Tong Yan wanted to follow him, but the young monk did not agree and refused, minding his own business and heading forward. Tong Yan just assumed that he agreed and kept up with him closely.
Tong Yan: "Little Master, what is your Dharma name? My name is Tong Yan."
Young monk: "Amitabha, a poor monk walks in silence."
Tong Yan asked: "Little Master Ji Xing, where are we going now?"
Ji Xing said: "The poor monk doesn't know where he is going. The poor monk is practicing."
"Walking is also practice? Which aspect of practice?"
Silently, he didn't answer, and kept walking at a leisurely pace.
Tong Yan had no choice but to shut up and follow quietly.
Tong Yan, who was walking and thinking about his own things, didn't notice that the monk Ji Xing in front of him had stopped, and he still walked straight forward.
Seeing that she was about to step into the formation, Ji Xing pulled her and asked doubtfully: "Amitabha, female donor, you don't understand the formation?"
Tong Yan: "Formation? I don't understand."
Ji Xing lowered his eyes: "No wonder you didn't notice such an obvious illusory formation in front of you."
Tong Yan was not sure for a moment whether the young monk was making a judgment or laughing at her.
"I have basically never been exposed to formations before." Tong Yan could only say.
It is a miracle that a monk can survive in the world of cultivation without being exposed to formations.
Monk Jingxing's face was indifferent, "Where is the female donor from? Is this her first time out of the sect for training?"
"I, a casual cultivator, have no roots and no sect. This is my first time to go out to practice."
The two of them were chatting like this, and the person hiding in the dark couldn't help but show up.
Three monks surrounded the two of them and said, "If you are wise enough to hand over your storage bag and magic weapon, you will be spared your death."
Tong Yan looked at Ji Xing slightly nervously and asked, "Little master, are the three of you sure?"
She didn't want to step out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den again.
Ji Xing clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the poor monk can barely handle two people. There is only one left. Child donor, can you restrain one or two first?"
Tong Yan glanced at the weakest one on the left, nodded and said, "I think I should be fine, but young master, do you have many magic weapons? I want to borrow them from you and return them to you after the fight."
Ji Xing dug out a dusty iron sword in his storage bag and gave it to her. Tong Yan took the sword and skillfully tied it with a sword flower, smiling with satisfaction.
Seeing that the two of them regarded them as nothing, the three roadblocking monks exchanged glances and launched attacks at the same time.
The two with the highest cultivation level faced Ji Xing, leaving Tong Yan with a monk at the eighth level of Qi training.
The last time Tong Yan fought against a monk was when she first came to the world of cultivation. The monk's cultivation level was comparable to this man's. She thought she had experience and it would not be difficult to deal with him.
Similarly, the male cultivator opposite him thought he could easily deal with Tong Yan, who was two levels lower than him.
As soon as the two of them fought, there was no gap in spells. Tong Yan suffered a loss from the beginning. This monk was a pure magic cultivator. He had an endless supply of various attack spells and was extremely proficient. Tong Yan's attempts to get close were blocked by the earthen wall and vines.
When the vines hit Tong Yan's body, although the skin did not break and bleed, the pain was real. His physical strength was constantly being consumed, and his mentality gradually became impetuous under this one-sided beating.
Then one of them couldn't dodge, and after the monk made a feint, a vine severely hit Tong Yan far away. After he hit a tree, he was dizzy for a while.
Ji Xing was able to deal with the two monks with ease, while paying attention to Tong Yan's situation with his peripheral vision.
Tong Yan couldn't defeat a monk at the eighth level of Qi training. As he expected, not everyone could challenge him beyond the level.
Ji Xing forced the monk on the opposite side to retreat and fell next to Tong Yan, "Tong Donor, are you okay?"
Tong Yan calmed down and saw Ji Xing standing next to her, guarding her, feeling a little ashamed. When the fight started, she even boasted that it would be fine, but she was immediately slapped in the face.
