Chapter four hundred and ninety first: the lingering demon
Sanshan, on the peak behind Qiqing Temple.
The young man stood under the turbulent waterfall with a stone knife in his hand. The stone knife in his hand stood in front of the young man. If you look closely, you can find that the young man's body is shaking slightly. His body, which is not very strong, has withstood the force coming from above.
The waterfall fell, and the cold stream water kept washing the boy's body, but the boy never seemed to have the idea of giving up. He gritted his teeth and stood in the stream and persisted.
On the shore, a pretty little girl was riding on a mount that looked like a cow but not a cow, and looked like a deer but not a deer, and she looked quietly at the young man in the waterfall.
"Isn't it time for stargazing?" The boy in the waterfall seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. He turned and shouted to the little girl on the shore.
"Uncle Fourth Master, is it time?" After Guanxing heard this, he turned to Qi Dang on the big rock and asked.
When Qi Dangdao heard this, he turned around and looked at the incense candle that seemed to have been burned out long ago. He reached out and took out a new one, inserted it into it with a smile, then blinked at the stargazer and said with a smile: "There's still half a piece left."
Time for incense sticks.”
"Oh." Guanxing smiled, turned and shouted to the young man in the waterfall: "Grandson, there is still half a stick of incense left."
"What?" When the boy in the waterfall heard this, he was so frightened that the stone knife in his hand barely fell off.
"I said there is still half a stick of incense left." Guanxing sat on Dangdang and shouted with a smile.
"Why is there still time for half a stick of incense? It was just half a stick of incense." The young man shouted with a bitter look on his face.
"Oh, I said there is still half a stick of incense, that means there is still half a stick of incense, you better hold on!" Guanxing replied impatiently.
"What should I do if I can't hold on any longer?" the young man shouted helplessly.
"You have to persist even if you can't help it!" the little girl shouted angrily.
The young man sighed helplessly and had no choice but to continue to use his luck to stabilize his body.
After Guanxing saw that the young man was not talking, he turned to look at Qi Dangdao, frowned and said: "Uncle Fourth, you said that your grandson has been here for such a long time, but you don't teach him anything, you just let him stand at this waterfall every day.
Is it possible to do it?"
"Why can't it work? I learned my kung fu in this waterfall, don't worry." Qi Dangdao replied with a smile while lying on the stone.
"Really? You don't need to teach him some powerful martial arts? The kind of flying into the sky and escaping from the earth?" Guanxing asked seemingly unwilling to give up.
"No, no, no..." Qi Dangdao waved his hand and said with a smile: "Those are all fake tricks that look good, but they are not as practical as mine."
After hearing this, Guanxing sighed helplessly, held his cheek in his hand, and said to Qi Dang in a pretentious manner: "Anyway, we are about to have a fight with that little bald donkey from Qingshan Temple. If we lose, my grandpa will definitely not do it."
I will let you go."
"What does losing have to do with me?" After hearing this, Qi Dangdao quickly sat up straight and shouted with eyes wide open.
"My grandpa handed over his grandson to you. You didn't teach him well. If you lose, it's not your fault. I will definitely tell my grandpa when the time comes. You just let your grandson stand under the waterfall every day, rushing and rushing, every day.
Almost a layer of skin has been washed away, and I haven’t seen my grandson getting any better!" Guanxing said, seemingly unreasonably.
"You kid, why are you so unreasonable? I made him stand under the waterfall to train him. I was practicing martial arts under this waterfall. How could I practice well?" Qi Dangdao explained very unhappily.
One sentence.
"It's because you have been practicing martial arts under this broken waterfall that you stopped at the second level of Xuantian. My grandfather did not practice martial arts under the waterfall, and now he is at the third level of Xuantian." Guanxing did not give Qi any face, and was very
He shouted directly.
Qi Dangdao smiled helplessly after hearing this. He seemed a little confused about what to say. He could only lie awkwardly on the stone, squinting at the blue sky. He was right about stargazing. Qi Dangdao had been at this waterfall all the time.
None of the martial arts practitioners below had entered the third level of Xuantian, but Qi was still at that time
There are people like Xuanzheng who have never entered the waterfall but still reached the third level of Xuantian. Maybe this is the gap between them. It turns out that the arrogant Qi Dangdao did not want to admit the gap between himself and Qi at that time. Simply
He said that Qi Dangdao did not think that he was any worse than Qi at that time.
