The interior of the Hantan Cave is still quiet. The spiritual mist flows slowly against the ground like a stream, flowing from all directions to the Yushan wooden pier. Zhang Wenfeng, who is sitting cross-legged on it, is surrounded by green mist. The brilliance flickers rhythmically, absorbing the rich cold spiritual energy.
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He had been in seclusion for a few days this time, and when he opened his eyes again, his cultivation level had gradually improved to the late Golden Core stage.
Each time a Jindan realm monk advances to a level, the mental tempering, spiritual power accumulation and Tao enlightenment required are all very different. I don’t know how many amazing and talented people are stuck at a certain pass. After a hundred years have passed, they can’t even move forward in a lifetime.
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Standing up in a hurry, Zhang Guanzhu showed a satisfied smile on his face.
It has been more than ten years since I opened up new meridians and I have suffered so much. Looking back, I can see that the small transaction with You Mengchang was a huge profit.
His state of mind and body have been honed repeatedly, and he has been able to chop wood without missing a beat. In addition, he has absorbed a wisp of the projection soul thread of Luo Moxie God purified by You Mengchang, allowing him to easily achieve breakthroughs, and he has laid an extremely solid foundation.
Taking Erqian Dragon Scale Fruit Soul Nourishing Medicine Powder every half month continues to enhance the soul and consciousness.
The benefits of a strong soul are self-evident. It will be like a divine aid for those who pass through the big realms. They will not be easily disturbed by invisible inner demons and obsessions. They will always maintain a peaceful state of mind. They can make up for some flaws when passing through in a calm state, and advance smoothly.
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When we walked out of the cave, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing.
I walked under the shade of a tree in front of the stone castle and thought about the clear water. I stood still and bowed respectfully.
She and Qian Jing had entered the secret realm with their master for less than half a year. Except for soaking in the dragon claw herbal bath every half month to strengthen her body and taking the amount of dragon scale fruit soul-nourishing potion powder prescribed by her master, she did not wear an array device at other times.
She allowed the pressure of the forbidden laws of the secret realm to be exerted on her, and she enjoyed the invisible suppression of the whole world.
However, her true energy and magic power are still somewhat different, and she can use half of them.
The speed and burst of power required to perform swordsmanship required her to apply it again. It was a different feeling than practicing swordsmanship in the sea.
"Master, Qian Jing went into retreat the night before yesterday."
"It should be fine this time."
Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly, whispered to himself, and then asked: "Is there anything important?"
He handed the black jade slip token to his senior sister. If something happened, her senior sister could enter the secret realm in time and tell her.
Dongyue Daofang City has gathered more than 20 masters from the Eastern and Western Continent. They have launched a long-distance attack on the Cangling Market in the Nanyuan Continent and destroyed the Cangling Market. After getting the message, the Misty Demon City united with the Nanyuan Continent.
For other forces, the two sides fought several battles, causing casualties on each other.
The Eastern and Western Continents have warned other forces in the Nanyuan Continent that they must severely punish the Mist Demon City who robbed Dongyuefang City, otherwise they will not give up.
Other forces in the Nanyuan Continent believe that the Eastern and Western Continents have gone too far, and the two sides are still in a stalemate.
"These days, Taoist Master Yue has not entered the secret realm."
"Wei Jingjie has been away from the mortal world for more than four years, and he is almost ready to return to the sect."
Zhang Wenfeng whispered to himself again and asked his disciple to practice on his own.
He walked back and forth in front of the courtyard of the stone house where Qian Jing retreated. He was very well prepared this time, including the Breakthrough Pill, water condensation beads refined by Yang Shuilan, three drops of peach blossom wine mixed with spirit wine, and a pearl that can increase his skill for ten years.
Qian Jing also asked Qian Jing to take Dragon Scale Fruit soul-nourishing medicinal powder several months in advance. The powder should be taken five times for one dollar to be absorbed to help her enhance the strength of her soul.
No matter how poor Qian Jing's qualifications are, he can break through the shackles and advance with so many natural and earthly treasures, right?
After waiting for a day, near noon on the second day, the door of the stone house opened.
Qian Jing ran out with a happy face, hugging Shui Qingru outside the door and jumping up and down. There was still a faint fragrance of peach blossom wine on her body, and she shouted: "I've been promoted, I've been promoted. Oh, it's not easy."
