Staring at the unclear image in a bronze mirror suspended in the air, the middle-aged man surnamed Xun, Chu Qing'er and the young man in white robes did not make a sound. They tried not to pay attention to the man walking out of the tree.
Weird Taoist priest.
Experts have keen senses, and even if they are dozens of miles away, staring at them can easily cause the other party to notice.
They wanted to understand the relationship between the spirit that came out of Caomuling's secret realm and the Taoist priest. The witchcraft that was quietly arranged to transmit images could not transmit sounds. They could only analyze it based on the expressions and movements in the images of Mohu.
Suddenly, the Taoist priest in the image looked in the direction of the three of them, with a cold expression on his face, and raised his hand.
The image on the bronze mirror suddenly disappeared, and the three of them looked at each other in shock.
"What a powerful perception! No wonder Senior Brother Ji wanted to mobilize Senior Sheng to surround him, but unfortunately he failed... That kid grew up too fast and is a disaster to our Witch Clan."
The middle-aged man sighed, a little worried.
He had been careful and careful, and the witchcraft he arranged was very hidden, but he still couldn't hide it from the other party's detection.
Chu Qing'er said softly: "I first met him at Baihu Ridge the year before last. He was still in the early stage of Jianwei Realm."
Last year, she met from a distance in Biyifeng. At that time, the other person had already reached the stage of perfection. Later, she heard that the Taoist priest had become a new master of the Free Realm of the Da'an Dynasty. She suspected that the Taoist priest was the reincarnation of a Taoist master from five hundred years ago and had awakened.
An old monster with memories of his past life.
Although the theory of reincarnation is illusory, it is occasionally heard of in the spiritual world.
"Look for another chance to try. We can't let him continue to grow."
The middle-aged man thought about it and made a decision in his heart. He looked at Chu Qing'er and the young man and said: "That boy has an extraordinary relationship with the Green Weaver Girl and Hua Mei in the secret realm of Caomuling. You still want to try to enter Caomuling."
Ridge?"
"Enter! The spirits that come out of the secret realm of Caomuling can't return to the secret realm until the spring of the next year. Furthermore, the spirits that live in the secret realm of Caomuling are indifferent to the world, and the monks who go in from the outside will not be able to return to the secret realm.
You can fight, as long as you don't collide head-on with the Taoist priest, you will be safe, and I don't want to give up the opportunity to go in and find an opportunity."
Chu Qing'er looked determined. She had been stuck at the bottleneck of the second level of perfection for almost two years.
On the road of spiritual practice, one step should be taken first and every step should be taken first. She, the proud daughter of the White Witch Tribe, would not allow herself to fall too far behind.
She can still stabilize her mentality and not be affected by rumors, but it will be difficult to tell if time goes on.
Her peers, especially red witches, and many black witches laughed at her jokes.
The young man smiled and said, "I will accompany Senior Sister Chu."
The middle-aged man nodded and said, "After they leave, we will go again tomorrow."
Admitting that he is not as good as the Taoist priest, the man does not feel ashamed. Walking in the wild, assessing the situation, putting life as the first priority, being competitive is something only a brainless guy can do.
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When the donkey saw the master waving his sleeve and smashing a branch two hundred feet away to the north, without any other subsequent actions, it quickly woke up and shouted: "Those three guys are using witchcraft to spy on us, do you want to chase us?"
Kill them?"
It doesn't have the slightest fondness for witch cultivators.
Now that the bottleneck has been broken through and the cultivation level has improved greatly, it is suitable to practice with the third-level witchcraft.
Zhang Wenfeng was a little absent-minded. He was still stuck in the strange state of merging with the tree without completely pulling out. He slowly shook his head: "Forget it, fighting and killing is not interesting. The mountains are not suitable for flying in the air to chase the enemy. Let them go.
Bar."
With his and Donkey's cultivation, they wouldn't have to worry about those strange ghosts and ghosts in the wild when flying in the air, such as Qian Xinzi, Grass Ghost Snake, etc. However, they had to be prepared to run into the remnants of the formation left behind hundreds of years ago.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
If someone took advantage of him, got into a trap in the mountains, and was tricked into losing his life, no one would blame him.
"Okay, wait until they hit our hands, and then we can make them look good."
The donkey looked at the viewer talking to it, but seemed to be in a trance, its eyes seemed empty, and its gaze went through it without knowing where it went. It solemnly asked: "Master, are you really okay with this? Why do I feel... a little strange?
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The aura that occasionally comes out of the viewer's body is so strange that it frightens it.
