Hearing what Yao Mengxun said, Qingyun was immediately overjoyed, but after pondering for a long time, he found that he didn't know what to ask. Is it possible to ask Sister Meng if she knows her father’s name? Is dad famous among the monks? But this is simply impossible.
The world is so vast, maybe people have never heard of it, and his father does not allow him to reveal his life experience. It is the first time that he has come into contact with so much information about monks. As a result, he scratched his head and thought for a long time, and finally asked with some embarrassment:
"Sister Meng, how do monks distinguish their cultivation levels? Why can Uncle Lei fly but you can't?"
"Well, little Yun'er, my sister has worked so hard to tell you so many things, and now you actually repay kindness with hatred. Do you look down on my cultivation?"
Yao Mengxun frowned when he heard this, pouted and asked pretending to be angry, with a hint of playfulness in his noble manner.
"No, no, I'm sorry Sister Meng, I didn't mean it like that, because I didn't know what to ask, I just thought of this, so... so..."
When Qingyun saw that Yao Mengxun seemed really angry, he was so frightened that he quickly explained that he was afraid that she would cry like Yan Nanzhi when she was unhappy.
But when Yao Mengxun thought about it again, he felt a little strange in his heart.
Because she and Lei Jiang had speculated before that Qingyun's parents were probably high-level monks with profound cultivation, and they might both be famous in the world of cultivation.
But why would a senior at such a level choose to remain anonymous and not have any intention of letting his son come into contact with the world of cultivation? Could it be because he was suffering from a stubborn illness? However, she still patiently introduced:
"Hmph, well, I see that you don't seem to be cheating, so I will forgive you for now. Let me tell you, at present, the entire cultivation world almost practices and judges cultivation according to a unified system. It is said that this road to heaven It was created by my predecessors from the human race, and even the demon race is now practicing this path without exception. Starting from the entry level Ling Yin realm, to the Hundred Meridians realm, the Yuan Hua realm is called the lower third level, also called the third level of the body. level. And after breaking through the Yuanhua Realm, you will enter a new stage, the Concentrating Spirit Realm."
Regarding the realm of cultivation, Qingyun listened with special attention, and when Yao Mengxun talked about the realm of concentration, he seemed to remember that he had been stuck on the third level of the Yuanhua realm for a long time, with a hint of envy in his tone.
Although she didn't care much about her own realm, she was born in a magic sect and knew more about certain cruel realities than others. Just listen to her continue:
"The most different thing between the Condensing Mirror and the first three realms is that the monk has already condensed his own soul at this time. What is the soul? The soul is condensed to form the soul, and the spiritual consciousness is inseparable from then on. To put it simply, it is Your soul is powerful and has become a thing called Yuanshen. With this thing, you can even be independent from the world without relying on yourself! You will naturally understand these when you reach this state in the future, and my sister will not agree with you. Please elaborate."
"good!"
Qingyun Xiaoji nodded like he was pecking rice, which made Yao Mengxun couldn't help but chuckle and continued:
"After the state of concentration, one goes to the state of controlling the wind, and finally to the realm of returning to the spirit, which is the pinnacle of the human world. These three realms are called the upper third level or the third level of form. What you said about being able to fly in the air means that you are above the level of controlling the wind. Characteristics exclusive to monks. In addition to the nine clear minor realms under the subdivisions of Yuanhua Realm and Guiling Realm, each realm of cultivation can be divided into four minor realms: early stage, middle stage, late stage and perfection. What about me, sister? , has now reached the Yuan Hua Realm, and Uncle Lei is a senior who has reached the Wind Control Realm. In the future, if you see a monk who can fly in the air, you must be careful and don’t mess with him, or you can imagine Lei Uncle looks like he’s going crazy, hee hee~”
When Yao Mengxun said this, Qingyun suddenly felt a chill in his chest. It wasn't that he really thought about it, but that Lei Jiang turned around, showing an ugly and fierce look.
Seeing that Qingyun's face turned pale with fright, Yao Mengxun couldn't help but hide his face and chuckle, then said:
"Of course, monks with lower realms can also soar into the sky with magical weapons, but those magical weapons are usually more precious and are generally not owned by disciples who are not from the sect."
After she said this, Qingyun immediately recalled the days before the massacre of the village. The two monks in Taoist robes who came from Liangren Village should be the disciples of the big sect that Sister Meng said.
From what they said, it seemed that the two people came from Qingxu Tian in the three days, but Qingyun didn't listen carefully and couldn't be sure. At this time, Lei Jiang, who had been silent since Yao Mengxun glanced at him, suddenly said:
"Realm is sometimes not the only criterion for measuring strength. You must pay attention, Mengxun, this is your weakness. Once you encounter enemies or high-level monks of the same realm, you will be very passive."
Lei Jiangruo said pointedly, and Yao Mengxun nodded and said seriously to him:
"Don't worry, Uncle Lei. Mengxun knows what he's doing, but those moves with murderous intent really don't interest Mengxun. I'll find a way to protect myself."