"Little master, it's so embarrassing that I can't beat him. I can't even get close to him."
At this time, three monks were attacking here. Ji Xing pulled Tong Yan away and said, "Tong Donor only knows how to fight in close quarters. That poor monk can help you."
After saying that, in Tong Yan's doubts, he used the palm of the Buddha to break up the formation of the three people, and threw Tong Yan towards the monk at the eighth level of Qi training.
He said: "Tong Donor, what happens next is up to you."
Tong Yan was stunned for a moment: ennnnnnn
The monk was startled and quickly backed away, making a secret in his hand. He was interrupted by her sharp eyes and quick hands, and she knocked him to the ground within a moment.
Ji Xing stopped the other two monks from going over to help. Seeing that Tong Yan quickly won, the corners of his lips curled up, and he defeated the other two within a few moves.
After winning, Tong Yan ran back to Ji Xing excitedly, "Little Master Ji Xing!"
Ji Xing replied: "Amitabha."
The three of them knew that they had caused trouble, so they begged for mercy: "It was the three of us who were blind and blocked our Taoist friend. Can you please forgive us because we are the first offenders?"
Jingxing: "Amitabha, monks naturally have compassion, and poor monks have no right to deprive you of your lives. After today, I hope that all the donors will put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas on the spot."
Tong Yan was worried that if he let them go like this, they would retaliate behind his back, so he looked at Ji Xing hesitantly.
The three of them said: "I don't dare anymore. We will practice diligently from now on."
Jingxing Amitabha called out to Tong Yan and left.
Tong Yan fully understands the Buddhist concept of compassion and compassion. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? But these three people want to kill people and seize treasures. After today's battle, they are enemies. Is it really okay to let them go?
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Tong Yan asked Ji Xing, "If we let them go today, will they secretly plot against us later? And they will continue to block the road and steal money."
Ji Xing said: "It will continue naturally."
Tong Yan said in shock: "Then let's let them go."
Ji Xing glanced at her and said, "Tong Donor wants to kill them?"
Tong Yan was speechless for a moment. She had never thought about killing anyone, not even the pair of monks who captured her last time.
After Ji Xing finished speaking, he continued on his way. Whether he killed or not had no effect on him, but he could see the difference between Tong Yan and Tong Yan.
He is merciful and soft-hearted when fighting with others, and he is really not like the casual cultivators in the world of cultivation.
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"Little Master Ji Xing, can you teach me the dust-cleansing spell? I've never learned this before." Tong Yan followed Ji Xing for a few days and after barely getting to know him, he asked him for advice.
Ji Xing graciously shared with Tong Yan a jade note on basic spells in the world of cultivation, along with an introductory sword cultivation technique.
"The basic skills of swordsmanship that a poor monk occasionally acquires. The child donor is a swordsman and should be suitable for this book."
Tong Yan took the two jade notes and said gratefully: "Thank you so much, little master Ji Xing. If I encounter Buddhist cultivation techniques in the future, I will definitely give them to you."
Ji Xing laughed: "Thank you very much, Tong Donor, for your kindness."
Although Ji Xing's face is delicate, at first glance it is obviously not as good-looking as Sumu's. When he smiles, he seems to be able to see spring flowers blooming.
While Tong Yan was practicing aimlessly with Ji Xing, he was learning spells and swordsmanship.
Half of the skills are about the basic moves of using a sword, and the second half is about how to use spiritual power to use a sword.
It can be said that it is a technique that is very suitable for Tong Yan. She has countless swordsmanship and swordsmanship techniques in her mind, but the basic use of spiritual energy is her biggest problem.
After frequent experiments, Tong Yan found that the set of swordsmanship she learned in Tianqing Mountain was not suitable for use in the world of cultivation. However, the predecessor of this set of swordsmanship, the one she learned from memory, was perfectly suitable, and even its power was astonishing.