Similarly, Xuan Zheng, as Qi Dangdao's inner demon, has also entered the realm of the third level of Xuantian. In terms of hard work, both of them seem to be less diligent than Qi Dangdao. In terms of qualifications, Xuan Zheng seems to be the highest. After all, Xuan Zheng
Zheng was originally a Zen monk, and his younger brother Xuanxie was a warrior monk.
But later, for some unknown reason, Xuan Zheng suddenly practiced martial arts, and the speed of his realm breakthrough was beyond what ordinary people could imagine. In almost a few years, he went from an ordinary person to a master of the Xuantian realm, and then from a Xuantian realm again.
A master in this realm directly breaks through to the third level of Xuantian.
If it were an ordinary person, it would probably be a very long process from the beginning of practicing martial arts to the Xuantian realm. From the first Xuantian level to the Xuantian third level, some people have almost spent their entire lives, even now
Qi, the head of Qi Qingguan, also spent thirty years at that time, but Xuan Zheng
It seems that he was born in less than ten years, and Qingshan Temple became famous because of Xuan Zheng. Originally, everyone thought that the chubby monk Xuan Xie of Qingshan Temple would take over the mantle of the eminent monk Duan Chen, but that one was born to become an immortal.
Xuanxie suddenly and inexplicably disappeared, replaced by Xuanzheng.
Qi Dangdao didn't know how long it would take for Xuan Zheng to go from the third level of Xuantian to becoming an immortal, but Qi Dangdao was afraid that one day he would finally break through the second level of Xuantian and become the third level of Xuantian, and at that time Xuan Zheng might no longer be alive, even if
Now, I guess I should have reached the fairyland. Thinking of this, Qi Dangdao couldn't help but feel a little sad. Could it be that he would never be able to surpass Xuan Zheng in his life? Qi might have seen clearly at that time.
Knowing this, the most important reason why Qi Dangdao has not made a breakthrough is not his aptitude, but his inner demon. Qi had the demon Xuanzheng in his heart at that time, so in order to help Qi Dangdao break his inner demon,
At that time, Qi sent his grandson to the mountain and handed it over to Qi Dangdao for training. If he could defeat Xuan Zheng's apprentice in the end, Qi Dangdao would be able to win back the victory. If his grandson lost to that little monk, maybe this was destiny.
Naturally, Guanxing couldn't think about that much. What she was thinking about now was that her grandson couldn't, and she couldn't give it to the little bald donkey of Qingshan Temple. For some reason, Guanxing didn't seem to like the monk very much since she was a child. Maybe it was because she was born in Qingshan Temple.
Because of Qi Qingguan, Guanxing hates Qingshan Temple who opposes Qi Qingguan every day more than anyone else. But Guanxing doesn’t know that in the end, whether it’s Qingshan Temple or Qi Qingguan, they all
They were called people of the former dynasty, just because the status of these two sects in Buddhism and Taoism was too transcendent, and the court could not find it, nor could it find a temple or Taoist temple that could replace the two sects, so it did not give Qingshan Temple Qi
Qingguan was given the name of a demon sect, while Wushuang Valley in Sun Tzu's family was not so lucky. Although it had never done anything unscrupulous, the court still classified Wushuang Valley as a demon sect.
Qi Dangdao looked at the few thin clouds in the sky, which were reddish like the drunken color on the face of a beautiful woman, and couldn't help but smile.
"Uncle Fourth Master, why are you laughing?" Guanxing turned to look at Qi Dangdao and asked with a frown.
"Nothing." Qi Dangdao shook his head slightly.
Guanxing curled his lips. These days, Guanxing has figured out Qi Dangdao's temper. He has always looked gloomy. No matter what happens, his face is always so indifferent. If there are some things that Qi Dangdao doesn't want to say,
No matter how Guanxing asked, Qi Dangdao would not answer, so now Guanxing knew that Qi Dangdao did not want to answer his question, so Guanxing did not continue to ask, and turned to look at his grandson in the waterfall.
The grandson withstood the ruthless impact of the waterfall, and his body seemed to be shaking even more violently.
"My grandson seems to be unable to hold on any longer." Guanxing turned to Qi Dangdao and shouted.
"Hold on, let him hold on," Qi Dangdao replied with a smile.
Guan Xing turned to look at his grandson, with a bit of helplessness and a bit of heartache in his eyes.