Sitting on the top of Wentian Peak, Watson took off the heavy sword he was carrying and placed it on the ground. He took out the water bottle and drank the last half of the water.

Then he entered the pavilion, reached out and touched the white tower in front of him, which was much taller than him, and gently touched the scriptures carved on the tower like tadpoles.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking that this was indeed a magical sword technique.

Presumably the old monk I met in the woods has been sitting here in meditation for who knows how many years, but he still can't figure out the method and the sword moves. It seems to make sense.

At the moment, he obviously didn't have the energy to look at the words on the white tower, but turned his gaze back and looked further in the direction.

The temple at the foot of the mountain was already shrouded in lush ancient trees, not to mention the small courtyard where he lived.

The place further away looked like a small town like ants. He who had not yet cultivated his spiritual consciousness could not see that far.

When you raise your head, the sky is right in front of you. If it's a starry night, you can definitely reach out and pluck the stars from the sky.

There are layers of clouds stacked on top of each other on the horizon, and the mountains are higher and farther away. I wonder if it is the Phoenix Mountain where my sister is.

Or the academy where Nalan Qiuxue is going to come?

On the first day, it took him nearly three hours to finally climb to the top of Wentian Peak.

Right now, he was not as surprised as he had imagined, because his whole body was hurting, his hands were hurting, and his left foot was numb.

If he hadn't practiced the formless body once before, he wouldn't want to practice it again even if he was beaten to death.

His sister was still waiting for him at the bottom of the mountain, and he had to go down the mountain to find his master for some healing herbs, otherwise he would not have to climb Wentian Peak again tomorrow.

After thinking about it, I couldn't help but murmur softly, remembering that when I went to Tianshan Mountain at the beginning of the year, I wasn't in such a mess.

Just climbing three thousand stone steps made me feel worse than death.

It's just that Watson has forgotten that when he and Watson went up to Tianshan Mountain, he was no longer in the same body as he is now.

Moreover, Li Xiuyuan did not prepare a sword weighing two hundred kilograms for him to practice at that time.

After resting for a while, he put the Demon-Conquering Sword on his back and looked at the stone steps at his feet. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was estimated that by the time he returned to the small courtyard, the sun would have almost set.

It would take him a whole day to go back and forth.

…

By the time Watson dragged his exhausted body back to the courtyard, the sun had already set in the west.

Hua Yu was frightened by her brother's appearance and quickly took off the heavy sword from his back, dragged out a lounge chair and placed it under the eaves, pulling him to lie on it.

"I want some water!" Watson shouted feebly.

Hua Yu sighed, poured a large bowl of herbal tea from the room and handed it to him. Watson held it and drank it one mouthful at a time. He didn't let out a loud cry of pain until he drank up the large bowl of herbal tea.

"Sister, I'm going to die!"

Regardless of the image, Watson roared violently, venting the grievances he had been holding in for a whole day in front of his sister.

Hua Yu sighed, turned around, went into the kitchen, and brought out a large bucket of hot water.

I poured it into the bathtub I bought from the mountain, and then went to the kitchen to bring out a basin of concoction and carefully poured it into the bucket.

Then he looked at Watson and said: "This body-tempering herb was sent by your master, and I brought it from Phoenix Mountain. When my brother gets rich in the future, remember to return it to me."

When Watson heard this, he was immediately furious.

Pointing to his own room, he shouted: "I still have ten cents under my pillow, which is all my family property. Sister, please take it all."

Upon hearing this, Hua Yu said with disgust: "You'd better keep that money, my elixir costs gold coins."

After speaking, he patted the bathtub and said, "Hurry up while it's hot. I'll wait for you to temper your body before eating. As a result, I waited for you for an hour at noon in vain."

When Watson saw this, he had to struggle to get up from the recliner, went to the tub and tested the water temperature, then took off his coat and turned over into the tub.

I just heard a shout: "Ah...it turns out that my sister is just like the master, you all want to kill me!"

Hua Yu had already returned to the living room and sat down. She frowned and said, "Why are you saying this? Do you want me to call your master over and ask you to question him face to face?"

Watson was startled and speechless for a long time. Thinking about it, this bucket of concoction is not cheap.

Watson was soaked in the potion, and his body felt like there were thousands of knives cutting his flesh. His hands were burned by the hot water, and he screamed in pain again.

Even so, he still shrank his entire body into the potion, and even immersed his entire head in the potion from time to time.

This is the wish of the master and his sister. Now he is so poor that he can't even afford this bucket of potion.

There were thousands of knives cutting him on his body, a fire was burning in his belly, and all the meridians in his body were twisted at this moment.

The powerful medicine combined with a bucket of scalding hot water gave him a feeling that life was worse than death.

He couldn't express this feeling, and naturally he didn't know how to express it to his sister who was sitting in the living room.

