Lei Jiangheng had an apologetic smile on his face. He glanced at Gu Yusheng and frowned, also feeling a little disgusted. He said to Lu Zhan: "Elder Lu, this son has been arranged by the master to go to the Peach Blossom Forest. Send a disciple to send him there, so as not to worry about it."
It’s embarrassing here.”
When Lu Zhan heard this, he was a little dissatisfied. The leader had clearly hinted to him before that he had the full power to deal with this kid. However, this kid actually dared to swear an oath of heaven to his own son and fight to the death. He had long hated him to the bone.
When he heard that he was arranged in the Peach Blossom Forest, Lu Zhan sneered. The leader still cherished his reputation and gave this boy a chance to survive. However, although the Peach Blossom Forest was good, it was a place with mountains behind it. The humans and monsters fought there back then, and blood flowed.
It forms a river, so the peach blossoms can remain undefeated for thousands of years.
Lu Zhan glanced at his side and immediately saw a disciple walking up to Gu Yusheng.
This man was born with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and eyes like a mouse, so he was not very polite to Gu Yusheng.
"What are you doing standing still? Come with me!"
Gu Yusheng glanced at the prince named Chu Chen, turned around and walked towards the peach blossom forest.
He is familiar with that peach blossom forest.
"Senior brother, there is no need to send me off."
"If anyone wants to give it to you, take your things."
The man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was anxious about accepting such an unfortunate job. Hearing that Gu Yusheng did not want him to give it away, he was very happy. He took the sect supplies prepared for the new disciples from his shoulders, clasped them with his fingers, and walked away from the baggage.
A piece of silver in the entry baggage.
"Remember to be honest and don't take the wrong path. If you violate the rules, you will be expelled from the mountain gate."
Gu Yusheng took the baggage and said, "Senior brother, by taking my money, does that count as a violation of the sect's rules?"
The man's expression froze.
"Which eye did you see?"
Gu Yusheng stared at the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, pretending to speak.
"unlucky!"
The man snorted coldly, threw the money to Gu Yusheng honestly, and walked away in despair.
"The third one."
Gu Yusheng turned around and muttered silently.
The breeze in Qingping Mountain is slightly cool, and Qingyun Gate is both large and small. Gu Yusheng is walking alone. The mountains and rivers on the road are all passing by. He is covered in mud, like a weed on the roadside, and no one cares about him.
Gu Yusheng also understood that when he was alone, his life was as rootless as the dust on the road.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
He walked along the road behind the Demon Suppression Monument, just like when he was a child with his father doting on him. The winding path was covered with weeds and the mountain stream was trickling.
The weather-beaten huts in that courtyard had become dilapidated.
The peach blossoms fall all spring, year after year.
It seems that nothing has changed, it is simple and friendly.
But Gu Yusheng no longer has a father.
He marched with his sword in hand and pushed open the courtyard.
He reached out and picked a piece of peach blossom, and a smile appeared on his young face.
"Gu Yusheng, you have to practice hard from now on."
After a brief tour of Saul's old courtyard, Gu Yusheng sat on a small rocking tiger bench in the small courtyard, stretched out his hand to touch the smooth marks on the small wooden tiger bench, and stared at it for a long time.
When he was still a child, he could still play and play in front of his father.
Now there are only old things left to recall.
Gu Yusheng pulled out the wooden sword from his waist and untied the wine gourd behind his back.
He took out a book of greeting gifts for new disciples of the Qingyun Sect from the baggage.
One ingot of silver, one identity order, two sets of Qingyun Sect costumes, an introductory training book and several sect manuals.
"Tai Shang Yuan Fei Ling Yin Jue".
This is the secret book that all Qingyun Sect disciples must practice when they start.
This introductory practice secret book was jointly passed down by the powerful men of the three major sects when the three holy places erected the demon-suppressing monument on Qingping Mountain and opened the Qingyun Sect. It must not be taught privately to non-Qingyun Sect disciples.
Therefore, even if Gu Yusheng's father brought him to Qingyun Sect, he did not dare to teach him the cultivation methods in the secret book privately.
The journey of cultivation begins with the acquired Yuan Fei. The sages believe that after a person is born, he is contaminated with the energy of grains and loses his innate vitality. He needs to re-establish his original essence and condense his Yuan Fei.
Only by condensing the Yuan Fei can you be qualified to practice. If you cannot condense the Yuan Fei, you will be nothing more than a martial artist throughout your life. Although you can strengthen your body, you cannot break the laws of heaven and earth, change your fate against heaven, and increase your longevity.
Condensed Yuan Fei differs from person to person, so there are grades. In the introductory secret book, the quality of Condensed Yuan Fei is divided into upper, middle and lower grades, and each grade is subdivided into three levels.
The ninth grade is the worst and the first grade is the best.
Those whose Yuantai enters the third grade can be regarded as top-grade Yuantai.
The upper-grade Yuan Ti is green, and the lower-grade Yuan Ti is gray.
When the Yuan Fei is condensed to the second level, the silver light of the Yuan Fei shines like the moon in the sky.
If the Yuan Fei is condensed to the first level, the Yuan Fei will be as golden as the rising sun and can trigger celestial phenomena.
The level of Yuan Fei to be condensed varies from person to person. Those with poor talents or congenital physical defects can only condense incomplete Yuan Fei. However, for some geniuses, not only does it not take much time to condense Yuan Fei,
It can also be used to condense high-grade Yuan Fei.
The journey to condensing the Yuantai Dao can take as little as three months or as long as ten years. Those with outstanding talents can work hard and achieve it in one go. Those with ordinary talents are like water grinding an iron pestle, and time cannot change it...
When Gu Yusheng read this, he looked thoughtful. His eyes were clear and he believed in himself.
