The secret chamber of the stone castle is fifty feet deep underground and is about ten feet square. Complex runes are carved on the ground and four walls, and it is supported by several stone pillars carved with monster patterns. Chang Siguo followed Master Ji Youling to the middle of the secret chamber. In front of the big stone platform.
Ji Youling walked up to the stone platform, inserted the wooden crutch in her hand into the groove in the middle, clasped her hands together and closed her eyes to meditate silently.
The wooden crutches shone slightly, and waves of ripple-like energy enveloped the small stone platform.
After finishing a set of procedures, Ji Youling's white hair turned a bit dull, her face was rosy, and she looked a little pale and tired. She made a smiling gesture of invitation to Chang Siguo, who was looking down, and Chang Siguo climbed up the stairs. Walk into the stone platform shrouded in Qi.
With his cautious temperament, he believed in the arrangements of the veteran.
The Niu Chi and King Shentu Wu he had come into contact with, although they both hated the old Taoist and wanted to use his fists, they were all friendly to him and did not look down on him in the slightest because of his low cultivation level.
Moreover, the back-ups left behind by the old Taoist, such as leaving a branch for the Barbarian Niu tribe to survive to this day, keeping the incense of the descendants of Wangyun Island, etc., gave Niu Chi and King Shentu Wu no reason to explode. It can only be said that the old Taoist method is clever and calculating. Watertight.
Arriving at this small space blessed by Master Jin with inherited treasures, King Shentu Wu still did not show up to meet him.
"Chang Siguo, please leave the stone knife and let me use it as a shelter for the time being. You can go down and I will ask the clansmen to arrange a bathing pool for you, and arrange body-training cultivators in the clan to help you shape your body and temper your soul. It is estimated that in ten years, you can complete the body wash and body shaping and transform yourself, and your future promotions should be much smoother."
King Shentu Wu's rich voice sounded on the stone platform.
Chang thought without hesitation, he pulled out the stone knife from his right wrist and sent the Buddha to the west. He was not reserved and put the knife's handle upright on the stage and said: "Senior Shentu, I will take my leave."
He has established a spiritual connection with the stone knife, and it will not be of much use if someone takes it away.
Even if there is a formation blocking him, he can still slightly sense the state of the stone knife.
When Ji Youling saw the stone knife, she bowed slightly and saluted. This stone knife was placed in Wangyun Village where the cave was originally built. Even though the size had changed greatly, she could still recognize it. She thanked Chang Siguo and asked Ji Xingyun who was guarding the door to arrange it. Chang Siguo's residence should be used to entertain distinguished guests.
Chang Siguo lived in a stone courtyard with a garden in the south of the city. In the evening, Ji Xingchen, Shen Tuhong, Shen Tujing, and Niu Guanping, acquaintances from the past, came to the courtyard. When they met, they had to bow to each other. It is absolutely not allowed.
"What are you doing? If you guys keep doing this, I'll just slap my butt and leave."
Ji Xingchen patted the burly young man who had not changed much, and sighed: "Sixty years ago, before the last Mr. Jin passed away, he said that you would come again, but I didn't expect that our Wangyun Island... cough, I owe a lot."
Shen Tuhong and others arranged tables and chairs in the hall, placed wine jars, dishes, dishes, etc. in the hall.
"Brother Chang, come and have a drink. Old Jitou always talks a lot. I don't want to say too many words of thanks, and there is no need to say them out loud. I keep them in my heart. I will cleanse Brother Chang today."
"Yes, old Ji Tou nags like an old woman, don't listen to him, let's drink!"
Brothers Shen Tuhong and Shen Tujing were in a particularly happy mood. They called Chang Siguo over, filled the glasses with wine, and offered it to them with both hands, with an unusual closeness in their eyes.
Ji Xingchen laughed and scolded: "You little bastards, don't think that I won't teach you a lesson when I get old."
"You have old arms and legs, don't teach this or that at every turn."
"Isn't that right? When I was a child, he threw me into the ice and snow and almost froze to death. He didn't even give me any meat to eat. It's such an outrageous old man."
