The "Little Road Palace" in Maya Shannan Palace is divided into east and west courtyards. The east courtyard used to be Xiaolu's residence. Because he was favored by his master, he had exclusive possession of both courtyards.
At this time, Pei Feng stood outside the Xiaolu Palace and couldn't help but sigh, "The martial arts sect is just different!"
The South Palace of the Maya Palace is the residence of the youngest generation of disciples. Even so, the small road palace in front of Pei Feng is very majestic. Three years ago, he never thought that one day he would be able to practice here! The Wuji Gate of Maya Mountain has a sacred status in the entire Western Region. Even he could not hide his joy at being able to become a disciple of the strongest sect in the Western Region.
Pei Feng looked up at the thick clouds in the east. Behind the dense clouds are the five peaks.
"Xing Kuifeng, Miss Xiao..."
In Pei Feng's heart, if he had the opportunity to go to Wufeng in the future, he would not have the second choice. He didn't have any good feelings towards the two peak masters who turned him away.
However, Pei Feng was not too sad because he was looked down upon by the two peak masters. After all, he was now accepted as a disciple by the seventh elder of the Wuji Sect, and he had completed the first step of his plan.
The purpose of his coming here is just to find a place to stay. There are too many secrets in him, so he can stay away from those cultivation giants and practice quietly in this small courtyard. It was also the one thing he wished for.
For the first time in many years, Pei Feng completely let down his guard in his heart. He no longer has to worry about being pursued by his enemies. He seemed to have returned to the valley of Tongyou when he was a child. I regained my carefree state of mind. Maya Palace is the place with the most abundant spiritual energy in the entire Western Region. He can practice again here, and he will be more sure of breaking through to the soul realm in the future.
Thinking of this, Pei Feng liked this small courtyard even more. He spent a whole morning cleaning the inside and outside of the small road palace.
After bathing, Pei Feng put on his new Taoist robe and tied up his long hair. Instantly taking on the appearance of an immortal, the owner of the Love Valley in the wild forest suddenly transformed into a little Taoist priest of the Wuji Sect. When he stepped out of the small road palace, his whole person took on a completely new look.
Walking on the path of Nangong, Pei Feng looked around and admired the picturesque scenery here. He walked through the huge martial arts field, the fragrant medicine garden, and the smoke-filled alchemy rooms. Unknowingly, he came to the North Palace.
On the entrance hall of a main hall, there are three characters "Lian Guangtang" written on it. Pei Feng heard the sound of preaching in the hall and stopped outside the hall.
"Wuji generates Tai Chi, Tai Chi generates two rituals, two rituals generate four images, four images generate Bagua, and Bagua produces all things. When the heaven and earth first opened, everything was chaos, which is Wuji. Yin and Yang merge, and Yin and Yang generate all things. This is Tai Chi. "The Wuji Cultivation Technique" is a cultivation technique that follows the Tao of Yin and Yang, cultivates with the spiritual energy of the world, sheds the mortal body, and obtains the creation of heaven and earth. If you want to practice this method, you must first cultivate your mind..."
When the people in the palace talked about this, the conversation suddenly changed, "Who is outside the palace? Why are they so sneaky?"
At the same time that the sound reached Pei Feng's ears, Pei Feng already felt a force outside his body pulling him into the hall. He didn't make any resistance and allowed the strong force to stagger him into the hall, looking very embarrassed. It caused many disciples in the hall to laugh.
There were about dozens of disciples sitting cross-legged on futons in the hall. The person who just preached was none other than his master, the seventh elder Dunkong.
"See Master."
"It's Pei Feng."
As soon as Dunkong said this, all the disciples' eyes fell on Pei Feng. Everyone has spread the news about the big event that happened in Maya Palace yesterday. The disciples all knew that a monk in the Xiantian realm climbed up the Forbidden Mountain, and then attracted three peak masters to the Maya Palace in person. But in the end, the peak masters all left in despair.
"He is the one who climbed the Forbidden Mountain."
"I heard that no peak master was willing to accept him as a disciple yesterday."
"It is said that his spiritual roots are only low-grade yellow spiritual roots. How come there are monks with yellow spiritual roots on the Five Peaks!"
"I heard that if it hadn't been for Master's kindness yesterday, he wouldn't have stayed in Maya Palace."
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The hall became noisy for a while. Elder Dunkong coughed slightly, and the disciples quickly became quiet.
"Pei Feng, you are seriously injured and have not recovered. Please stay in Xiaolu Palace for some time to recuperate. Don't move around these days."
"Yes, Master."
Dunkong nodded slightly and said, "Go down. I will lecture on the Dharma in Lian Guang Hall on the first day of every month. You can come next time."
Pei Feng responded again and exited the hall. I heard the brothers and sisters inside started talking again. Pei Feng couldn't help but shake his head. Unexpectedly, the first day I entered Wuji Sect, I would become a celebrity here. It's just that the name doesn't sound very good.
"Low-grade Huang Linggen useless monk!" This sentence came from a disciple with a shrill voice in the temple. However, this sentence can represent the current opinions of the disciples in Maya Palace towards him.
Pei Feng smiled bitterly and said: "That's good! It can save a lot of trouble."
