The water mist rising from the spiritual tea curls up.
The Taoist Master sat upright, with an ancient long table in front of him. On the table were placed spiritual tea that gave off a faint fragrance, and a purple jade slip.
Miaoyu was dressed in plain clothes and stood aside without any whitewash.
She has a beautiful silhouette, and her appearance is not absolutely beautiful, but she has a calm and inimitable temperament, like an orchid that should not exist in the world.
As a close disciple of the Taoist master, she rarely saw the Taoist master meditating for so long on a jade slip conveying a message.
But having already glimpsed the enlightened state of Taoist mind for the first time, she showed no trace of curiosity or impatience, let alone random speculation.
The breeze blows slowly, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of this wooden house.
After a long while, the Taoist master asked without raising his head: "Did you know that the true immortals who are eyeing you with eager eyes have ranked the so-called respectable cultivators in our cultivation world one by one?"
Miaoyu smiled slightly: "I haven't heard of it yet, but I know that the master must be of the highest level."
The Taoist master looked over with a pair of clear eyes, and there was no fluctuation in his expression: "I looked at the ranking. Even if it is Tianji Sect, I am afraid it will be like this. Now the entire cultivation world is like a picture in the eyes of the true immortal.
White paper, clear and transparent, without any cover."
Miaoyu didn't know what to say for a moment.
The Taoist master has been training her as his successor, and she knows that the current world of cultivation is about to suffer.
It is not enough to even say that the storm is coming.
"The tall building will collapse" was a word that passed through her mind more than once.
The Taoist master said calmly: "Master Tian divided the cultivators who opposed the arrival of the true immortal into three levels: heaven, earth, and human, which represent the decreasing levels of danger. My level of danger is heaven, and your level of danger is,
As a human being.”
Miaoyu said: "This disciple's cultivation time is still short, so naturally he is far inferior to the master."
This is a truth. Cultivation is more about perseverance, and hardness is easy to break. Even if there are top geniuses in the world of cultivation, facing the older generation of cultivators, there is a serious imbalance in practice time.
However, talent still cannot make up for the gap in practice time. Therefore, Miaoyu's tone was very calm and natural.
"This time you got a blessing in disguise. You have not retreated but advanced in practice, and you are enough to rank among the strongest among the younger generation." The Taoist master said.
"That's because the master's teachings are good." Miaoyu's expression showed no joy, but some slight doubts. Ever since she first saw that the Taoist heart was clear, the Taoist master had never praised him again.
"But even so, in the eyes of true immortals, you are still only a human-level threat. Because all cultivators classified as earth-level are great cultivators." The Taoist master said calmly.
Miaoyu didn't answer, finally unable to figure out what the Taoist meant.
For those who have achieved major cultivation, the necessary condition is nine times of nirvana to build a perfect Tao foundation. Even if there is a slight difference, they can only be stuck in the middle stage of foundation building and never be able to make progress.
She has only achieved nirvana eight times, and is still far from the realm of a great cultivator.
In this case, what's the problem with being defined as a human-level threat?
She couldn't figure it out in her mind, but she saw the Taoist Master pick up the spiritual tea, take a sip, and then put down the tea cup seriously.
"Now the cultivation world is in a state of confusion and chaos. Is it because we are very weak? Of course, this possibility cannot be ruled out. The bigger problem is that under the pressure of true immortals, people's minds have changed and they no longer have the courage to fight."
"Mo Li, that old dog, was in vain to be the leader of one of the thirty-three sects. He has cultivated the five unique skills of Taoism to the point of dog legs. He is willing to be the lackey of the young master. Now he has no bottom line and is ashamed to take action against young people." In the eyes of the Taoist master.
Flash of anger.
Miaoyu had never seen the Taoist master angry, but at this moment, there was a hint of murderous intent, which made her breathe more cautiously.
For some reason, she recalled inexplicably the bloody legend of the Taoist master in the cultivation world before he became a great monk.
At that time, the Taoist Master was not the Taoist Master, but the Killer Master!
"I am issuing a letter of challenge to Mo Li, saying that in three days, I, Fu Yingye, will personally come to teach him the Seven Apertures Demonic Way."
"Send a message to Jian Sha Wu Feng, asking him to let Wu Jue be quiet for a while, and if possible, let him be quiet forever."
The Taoist Master gave several orders in succession.
Even though Miaoyu had cultivated a clear Taoist mind, she still felt the surprise that she had not seen for a long time.
Every decision and every order from the Tao Master's mouth is a major event that can shock the cultivation world.
Miaoyu wrote them down one by one and answered them one by one, but was unwilling to leave. After hesitating for a moment, she finally plucked up the courage and said:
"In the final analysis, Mo Li and Wu Jue belong to the Dao Sect. Even though they have colluded with the True Immortals, they are more of a wait-and-see. If the True Immortals are not so powerful, they may be able to win them over."
The Taoist Master's eyes are not as clear as they are clear, but are filled with domineering power:
"A piece of rotten flesh on the body cannot be turned into good meat. If the cultivator does not want to become the plaything of a true immortal, it must cut off all this rotten flesh!"