"That's right, that's right. He's so vicious."
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From then on, Chang Siguo lived on Yingsha Island. Ji Xingchen, who was laughed at by several young people for his old arms and legs, helped him train his soul and body every day. Every now and then, Shen Tuhong, Shen Tujing and others came. We had a drink together and the days were very leisurely and comfortable.
He had completely restrained his Qi, and even if someone looked for him, he couldn't send the message Feijian.
This was a very critical period and he didn't want anyone to interrupt.
Three months later, Ji Xingchen invited him to a stone tower in the west of the city and arranged a washing pool for him, which was built on the tower.
The brown stone tower is ordinary, with only three floors, and is inconspicuous among the many buildings in the city.
Going up to the second floor of the stone tower, there is a big sword with green and white electric light floating in it. The whole floor is filled with wisps of traveling electric light. There is a large blue stone pool about ten feet below the big sword, which is full of blue and white electric light. Occasionally, A wave of electric light suddenly appeared, which looked very gorgeous.
Ji Xingchen stood at the door, stretched out his hand to invite you, and said: "Brother, take off your robe, and first wash your body and practice at the level of the electric sword for three years. It will be a bit painful, take your time, don't be in a hurry, old man. You guard the gate and protect the law.”
Chang Siguo observed the electric light in the room for a moment, then took off his Xi Yan battle clothes, his boots, and pulled out the silver hairpin and other treasures from his hair, and put them all into the space, wearing only a white middle coat.
Wangyun Island has a profound heritage. This sword is very extraordinary. It should be a psychic treasure. It uses the electric sword intention contained in it to wash his body. This kind of generosity is really shocking.
"Brother Lao Ji is here."
Chang Siguo's body was covered with a layer of lavender light, and he stepped lightly into the tower surrounded by electric light.
The sizzling electric light clings to the body.
For a moment, Chang Siguo couldn't see the human form clearly. Green, white and purple intertwined, forming a large flashing light group. He took five steps slowly and had to stop.
The steps are heavy and the resistance is huge.
He slowly operated the technique and slightly let go of the protective restraints on his body.
There was a "crackling" explosion, and lightning was everywhere, blasting the clothes on his body into powder.
He groaned in pain in his chest, and couldn't help but tremble slightly with pain all over his body. It was not just the lightning strike, but more importantly, the invisible sword intent. The thorns scratched the pores and entered the body, drilling in and out. How could this be washing? body?
It's obviously fatal!
Ji Xingchen smelled the smell of burnt flesh, his face twitched a few times, turned around and squatted on the stone bench in the corner, took out a very old leather pot, and slowly sipped the wine. With his old bones, he had no chance to enjoy the power of the electric sword. Even after washing myself, I couldn’t bear it.
It’s great to be young!
The middle-class sword in the second floor of the tower is a treasure left by the ancestors of the Ji family. It is said that the old Taoist priest gave it to the master when he first moved into Dushan Cave. Over the past hundred years, he has used secret techniques to take advantage of thunderstorms on the island. Come and raise the sword.
It's a pity that none of the descendants of the Ji family can inherit the mid-range sword left by their ancestors.
Those who are not of the Ji family's bloodline cannot inherit this psychic treasure.
We can only wait slowly.
In the underground secret room of Jin Castle, the Chi Bei Dao hangs high in the air, and Master Jin's staff is erected on the stone platform below.
King Shentu Wu stood on the edge of the stone platform, his body shining occasionally. He was fusing half of the remains of his previous life that the old Taoist priest had found for him. In front of the secret room, there were sitting or standing seven or eight sixth-level cultivators on the island.
The entire room was filled with surging aura and energy.
Waves of violent storms hit the youngest masters on the island, one hour a day.
Master Ji Youling and several other older sixth-level masters were guarding the door of the secret room. Without wooden crutches, Master Ji was only half capable and could not enter the secret room. She could not withstand the murderous temper of her ancestor. There's no need for it, Master Jin is a different inheritance.
As for the older masters, they cannot waste the energy left by their ancestors during their training.
Opportunities are left to young people!
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