"Senior Nephew He Hua, you said that boy Chang Siguo joined the Baqi Sect and became a gatekeeper. He is also very powerful."
With a smile like sunshine in her eyes, Liu Zhirou asked He Hua, who came to visit, to sit down and talk.
He had a quarrel with some people from the Zushi Hall last spring, but failed to get what he wanted, so he became more and more determined to become stronger. He rarely took half a step beyond the back of the main peak. Now that he has broken through the bottleneck and advanced to the crystal state of mind, he finally has the sword. Eligibility for distant travel.
He had only been out of seclusion for three days and was preparing to go out. The nephew, a teacher with whom he had a close relationship, came to visit him.
And brought such great good news.
Wasn't he planning to go down the mountain and go to Sihuang City to bring Chang Siguo up the mountain?
He Hua was so surprised that she straightened her plain robe and sat down, saying, "I gave him a communication talisman of yours, Uncle Master, and told him to contact you, Uncle Master. I didn't expect him." It was not convenient for her to accuse Liu Zhirou in front of her. its friends.
Liu Zhirou thought for a moment, and with his understanding of Chang Siguo's temperament, he felt relieved and smiled.
"He probably doesn't want to disturb my practice. He can just go up the mountain by himself, so as not to worry about me. Nephew He Hua, come, have a cup of tea first. Then tell me where you will meet and his current cultivation level." Tell me whatever you want."
He Hua thanked her hurriedly, picked up the teacup and held it to her lips with her sleeve, and took a sip. After putting it down, she smiled and said
"When he met me for the first time, we were not even familiar with each other, so he strongly recommended you, Uncle Master, saying that you are very good at divination and calculation. I would like to get you a chance to take the entrance examination. I am willing to go down the mountain and send you to us. Taiyan Peak Mountain Gate, fists and hearts, are no different from that friend you have for Master Uncle, no wonder you two can become good friends."
Liu Zhirou stood up, tapped the jade fan in her right hand on the heart of her left hand, and sighed softly, "One is noble and the other is humble, friendship is the result of seeing each other."
Chang Siguo ran wildly in the vast and vast Corridor of Lost Souls. He wanted to use the flow of earthly aura to suppress the whispers in his ears that troubled him. He still had a trace of consciousness left and did not hide in the mist at the edge of the corridor.
As long as you hide, it will be impossible to observe the Tao again.
Somehow, he had this feeling.
If he steps back into the Corridor of Lost Souls after escaping, he will lose this opportunity.
The road is now, there is no room for retreat
I don’t know if I have traveled hundreds or thousands of miles, but there is no end in sight. The scenery on the right is as misty as ever.
What he didn't know was that he seemed to be running forward, and when he turned at the end, he was actually turning according to the feeling under his feet. He was just in a remnant formation, the corridor was vast, and the scenery on both sides was monotonous, and he didn't know it.
Chang Siguo was tortured by the invisible and qualityless magic sound, which distorted his face. He couldn't avoid countless lost souls who were crushed along the way. The magic sound affected his judgment of speed and perception.
The aura in his heart was flowing, and he could feel his cultivation improving slightly, but he just couldn't meditate.
This weird place, I can't stop running.
He tried to slow down his steps, but the murmuring in his ears became louder and louder, giving him a headache.
Then run
From time to time, he roared "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"", using his remaining sobriety to carefully recall every word the veteran said.
The mystery must be hidden in it, repeated over and over again, countless times.
He tried all the methods he needed to try, including slashing with sword energy, running and punching, but to no avail. Behind him, Youji fell into confusion and whispered "Observe the Tao with your heart" from time to time. He also heard it, but he didn't know How to observe the Tao with the heart
That's just a lie
Before his consciousness disappeared, he was so confused that he hit the light and shadow token hovering above the three light words "Jiu Chi Pu" in his mind. The light words were as illusory as nothing, but the "Executioner" token was. It actually exists.
This is the only method that has not been tried.
Force him to use a trick. There are restrictions on the token.
To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must be tied. This is a rogue way.
As for this place, it is shielded from the outside world and should not disturb the great power of the outside world.
As soon as I started thinking, my whole body felt numb.
A few traditional Chinese characters flashed through my mind: "Idiots who will not meditate on Taoism until their hearts are purified."
Chang Siguo laughed. He touched the hidden method arranged by the old Taoist and gave him the most obvious reminder. Then he drew out the most basic Qingxin Jue with his right hand and kept running.
This is one of the only three techniques that comes with the health-preserving skill. When he was on Earth, the veteran even gave special instructions on the three techniques of entraining qi, clearing the heart, and collecting qi in person, in conjunction with practicing the health-preserving technique, and the Qingxin technique was used the least.
The Black Turtle Inner Breathing Technique and the Domineering Technique have similar Qi-drawing and mind-concentrating techniques, and he almost forgot about the Nurturing Body and Pure Heart Technique.
The aura that had been running automatically turned into his own health-preserving skill.
The coolness flows throughout the body, the murmuring in the ears seems to have an extra layer of barrier, and the irritability and headache immediately subside.
