On this morning, a strange noise suddenly came from somewhere in the Dayan Immortal Sect.
Several outer disciples who were nearby heard the noise and looked up, only to see waves of golden waves emerging from a remote wooden roof, with blazing divine light and thousands of waves.
The waves are roaring and deafening!
"What's going on there?" A new disciple saw this scene and asked involuntarily.
The disciple in charge named Xiao Zhong immediately slapped him on the head: "Hush~Stop it! How can the rules of the saint's cultivation be guessed by you and me? Hurry and go to work at the handyman's office.
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After saying that, Xiao Zhong sat cross-legged on the ground, seizing the time and breathing slowly in front of the sunrise.
A faint trace of white air came out from his nose, rolling like two white dragons. However, this practice was interrupted by a mighty sound in the distance before he could practice for a long time.
In the sky above the wooden house, the golden waves gradually became heated and made a deafening sound, like thousands of troops galloping, or like endless meteorites crashing into the earth.
Amid the terrible tsunami, there was rumbling thunder, and lightning tore through the sky, intertwining above the wooden house. The sound was terrifying!
"As expected of a saint, even her breathing in the early morning has such a magnificent momentum!"
Looking at the golden ocean that seemed to be real, Xiao Zhong praised it sincerely.
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At this moment, Gu Bei was lying on the wooden bed and slowly opened his eyes. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were so cold that it made people palpitate.
Compared with yesterday, the energy and blood in his body have undergone earth-shaking changes, and the bone marrow has been refined. Although he is not yet clear about the definition of genius in the other world, he estimates that no matter how poor his talent is, he can at least be regarded as a good talent.
Beautiful jade.
Can Xiang Yu's bloodline be any different?
That is a fierce man who can easily lift a cauldron with a mortal body!
Above his body there was a constant sound of waves, a tsunami shook the sky, and there were strange sounds of lightning and thunder.
This continued for more than two hours before the sound of the waves slowly subsided and the deafening thunder gradually disappeared. Gu Bei felt that his body could finally move.
He gently rolled out of bed, walked to a mirror hanging high on the wall, looked at the man in the mirror, and made a smile.
He can see again.
The two pieces of cold jade originally embedded in the eye sockets had rolled down the road at some point, and were replaced by double pupils that were exactly the same as Xiang Yu's. The only difference was that both of his pupils were black.
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This is a collection of bloodlines, and it can be regarded as a kind of "return to the ancestors". Although he is only at the first level of blood refining at the moment, it seems that there are complex Dao patterns flowing through his eyes.
Holding the mysteries of the heavens.
Looking at the man who was also smiling at him in the mirror, Gu Bei couldn't help but laugh lowly: "It's a bit scary."
Then, he walked to the wooden bed beside him. As a saint of a sect, Xia Qing's daily practice seemed to be very busy. When he opened his eyes, Dongfang had just turned over the fish belly white, but Xia Qing's bed was already empty.
Yes.
Gu Bei opened the quilt on the wooden bed and stretched out his hand to see that even the quilt was cold. Apparently he had been away for a long time.
Fortunately, she didn't notice the movement she made when she woke up, otherwise she wouldn't know what this madman was going to do.
Thinking of this, Gu Bei shook his head slightly, as if he wanted to get the figure of that crazy woman out of his mind.
He stretched out his hand, pushed open the door of the wooden house, and walked out slowly.
Although the wooden house where Xia Qing and Gu Bei live is remote, in fact, the geographical location can be said to be the best in the entire mountain peak.
This remote wooden house is located on the cliff of Peach Blossom Valley. Not far from the wooden house, the ancient peach trees stretch like dragons. The peach blossoms are blooming as the breeze blows. The petals are flying all over the sky, like pink.
Thin smoke.
Gu Bei stretched out his body and looked up at the water-washed sky above his head. For the first time, he felt that the sky was so blue.
Logically speaking, today is his second day of employment, and someone should have come to inform him of the chores he has to do, but almost half of the morning has passed, and no one seems to want to disturb his sleep.
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Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch his nose angrily. Perhaps this was related to the fact that he was now "blind"?
After all, what kind of handyman can a "blind man" do?
Gu Bei didn't bother to think about the fruitless things. He just lay on the grass in front of the wooden house and thought about the exercises that Ying Zheng gave him.
Calculating carefully, I can read the skill in my mind right now, and it is thanks to Xia Qing. If this guy hadn't fed me a "Breaking Forbidden Pill" and made me enter the first level of blood refining.
, I'm afraid he won't be able to see the magic formula engraved in his mind until later.
Waiting until the scorching sun on the horizon moved to the top of his head, Gu Bei lazily stood up and walked into the peach blossom forest in the distance. A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do you only cultivate the spirit and not the physical body?
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Only now did Gu Bei truly understand the truth behind Jing Ke's assassination of the King of Qin.
Although he doesn't know much about the process of cultivation, he still vaguely remembers that the first three realms of cultivation in this world are blood coagulation, bone tempering, and spirit transformation. The purpose is to train his body to the extreme of a mortal,
Then go to a higher level of cultivation, which is the true cultivation of immortality.
And the first state of this skill that Ying Zheng passed on to him is to transform into a spirit. In other words, this skill has no steps to temper the physical body at all!
The old man Ying Zheng was like a magician in a Western novel. He waved his hand and unleashed the kind of large-scale destructive magic. However, he was suddenly approached by Jing Ke, a sword-wielding warrior. With the magician's fragility,
With her small body, she is naturally unable to resist.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head: "Being a magician, it seems that you will always be the target of others' anger. This is not auspicious..."
At this moment, Gu Bei suddenly saw something that looked like a blood stain in his palm. He frowned and reached out to rub it, only to find that the thing actually grew in his flesh.
"Is it because the blood failed to dissolve and was stuck in the palm of my hand?"
Gu Bei didn't think much about it. After all, it was a normal thing for him to have blood bruises from nowhere on his body.
Just when he wanted to continue studying the technique in his mind, a loud voice sounded in his ears: "No. 271, Huangjie, go out to collect the spiritual tablets, and report to the sundry office immediately!"