Gradually, he felt that the true energy in his body seemed to calm down slowly, and there was a flame flowing slowly in the meridians, going up from Dantian, straight to Baihui, and then slowly returned to Yangguan...

...

There is a flame burning in the twelve major meridians of the body, which means that the skin of the body is burning.

Feeling uncomfortable, Watson had no choice but to recite the scripture about the formless dharma body softly.

Three Yangs of the hands, three Yangs of the feet, Yang Guan to Baihui... Watson carefully felt the changes in the meridians throughout the body.

Li Xiuyuan had forced him to recite these verses ever since he met his godfather. These verses have been imprinted on him and his flesh and blood memory.

Even if he traveled through time and space and returned to his previous life, he still retained his previous memories because he did not go to the River of Forgetfulness to drink that bowl of soup.

"Master, this disciple only has half his life left... I'm afraid I won't have the energy to chop wood for the next month."

Watson felt the changes in his body, looked into the void and murmured.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you climb the mountain with peace of mind, you are not the only one chopping firewood in the temple."

Ling Chen, who was sitting in the Buddhist hall, looked at Watson who fell into the bathtub and couldn't help but smile. His precious disciple did not disappoint him.

So what if it takes a whole day?

In his opinion, as long as Watson could persist in climbing Wentian Peak, even if it took him a day and a night, he would be proud of it.

For thousands of years, no disciple in the temple thought of carrying this heavy sword and conquering Wentian Peak in the back mountain.

But his disciple actually climbed to the top of Wentian Peak with a heavy sword while in the Qi Gathering Realm. This is a legend in the temple.

Just like the white-bearded old monk said, when Watson climbed the Wentian Peak with a heavy sword on his back, he was already a legend.

Watson laughed bitterly when he heard this: "Master, if you don't come to see this disciple, you are no better than a bloody man."

Liao Chen in the Buddhist hall smiled and said: "Your master asked you to go to the top of the mountain to see the swordsmanship on the White Pagoda. How did you feel? Do you have any insights?"

While enduring the pain, Watson replied: "My disciple would be worse off than dead, so how could he bother to take a closer look?"

Liao Chen seemed to have expected that Watson would say this, and he was not angry at the moment. He just said calmly: "There is no rush, finish your current practice first."

Watson nodded and continued to ask: "Master, the White Tower really has swordsmanship. Master, have you realized it? Can you teach it to your disciples?"

In his opinion, his master should be no worse than the old monk he met in the woods, and he might have learned the swordsmanship on the White Pagoda.

In this way, I don’t have to go through the painstaking efforts to understand it.

At the moment, I have to focus all my attention on the Formless Dharmakaya. Now I am only at the Qi Gathering Realm, and I have never even stepped into the Foundation Establishment Realm.

He didn't have the strength to go to the White Tower to learn the swordsmanship for the time being, so he wanted to save his strength.

At the moment, he felt that the fire in his body was gradually melting into his own flesh and blood, as if stimulated by the concoction.

It seems that it won't be long before I can reach the realm of foundation building.

I believe it will be easier to climb the mountain after building the foundation, which Watson is looking forward to.

Liao Chen in the Buddhist hall was stunned for a moment, and then replied calmly: "If I had already understood it, your master wouldn't let you try to understand it."

When Watson heard this, he was speechless and did not dare to disturb Master's Qing practice anymore because he felt that his body could not bear it.

The strong zhenqi in the Dantian is surging. Today's concoction is different. It is mixed with herbs brought by my sister from Phoenix Mountain. In addition, Watson practiced hard at Wentian Peak for a day...

Watson was reciting the sutra softly while running the mind of the formless dharma body.

Before, reciting sutras every day was his spiritual practice task.

After going back and forth several times, I felt the energy in my Dantian surge into my body like a blazing flame.

In desperation, De had no choice but to roar, and saw a stream of true energy like fire spurting out of his mouth and flying into the night sky.

Watson, who was holding a cup of spiritual tea in the living room, was startled. He quickly walked out and looked at Watson who was sitting in the bathtub shivering and asked, "What happened?"

Watson ignored her, but tried his best to suppress the spiritual energy coming from the sky, enduring the pain that was like knives cutting all over his body.

Just when Hua Yu was about to step forward and touch Watson's forehead, a golden light shone, and Watson couldn't help but roar again.

The golden light was like a dream, it only flickered in front of Hua Yu's eyes for a moment, and then quickly retracted into Watson's body.

It was like being dazzled by something, but Hua Yu knew it was real.

Looking at her brother who had relaxed, Hua Yu retracted her hand and asked, "Did you break through just now?"

Watson sighed, thinking that he had spent half his life practicing hard for a day, and finally broke through again, and the day of foundation building was not far away.

Seeing his sister's curious look, Watson smiled bitterly and said: "My frail body and pitifully weak cultivation are not worthy of my sister caring so much."

In his opinion, what if he entered the realm of Nascent Soul?
To be continued...