The layers of forest are transformed into fireworks, illuminating Canglan Peak.
Taoist priests in black and white robes meditate in the dojo on Canglan Peak.
The aura of heaven and earth is painted into tangible wind.
The Taoist's hair was disheveled, and his original meticulousness had long since disappeared. Even the stubble on his face had grown like weeds. If there was one thing that stood out, it was that his eyes were bright and blazing when he opened them.
As his eyes closed, the light in his eyes also disappeared.
Silent and restrained.
Every major event is a polishing of one's Taoist heart and a tribulation that tempers one's state of mind.
Just like now.
There are countless fellow disciples who come to Canglan Peak to look for Ding Xie every day, including senior brothers and sisters, junior brothers and junior sisters, deacons and elders.
Ding Xie turned a deaf ear.
As a fellow disciple, he can understand the pain of loss.
But I couldn't go to see them.
This not only fails to solve the problem, but can easily intensify conflicts.
Even the entrance to his cave was blocked every day, so he simply never returned to the cave. The dojo at Canglan Peak was just right.
If you can't afford to offend, you can't afford to hide.
When it's time to be soft, be soft and don't force yourself. This is what Ding Xie did in the past.
It's just that so many things have happened in the past two years that he has become a lot more stable, and he is not as nagging as before.
Ding Xie felt that it was probably because he had been with Tushanjun for a long time, so his personality was inevitably affected by Tushanjun.
In the past, he was playful and smiling, often frivolous.
In fact, Ding Xie envied Tushanjun very much. Tushanjun acted decisively and made decisions without any sloppiness.
Once you set a goal, you will do your best to complete it, and when you can't do anything, you will get rid of it quickly.
Think carefully and think about many things.
After spending the past two or three years together, Ding Xie felt more and more powerful about Tu Shanjun. On the contrary, he seemed to be still stuck in the past, without any significant growth. It seemed that he had even lost his original freedom and ease.
If Tu Shanjun were here and heard Ding Xie's complaints, he wouldn't say anything.
The most likely reaction is to laugh out loud.
Then he turned over and continued to delve into the research theories he had found in Taoism.
Hearing another shouting and cursing coming from outside the mountain, Ding Xie pretended to be deaf and mute, closed his hearing and continued to meditate.
Covering one's ears and stealing the bell still has its effect. Out of sight, out of mind. Even if you know they will block you outside the mountain gate, you just let them go. In short, it is just "pretending to be dead".
Not only Ding Xie was troubled, but also Li Shengli.
That is to say, when Li Shengli was unconscious in the past, every time someone came to him, the Li family could still block him. Now that he is awake, there is no excuse.
Li Shengli felt that he might as well not wake up, and every day when he opened his eyes, he would see someone looking for him to accuse him.
I don’t know when these hard days will end.
After suffering such a big loss, he could not sleep, and even his temper became much restrained.
Another half month.
There are more disciples at Canglan Peak with bruises and swollen faces.
I was also secretive during morning and evening classes at the dojo. When asked, I just said it was a fall.
"Junior Brother Sun, what are you..."
"Hey, Senior Brother, it's not like you don't know." The limping Junior Brother Wuduan had just started talking, and when he saw Ding Xie beside the dojo, he consciously closed his mouth, while avoiding his eyes, he smiled.
Joking with the senior brother next to me.
"I heard that senior brother is preparing for the golden elixir to transform into a tribulation?"
"It's just a matter of not having a shadow, but it's just a false feeling."
"Fake elixir has already taken half a step."
"It's easy to shake a mountain, but it's easy to turn a disaster around."
Fortunately, there is no need to survive the thunder tribulation in order to transform the golden elixir.
However, when it comes to transformation, there must be inner demon tribulations and human tribulations.
Once it has passed, the golden elixir will enter your belly. If you cannot survive it, your body will die. Even if it is minor, it will be seriously injured. You can't even think about stepping on the golden elixir again for decades.
Most of the foundation-building monks discussed this.
Everyone also knew what was going on. As a member of Canglan Peak, they did not cause any problems for Ding Xie.
Ding Xie was quite moved.
No matter it is Canglan Peak, Zhenren, Master or these fellow disciples.
There are many acquaintances among them. Over the years, I can always make a few friends. Although they can ask questions, they only make insinuations.
Master Canglan didn't want Ding Xie to be disturbed in the cave, so he arranged for him to visit his dojo and open up the cave.
If nothing happens, return to the cave. Ding Xie will also move around during the sermon in the dojo.
Master Canglan will preach in person.
Most of those gathered were foundation-building disciples from Canglan Peak.
There are only a few foundation-building disciples in the peak. They don't look up when they meet, and not all of them treat him kindly. However, due to the majesty of Jindan Master, they don't openly declare their hostility to Ding Xie. They just don't have a good look when they meet him.
, left indifferently.
As time goes by, although the matter has been resolved a lot, the disciples in the peak have complained more.
Rumors spread like wildfire.
All it took was for Ding Xie to be revealed as the culprit of that incident.
Ding Xie felt that evading like this was not an option.
After such a long time, there must be some explanation.
Whether it is a sect or with other sects.
"There are results." Just when Ding Xie was about to leave, the voice fell into Ding Xie's ears through the sound transmission technique.
Hearing his master's voice, Ding Xie stood up, turned into a ray of light and flew straight to the Law Enforcement Hall of Fa Peak.
It's still the same people as before, but this time it's different from the last time.