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Tong Yan concluded that the first time she traveled through was the world of cultivation, and the countless swordsmanship in her mind were most likely left behind by former sword cultivators.
But why does she know these sword skills?
Tong Yan finally chose a relatively complete sword practice that included both offense and defense. Ji Xing saw everything but never asked any questions.
In her heart, her understanding of Tong Yan as a novice in the world of cultivation has deepened a lot. She showed off her powerful skills in front of a stranger she didn't understand. Did she think that she wouldn't have murderous intentions unless she was a swordsman?
In the world of cultivation, high-level techniques are only available to aristocratic families or sects, and these can only be learned by elite internal disciples. If anyone gets a good technique, the journey of cultivation can be said to be twice the result with half the effort.
Tong Yan is immersed in exquisite swordsmanship every day. As for Ji Xing, will he kill people and seize treasures?
I never thought that little master Ji Xing must be a good person.
Besides, although Tong Yan knows that this swordsmanship is very good, it is not clear to what extent it is advanced.
The two of them walked blindly in this area for half a month and encountered several waves of monks who blocked their way. As a result, Tong Yan's swordsmanship was tempered in actual combat and made great progress.
But Tong Yan, who had not eaten fireworks for a long time and was eating normally, no longer wanted to stay here, "Little Master Ji Xing, how long does it usually take for you to practice like this? How about... let's go to the city to eat and stay for two days before we go out to practice.
,OK."
Ji Xing: "Cultivation is child's play, how can you give up halfway."
"We don't give up halfway, we just change places to practice. We practice in the wilderness, and we practice in the bustling city of the world. Isn't it said that the small hermit lives in the forest, and the great hermit lives in the city."
Ji Xing glanced at her in surprise, "The child donor is very Buddhist, but it's a pity that the poor monk's sect does not accept female disciples."
"This is what others said. I don't have Buddha nature, I am very Buddhist." Please don't accept me, I don't want to become a monk yet.
It's not that enemies never get together, this is indeed true.
After half a month, Tong Yan met the two monks who had captured her again.
The two monks resented Tong Yan for taking the opportunity to escape that day, while Tong Yan resented that one of the two monks beat her first and then tried to kill her, causing her to suffer a lot.
The two sides looked at each other fiercely, and Tong Yan said to Ji Xing as if he was complaining, "Little Master, didn't you ask me what happened? It was that these two people put up formations on the road to stop me and wanted to kill me to seize the treasure. Later,
Something happened and I managed to escape and was saved by you."
Ji Xing spoke to Amitabha and said, "Do we need the poor monk to take action?"
"Help me stop one, I will take my own revenge." After half a month of training and actual combat, she was no longer as weak as before.
"Okay, the poor monk knows."
"...If I can't beat you, little master, you don't have to be too particular about principles. Please help me quickly." Principles are not worth a life.
Tong Yan picked a weaker male monk, and the female monk was a demon cultivator, so Ji Xing stopped her.
The male monk looked Tong Yan up and down, and when he saw that her cultivation had greatly improved, he was surprised: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have reached the seventh level of Qi training!"
Then he snorted coldly: "No matter how talented you are, it doesn't matter. I let you escape last time, so you will die in my hands today."
"Then try if you can kill me." Tong Yan didn't waste any words, he just picked up the sword and did it.
The friar has rich experience in actual combat, his spells are deadly, and he has abundant spiritual power. He can easily deal with Tong Yan.
Tong Yan's swordsmanship is unique and each move is extremely powerful, and he can barely sustain himself in the confrontation between the two.
The monk attacked Tong Yan's front with a fireball, followed closely by a golden sword. Tong Yan dodged the fireball sideways, split the golden sword, and faced a row of wooden thorns.
The sword blade cut off the wooden thorn, and when it fell to the ground, it turned into vines and wrapped around Tong Yan's legs, blocking Tong Yan's progress.
Ji Xing did not start a direct battle against the female monk.
