After eating and drinking, Wu Jie went to the warehouse and received more than a dozen bottles of Bigu Pill from the uncle who was in charge of looking after the warehouse.
"I can understand how you new disciples are eager to practice hard after getting the classics, but so many Bigu Pills... are enough for you to take for more than a year. Do you plan to stay in seclusion for a few years at a time?"
He did not refuse his application, but just advised him by the way when giving him the elixir, "Cultivation is not everything in life, and continuous hard training is not the best way to practice. According to my experience, it is best not to retreat for more than a month.
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Qingyang Temple's style is quiet and inactive at best, and sloppy at worst. There is not even a single waiter in the entire sect. From the patriarch to the outer sect disciples, they eat, drink, eat, drink, eat, live, and travel.
They all have to do it themselves, and these monks are often obsessed with cultivation and don't care much about external affairs. As a result, the atmosphere of the sect becomes increasingly lazy and seriousness is gone.
This can be understood just by looking at the spiritual field at the foot of the mountain that looks like weeds.
When Wu Jie went back with Bigu Pill, he happened to see a young-looking uncle leaning against the tree next to the spiritual field and reading a book. He curiously went over and asked, and learned that this uncle was responsible for this year.
The one who manages the spiritual field.
Looking at the miserable spiritual field, and then looking at the uncle who was concentrating on studying Taoism, he was speechless for a moment.
"Master, this Qingyang Temple has really lost its status! At that time, each disciple of our sect had dozens of servants, responsible for handling various chores, from farming and housekeeping to warming beds and giving birth to children... Look again
Qingyang Temple! If there weren’t some magical souls who worked tirelessly to do various chores every day, I doubt they could starve themselves to death!”
Jasmine kept muttering and was very angry. Wu Jie felt that she might not be angry about the living conditions, but because the magical souls like her were not busy killing people and setting fires, but were busy washing and cooking.
"I feel like all my inner fantasies about immortals have been shattered..." Du Ruo also looked like he was speechlessly asking the sky, "Fourth, have you ever noticed? The master's hair was not combed properly this morning, and he didn't even have a hairpin.
It’s all inserted crookedly!”
Wu Jie naturally didn't notice this. To be honest, he actually liked this kind of atmosphere. It was relaxed and stress-free and full of carefree atmosphere. Practicing in such a sect would definitely be better than the intrigues and intrigues that Jasmine missed.
It is much better to be under the sect of Shenjun in a day full of conspiracy and killing!
"But we are very efficient! Our disciples can usually achieve the golden elixir within a hundred years. Compared with those guys who may not achieve the golden elixir in hundreds of years, they are just a piece of scum!" Jasmine angrily protested against Wu Jie's prejudice.
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"Back then, how many disciples under Shenjun's sect could produce one golden elixir on average?" Wu Jie asked.
"If you can't become a golden elixir, how can you be called a disciple?"
"Let's put it another way, on average, how many cultivators can produce a golden elixir?"
Jasmine tilted her head and recalled, and said: "We control many countries in the world, and gather those who are qualified... maybe one golden elixir will come out of one hundred thousand people."
"It takes over 100,000 qualified disciples to produce just one golden elixir. How dare you talk about efficiency?"
"Cultivating Taoism is originally about scouring the sand, and the fittest are eliminated until the elites are left in the end! This approach can effectively concentrate resources and allow the strong to grow quickly!"
"In the end, those hundreds of thousands who couldn't grow quickly died, right?"
“What does it matter how many mortals die?”
"So the Supreme God was struck by lightning." Wu Jie sneered, defeated Jasmine with one sentence, then returned to his room and ducked into the quiet room for practice.
After telling Jasmine and Du Ruo not to disturb him easily, he first swallowed a Bigu Pill, then placed the red jade slip in front of his forehead and began to study the "Lingxiao Fire Department Zhengfa" carefully.
This technique is not complicated and profound. Its principle is to first ignite a ray of divine fire in the body, and then use this ray of divine fire as a basis to train the flesh and bones externally, refine the Qi internally, and even warm and nourish the soul. The three aspects go hand in hand.
If it were just that, this exercise would naturally not be qualified to be characterized as a supreme method that directly points to the golden elixir path. Its real magic lies in the courage and injustice generated by the cultivators in their life experiences.
, the aura of awe-inspiring... all kinds of intense emotions will be ignited with the operation of the technique, extracting the essence, eliminating distracting thoughts, and finally, like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, joining the divine fire, making the natal divine fire stronger and stronger, and the cultivation level will continue to improve.
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Especially in battle, this technique can quickly absorb courage and anger, allowing the divine fire to grow rapidly. Because of this, although there are many techniques in the world, there are few that can compare with it.
If it hadn't been too difficult to get started, it would never have been shelved and few people would care about it.
According to the introduction of the technique, Wu Jie first activated the Pure Yang True Fire, and then slowly sunk his spirit into it. He felt as if his whole body was sinking into the hot water, but the golden-red flames were beating around him.
When the sinking gradually reached the point where he felt dizzy, he began to visualize according to the introductory mental method, so that the mind and the true fire could be unified, so as to transform the pure yang true fire, which specializes in destroying evil spirits, into more powerful power.
A larger, more useful divine fire.
He concentrated on contemplating that in the spiritual world, the true fire slowly condensed into countless golden-red particles and filled them into the soul. Every time one was filled in, there was a burst of heat in the soul, as if a cold day had poured down on the head.
A basin of hot water is very warm and comfortable.
