The way that Nayunsogu Shenye taught his disciples was unique. Yan Xi underwent a small training and was reorganized into the Snow Mountain Sect's breath-taking techniques in a targeted manner.
Regarding this piece of Snow Mountain School breathing technique, all kinds of subtle attainments are like a clear stream, flowing slowly in my heart, and there is nothing that I can't understand.
Yan Xi knew clearly that according to Gu Shenye's guidance, it was only a matter of time before he could reach the ninth level without any obstacles.
Even the time to complete the ninth level will be greatly shortened, at least three to five years faster than originally estimated.
In matters like cultivating the Tao, one step is slow and one step is slow.
You may be a little behind in the beginning, but you may never catch up later.
Even in modern society, there are only a very small number of children who do not learn well from the beginning. Only those who are talented and suddenly understand the importance of learning have a one percent chance of catching up.
Nayun Sou looked at this disciple, closed his eyes and meditated, thinking quietly. He was very satisfied and thought to himself: "My whole life, I have always thought that there is a sect that inherits Taoism, and I am free and free. I don't need to train disciples, which saves a lot of effort.
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"But I didn't expect that in the end, I would end up with a little fat monkey."
"Okay! This apprentice is not too fat anymore."
"It's a pity that I thought I wouldn't have any disciples at that time. As my Taoism became more and more advanced, many magic weapons were no longer needed, so I gave them to younger people who valued me. Now that I have a disciple, I don't have any magic weapons to give. I can only get them from Taiyue Qitong."
Squeeze juice from Sun Youyue."
"It's just that it takes hundreds of years to refine magic weapons. It's too late to sacrifice a few magic weapons for him now."
"It doesn't matter if you are poor, children from poor families will be the masters of their families!"
"Maybe it's a mistake?"
"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings! As a master, you should not dote on your disciples too much."
Ceres Ye comforted herself and decided not to worry about this matter.
If Yan Xi knew that his master had such thoughts, he would immediately say: "Master, you have the wrong number! Mr. Ning should not be called Nayun Sou, but Qiong Shen! Qing Shen Gu Shen Ye."
Although the god of grain is actually synonymous with wealth in contemporary China.
It is also closely related to the Daxue Mountains!
Yan Xi polished it a bit, and because of his sudden enlightenment, he opened his eyes and said, "Thank you, Master, for your teaching."
Gu Shenye laughed, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, puffed on it, and said: "I gave the Xuanzhu to Sun Youyue, so I can still see the excitement in Juyu Mountain."
"Being a teacher is just a small training for you."
"This trial of Yan Po is a big deal for Bai Di Guan."
Yan Xi asked curiously: "Wouldn't Sun Youyue break the Xuanzhu directly to Yan?"
Ceres Ye shook his head and said, "How could you give it to him so easily?"
"Although Baidi Temple has produced talented people like Sun Youyue, apart from him, there are no other powerful people. Only Yan Po, who is from the headmaster lineage, is considered outstanding."
"Yan Po's swordsmanship is considered to be very good among the younger generation, but he has always had problems with his Taoist heart. When he was young, he took on an apprentice, and that apprentice betrayed Baidi Temple, causing many problems for him."
"Forget it, if you don't talk about this, I can't talk about people behind their backs."
"You have just entered the world of cultivation, so you need to practice more."
"I will take you here to watch the excitement for a while, and also learn about the various sects in the world and the juniors coming and going."
Yan Xi's face suddenly turned slightly red and he said, "Disciple, go and make yourself comfortable."
Ceres Leaf smiled and said: "Go!"
After Yan Xi ran to the mountain peak, he took out his mobile phone and connected the video. Seeing Zhao Qijin's big face, he said excitedly: "I have brought a team to Juyu Mountain and are hiding under the valley."
"Would you like to come over and join me?"
"Let's do something big!"
Yan Xi chuckled and said: "It's hard to get through it for the time being, so you should prepare first!"
Zhao Qijin muttered a few words and hung up the communication. One of his soldiers snorted and said: "The four majors are so amazing? Why do we work so hard and he just enjoys the results? Zhao Tou, part ways with him!"
Zhao Qijin hesitated for a moment and said: "He has combat power above the world's legal realm. He is an extremely important helper. We need his help."
Several of his men spoke one after another, and they all felt that as long as this vote was taken, everyone would be able to achieve the world of Dharma. Why would there be a need for a non-working person to share the results of the victory?
None of Zhao Qijin's more than ten soldiers agreed and continued to cooperate with Yan Xi.
Seeing that he couldn't suppress everyone's opinions, Zhao Qijin sighed and said, "Since everyone thinks so, I have no choice but to follow the good example."
Only then were his soldiers satisfied.
Yan Xi still doesn't know that he has been kicked out of "cooperation". Even if he knew, he would probably just say: "Oh!" without any emotion.
Yan Xi walked around the mountain peak, killed a wild beast, brought it back, cut off a large piece of fat and tender meat, and wrapped it in flour.
He also gathered dead branches, lit the fire, and put in the dough wrapped with large pieces of meat.
This is a northwest specialty delicacy he has eaten, called baked buns.
Although this thing is called baked buns, it is different from any other buns. In addition, it can only be eaten while hot and cannot be kept for a long time, so it is almost impossible to see it in many big cities.
Ceres God Ye saw his disciples busy and busy. After a while, the aroma in the fire was fragrant. He lit a cigarette and opened a can of beer. Suddenly he felt that this was what he called - a god!
I have been a disciple since I was a child and started learning Taoism very early.
Every day, I have to do all kinds of hard work under the guidance of the teacher. I am proud of despising pleasure and ashamed of eating, drinking and having fun.
In addition, Taoist cultivation requires frequent retreats. Gushenye retreated for decades. Later, because he was too lazy to take care of himself and did not change his clothes often, he looked like a beggar.
The various monastic sects in the Jiayin world had a strange atmosphere and were proud of being so sloppy. Although he didn't like it, he just went along with it.
I also feel that I look like a beggar and look superior to others.
I still got to know Yan Xi, passed cigarettes, drinks, and cokes, and prepared all kinds of delicious food. It was such a comfortable life that I didn’t want it.
Yan Xi handed a grilled bun to the teacher, and Ceres Ye grabbed it. Not afraid of the heat, he took a bite and found a whole piece of meat inside. The aroma was fragrant and the juice flowed, making him feel indescribably comfortable.
After eating a baked bun in two or three mouthfuls, and taking another sip of beer, Ceres Ye shouted: "Quick, let's have another one."
"This stuff is delicious hot."
Yan Xi hurriedly handed another one over, not forgetting to open another can of beer for the teacher.
Ceres Ye bakes buns with her left hand, drinks beer with her right hand, and smokes a cigarette from time to time. She seems to be busier than the apprentice at work.
Smoke curled up from the kitchen stove, and Yan Xi had a fulfilling second day of practicing with his master.