The water was as clear as a little beast taking a nap on its shoulder. The white light flashed in the air, escaping Qian Jing's grasp and disappearing without a trace.
"Congratulations, Qian Jing, don't make trouble, master is here."
"Master Guan, I've advanced."
"Okay, congratulations on overcoming this difficulty. The road to spiritual practice will follow step by step. Go steadily. We are not in a hurry."
"Hehe, I'm lucky to have the temple owner take the trouble."
Qian Jing held the meditator's arm and shook it a few times. She was in a very good mood and smiled widely. She now knew that whether her cultivation path was smooth or not was related to the meditator's perfect state of mind. She would never be willful again in the future.
The three of them talked for a while, and then the temple owner led the two of them out of the cave through a secret passage.
There are already more than thirty monks in the Immortal Spirit Temple. Qian Jing's promotion did not attract much reaction or attention among the disciples. Yue Anyan set up a table for Qian Jing in her bamboo house in Wangxia Ridge with various spiritual fruits.
A banquet of delicious food and a private celebration.
Shui Qingru still practiced step by step, tempered his body, strengthened his soul, and continued to live in seclusion.
Zhang Xuan'an had been trained in swordsmanship and practice by the master for more than two months. After the master entered the secret realm last year, he invited several of his disciples from the Self-Contained Realm to travel to the Duxian Islands.
Today's Duxian Islands have undergone many changes compared to the past. Although there are occasional sneak attacks by local monks, at least they are not like the uprisings that occurred more than 20 years ago and the people were in dire straits.
Half a month later, Wei Jingjie and Shang Qingyun returned to the mountain gate hand in hand.
After completing their journey to escape from the mortal world, they gained something in their hearts and prepared to retreat and condense Yuan Qi to reach the realm of golden elixir.
In the west hall, Zhang Guanzhu looked at the two people, handed them each a Soul-enriching Pill made from the Soul Grass, and told them to take it five times to strengthen the soul, and gave it to each of them.
Half a cup of peach blossom wine, realm-breaking elixir, red fruit, water condensation beads and other items.
The disciples of Xianlingguan were given a certain number of Youhua Qudu Pills before they were promoted to the second or third level or the third to the fourth level.
In other words, Xian Lingguan is very wealthy and can provide his disciples with rare treasures that are different from those of ordinary sects.
Then Guanzhu Zhang took the two of them to the secret realm for retreat, and left the rest to God's will. He did not wait in the secret realm, returned to the sect, and resumed his quiet practice.
The whereabouts of the mountain chief and Yan Jing are known to the disciples of Jiji Hall, and he occasionally asks about them.
At dusk that day, Qian Jing walked to the stream and chatted leisurely with the spectator who was walking. Suddenly he brought up another topic and said: "Guest, Sister Xuanyan asked me to ask you a question. She wants you to preside over her wedding. She
I'm too timid to talk to you too much."
Zhang Wenfeng stopped, stopped smiling and said, "It's not your place to say this."
Qian Jing was very surprised. He observed the viewer's face and asked carefully: "Did I say it was against the rules? I don't understand this, and they probably don't understand either, so... who should say it?"
"When a cultivator gets married, although they don't talk about three matchmakers and six betrothals like in the secular world, they still have to prepare the proper etiquette. An uncle like me didn't even get to eat a wedding cake...right, Iron
Jin Lin, you want to marry Xuan Yan like this? How can such a good thing be so cheap? There is no way."
Zhang Guanzhu taught Qian Jing a lesson in a serious manner. He raised his voice and said the last sentence in the direction of the distant forest.
When Qian Jing heard this, he understood and covered his mouth and smiled. The viewer was supporting Xuan Yan and deliberately making things difficult for Tie Jinlin.
Tie Jinlin smiled and hurriedly ran over, bowed his hands and apologized: "It's my disciple's negligence. I will ask the matchmaker to hire a matchmaker tomorrow, and I will have all the wedding cakes and betrothal gifts."
"Really? Why do you think that boy's tone sounds perfunctory?"
"How dare you, disciple? Master, you must have failed to obey your orders. This disciple is frightened and has other preparations..."
Qian Jing watched with a smile as the viewer ripped Tie Jinlin off, causing Tie Jinlin to scratch his head and scratch his head, sweating on his forehead.
The bride-to-be was too embarrassed to see anyone, and was so moved that she hid in her residence, leaving the shameless Tie Jinlin to deal with the beatings from the uncle of the viewer.