He had no intention of competing with these young disciples. Ye Canghai once said that as long as he broke through the soul realm at Wuji Sect, he could go down the mountain. In fact, in Pei Feng's heart, he still does not really regard Wuji Sect as his own sect. What he cared about in his heart were his relatives from the Wuwei Taoist sect, as well as his brothers and sisters in the Valley of Sentences. The only thing he seeks here is the protection of Wuji Sect and a quiet place to practice. As for the cultivation techniques or magical powers here, Pei Feng didn't have too many extravagant hopes.
The North Palace of Maya Palace is the residence of several elders. Pei Feng did not dare to stay here longer, so he turned back. When passing by the martial arts arena again, there was a young disciple on the stage.
The young man stood by the high platform of the martial arts arena, with one arm behind his back, quietly watching Pei Feng pass under the stone platform.
Pei Feng naturally recognized the person staring at him on the stage - Senior Brother Song!
At that time, on the stone steps of the Forbidden Mountain, he clearly saw the process of Senior Brother Song killing a young disciple. He understood that this Senior Brother Song was anything but simple. Pei Feng did not want to have anything to do with this person. The pace couldn't help but speed up a bit.
Song Xinyun suddenly said: "Junior Brother Pei Feng, I heard that as long as a monk climbs up from the forbidden mountain without using spiritual power, he will become a martial arts monk."
Pei Feng stopped and turned around, about to speak. Suddenly, Song Xinyun flew up from the martial arts stage. He pushed out a palm towards him.
"Let me see what martial arts monks can do!"
"Golden elixir cultivation!"
Pei Feng didn't want to face Song Xinyun's golden palm. He put a little force on his feet and jumped away quickly. Song Xinyun's palm brushed his robe and hit the ground. Pei Feng scanned the traces on the ground from the corner of his eyes, but he didn't see how destructive that palm was.
Song Xinyun failed to succeed with one palm, but the next palm followed one after another. At this time, he was already in front of Pei Feng, and this second palm was not so easy to hide.
The golden palm came towards Pei Feng's face. Pei Feng took a few steps back, but the light palm always followed him.
No matter how Pei Feng looked at it, it seemed like this senior brother was testing his cultivation. But he always felt that there was murderous intent hidden in this person's moves. This palm seemed careless, as if it could be closed at any time. But Pei Feng felt that this palm had great staying power. After all, he was once a monk at the golden elixir stage, and he understood that if the opponent had murderous intentions, he could easily turn this palm into a killing move that would kill someone in an instant.
So Pei Feng still didn't dare to take the second palm. In conjunction with Mizunbu, he used his greatest strength to launch his body out with his legs. This time, he was already a foot away. He actually left two deep footprints on the bluestone pavement.
Song Xinyun's second palm hit the air again, and an angry look suddenly appeared on his face. His eyes scanned the two footprints on the ground, and the expression in his eyes changed slightly, and he said, "Do martial monks only know how to hide?"
Although Song Xinyun looked angry, he was actually shocked in his heart. It is simply unbelievable that a Xiantian realm warrior can easily dodge his two palms. Even though his two palms were not at full strength, he understood that his simple attack just now was enough to kill an early stage spiritual transformation monk.
After being shocked, Song Xinyun sneered in her heart, "That's how it should be. It's really you..."
"How dare he, a Xiantian realm warrior, receive your palm!" Zifeng slowly walked over from the side.
Pei Feng has always been grateful to his senior brother Zifeng. After he climbed Mount Maya, it was this senior brother who carried him into the mountain gate. When Zifeng appeared at this time, he naturally wanted to help him out again. At that moment, Pei Feng bowed to this senior brother. Unexpectedly, Zifeng turned aside and did not receive the courtesy.
This scene fell in Song Xinyun's eyes, and he couldn't help but frown.
"Junior Brother, you should go back first. I have something to say to Junior Brother Song."
"Yes, Senior Brother Zifeng."
Pei Feng left the martial arts arena with more doubts in his heart. Whether it was Zifeng or Song Xinyun, he couldn't see through it at all. He had never seen Song Xinyun before, but the two palms just now clearly had the intention to kill him.
"I have no enmity with him, so why would he kill me? Could it be that... it's impossible!"
Pei Feng thought of the dry wind bag he got. Before going up the mountain, he hid the dry wind bag in the forbidden layer. It was impossible for Song Xinyun to know that the dry wind bag was in his hands. He also thought of the possibility that Song Xinyun knew that he had witnessed that bloody scene. But that doesn't make sense, if Song Xinyun knew that he saw everything at that time. You should have silenced him right then and there, and you shouldn't have waited until he got started.
Pei Feng shook his head, denying his guess and unable to judge anymore.
As for Zifeng...how could a senior brother who had never had any interactions with him be kind to him for no reason? And why didn't he accept his monk's rites?
The more Pei Feng thought about it, the more confused he became. Unknowingly, he had returned to Nangong. Under a strange stone, several teenagers were sitting together and whispering. Seeing Pei Feng approaching, these young men stopped talking. One young man said angrily: "Hey! Isn't this a martial arts monk from the Forbidden Mountain?"