Even if I feel anxious in my heart, it will only pass away in a flash.
Now, he has nothing worth losing and can only do better every day.
"I want to condense the first-grade Yuan Fei!"
Gu Yusheng clenched his fists.
But at this moment, my stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
A trace of embarrassment appeared on Gu Yusheng's face. He understood that he had to fill his stomach first.
Gu Yusheng came to the stream beside the peach blossom forest, took off his muddy shoes and cleaned them. The cold water of the mountain stream was refreshing to his bones. He tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around the wound on his right leg. He used a wooden stick to prick the fish several times.
But he couldn't, so he had no choice but to fish around the que.
"Now I can't even sting a fish, let alone deal with monsters. Three years from now, Lu Chen and I will have a battle, and we have to work hard."
Gu Yusheng lit a fire and grilled fish in the small courtyard.
The peach blossoms in the forest are wet with rain, and my clothes are slightly damp and cold.
Gu Yusheng took the wine gourd, and the thin man sniffed, took a sip of wine into his throat, and bit into the delicious fish.
“Good wine!”
Gu Yusheng also imitated the old man's praise.
He doesn't understand wine.
In his mind, the scene of meeting the mysterious old man outside the mountain appeared unconsciously.
The sword moved the stars brilliantly, deeply touching the young man's heart.
"I don't know what year or month I was able to strike with such a shocking sword!"
Gu Yusheng took another sip, and he felt a strange warmth rising in his stomach, and his body felt light-headed. At first, Gu Yusheng didn't care, and just wanted to use the wine to drive away the cold, but after a while, Gu Yusheng felt as if there was something in his stomach.
The flame gradually burned the body, and the whole body was extremely hot, as if there was an uncontrollable force running rampant.
"Why is this wine so overbearing?"
"Has it been poisoned?"
Gu Yusheng stared at the wine gourd in his hand in disbelief.
This was something that Gu Bai cherished during his lifetime. In that Mid-Autumn Festival, when the moon was full, Gu Yusheng once heard Gu Bai say that this was a rare thing that he got in exchange for three thousand buckets of poetry and wine when he went to Xianhuzhou to study. Because in exchange for this
The object was regarded as a great grievance by his fellow travelers, so Gu Bai always ignored it.
Gu Yusheng remembered that this wine gourd was filled with a story about the good relationship between his father and his mother.
"I am a humble person, so the old man has no reason to harm me!"
Gu Yusheng felt layers of mist rising from his body.
With a thought, he opened the Supreme Yuan Fei Ling Jue and started practicing according to the method of casting the Yuan Fei in it, guiding this uncontrollable power in his body.
As time passed, Gu Yusheng's drunken and flushed face began to show large beads of sweat, and the wound on his right leg gradually healed as before.
Wait for the stars in the sky to turn around.
It's been half a day's work.
Gu Yusheng gradually woke up. He opened his eyes in a daze and stared at his hands. He was greasy, wet and dirty, and mixed with the smell of dirt and dirt.
"This wine gourd..."
Gu Yusheng picked up the wine gourd and ran to the hut, closed the door tightly, lit a candle, and washed away the dirt on his body. Gu Yusheng carefully stared at the gourd in his hand under the candlelight.
It really is that ordinary.
It looks like an unripe green gourd that has been dug out.
Gu Yusheng took a few bamboo bowls and poured out a bowl of wine from the wine gourd. This time, he became much more cautious, sipping the wine carefully and waiting for the burning heat to rise in his belly.
After a while, a fire seemed to light up in his belly.
"really!"
Gu Yusheng looked happy.
This wine gourd is actually a good treasure!
No wonder, a pot of mediocre wine would taste good to an expert.
Gu Yusheng again guided this scorching energy to condense the Yuan Fei. When this power dissipated, a lot of dirt was discharged from his body again. According to the description in the introductory technique, he really felt the location of his body's Dantian.
A group of blue mist gathered like white clouds.
"Is this a sign of Yuan Fei?"
Gu Yusheng felt a little incredible.
According to what is said in the book, the process of condensing the Yuan Fei is like climbing a ladder every day. Waiting for the cloud's birthday prescription to see the scene, it will take at least seven or seventy-nine days for the sign to appear.
He picked up the wine gourd on the table and felt like he had found a treasure.
"This thing seems ordinary, but it has incredible effects. I just don't know if it's because of the wine, or if there is something inside it?"
Gu Yusheng was about to pour the wine in the bowl back into the wine gourd, but unexpectedly found a layer of white mist floating on the wine in the bowl, which dissipated in an instant.
"Um?"
Gu Yusheng's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly took a sip. This time, the wine entered his throat, and the sudden choking and spicy feeling made his face wrinkle a little.
"This is the original taste of wine."
Gu Yusheng waited carefully. This time, the strange power did not rise in his belly. Instead, he became drunk and fell asleep on the table.
It's night.
Drunk in the mountains outside the peach blossom forest.
An old man with a loose face held a lantern at night and approached the small courtyard. He did not enter the courtyard, but listened to the boy's regular breathing outside the wall. His turbid eyes were extremely deep in the night. He stretched out his hand and the bamboo bowl on the table fell.
In his hand.
The old man's nose twitched, with a look of disgust on his face.
"Is this considered wine?"
"Where's the delicious wine you smelled just now?"
The old man shook his head.
Put the bamboo bowl back to its original place.
Turn around and walk with your hands behind your back.
"A group of guys who are tainted by the secular world, and those who are a little bit troublesome, just send them to me. Who do you think I am? Gu Bai, Gu Bai, I, Liu Yuan, have been responsible for your drinking all these years, don't expect me to do it.
It is a great kindness to guide your son in his cultivation and allow him to live an ordinary life."