Sighing in her heart, Miaoyu knew very well that when the Taoist master was Fu Yingye, the Taoist master was no longer the Taoist master.
The moment he turned around to leave, his transparent Taoist mind seemed to have reached an incredible conclusion.
"Master is protecting someone, and this person is not very old."
"Is it Xi Yuan? Ren Duanhuang? Or Jing Xingchuan, the lone villain who has become famous recently?"
With these names passing through my mind, Miaoyu disappeared like a wisp of green smoke among the green mountains of Taixuan Taoist Sect.
"We should not interfere too much in the affairs of young people. After all, this is how they all come about."
"But at least, we must stop these old losers who don't want Bilian from attacking young people."
In the wooden house, Fu Yingye's light tone and vulgar words seemed to blend together perfectly.
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The wind and sand under Chiyan Mountain have been blowing for thousands of years.
The endless desert changes its appearance every day as the wind direction changes.
It's like what was once a flat sandy land now has thick sand dunes.
Amidst the howling wind, a sand dune slowly raised a bag of earth, and the gravel slid away, revealing a shapely figure.
The whole body was clean and smooth, wearing only a pair of silver silk underwear.
But the strange thing is that his skin is as smooth as satin, especially his bald head, which is faintly reflective under the scorching sun.
The hot wind carries gravel and blows on the face.
Wang Chen silently lowered his head, looked at his whole body, and touched his bald head.
"He actually became bald again!" He sighed helplessly.
If it weren't for the brand new but sturdy shorts in the vanity ring, I'm afraid the picture would be more beautiful now.
"I have become bald and stronger."
"The ancients never deceived me."
The benefits brought to him by the spiritual fetus were immense. Not only did his meridians widen several times, but the real power in his body was also filled with an overflowing sense of violence.
Feeling the true power surging in his body, he felt that he could achieve Nirvana for the second time at any time, and he could even try to build a foundation now.
In the sea of air, a huge light red star's halo circulated, hanging high on a leafy tree, faintly burning with an eternal flame, beating like a life.
"Wang Chen, it's good for you. You slept for several days. It's a pity that I have to bear the loneliness and indifference alone in the gravel." The little medicine floated over.
Wang Chen looked at Xiao Yao and was suddenly startled.
This guy had a smile on his face and looked very good. There was no sign of loneliness or indifference at all.
Seeing that Wang Chen didn't answer anything, Xiao Yao said proudly like he was offering a treasure: "Through this period of hard study, I learned a magical power."
Wang Chen was initially stunned because he didn't expect that Xiaoyao could learn magical powers.
But thinking about her magical ability to hold her thigh, I didn't expect much from it.
After casually saying "Oh" to show that he understood, he touched his bald head and tried to figure out the direction in the wind and sand.
"I evolved clairvoyance!" Xiaoyao said suddenly.
Click!
Wang Chen was shocked, and a bolt of thunder seemed to appear in his eyes, but he was struck by lightning, and his heart jumped suddenly.
"Is there really such a skill in the world?" His lips trembled a little, obviously the small medicine skill can work on the host!
This is the ultimate skill that all men dream of!
"It's absolutely true!" Xiaoyao nodded.
"Um!"
Wang Chen's heart was filled with turmoil, but his face was calm and even solemn, "This skill is pretty good, but you must make good use of it and abide by morality. You shouldn't ignore what you see. Like me, use perspective...
.. No, use art to pursue the eyes... No, use the eyes to pursue art, not vulgarity.”
"Well, maybe one day, even a clairvoyant eye won't be able to see through your face." Xiaoyao nodded solemnly.
…
Wang Chen deeply doubted whether Xiaoyao had evolved a poisonous tongue.
Just listen to Xiao Yao continue: "But this skill has a flaw, I can't choose not to use it." When she said this, her face turned slightly red.
"Because I have tried for a long time. No matter I blink, cover my eyes, or even shed tears, you are always in perspective in my eyes. Hehe."
Hehe? No matter how you listen to it, the laughter doesn't sound like helplessness, but rather a look of pride.
Wang Chen was suspicious.
Then he lowered his head and looked at himself, then at Xiao Yao.
"You mean, you see I'm not wearing any clothes?"
"right."
"Just because of this, do you think you have evolved clairvoyance?"
"What else?"
"..." Wang Chen fell silent.
A breeze brought a hot breath, but for some reason, Wang Chen felt a chill in his heart.
"I'm not even wearing any clothes!" He roared loudly, "Are you stupid?"
"What? Why aren't you wearing any clothes?! You're making me happy for nothing!" Xiao Yao was shocked and turned pale, then complained.
"The sky is burned up by fire!"
"I'm going to teach you a lesson today for being such a brat!"
"Can you put on your clothes first and make me happy in vain?"
"I……!"
Wang Chen felt that he had simply walked from heaven to hell.
Forget it, it was a mistake to have any expectations for this guy. Let's go through Nirvana for the second time first.
Since he was already bald, he simply took out a moon-white monk's robe from the ring and put it on. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. Xiao Yao beside him had a look of disdain on his face.