It has been almost a month since this group of disciples started.
For a month, these twenty-seventh generation disciples, like their predecessors, have devoted themselves almost wholeheartedly to cultivation. Almost everyone practices all day long, and only goes out to relax or eat when they are tired.
Have a meal, wander around in the fairy mountain, or take a deep sleep.
This kind of practice is naturally very effective. In less than a month, several disciples have already gone out with an aura that even ordinary people can feel flowing through their bodies, and they see that they are close to entering the Tao.
An Ziqing is one of them. He has been practicing under the guidance of his elders since he was a child, which has laid a very solid foundation. Now he has obtained the Taishang Nine Turns Alchemy Sutra, which directly points to the golden elixir road. He practices it every day with reference to the wonderful method, and he only feels that every day
Everything has been harvested, it’s just like a thousand miles a day.
Seeing that after a month, he had accumulated enough inner breath to the point where the breath was leaking out. So he was ready to take a good rest, then concentrate on retreat, break through the innateness in one breath, and become a Taoist monk!
He was wandering around the Fairy Mountain leisurely. When he saw two little demons occasionally, he did not criticize them as usual. He just glanced at each other sideways and raised his head in a sign of disdain.
Young Master An is in a good mood today and is too lazy to meet these guys with hair and horns!
While he was walking, he suddenly saw the unpromising potter who was taking the Aoki Immortality Technique, sitting under a tree whittling wood, and couldn't help but walked over.
"Junior Brother Tao, if you don't concentrate on your cultivation, why are you wasting your time here?" He felt that he had become a senior brother, and he couldn't help but show a bit of dignity in his words, "You must know that every inch of time is worth an inch of gold. If you don't work hard now, your life will be exhausted in the future.
I regretted it so much when I did it!”
Tao Tu raised his head and looked at him. He was neither ashamed nor moved. He lowered his head calmly and continued to work on the wood carving.
"The techniques I practice are very conducive to longevity. I will probably live longer than you."
An Ziqing was hit by these words, and he suddenly became angry, and his voice became a little louder: "Don't know how to love yourself! It means that my senior brother is willing to give you a few words for your own good, but if it were someone else, I wouldn't bother to care.
you!"
"Look at what you look like now! You're slovenly, huddled under a tree like a big mouse, and you don't look like a monastic at all!"
"What should a monastic person look like?"
"Of course it's an immortal style, with majestic weapons, stepping on auspicious clouds, and wind around its body. It makes people admire it at the first sight... This is what it looks like!"
Tao Tu raised his head again, stared at him like a fool for a long time, and then sighed deeply, his eyes full of pity.
"What do you mean?" An Ziqing yelled angrily.
Tao Tu didn't answer, but pointed to a tree in the distance with his carving knife.
An Ziqing looked in the direction he pointed, and saw the master of the sect sleeping soundly under a tree, covered with a large leaf, and holding a colorful treasure book as a pillow...
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An Ziqing was furious, but he didn't dare to disturb the master, or even speak loudly, so he had to tiptoe away.
Being disturbed in this way, he lost interest in taking a walk. He only felt that he was filled with anger. He wished that he could build a highway now, and then gather all these guys who didn't want to make progress and scold them one by one!
But when I saw Yi Ti sitting on a stone bench holding a book and reading, with a dignified posture and a focused expression, and occasionally smiling knowingly, full of awe-inspiring scholarly demeanor, I suddenly felt that I was encountering something.
When I arrived at my bosom friend, I went over to chat.
"Junior Brother Yi, are you reading a book during your break?"
Yi Ti put down the book and nodded seriously: "Life is short, so you must seize the time. Therefore, I always carry this book with me and read it when I have time."
"You're so right! Although we cultivators live longer than ordinary people, our goals are also loftier than ordinary people! If we want to ascend to heaven, we must continue to work hard and maintain a positive attitude at all times.
There must be no slacking off in the Taoist mind!"
"Well! You're right! I always feel like I don't have enough time and there are too many books to read!"
"Yes, yes! I wish one person could be divided into several people... Now I finally understand why those senior masters worked tirelessly to study the art of clones! Time is so short!" An Ziqing couldn't help but nodded repeatedly.
This Yi Ti is worthy of being a great talent who has passed the Jinshi examination! Although he comes from an ordinary background, he has a diligent and hard-working heart! Such a person will definitely achieve something!
As a senior fellow student, he must work harder to make sure someone is safe, and he must not let his junior fellow apprentice catch up to him!
An Ziqing was excited when suddenly he caught sight of the book Yi Ti was reading just out of the corner of his eye.
Because the book was closed, he saw the cover of the book.
On the light gray cover is a line of large characters with flying dragons and phoenixes: A collection of southeastern folk jokes.
An Ziqing clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. He took seven or eight deep breaths in succession to restrain himself from becoming furious.
He was so angry that he never wanted to say another word to Yi Ti, so he turned around and left.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly heard the howling wind, and then saw the sky above Wu Jie's house on the edge of the square suddenly change color, and a billowing cloud of fire gathered from nowhere, as if it was alive, and was violently roaring.