It can't say anything, it's just worried that there is something wrong with the master's cultivation. It's easy to say "cultivating the mind" of human beings. People with good understanding will be touched and enlightened every three days, and their cultivation and state of mind increase rapidly, but it's also difficult to say.
If you get stuck somewhere, you may be in trouble for a lifetime.
Be cautious, like covering with thin ice.
It feels that its own way is better. It should eat and play, and do as it pleases without thinking too much.
Lu Xin'er, who was flying in the air, also said: "Master, there is something wrong with the wood energy in your body."
The other two little fairies nodded in agreement.
They are extremely sensitive to wood energy, and the wood energy exuded from the viewer is sometimes so cold that they dare not get close to him.
Zhang Wenfeng woke up and said "Oh" and said: "Maybe it's because I have been immersed in cultivation for a little longer this time. It's okay. I'll collect my mind, get rid of distractions, and temper my breath. Lu Zijin, you can take care of me."
Good luck to the three of them."
After receiving the reminder, he was also shocked to realize that something was wrong with this state and must be cleared immediately without waiting for a moment longer.
The "quiet and inactive" and "transcendence" and other profound things that suddenly appeared in his mind were distracting thoughts and illusions that blinded his soul at this time.
He fell to the ground that was scorched by the donkey's lightning skills at the top of the mountain, waved his hand to clean up a rock, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.
He recited the first chapter of the "Tao Jing" silently, and invisible golden light flowed through his body. In an instant, the obscure and abnormal aura on his body was swept away, and the inexplicable thoughts disappeared.
The effect was immediate. Zhang Wenfeng did not get up in a hurry, but silently recited the scriptures over and over again.
Unknowingly, I fell into silence and was immersed in the practice of the exercises.
The donkey was carrying three little spirits, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when they felt that the aura on the viewer's body had returned to normal.
This kind of Guanzhu is the kind of Guanzhu they like to see, and the one in front looks like a fake.
The donkey guarded the top of the mountain, always paying attention to the condition of the meditator. It did not go anywhere. On the next morning, the morning sun passed through the gaps in the forest, and its colors fell on the meditator. On his face, the meditator woke up from his practice.
He stood up and stretched. With a warm smile on his face, Zhang Wenfeng said hello to the three little spirits who poked their heads on the donkey's back. He took out a jar of wine, patted the seal and put it on the ground, and poured a pot of mix for the donkey.
material.
Even if a donkey can live without food, it will not give up its appetite.
He passed through another checkpoint on the path of spiritual practice without any danger, and his mood was as bright as spring.
My cultivation has advanced to the middle stage of the state of freedom.
He originally wanted to play it slow and not improve his cultivation so quickly, but during his attempt to blend in with the consciousness of the trees on the top of Caomuling Mountain, his cultivation method and cultivation progress were beyond his control. Everything changed while he watched.
, it can be regarded as a gain and a loss.
Let him understand when enough is enough, and he will know what to choose next time.
Cultivation is the process of constantly suffering losses, constantly overcoming difficulties one after another, and climbing to the top of the mountain.
If you can't pass some checkpoints, you will always stay in the same place, or even retreat instead of advancing.
"Let's go, let's go around to the three-tailed demon fox tribe in the Broken Moon Demon Forest, take a look at Xin Yue and the others, and harass them for a few days."
After cleaning up the wine jar and food bowl, Zhang Wenfeng flew down the mountain. The charred and dry land at the top of the mountain would soon be covered with lush vegetation again, and nature would not leave a long window of opportunity.
The donkey and Lu Xin'er, Lu Chan'er cheered for joy.
Hua Fenglan, who joined later, didn't know why. She was very curious about the three-tailed demon fox mentioned by the viewer.
After a strange group of people left Caomuling for a long time, Chu Qing'er and the other three approached cautiously. Sensing that there was no danger, Chu Qing'er stepped forward and knelt on the mountain gate. This time, the light wave portal into the secret realm was successfully opened.
The three of them were overjoyed and stretched out their hands to invite them. One after another, they stepped into the portal in the sky.
After a while, the middle-aged man with the highest cultivation level and the man in white robe were shot down the mountain by a sudden flash of light waves. Chu Qing'er disappeared without a trace. She had obviously entered a secret realm. The middle-aged man was so angry that he cursed several times regardless of his demeanor.
Sheng Niang smiled bitterly and felt helpless.
He didn't know what the problem was. Why didn't Caomuling Secret Realm not want to see them?
Is it because they are men?
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