Then, she continued to say to Qingyun:
"Since Uncle Lei just talked about high-level monks, let me tell you about it, Xiao Yun'er. What I said before about the upper third level and the third level of form is actually not correct. To be precise, this should be called the middle third level. , because according to ancient records, monks can ascend during the day after breaking through the spirit-returning realm, ascending to various realms according to the Taoism, and most of them will have to practice afterwards."
At this point, Yao Mengxun stopped. Seeing this, Qingyun quickly asked curiously:
"Then why are you not called an intermediate monk?"
Yao Mengxun shook his head and laughed, sighed and said:
"Hey, that's because for tens of thousands of years, we haven't heard of any seniors from the human race ascending. And none of the seniors who ascended in the past have returned to the mortal world, whether they are on the righteous path or the demonic path. However, it is rumored that there are very few demons. The elders of the clan seem to still hold some of the secrets of ascension, but this is just a rumor. Therefore, the monks of the third level of form are now called upper level three or high-level monks."
Qingyun nodded in sudden realization, while Yao Mengxun's face showed a rare trace of confusion, and she said slowly:
"And Jing Citian's Buddhism is said to have been transmitted from the Western Regions outside Kyushu. There was no way to ascend. Later, in order to seek greater freedom, I just borrowed the authentic Taoist practice method. It may be said that it means becoming a Buddha, but in fact it is the same as becoming a Buddha. They are almost the same as immortals, but they look ridiculous."
After a pause, Yao Mengxun shook his head again, not knowing what he thought of, and sighed softly:
"Hey, the road to cultivating Taoism is absurd. How many people are ignorant and staggering just to become immortals and enter immortality in one day. Unfortunately, the road is long and difficult, and it is impossible to reach it. In the end, they still inevitably have a handful of loess, a beautiful face and withered bones. Time is spent. It's so easy to pass away, even if you have thousands of years of life, you can't live happily together for ten thousand years. I really don't know whether it is a blessing or a misfortune to embark on this road!"
As Yao Mengxun's voice suddenly stopped, Lei Jiang, who was leading the way, couldn't help but sigh and shook his head sadly.
And when Yao Mengxun withdrew her distant gaze and came back to her senses, she was pleasantly surprised to find that Qingyun's bright eyes were looking at her as warmly as water, which made her heart beat wildly.
"Sister Meng, Qingyun feels that no matter whether it is a thousand years or ten thousand years, even if it is as small as a mayfly, your life in the next moment must be more exciting than the last moment. Take myself as an example, from the time I left home From the moment it started, Qingyun had nothing. If you don't work hard to live, how can you live up to the words in your heart that you will live up to your time. So the dream of searching and searching may not be far away. Since the two hearts are happy, there is no need to fear that glance for ten thousand years. "
After saying that, Qingyun's handsome face seemed to be slightly red, and his eyes became wandering. Yao Mengxun looked at the young man in front of him who was young but his words were extremely determined, and she smiled.
Overwhelming the country and the city.
From this moment on, she truly understood that perhaps Qingyun's boundary line was not to escape from himself, but to protect her.
Suddenly, Yao Mengxun took advantage of Qingyun not paying attention and kissed him on the cheek without any warning, just like a dragonfly touching water, catching him completely off guard.
Just like that, Qingyun's face became so red that he could almost bleed, but Yao Mengxun smiled sweetly as if nothing had happened.
Surprisingly, Lei Jiang did not look back, sigh, or drink violently this time. He just walked quietly, quietly.
Not long after, the avenue appeared in front.
In the days that followed, Qingyun and his party continued to repeat the days of sleeping rough in the mountains.
Yao Mengxun's attitude toward him didn't seem to have changed in the slightest because of that kiss, which made Qingyun, who originally had some beautiful dreams, couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
But Qingyun understands very well that now is not the time for him to think too much, the moment is the best ending for them, otherwise he and Yao Mengxun will fall deeper and deeper into trouble.
He didn't understand what love was. He only knew that if he accidentally exposed his identity, it would very likely bring death to the beautiful girl in front of him who made his heart beat.
Although Qingyun is only fifteen or sixteen years old, his heart is extremely sensitive and his intuition is quite sharp. When he was still young and ignorant, he instinctively restrained all the good things that should have happened.
Maybe it was due to the blood feud. Along the way, he also didn't have any other words with Yao Mengxun, except to ask for some common sense in the world of cultivation.
After Yao Mengxun noticed something subtle, he also kept a distance from Qingyun. Even when the two sat together, they seemed farther away than before.
This made Lei Jiang keep wondering in his heart, secretly wondering which song the two people were singing, and why they suddenly seemed to have a tacit understanding of each other and became unfamiliar.
Fortunately, Yao Mengxun always answered everything Qingyun asked for advice. Gradually, Qingyun also gradually understood the great value of the Qilin teeth he wore to practitioners.
But compared to the so-called innate spiritual treasure, he is more willing to use this small necklace to find out the truth and take revenge!
As Qingyun's eyes flashed fiercely from time to time, he vaguely had a preliminary idea, and now all he was missing was an east wind.
But he believes that as long as someone is greedy, even if the east wind is just a breeze blowing in his face, he can use Qilin fangs to burn the world of cultivation with flames!