"Did you meet a young novice monk a few months ago? He looks the same as me, do you remember." Ji Xing said.
After looking at Ji Xing's face, the female cultivator suddenly recalled that honest monk. At that time, she pretended to be injured and tricked him into entering the formation they had set up.
"Who are you! Why do you look exactly like him?" the female cultivator said in surprise.
"The poor monk is his fellow disciple."
"Why, you are here to avenge him. Everyone is dead, so what's the use of revenge."
Ji Xing smiled and said, "Yes, what's the use of revenge? The poor monk is just here to ask you to apologize to him. He is honest and kind, but he was deceived by you. You should ask for forgiveness from him."
Tong Yan happened to be pushed back to the vicinity of Jing Xing. After hearing what Jing Xing said later, he thought, could it be that he said he was practicing nearby to avenge his enemies?
The female cultivator laughed loudly, "Apologise, okay, I apologize. You stupid little monk, I'm really sorry for you. I tricked you into entering the formation, killed you, and even shared your storage bag. But don't worry about me."
I will live well and use up the relics you left behind."
Tong Yan became angry after hearing this, these old ladies are really annoying.
The female cultivator smiled arrogantly: "How about it? I apologized and he forgave me."
Ji Xing: "Amitabha, it's useless for you to apologize to this poor monk. Please apologize to him in person."
"What do you mean!"
Tong Yan was surprised. The little master said that he wanted to kill them.
Jing Xing suppressed his aura and gathered spiritual power in his hands, "It means that I, the poor monk, will send you to see my junior brother."
The two monks exclaimed, "Foundation-building monks!" They hurriedly tried to escape, but were unable to move due to the pressure.
Under Ji Xing's deliberate targeting, the two of them couldn't bear it and knelt on the ground, with painful expressions on their faces.
Although Tong Yan felt a little uncomfortable, it did not affect her movements, perhaps because the pressure was not directed at her.
She watched Ji Xing show off his power and couldn't help but sigh at the luck of the previous waves of people. In contrast to this, little master Ji Xing didn't do anything before.
"Tong Donor, do you still have something to do? If not, they should go see my junior brother."
The corners of Tong Yan's mouth twitched, and he even paid homage to his junior brother, killing someone and speaking so fresh and refined.
"Yes!" Tong Yan didn't care about their grudges. She only remembered that the female cultivator had slapped her. If she didn't slap her back, she might not be able to overcome this hurdle.
Tong Yan ran up to the female cultivator in a few steps, and with a snap of his spiritual power, he hit the female cultivator hard on the face.
He said in relief, "My mother never beat me like this, now I'm paying it back to you!"
When Tong Yan walked back to him, Ji Xing killed the two of them without hesitation.
Tong Yan glanced at the bodies of the two people, feeling indescribably indifferent for a moment.
Ji Xing looked at the sky and said, "Amitabha, that's good, that's good."
“Tong Donor, let’s practice somewhere else.”
"The big hermit is hidden in the city?" Tong Yan asked.
"Of course."
"no problem!"
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After coming to the world of cultivation for so long, Tong Yan finally saw the monk city. All the people in the city were monks, the shops were all opened by monks, and all the shops sold were talismans, arrays, disks, magic tools and other things used by monks.
In addition to regular high-end shops, the city also has small Taobao streets organized by monks from all walks of life. They sell strange things that they have experienced or accidentally obtained. If they are of no use to them or have no use, they set up stalls to sell them.
Lose.
There are also many people selling elixirs, talismans and arrays in bulk here, and the prices are lower than in shops. Many casual cultivators who are short of money will come to this place to buy and sell items.
Tong Yan knew this not only because Ji Xing had been educating her about science, but also because she followed him around the city every day.
Tong Yan asked: "Little Master Ji Xing, what do you practice?"
The corners of Ji Xing's lips raised, and his eyebrows suddenly became vivid: "What the poor monk is practicing this time is curiosity."