Listening to the sound of the bell and the birds rising, Xie Duanyang slowly ended today's practice, got up and walked out of the stone house.
Now, it is already the third day since he returned to Caixia Mountain.
Calculating the time, Qixuanmen has already found the descendants of the original bloodline and sent them to him to test his qualifications.
Hearing the noise, Zhang Jialiang hurriedly came out and stood still behind Xie Duanyang.
In the past two days, Xie Duanyang not only cleaned up the Shenshou Valley briefly, but also explained to him some basic knowledge of spiritual practice.
It's just that his spiritual qualifications are really average, and his understanding isn't that great either.
Without any personal help, my practice is really slow.
Even the first step of introducing the gas into the body is estimated to take more than ten days to complete.
Therefore, there has not been any change in temperament, but he is no longer as nervous and uneasy as before, and there is some expectation in his eyes.
"Let's go and see your brothers and sisters."
Without releasing the dark cloud bag again, Xie Duanyang grabbed Zhang Jialiang and used the "Wind Control Technique".
After a few ups and downs, he appeared outside the God's Hand Valley.
Wang Juechu and his son, as well as a group of Qixuanmen elders, stood respectfully outside the green and rusty copper bell, and no one dared to kick it.
Affected by this, many children beside and behind him instinctively held their breath.
There are not many blood relatives in the Zhang family, just over a dozen.
After all, Xie Duanyang has requirements for people of similar age and bloodline.
Most of them are the children and grandchildren of the Wang family and the elders.
After all, it is such a great opportunity for an immortal cultivator to have a disciple. After knowing it, who wouldn’t want to give it a try?
This is also the reason why Wang Juechu feels uneasy.
If he could, he just wanted to stuff his favorite grandchildren in and try his luck.
I don't want to make the matter so big and make Xie Duanyang unhappy, so that a good chance turns into a disaster.
It's just that Xie Duanyang broke into the Sunset Peak main hall in public, and then Wang Juechu personally took care of the matter.
They can't hide it no matter what, even though their father and son are direct descendants of Master Qi Jue, they have controlled Qixuan Sect for many years, and they run it like an iron bucket.
But if the Presbyterian Council agrees, there is nothing they can do.
That's it, you put one in and I'll add two more.
As a result, it has evolved into what it is now, and it is even more difficult to remove people from the top.
Seeing the expressionless Xie Duanyang, Wang Juechu had no choice but to bite the bullet and stand up.
"My lord..."
"It's nothing to help people test whether they have the qualifications to practice.
Even if you have spiritual roots, I will reward you with some exercises."
Xie Duanyang's eyes swept over the young and girls who were dressed in fine clothes and were completely different from the Zhang family's children, and he spoke indifferently.
"But don't imagine that I will accept another disciple."
When Wang Juechu's son wanted to speak, the old man saw through his heart, grabbed him, and saluted Xie Duanyang, expressing his apology and gratitude.
At this time, the middle-aged man surnamed Wang suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
I remembered that although Xie Duanyang had a good temper, he was still an immortal cultivator who could wipe out his own sect with a wave of his hand, and I didn’t dare to say another word.
Over there, Xie Duanyang had already summoned about thirty children and teenagers to his side and cast spells to check them one by one.
There is another girl named Xiaoxiu in the Zhang family who has spiritual roots, and she is much better than Zhang Jialiang.
The qualifications of the Three Spiritual Roots are enough to officially join the major sects.
This is not surprising. What surprised Xie Duanyang was that one of the descendants of the senior Qixuanmen also had the qualifications to practice.
Although there are only four spiritual roots, it is quite surprising that one can appear among twenty people.
I casually punched the first six levels of "Housou Zhen Gang" into the kid's sea of consciousness, which was regarded as fulfilling my previous promise.
It was a pity that the elder of the young man in brocade could not become his disciple, but he was not very disappointed.
After all, they don't know how to practice. They don't know their qualifications and resources. Their practice speed is as different as clouds and mud.
I just feel that with the skills, I can become famous.
Even the Wang family father and son, as well as a group of elders and other hall masters, also had shining eyes.
In any case, the Qixuan Sect now has the Sect Immortal Law Book.
Although Xie Duanyang concluded that they did not have the qualifications to practice, they were just like Dr. Mo back then.
If a great opportunity falls in front of you, you will not give it up easily no matter what.
What's more, the boys and girls sent today are only a small part of their children and grandchildren.
There are still five or ten times more people who have not been brought over. Among so many people, there are probably only three or two more.
They thought like this in their hearts, thinking of a bright future.