Constantly expanding and contracting in the strong wind.
Every time it expands and contracts, its color becomes brighter and redder, and by the end it is completely a ball of blazing flames. Even from a distance, you can feel the heat wave hitting your face.
Agitated by this heat wave, the surrounding small buildings have automatically activated their defensive formations, and the colorful light flows on them, rippling like water waves.
The fire cloud continued to intensify, and although the temperature did not continue to rise, golden light began to faintly appear in the center of the fire cloud.
Everyone who could see this scene stared intently at the gradually changing fire cloud, their hearts filled with anticipation.
Whenever someone breaks through the innate, it will cause a phenomenon of changing the color of the situation. The deeper the cultivation level, the better the aptitude, the stronger the skill, the more obvious the vision will be. The vision caused by Wu Jie at this moment is so strong that it has far exceeded
To the extent that ordinary monks can achieve, his achievements will definitely be outstanding, far beyond those of ordinary monks!
"This guy! He has already entered the Tao!" An Ziqing was stunned. In addition to frustration, he also felt a sense of urgency and urgency.
Ever since he suffered at the hands of Wu Jie, he was both afraid and admired of Wu Jie. At the same time, he also had a vague desire to refuse to admit defeat and want to surpass Wu Jie.
This idea became more and more intense after Wu Jie chose the Fire Dharma and he chose the Nine Transformations Alchemy Sutra.
As we all know, the Nine-turn Alchemy Sutra is the most famous and supreme method of Qingyang Temple. Among the ancestors of the past generations, countless people have relied on this method to return elixirs, and finally transcended tribulations and ascended. Its fame is so great that almost all sects in the world have
No one knows!
In comparison, the Fire Department Zhengfa practiced by Wu Jie is much more unknown. At least in the past two or three thousand years, no one has ever heard of anyone relying on this technique to achieve the Return of the Pill, let alone transcend tribulations and ascend.
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An Ziqing felt that since he had chosen a more solid, reliable and effective path than Wu Jie, it was only a matter of time before he surpassed Wu Jie - Didn't you see that many of the twenty-sixth generation disciples of Qingyang Temple had already been refined?
Gang Qi, in turn, surpassed senior brother Shogun Kishiki Michiko!
Those seniors can do it, so of course he can do it too!
With this idea in mind, he practiced hard every day, even memorizing two sections of the Alchemy Sutra silently before going to bed. In just one month, he accumulated his breath to the limit, and finally he could try to break through and enter the Tao.
of the pass.
Unexpectedly... Wu Jie had already reached the last moment before he started to pass the test, and he was about to break through the test and enter the Tao!
"You are indeed a ruthless character who can make me suffer a big loss!" An Ziqing took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became as bright as burning as reflected by the fire cloud, "I lost to you in this step of entering the Tao. But.
The years of cultivating the Taoism are still long! There will be hurdles one after another in the future. There is no doubt that the Nine Turns Alchemy Sutra is better than the Fire Department Zhengfa! You just relied on your extraordinary talent to gain the upper hand at the beginning.
It’s just a little cheaper!”
"Wait! I will definitely surpass you and leave you far behind!"
Amid the red light and strong wind, he made determination after determination in his heart, as if he had regarded Wu Jie as his biggest competitor in his life.
Among this group of disciples, the only ones he really likes are Yi Ti, Luo Yu and Wu Jie. Luo Yu has taken refuge with a foreign race and has a bad moral character, which is not worth mentioning! Yi Ti is very talented, but it is a pity.
I don't know how to love myself, so I waste my precious time on boring books!
In contrast, this Wu Jie is brave and diligent, and has achieved success in just one month... Well, at least in front of me, this guy is indeed qualified to be called the senior brother of this generation of disciples!
Just when he was admiring and admiring, and determined to surpass Wu Jie, the fire cloud above the small building suddenly glowed fiercely, and a golden red burst burst from the middle, instantly turning the entire fire cloud into a golden red.
, and then fell rapidly towards the roof.
The roof of the small building cracked silently, allowing the fire cloud to fall in without any hindrance.
The next moment, a golden-red light came out from the door and window, dazzlingly bright.
After a while, the light gradually dissipated, the strong wind gradually subsided, and the surroundings became quiet again.
Tao Tu had already run back and was about to go over to ask what happened, but was grabbed by An Ziqing.
"Senior Brother Wu should be meditating, concentrating on consolidating his realm. Don't disturb him!"
After a while, Tao Tu still couldn't help his curiosity and walked over there.
An Ziqing shook his head secretly, but saw that many disciples had gathered, and even the elders of the master's sect came to watch the fun. He was helpless, and felt that these people were really not calm enough, and did not have the calm demeanor that a monk should have!
Before Tao Tu could reach the front of the house, the door of the small building suddenly opened, and Wu Jie lazily walked out with pine cake in his mouth, a teacup in his hand, and the pockets of his robe untied.
"I have been in seclusion for five days. I am really starving! Let's go to the cafeteria and have a big meal!"
An Ziqing felt his eyes go dark and fell straight down.
