Even though he knew that there would be no time to practice, Lu Li couldn't help feeling that the days passed by so fast.
In the blink of an eye, several months had passed since he became a disciple of Sikong Xuan.
In the past few months, he had lived a very fulfilling life.
During the day, I spent every day chopping iron wood to build a house and going to Ganningsi to earn a living.
At night, I usually follow Sikong Feng to learn various things, including common sense in the world of cultivation, body skills and some secrets.
Just because Sikong Xuan made a training plan for him and asked him not to improve his cultivation recently, Lu Li has not practiced in the past few months.
His cultivation has also been stagnant at the twelfth level of Qi training.
But now, compared to when he first joined Senluo Mountain, he is completely different in terms of strength and knowledge.
Hearing footsteps outside the house, Lu Li put away his thoughts, stood up, took the specially prepared wine jar, opened the door and walked out.
Outside the house, there are huge trees and spiritual plants everywhere.
Under the moonlight it is like a fairyland on earth.
"What are you practicing today?"
Lu Li pushed open the door and looked at Sikong Feng, who was standing not far away. He smiled and threw the wine jar in his hand over.
"Fists and kicks."
Sikong Feng took the wine jar steadily and spit out two words.
"So has Master told you where he went?"
Lu Li nodded after hearing this and walked out of the room to ask Sikong Feng.
"I didn't say it, but I can guess it."
"Is that so?" Lu Li nodded.
He hadn't seen Sikong Xuan in almost a month.
I don’t know what this waving master is doing.
However, Lu Li did not ask again.
And Sikong Feng just answered casually without thinking of explaining.
The two of them walked to an open space not far away. As Sikong Feng put the wine jar aside on the ground, Lu Li also quickly entered the state.
"I will keep my cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building. Remember to savor my movements carefully."
As he spoke, the gray-black fairy robe on Sikong Feng transformed back into the armor Lu Li wore when he first met him.
As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Feng raised his hand and attacked Lu Li.
Lu Li's eyes narrowed, and he turned his palms into fists. He also used his feet to attack Sikong Feng.
The two are on the verge of breaking out.
Just talking about arm span, Lu Li is naturally unable to compare with Sikong Feng's ape arms.
However, after studying these days, Lu Li was no longer the fighting rookie who only knew a set of Wang Ba Fist.
Seeing the fist coming straight towards his face, Lu Li fell down, put his hands on the ground, then jumped his legs and kicked Sikong Feng suddenly.
Sikong Feng resisted Lu Li's kick without changing his expression, and even took advantage of the situation to jump up suddenly, holding the hammer with both fists, and struck Lu Li from a high position.
Lu Li didn't dare to be lazy and rolled several times to avoid Sikong Feng's explosive hammer.
When Sikong Feng saw that he missed the target, he quickly struck again.
After beating the ground, it did not stand up. Instead, it landed on all four paws and rushed towards Lu Li.
At this time, Lu Li's stamina had not yet regenerated, but his previous vigour had just faded away. When he saw Sikong Feng's approaching figure, his expression changed.
Fortunately, out of desperation, Lu Li grasped the ground with both hands and moved his upper body with a scorpion tail, directly pressing Sikong Feng under him.
However, Sikong Feng's reaction was naturally very quick.
With a twist of his body, he shook Lu Li off, and even reached out to lock Lu Li's neck.
All this seems to be a long time, but in fact it is just a blink of an eye.
"Your physique is not weaker than mine in the middle stage of foundation building, but you don't know how to control your breathing rhythm."
Sikong Feng stood up, pulled Lu Li up, and said.
"Breathing rhythm?"
Lu Li was a little confused. He seemed to have seen this statement in some places in his previous life.
"Of course, physical practitioners pay attention to one breath when fighting. This breath does not mean that they have to hold a breath, but their breathing rhythm. As long as the rhythm is not disordered, the fighting will only become smoother." Sikong Feng nodded.
"So my breathing rhythm was messed up just now..."
Lu Li recalled Sikong Feng's previous movements and his own movements, and then understood what Sikong Feng meant by breathing rhythm.
Sikong Feng's movements were extremely smooth. As soon as he landed a move, another move came out, which completely overwhelmed him.
Except for the variation of the first move, which he took advantage of, he completely fell into the rhythm of Sikong Feng's attack and was so suppressed that he didn't even have time to stand up.
"Want to come again?"
Seeing that Lu Li seemed to have gained something, Sikong Feng asked.
"Come!"
Lu Li took a deep breath and took the lead to attack Sikong Feng.
…
The two practiced hard all night.