Chang Siguo suddenly came to his senses and cursed himself, "Idiot."
The sky had turned dark without knowing when, and the moonlight was like water, slanting down from the thin mist on Chang Siguo's body.
The pavement under his feet was shimmering. He waved his sleeves and put back his arms, following You Ji, who was trapped in a difficult situation. If he continued running, You Ji would disappear. He was running harder and harder under his feet.
What he almost forgot was not only the Qingxin Jue.
Ever since he learned the domineering technique, he rarely even practiced health-building skills.
You can't forget your roots as a human being.
And health cultivation is the foundation of his cultivation.
The old man woke him up.
Not long after, a layer of clear air flowed over his body, washing away the evil spirit that filled his body to the very core.
There is a sensation in the two orifices in the soles of the feet, and there are strands of invisible and intangible purple energy on the ground under your feet. Every time you step on it, a little bit of it will be absorbed from the earth orifices, and when accumulated, it enters the body and merges with the magic power.
Chang Siguo finally got rid of the noise and fell into a magical state of emptiness.
The movement is light, like light smoke floating in the air.
He would instinctively avoid the lost souls he encountered along the way, but his footing would still be on the straight line ahead.
Don't deviate, don't swerve, the road goes straight.
The old man leaned on a thick wooden staff and slowly walked out of the fog of soullessness. He glanced at the full moon rising in the east, nodded slowly to an empty sky, and asked, "What is the reason for my fellow Taoist staying here for many days?" Can you please tell me, I might be able to help."
An Yan showed her body. She narrowed her eyes and carefully scanned the area with her spiritual sense. It was really strange that this sixth-level old ghost appeared. She didn't find any other strange ambush.
She then raised her hands and said, "I came to find someone, but I didn't expect to disturb fellow Taoist Guo."
The old man in front of me, who could be knocked down by the wind, was quite difficult to mess with. Back then, a senior from the Transformation Realm made a move, but failed to intercept and kill the old man who went out, allowing the old man to escape back here. This caused a turmoil.
The Corridor of Lost Souls was closed to the public for almost fifty years. Later, somehow, the grudge was eliminated and it was reopened.
"Who can trouble the fairy to wait here?"
Old Man Guo shook the thick branch gently, and the image of a young man in black robe appeared in the sky, saying, "If the fairy is looking for this person, then you can go back. He will not come out for a short time, so as not to waste the fairy's time."
An Yan stared at the image, then looked at the rickety old man, and nodded slowly, "Okay, farewell."
She didn't ask much about the reason. The old ghost wanted to protect a little guy in the mist. What could she do? Even if the senior from the Transformation Realm came, it would probably be difficult to save her face.
In the scope of the ancient battlefield, the old ghost is equivalent to the immortal body.
The old man watched the woman disappear without a trace. He took one step and reached a mountain top ten miles away.
He stuck the thick wooden stick on the rock, tremblingly took out the kettle from his waist, lifted the lid of the kettle, carefully poured a few drops of water into the palm of his hand, hung up the kettle first, and then slowly opened his palms to face the east. bright moon.
The water droplets in the palm of my hand swayed like a deep pool, and a rippling and deformed moon appeared.
A ray of light quietly appeared next to the old man, transforming into a bald man in black. He was huge in stature. He stared at the old man with big copper bell eyes. He looked down at the old man who only reached his waist. He stared at the water stains on the dry palms and muttered: " Old man, you are very famous."
The old man raised his head and cursed helplessly, "I can't play for fun. You're blocking the light. Give way."
The big man in black reluctantly stepped to the side and asked curiously, "What are you playing for?"
"have no idea"
"You're just kidding me"
The big man in black heard the old man's serious nonsense and became furious, "Old man, if you want to fight, just say so."
An erratic female voice came, revealing Chi Guoguo's provocation, "Heigu, you can't beat the old man."
But the big man in black jumped into the air, punched him, and cursed, "I can beat you if I can. You slut who blows the wind every day and lights up the will-o'-the-wisps, you can't even hide in the Dark Soul Platform today."
The old man raised his head and glanced at the smoky sky, the moonlight was blocked.
He shook his head and sighed, not knowing that these two guys did it on purpose.
It's so annoying that after thousands of years of this miserable life, I can't kill them.
Suddenly looking in the direction of the Corridor of Lost Souls, the old man realized that the mark he had planted on the little guy was gone. He pulled out his wooden staff, touched the ground with just a touch, and the figure disappeared.
The two groups of light that were fighting fiercely in the sky were divided, the dark clouds dispersed, and the moon was as new as new.
The big man in black looked at the slim figure covered in white gauze opposite him and said doubtfully, "The old man is really famous."
“Have a look”
"Walk"
No matter how they fight, as long as the old man causes trouble, the two of them will definitely work together to deal with it.
When encountering outside monks or demon cultivators coming to the Lost Soul Mist to cause trouble, the three of them must join forces.
Behind closed doors, you can fight any way you want.
And the three pillars stand together and are unbreakable.
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