suddenly felt something strange. He turned around as if being pulled by an invisible force. Even he didn't know where this feeling came from. Instead, he looked at Mie Canglan with doubtful eyes. The dull young man was
Even when I'm sitting, I can't seem to feel the person standing in front of me. I sit upright like a cold stone statue.
"Strange..." Jin Ziye recalled the strange feeling just now. It seemed that something suddenly pierced out and hurt his eyes. The location was Mie Canglan. Looking at it again, there was nothing strange. It was just someone else refining Qi and Mie Canglan.
Canglan is a ridiculous scene of sitting dry.
Jin Ziye shook his head and turned around, thinking of something else, his heart trembled slightly, and he thought it was ridiculous, "How could it be related to him... This kid is just a poor guy with a useless body."
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