They didn't stop until it got daylight.
After this night's fist fight, even though the spiritual power in Lu Li's body was constantly repairing his injuries, he was still bruised and swollen.
The clothes on his body were also torn to pieces by Sikong Feng's sharp claws.
Even at this time, he didn't even have the strength to get up, and he lay on the ground gasping for air.
On the contrary, looking at Sikong Feng, not only was he unscathed, but he also opened the wine jar that he had put aside and took a sip of the wine Lu Li bought from Qian Ning Peak.
"The Peak Master once told me that in a battle between monks, you must go all out because there are too many variables and you can't guarantee what cards your opponent will have.
Therefore, whenever we decide to fight, it must be a battle of life and death.
Only one can stand."
Sikong Feng sat next to Lu Li and spoke slowly.
"The word "fight" means that the winner stands and the loser lies down."
Lu Li looked up at Sikong Feng who was drinking and spoke softly.
It wasn't that he didn't want to speak loudly, but it was because he had no energy left in his body and just felt tired.
"You're right, let's say we are like this now, you lie down and I stand."
Sikong Feng nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
However, after the words fell for a long time, Lu Li's reply was not heard.
Looking down, Lu Li had already closed his eyes and fell asleep with his head in his hands.
"Is cultivating an immortal really that good..."
Seeing Lu Li sleeping soundly, Sikong Feng's eyes looked a little shaken.
Putting the finished wine jar aside, Sikong Feng raised his head and glanced at the sky. The calmness disappeared into the earth along with the vegetation on the tenth peak.
Because it is in the earth's veins, it is also bound by the earth's veins and cannot appear during the day...
"When I sleep in a big dream, I feel like a guest in the world..."
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Li opened his eyes comfortably and stretched his waist. However, he did not get up. Instead, he lay quietly on the ground and looked up at the sky.
There is no pollution from the previous life, and there are only white clouds in the blue sky.
However, from time to time there would still be a few rays of sword light swaying across the horizon.
At that time, the disciples in Senluo Mountain who had just broken through the golden elixir were learning to wield swords together under the leadership of the elders.
Suddenly, a shadow fell on Lu Li.
What followed was a normal, but slightly tired face.
"Master, are you back?"
Lu Li sat up and looked at the returning Sikong Xuan.
"You're back. You don't have to go to Qian Ningsi for dinner tomorrow."
Sikong Xuan looked at the disciple in front of him and rubbed his aching brow.
"What? Are we going to have our own canteen at the Tenth Peak?" Lu Li looked at Sikong Xuan in surprise.
"No, it was your master who said that you were about to lead her away from the disciple she had been assigned to Qian Ningsi, and he wouldn't let you go."
Sikong Xuan felt a little puzzled when he recalled the message Fu Qingxue sent him not long ago.
He just asked Lu Li to have a meal. How could Lu Li still have such ability?
"I just discussed the top ten interrogation tortures with Senior Brother Kong Chen after I found out his identity. Master Fu is not trying to chase me away. She is obviously throwing Master's face on the ground..."
Lu Li said angrily.
"You don't need to provoke me. I can't beat your master now, and your master is very vindictive."
Sikong Xuan stared at Lu Li expressionlessly, having already penetrated his little thoughts.
"Then Master, where should I go to eat in the future?"
Lu Li chuckled, looked at Sikong Xuan and asked.
"Let's go to Pojun Peak. I happened to talk to your Uncle Yan, and he promised me to let you learn physical skills from him."
Sikong Xuan's voice fell slowly.
Lu Li looked at Sikong Xuan who turned around and left without looking back, and scratched his head in confusion.
However, the next moment, a sinister voice fell into his ears, making his heart skip a beat.
"Good nephew, Master Fu seemed to have heard you speaking ill of him just now."
Hearing the sound, Lu Li quickly stood up and looked at the source of the sound.
When he saw Fu Qingxue, who was wearing the same black and red fairy robe as Sikong Xuan, Lu Li quickly apologized and said, "It was my master who said just now that you are the most vindictive, Master Fu. How dare my nephew say anything about you, Master Fu?"
"Is it?"
A satisfied smile appeared on Fu Qingxue's lips, and her eyes fell on Sikong Xuan who was walking away.
Sikong Xuan couldn't help but stiffen.
I knew this guy was going to trick me...
Turning around to look at the smiling Fu Qingxue, Sikong Xuan smiled bitterly.
"Senior sister, don't listen to Lu Li's nonsense. How dare I arrange something behind your back..."
"Is it?"
Fu Qingxue looked at Sikong Xuan's appearance and spoke again.