The four spiritual mountains of Moye, South Peach, North Gong, West Sword and Dongqing surround Xiaobu Ting's hometown Lishan in the center, and the area is four thousand miles in radius. The four spiritual mountains are growing rapidly, and now the first planted 'Peach General Mountain' has grown
When it reaches three hundred miles, it shows signs of maturity; even the 'Madam Mountain' that was finally planted is now dozens of miles in size.
The rapid growth of the mountain is due to Su Jingyang's fire tempering, but the main reason is the magical seeds left by Brother Erming. King Mingmu is determined to create a world. If any mountain takes ten thousand years to grow, he will not have the patience to wait.
.A box of stones had been blessed by King Shumu’s formation as early as when he collected it.
The length of time from the carving in the Dragon Vein Mountain to the maturity of the mountain ranges from eight hundred years to three decades, but even the slowest one can definitely be regarded as "fast".
The four first-grade mountains form a surrounding area of their own. Only when the mountains mature can they form a small world in this dead world that is not disturbed by the big environment.
The area surrounded by Lingshan Mountain is not enough, we also need the sun. The source of life is light and heat, and the beginning of light and heat is the scorching sun. Without the sun, there is no life. Today, Moye... At least the four thousand miles surrounded by Su Jingzhong Mountain
There is a sun in the small world.
The sun is a little small, but it has gradually revealed its color. The soft red light shines out from the "star", which warms your eyes and your heart. It is so beautiful.
Little Golden Crow took over from Yang Saburo and drove the sun to survey the sky rising in the east and setting in the west. However, what it patrolled was not the big world, but the small world of four thousand miles surrounded by four spiritual mountains.
It's just a little Golden Crow and a little Chuyang. If you want to cultivate a real scorching sun and restore the entire world of Moye, it's still far away. The simplest way is: the real sun is hanging high in the sky. Little Golden Crow or Yang Sanlang, it doesn't matter.
If you can't fly out of the sky at all, how can you talk about cultivating the true sun?
Just like the moon in the middle earth, there is a sun in Moye now. But it is not everywhere, only within a radius of four thousand miles.
However, although in the sky, this Chu Yang is not real, it is not fake either. After all, it is still the real Golden Crow refined with its own essence and the essence of the blazing sun. It is real from the inside out, but its scale is too pitiful.
A little more.
It's pitiful, at least for these four thousand miles of heaven and earth, it should be enough. In a few more years, when the mountain is grown, the sun will be stronger. At that time, it will be a good day for life to return to this place.
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The mountain is endless, but quiet. There is no strange sound like the surging rocks and rockslides as imagined. There is only a thin sound of "rustling". To be honest, this "thin rustling" cannot be regarded as a sound because it does not make any sound at all.
In the ears, even if the gods and Buddhas have cultivated their ears to listen, they will not be able to catch this slightest sound.
The thin sound comes from changes in the spirit. As the mountains grow quietly, the small area of four thousand miles is quietly isolated from the big world. Only when the mind is connected to the mind and the sense of emptiness can the changes taking place be noticed.
The rustling sound cannot be heard, it must be felt with the mind.
Feeling this change, Su Jing felt calm.
After sitting quietly for a while, Su Jing began to meditate and continue to practice in the tenth realm. He brought his own little soul with him, only his own little soul...
In the eyes of Xiujia, the most precious thing is always the same: time.
But in the process of refining Qi, meditating, and visualizing for enlightenment that every cultivator must do, the most worthless thing is time. When a mortal has a dream, several hours pass by without leaving a trace.
Cultivation in a cultivator is like a dream, the difference is only in the size. Cultivation matters are measured in months, years, and years. After a profound and profound practice, you will enter samadhi. You don't know how many times a mortal has been reincarnated. Time flies too fast.
In the blink of an eye.
In the past sixty years, seventeen times of "virtual thoughts turned into reality", totaling it up, Su Jing and Su Jing have eaten two handfuls of 'Black Feather'. Huanxi'er has made rapid progress, and 'Little Su Jing' has grown from a baby to a little one.