"Taking out this half of the skill should be enough to calm them down for a while."
With just a casual glance, the thoughts of these people are clearly revealed in his eyes.
This is also Xie Duanyang's purpose, to save them from disturbing him again.
After returning to the valley with his two disciples, Xie Duanyang officially activated the "Mountains and Rivers Hundred Veins Diagram" formation and formally taught his two disciples the practice.
After all, he cannot stay here in Qixuanmen for too long.
When Wu Jialiang and Wu Xiu become successful and get older, they will be sent to Flower Language Country.
How much they can learn depends on their fate.
The setting sun is like blood, disappearing into the western mountains.
Xie Duanyang stood in front of the hive, looking at the returning bees.
After deciding to settle here, he built a beehive as usual and released it.
It's just that although Shenshou Valley is considered beautiful, it is still not as good as the spiritual fields developed in Luanhua Mountain.
It is far worse than it was in the Shenbing Sect, and I was just barely able to survive.
If I stay for a few more years, I'm afraid my bloodline will deteriorate.
"Well, it seems that there are a few flower bees missing?"
He released his spiritual thoughts and scanned them all at once. Xie Duanyang couldn't help but frown.
The longevity of bees and insects is far inferior to that of many spiritual beasts. In the past thirty years, except for the queen bee, his nest of hundred-flower bees has gone through two or three generations.
And the ones he is carrying now are also carefully selected and outstanding ones.
All of them have the second or third level of qi training, although Baihua Bee's demonic qi is weak.
But in the mortal world, they are still ferocious beasts that are not inferior to wolves and leopards. Why are there suddenly three missing?
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You know, it has been more than a hundred years since Qixuanmen moved to Caixia Mountain.
With so many people practicing martial arts around, all the animals, big and small, have long since been cleared away.
Not to mention ferocious beasts such as tigers, leopards, jackals, and all kinds of poisonous snakes, most of them become prey.
Xie Duanyang didn't know what could actually kill several flower bees at once.
"Today, they seem to have gone deep into the west mountain peak..."
Using the "Hundred Insects Communication Technique" and communicating with the queen bee with his spiritual consciousness, Xie Duanyang quickly obtained the direction of Mo Lake.
There was no rush to find out what happened. Xie Duanyang took it to heart and went to rest.
The next day, Xie Duanyang activated the formation and released the Flower Bee.
Tell the two disciples who have had breakfast not to run around and practice honestly.
Xie Duanyang lazily followed behind, directing them to where they were yesterday.
The mountain is not high, but the forest is dense.
He didn't control any flying escapement weapon, he just released the golden-backed demon mantis and made it wield two boring knives to open a clear path.
At the same time, he slowly released his huge spiritual consciousness, searching for every plant and tree along the way.
For him, it is extremely slow, but for ordinary people in the world, it is as fast as the wind, truly flying on grass.
After about a cup of tea, Xie Duanyang stopped.
The reason for stopping was not that Xie Duanyang noticed something first, but that the golden-backed demon mantis that was opening the way suddenly stopped.
Two wings suddenly raised, a buzzing sound sounded, and the mantis jumped up from the ground and rose into the air.
The gray-black demonic energy rolled and rolled out, eroding the green vegetation on the ground until it was scorched black and yellow.
Xie Duanyang squinted his eyes, and without thinking, he first raised the red copper bell and poured his magic power into his robes.
He picked up the Zhang Transformation Talisman with his left hand, patted the glass box on his waist with his right palm, and held in his hand the immortal-killing flying knife that had never been shown to anyone.
No wonder he was so careful, he was armed to the teeth in an instant.
You must know that the golden-backed demon mantis is a true fourth-level peak demon beast, and it is also a strange species in the world.
After the menstrual blood chalcedony initially stimulates the blood vessels in the body, in terms of realm and strength, it is infinitely close to the real pill formation.
It's so abnormal now. Could it be that there are monsters above the fifth level here, or high-level monks?
Xie Duanyang thought for a moment and overturned his guess.
There are no decent spiritual lands in Jingzhou, and the spiritual energy is very thin, so there should be no high-level monsters or monks.
It may be more likely that it is an ancient monk's cave.
But in that case, the golden-backed demon mantis shouldn't have discovered it before he did.
Thinking in his heart, Xie Duanyang has already activated the "Dayan Jue" and fully expanded his spiritual consciousness.
Soon, I discovered the anomaly.
"This is..."
Xie Duanyang's figure was hidden among the branches and leaves, looking at a hidden valley a hundred feet away.
We have almost reached the end of Caixia Mountain. A few miles further on, we will reach the mountain range of Baimang Mountain, the largest mountain in Jingzhou.