He continued to practice like this until the color of the real fire began to fade and the speed of condensing golden-red particles slowed down significantly. Then he stopped visualizing, relaxed his mind, and ended the practice.
When I opened my eyes and looked around, it was dark outside the window. It was already night.
As the Yuanling of Xiaolou, Twenty-Seven naturally knew about the end of his retreat, so when he walked out of the quiet room, a cup of tea and a small box of pine and cypress cakes were ready.
Wu Jie smiled, sat down, took a sip of tea, and took a bite of pastry. He felt a fresh fragrance mixed with a bitter taste, and his spirit, which was a little tired due to continuous practice, was suddenly lifted.
"These are really nice things. How did you know to prepare them?" he asked with a smile.
Seeing that the master was quite satisfied, Twenty-seven's honest face smiled as if it was blooming: "Our magic weapon Yuanlings often contact and discuss among themselves. This clear dew tea and pine cypress cake are the most suitable for entry-level disciples.
Improved after retreat.”
"Master, you have been practicing for almost three days in seclusion this time. You must be hungry, right? I have already asked the uncles in the cafeteria and they said you like pasta. I will prepare some for you. I don't know if you want it thicker.
Or something lighter?"
Wu Jie was stunned. He didn't expect that Twenty-seven's service was so attentive, and he couldn't help but laugh again.
"If you can, help me make some thick soup. I like broth."
"This is easy, come right away!"
Twenty-seven didn't brag. In about three to five minutes, a bowl of thick soup ramen was served.
This ramen was nothing more than the cooking skills of the chefs in the cafeteria, but the soup really amazed Wu Jie - the gravy was completely stewed into the soup, and there were some mountain mushrooms as ingredients.
The greasiness is skimmed off very thoughtfully, and it is thick but not greasy in the mouth. It is really delicious and full of flavor, with endless aftertaste!
"No wonder everyone wants to be a god. Being a god is indeed very comfortable!"
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, which immediately aroused Du Ruo's envy and jealousy.
"Damn it! I want to eat it too..."
"It's inconvenient for you to come out now. How can I explain it if the master asks?"
"Hasn't that Shogan already seen me... This little thing is nothing!"
"Even if it's a small matter, don't be too fussy. It's better to wait until I have a chance to ask Uncle General - just be patient for a few days. We cultivators live long lives, and there will be many opportunities for you to eat and drink in the future."
Du Ruo muttered depressedly, followed the example of Jasmine who was sleeping soundly under the spiritual tree, and went back into the crypt to fall asleep.
After eating and drinking, Wu Jie planned to practice again, but Nianqi advised him not to be too impatient and to go for a walk to relax and unwind.
Twenty-seven's statement made sense. Wu Jie asked himself that he didn't need to be in such a hurry to practice, so he accepted his suggestion, put on his robe and went out.
Qingyangguan's robe looks very old-fashioned on the outside, but it is actually very powerful. It can not only protect against dust and dirt, but also can isolate water, fire and smoke. People who wear it will not be drowned in water, will not be burned in fire, and will not be burned by poison.
You won't get choked by the smoke. It also has a very strong defensive power. Not to mention the swords and swords in the world, it can withstand even a few immortal magic weapons. What's even more amazing is that this magic weapon
The robe can also gather the vitality of heaven and earth within a certain range, and can calm the mind. It also has a great auxiliary effect on cultivation.
Its only shortcoming may be that its style is too rustic and inconspicuous!
Qingyang Temple has been around for five and a half generations. The colors of the robes range from dark to light. The Supreme Patriarch wears black robes. The Patriarch is dark blue, the head is light blue, the protector disciples are dark blue, the entry disciples are light blue, and the outer disciples are
It's white.
No matter how good these magic robes are, they can't be seen from the outside at all. Wu Jie thought, if the immortals of our sect travel together, as long as they don't show their magic power, they might be taken as teachers from a certain academy.
The students went out for an outing, and the whole house was filled with poor people who couldn't even afford a sachet...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.
A person laughing alone in an empty square in the middle of the night is indeed a bit strange. However, people in the Immortal Sect have obviously long been accustomed to strange things, or the sound insulation effect of those small buildings is indeed very good, except for a patrolman with antlers.
The monster advised, "Isn't it good to concentrate on absorbing the moonlight in the middle of the night? Why waste time?", and no one else disturbed him.
Wu Jie was very curious and talked to the monster. He learned that the monster was called Lu Jiu and was an indigenous monster in this mountain. Because the outer disciples of the past generations never tabooed to listen to the lectures, he listened to many lectures. Sometimes the immortals would also
Give them a special class - almost all the monsters in Qingyang Mountain practice this way, keeping aloof from the world and feeling at ease.
"It is indeed a holy land of the Immortal Family! It is so pure and peaceful!" Wu Jie couldn't help but admire it sincerely.
While he was talking, there was a sudden bang in a small building in the distance, black smoke filled the air, and a gray-faced immortal ran out, coughing continuously.
"That is how the matter?"
"Oh, that's Master Heizi Zi who likes to develop various explosive magical weapons, the junior disciple of Master Master."
"Is there no problem if it explodes like this? I think even his robe was damaged by the explosion!"
"Just get used to it. In fact, it's quite light. Sometimes he even blows up the whole house."
Wu Jie was dumbfounded for a long time, until the senior master returned to the room to continue his research, and then he couldn't help but laugh.
It is indeed a carefree fairy sect, with all kinds of people there!