Little boy.
The Yuan Shen has grown much faster than Su Jing expected. In fact, this is not surprising. I alone, enlightened and free, and the vertical and horizontal swords and tribulations have greatly helped him perform martial arts and cultivate his mind. It is also very helpful for his Yuan Shen realm.
Cultivation is an extraordinary help. If his soul can't practice quickly under such conditions, that would be a real disaster.
Then there is the growth of Xiuyuan...the skyrocketing, which was not achieved by Su Jing's own cultivation. Three powers:
The pure power of Yang Fire arises inexplicably, circulates through the meridians within the body, and finally falls into the Qi orifices;
The fierce and sharp killing power of the Heavenly Tribulation swam into the body from nowhere, also circulated through the meridians for a week, and finally injected into the Tribulation Veins, where they stayed forever;
There is also the Mo Qin Yuan Power, which is very similar to Mo Qin who Su Jing had come into contact with and fought before, but it lacks the irritating 'temptation' aura and is just pure black power, just like crystal and true water.
The difference between them is that the former is crystal clear but due to the refraction of light, it adds brilliance and becomes impetuous and shallow at the same time. The latter is always quiet and ordinary, ordinary to the point of being clean, but also heavy because of the purity. The heavy black power is accumulated in the sword veins.
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The three 'extra' powers come from the three little souls who practice alone. As Su Jing works hard, they gain strength; the reverse is also true, as their practice goes smoothly, Su Jing also practices more, all benefiting from it.
After practicing, chatting with Bu Huan around him was his only pastime in Moye. While chatting and laughing, Su Jing suddenly remembered something that he never expected to think of: How old am I?
This question came out of nowhere. I just thought of it all of a sudden, and then... I couldn't figure out how old I was.
I know my approximate age. I have been practicing Taoism for about 1,700 years, but I can't tell you exactly how old I am.
This can't be blamed on Su Jing for being confused. He traveled to all the places he could go in Netherworld Cultivation, Realm Controlling Cultivation, and Moye Cultivation. Even if there was no time difference in all realms, he would inevitably neglect the detailed time while wandering around so much. He practiced to the point of forgetting himself.
No matter how old he is, this matter makes Su Jing feel quite ridiculous.
After thinking about it for a long time, he finally gave up. Su Jing smiled at the people around him and said, "Let's go back to Middle-earth and figure it out later."
It doesn't matter if he forgets, he remembers the old dynasty year when he was born, and can find someone who knows the history of the Han family to figure it out.
The day when Su Jing calculated his age was the eleventh year of Emperor Jingtai of the Hong Dynasty of Han Dynasty in the East.
The sixth day of the fifth lunar month is the sixth day of the fifth lunar month of the Jiawu year.
The Great Hong Dynasty unified the Eastern Territory and established the country for 1,680 years. It was a rare country in history that was ever prosperous and never declined.
In midsummer, the capital has already become hot. People all over the city have put on thin and cool clothes. However, Kyoto is prosperous, people's livelihood is prosperous, the long streets and short alleys are full of charm, and clusters of laughing flowers are in full bloom and more pleasant than flowers.
beautiful woman.
It was a little cloudy today, but it was not suffocating. The breeze blew slowly, bringing a rare coolness. In this summer coolness, the monk entered Beijing.
A very good-looking monk. He has slender eyebrows, upturned eye corners, blurry eyes, fair skin, and bright red lips. The monk is a man, but his good looks are charming. He is not more beautiful than Senior Brother Chen Xiaosheng back then, but he is definitely more charming.
There is something special about Monk Charming. The fragrant scar on his head is black.
After passing the city gate and walking along Long Street, the charming monk came all the way to the gate of the palace.
The laws of the Great Hong Dynasty were strict, but the royal family always adhered to the emperor's motto of being close to the people. There was no restricted area outside the palace gate, and people could walk through the avenue in front of the palace at will. As long as they did not break into the palace, they would be fine. The charming monk did not break into the palace, but he
He stopped in the middle of the road in front of the main palace gate, three feet away from the palace gate.