Ding Xie bowed and walked into the hall.
Compared with a month ago, Ding Xie today is not only not haggard, but his eyes are lively, but his hair is no longer tied up and he is meticulous, and his beard is full of stubble.
"After inspection by the Law Enforcement Hall, Canglan Peak Ding Xie has nothing to do with this case."
"Not only does it have nothing to do with it, it actually contributes to the sect."
"The sect can prove it, the fellow disciples can prove it, and the Dharma Peak can prove it!"
As the words fell, Ding Xie suddenly raised his head.
The final result was somewhat new to Ding Xie's thinking. He thought that even if he was not jailed this time, he would probably still be punished. After all, someone had to give in to calm down the anger of some people.
Compared to those other sect members, Ding Xie is more capable of handling things. It is the most suitable choice to just throw him to some remote place and wait for a few years to avoid the limelight.
His interpersonal relationships are simple and his background is not deep, except for Canglan Feng who supports him.
If they really see that there is nothing they can do, the Li family will definitely add insult to injury and put all the blame on Ding Xie.
I just didn't expect that the sect could actually withstand such great pressure.
"Thank you Zongmen for being a disciple."
As for the long speech that followed, Ding Xie didn't listen.
The reward is 60,000 meritorious deeds, a token for joining the sect, two top-quality magic weapons, and half price for the elixir-formed spiritual objects in the sect.
The token can guarantee that you will definitely enter the sect. Even an ordinary person without spiritual roots can enter the sect and practice in the sect.
Spiritual roots are just a stepping stone, and not having spiritual roots does not mean that you cannot become a high cultivator.
Cultivation is not just about qualifications.
If you want to achieve enlightenment, the right time, right place, right people, and the right financial couple are all indispensable.
This reward can be said to be generous, and just the last one, "Half price for pill-forming spiritual items," saved Ding Xie tens of thousands of spiritual stones.
The best magic weapon, one for attack and one for defense.
Sixty thousand meritorious deeds are equally impressive. The exchange of spiritual stones and meritorious deeds is about two to one, which is equivalent to a reward of 120,000 spiritual stones.
Putting all these together, you can basically piece together a pill-forming spiritual object.
Seeing Ding Xie's cultivation reach the peak of foundation building, the sect also wanted to take this opportunity to give him a boost.
Taoist Cangyun is already very happy, maybe he will have a golden elixir master from his sect.
Even the serious-faced Master Canglan looked much more relaxed, and nodded slightly, looking very satisfied with Ding Xie.
If you can really break through the golden elixir realm, you can replace his class.
Thanks again, Ding Xie took the token back. The other introduction token could be used as a family heirloom, and the 60,000 meritorious deeds were also included in the main token.
He walked out of the law enforcement hall with a heavy heart.
At the door, swords and soldiers were facing each other.
The atmosphere was tense.
There were many fellow students blocking the door, all of them seemed to be waiting for someone.
When he saw Ding Xie walking out of the law enforcement hall, he immediately glared and blocked Ding Xie's way.
"Ding Xie, give back my disciple's life!"
"My child was seriously injured, his hand was broken, and he is disabled for the rest of his life."
"My brother's Daoji has been damaged and there is no further possibility."
"..."
The crowd was so angry that they almost swarmed the crowd.
But they also surrounded the place completely, holding magic weapons, at least twenty or thirty people.
Ding Xie walked calmly in front of everyone, bowed his hands and saluted: "My fellow disciples, this fact is not what I wanted, and I have tried my best."
"Fart! You obviously let the traitor go."
"She shielded the traitor and killed her fellow disciples."
"Straight bitch!"
"..."
"Elder, look at the miserable condition of my brother." The crying fellow disciples carried the younger brother wrapped in a rice dumpling and placed it in front of the law enforcement hall.
Ding Xie suddenly raised the magic sword in his hand.
Everyone was shocked.
Phew!
Blood spurted out, staining the road in front of the Law Enforcement Hall red.
Hot blood flew to everyone's faces, causing them to shrink back quickly, just in time to make room for Ding Xie.
The flying sword struck him on the shoulder, and blood flowed down his arm.
Ding Xie did not give up.
Talismans for holding objects floated out, and the magical instruments rotated frequently.
The palm-sized knife stabbed the flesh, without any defense, just letting the blade penetrate deeply.
Standing tall and tall in front of everyone, his originally ruddy hair turned white due to excessive blood loss.
"I do things for myself and I am responsible for them all."
As he spoke, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
This moment completely frightened everyone.
Every entry was a penetrating wound. Even a foundation-building monk couldn't sustain such an injury for long, not to mention the weapons used.
The magic weapon already suppresses mana and the physical body's self-healing, and now it is even worse when talking to people.
"Six swords, twelve holes, I, Ding Xie, will return your wounds!"
"If someone dies, take my bones and blood."
While speaking, he took out the best magic weapon and cut off the little finger of his right hand with a sword.
Bah!
Fall in front of everyone.
"I, Ding Xie, walk well and sit upright."
"My bones and blood are with you, and I will never see you again in this life!"
Ding Xie shouted angrily, and ripples formed around his body forming a wall of air: "Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. I feel guilty and speak to you just because I, Ding Xie, still have a conscience, and I feel I can't do anything to you."
"If you get too far, then we'll break up!"
"Since you are all here."
"Just behead me!"
Ding Xie spat out a mouthful of blood.
His face was extremely depressed.
The body is like a small boat in the waves, and can only be allowed to drift.