It's not far away from Qixuanmen, and the terrain is steep, making it difficult for those who don't have peerless light skills to get there.
Therefore, it has not experienced the ravages of those warriors from the Qixuan Sect, and still retains the aura of desolation it deserves.
However, these are not the focus of Xie Duanyang's attention.
He just squinted his eyes and fixed his sight on one of the trees in the middle of the valley.
This tree is not very tall, only about ten feet.
But it has an aura that the surrounding trees do not possess, even if they are not monks, even if they are just ordinary people.
If one's innate spiritual sense is sharper, it will not be difficult to detect it.
The skin is as green as green and the leaves are as short as flowers. It looks a bit like a sycamore.
But it is completely different from the parasol trees here in Jingzhou and several similar spiritual trees in the cultivation world.
"Most of these spiritual flowers and herbs are protected by psychic monsters.
Could it be that the flower bee died because of it?"
Looking at the tung blossoms in full bloom on the tree, as well as the flower bees shuttled among them, working hard to collect nectar, Xie Duanyang was thoughtful, and he probably understood.
This tree is full of spiritual energy. Even though Xie Duanyang has seen many thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in Hanli Cave, none of them seems to be comparable to it.
If it grows flowers, it will be a great temptation for flower bees.
If this alarms the guarding spiritual beasts, it is inevitable that a few will be killed or injured.
Thinking in his mind, Xie Duanyang restrained the golden-backed demon mantis beside him, and he used Zhang's incarnation talisman to fly towards the green wu tree with his spiritual consciousness.
This demonic insect was not cultivated by himself since it hatched. Even though he had the Juling Card in his hand, he could not be said to be well-informed.
Xie Duanyang was unwilling to release it, lest he damage this extraordinary spiritual tree.
It was only a hundred feet away. Even though Xie Duanyang had deliberately slowed down, it still only took three or two blinks to reach a distance of only thirty feet.
When he got here, he no longer approached, but carefully raised his palm, tentatively releasing some magic power.
A sharp golden energy condensed into the shape of a knife in the air and slashed at a corner of the sycamore tree.
Although he had already guessed that there was an accompanying monster here, his spiritual consciousness had never sensed it.
Until now, something strange finally appeared.
But I saw ripples appearing out of thin air in the originally still air, rippling into waves.
The expansion speed of the ripples is not fast and violent, but gives people a gentle feeling.
But those flower bees that had been working so hard to collect honey seemed to be drunk, swaying and falling to the ground.
Next to Xie Duanyang, the golden-backed demon mantis suddenly opened its wings and fluttered non-stop.
The two boring knives were placed horizontally in front of him, rubbing against each other and making a sharp sound.
It was only then that Xie Duanyang heard a voice belatedly.
I can’t tell what it is exactly, it’s like a bird chirping, but I can’t say Qingyue.
It’s like the Kunshan jade is broken into pieces and the rain falls on the bead plate.
But...
However, he found that following this cry, the thin spiritual energy around him became active, and there were abnormal fluctuations.
After a while, his energy, blood, and magic power showed signs of dissipating.
"What a domineering magical power!"
Xie Duanyang was secretly speechless.
This is also thanks to the fact that he is different from ordinary monks. Like the golden-backed demon mantis, he is infinitely close to the pill-forming monks.
If it were a Qi practitioner, or even a Foundation-building monk, I would probably drink away my true energy just by meeting him, and I wouldn't be able to gain any more magic power.
You can only let the other party control you.
Among the spiritual beasts Xie Duanyang has seen, this kind of magical power is probably only comparable to the fire dragon from the Shenbing Sect, which is naturally close to fire.
Even the golden-backed demon mantis is far behind.
However.
If it was a spiritual beast from his imagination, it would not be surprising.
This spiritual beast originally rested on the Qingwu tree, but its aura was consistent with the tree, and it was able to contain its own aura without leaking.
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Therefore, even with Xie Duanyang's spiritual consciousness, he could not detect it. Instead, the mantis sensed the clues through the instinct between monsters and beasts.
But now, since it has started to move, it is running its magic power.
Naturally, he broke away from the state of "harmony between man and nature" and exposed his figure in front of Xie Duanyang.
It looks similar to a pheasant, but its tail feathers are much longer and more colorful, and it also has a natural majesty.
However, the aura is not very strong. It is almost at the third level, which is equivalent to the middle stage of foundation building for human monks.
"This is...a descendant of the Phoenix bloodline?!"
Xie Duanyang murmured to himself, thinking of many things in an instant.