It doesn't matter if you stand for a while. If you stand for a long time, a guard at the gate will come forward to dissuade you. He talks politely, saying that there are cars coming in and out of the palace from time to time, and it is not suitable to stay in the middle of the road for a long time. He also asks the mage to move.
The charming monk smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed: "Leave immediately, and just stand for three more breaths. One breath...two breaths...three breaths...that's it."
When the monk outside the palace finished speaking, Emperor Jingtai inside the palace was reviewing the memorial. He was half-reading a pamphlet. Suddenly, the ink on the fold quickly faded, and in the blink of an eye, the memorial turned into a piece of white paper. The emperor was stunned, and then
Looking through other memorials, those that have been approved and those that have not been read, all are blank without exception.
Emperor Jingtai is a happy emperor. He is kind-hearted and optimistic in nature. He is not afraid of strange things but is not afraid. There is indeed nothing to fear. There are experts from Tianzong stationed in the imperial city. If you come here to pretend to be magic, you will only ask for trouble. Therefore, Emperor Jingtai also has
I picked up the pen in my mood and wrote the word "demon" on a piece of paper.
Writing goes smoothly, but the written words also disappear in the blink of an eye.
And when Emperor Jingtai looked up again, he saw that the calligraphy, paintings and ancient sayings hanging on the walls of the royal study had all turned into blank sheets of paper...
Outside the palace gate, the guard who was listening to the monk counting was very puzzled. He didn't understand what the other party was doing. He was impatient and was waiting to drive people away. Suddenly he heard a passing scholar say "Eh". The scholar's eyes were surprised and he looked at him blankly.
palace gate.
Following the scholar's gaze, the guard was shocked: the golden plaque hanging high at the main entrance of the palace turned blank, and the writing on the plaque disappeared.
The handwriting on the golden plaque in the imperial city disappeared, and even the seal of the ancestor emperor disappeared. As he was performing his duties, the guard felt a strange buzzing in his head. If something happened to the golden plaque, they, the gatekeepers, could not absolve themselves of the blame.
, but no mortal can think of the reason for such a strange thing.
The charming monk still smiled and comforted softly: "Don't worry, not only this plaque, but also the entire imperial city has no words. It's due to the magic of immortality. It's not your fault."
After hearing this, the guard immediately drew his sword, but before he could yell, a sudden shout came from the palace behind him: "Mortals retreat, but the demon monks should not leave!"
The sound of shouting falls, and the arc light rises!
The palace was hijacked by a demon. The Tianzong disciples guarding the place immediately noticed it and investigated the fluctuations in spirit energy. The monks guarding the palace had determined that the monk was responsible.
Currently on duty, the disciples of Tianzong guarding the mortal imperial court are from Niruluo. Among the true disciples, they have already advanced to the realm of Yuanshen. They have both skills and age. They are Qiqiao, Fengqiao's senior brother. He inherits the Taoist lineage and Taoism.
No. Qingluo.
Qing Luo came with his sword, and when people came, his sword came, and his strike was like thunder.
The charming monk did not dodge, and opened his mouth with a smile, making a sucking gesture. Qing Luo, who was attacking with his sword, felt an inexplicable strange force coming towards him. With the strength of his soul, he had no room to resist, and even he and his sword were captured.
The monk swallowed it in one gulp!
When the man entered the sword, the monk gargled his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled, and the twisted sword spat out on the ground with a clanking sound, but the man was eaten directly into his belly.
The next moment, the monk's belly shook slightly, and he opened his mouth again, spitting out a bloody skeleton.
Leave the skin and flesh behind, drain the essence and blood, and forget about the bones.
The monk felt that there should be rules for cannibalism and that people should spit out bones, otherwise they would become wild dogs and coyotes.
He is not a monk who eats people without spitting out their bones.