At the critical moment of life and death, Chang Siguo's mind was spinning rapidly and he forced himself to think calmly.
He knew that it would be impossible to get any advice in the future. When the old Taoist came back after finishing his work, it would be hard to say whether he would be there or not. It was also possible if the old Taoist never came back.
"Junior, I don't want treasures. I got this knife, but I can't digest the benefits until now, and I can't chew off more than I can chew. Please give me some advice on how to quickly improve your cultivation. Time waits for no one, and I must improve my cultivation as much as possible. "
Taoist Master Mingyuan nodded in approval and said with a smile, "You have a good nature. It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish."
As he waved his hand, countless lights of different shades appeared in the dark depths of his mind, as bright as the starry sky.
A gust of breeze blew from nowhere, and most of the stars were extinguished. Another gust of wind blew by, and waves seemed to surge in my mind. Finally, only nine o'clock remained in the sky.
One of them was closest to him and seemed to be within reach. It looked particularly bright and bright, showing a faint green light.
The other eight have different colors, some are bright and some are dark, as if covered with a layer of mist, vaguely.
"The old Taoist will give you some opportunities. Whether you can seize it depends on yourself. Don't force it, and you can't force it. Everything in the world has its destiny. When you feel the light spot in your brain changes, you will know that the opportunity has arrived. Think for yourself. Just be sure.”
Chang Siguo stared at the nearest bright green light spot, felt it for a moment, bowed respectfully and asked, "That is to say, if there is an opportunity nearby, can you give me some pointers or give me a direction?"
Taoist Priest Mingyuan sighed, "That's all. The old Taoist conceals the secret of heaven and makes an exception."
With a wave of his sleeves, a storm surged in his mind, and all the light spots disappeared.
Traditional Chinese characters appeared one after another at the fastest speed and disappeared into the darkness at the fastest speed. Chang Siguo's eyes widened and he concentrated on memorizing every word and connecting them into sentences in his mind. He couldn't help but look happy on his face.
He can advance to the crystal state of mind in the fastest possible time without leaving any consequences.
This kind of opportunity is exactly what he needs.
After reading all the words, Chang Siguo realized that there was no more experienced person around him.
The three light words "Jiuchupu" appeared in the distance, and the illusion disappeared. Above the light words, hovered a dark red light and shadow token. On the token was engraved the word "Palm Punishment" in the golden tripod script.
The old Taoist left him a method of refining the light and shadow token, which was of great benefit, but also left him with countless big troubles.
Fifty years later, the trace of repression that the old Taoist restrained on the torture token will completely disappear.
At that time, he will have to rely on his own strength to absorb the mark, which is equivalent to being exposed to the calculations of a few old guys with great supernatural powers. The only way to save himself is to improve quickly, and there is no other way.
Sighing slightly, I often thought that my consciousness had returned to itself.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that the sky turned a heart-stopping red, dyeing all the green trees on the mountain peaks into a strange blood color. For a moment, he felt depressed and uncomfortable, and he wanted to scream but could not make any sound.
There was a muffled thunder-like sound, accompanied by the terrifying roar of a monster, which was vaguely audible. It was unclear whether it came from the sky or from the depths of the earth.
The mountains were shaking, and stones rolled down from the mountains from time to time, and dust rose up, as if the end of the world was coming.
Finger-sized beads of ice and snow fell from the sky, and the temperature dropped instantly.
Chang Siguo understood that this was the vision of the world when the old Tao left.
What a big movement
He felt lost in his heart and bowed to the sky.
He had a feeling that the old man was really gone this time, and would no longer appear in his mind unnoticed and look through his memory images. He didn't know whether he should be sad or grateful.
Hail beads leave just as quickly as they come.
After ten breaths, the strong wind blew him away, and in less than a word, all the visions disappeared.
The world returned to normal, the west-slanting sunlight was shining, warm and welcoming, and what had just passed seemed to be just an illusion.
He didn't know that this change had affected the entire Qingyuan world.
The powerful monks of the Golden Core Master and above were all frightened and guarded their minds. Their feelings were very different from those of the low-level monks. The invisible coercion of heaven and earth almost cast a shadow on their Taoist and demonic minds.
In several distant places, there are a few peerless strong men who stand proudly at the pinnacle, but they are not affected.
They looked up at the sky with different expressions.
On the attic of the star-catching platform high in the clouds, a young Taoist wearing a green Bagua crown bowed respectfully to the sky that had returned to normal, and murmured, "Old man, it's a good time. Children and grandchildren will be blessed by you. You worry too much, there is reincarnation in the way of heaven, why should practitioners be so persistent? There is no right or wrong in this world, whatever torture you do can only add to the chaos, so let's end it."
Then he stood up, saluted to the majestic old man who was following him, and said, "I'm going to pass the order, all the monks and demon cultivators in the Chongshan Region, who have practiced at an unusual speed in the past twenty years, will be registered in a register, and a dedicated person will be responsible for it." Follow the next thirty years and report to me every ten years.”
"Yes, I will obey the law carefully."
The majestic old man bowed to accept the order. Just as he was about to retreat, he heard the instructions of the young master: "Small pavilion, let me serve you wine. I will not return until I am drunk today. Once the sky opens and the clouds disperse, the clear breeze is clear and there is no dust." The spring sunshine is worth the wine."
The old man bowed. He could tell that the master was in a good mood. He took out nine jars of fine wine and fairy wine out of thin air. He held it up and brought it to the master. He said, "Master, please use it slowly. Disciple, go down and pass the order."
The last time Master wanted to drink, he didn't prepare in advance and was very upset for a while.
I specially collected these jars of the best wines and prepared them for Master.
"Oh, you are sensible this time. Go, go, go, there are only nine jars of wine, how can I drink more for my master? I will drink two jars with my master later. This wine is meant to be drunk when you are happy. The taste is just right.”
The old man retreated in silence, waited until the stairs, and said to the master who was drinking from the Kaifeng altar like a dragon, "Take your time and relax, there is not enough wine in the entire Chongshan area for you to drink."
"Poof", a mouthful of wine was sprayed towards the old man who turned into a breeze and fled.
"You brat, you just gave me a compliment and you're not sensible anymore. If you don't let me drink to your satisfaction, I won't tear you down."
The young Taoist threatened and smiled again. Isn't this Star Reaching Platform his masterpiece?
Forget it.
With a wave of his hand, he appeared high in the sky, wrapped in all the drinks, and reclined on the clouds.
The white clouds are leisurely, drinking a little wine, and slowly heading east.
Without the restraints of the old man, it was a wonderful life like a fairy.
Chang Siguo was stunned for a long time, then silently flew up into the sky. After determining the direction, he flew towards Tianwanfang City, which was closest to him in the southwest. There were still more than 800 miles of barren mountains and he had to travel at night.
He had to find a place to straighten out his future thoughts.
Should we conquer the thorn vine demon first, or should we spend several years to get the chance?
He had to think it over carefully. The old man only told him the facts but never gave him specific advice.
From the beginning to the end, he is a seasoned wild traveler who has to think independently on everything.
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