It's still dark.
Chen Ping walked out of the middle city, walked along the main road through the silent outer city, and soon arrived outside the city.
outside the city.
A female cultivator in a flowing white dress was already waiting there.
Chen Ping clasped his hands and said:
"Thank you, Taoist friend Lao Yun."
This person is Yun Lingshan's aunt, Yun Haitang, the second foundation-building monk of the Yun family, is in the middle stage of foundation-building.
She is said to be an aunt, and her face looks very young, but the foundation-building monk can keep her appearance. This may not be her true age. Chen Ping doesn't know how old she is, maybe thirty or forty years old, or maybe one hundred, thirty or forty years old.
When Yun Haitang saw that Chen Ping had arrived, he just nodded slightly, with no expression on his face:
"You're welcome, Fellow Daoist Chen, let's set off without further ado."
As soon as she finished speaking, the long sword at her waist suddenly flew out and grew larger inch by inch in front of her.
Big, big, big...
It didn't stop changing until it was three feet wide.
Chen Ping was stunned.
Yun Haitang landed on the flying sword, filled with fairy spirit, still with a cold expression:
"Come up."
Chen Ping took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to jump onto the flying sword.
'This thing doesn't have a safety belt, so it won't fall, right? ,
'Would you suffer from lack of oxygen if you fly high into the sky? ,
As a result, Chen Ping didn't have to think much.
Hearing Yun Haitang's crisp "Go", the flying sword rose several feet and flew out with a "swish".
Chen Ping himself was standing behind Yun Haitang. He was driven forward by such a devastating movement, and after two steps, he uncontrollably hugged Yun Haitang's thin waist with his hands.
Yingying's slender waist instantly stiffened.
this…
You can’t blame me!
Chen Ping's old face couldn't help but blush, he immediately let go, took two steps back, and apologized quickly:
"I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Yun. It's my first time standing on the flying sword. I didn't figure out the technique. I'm really sorry for the abruptness."
Yun Haitang in front remained silent, as if nothing happened.
Chen Ping was behind him and couldn't see her expression. Fortunately, he acted like nothing happened.
The air was unusually silent.
Chen Ping took two steps back and stood on the sword.
But he still sways uncontrollably, which is really inexperienced.
At this time, Yun Haitang's clear voice came:
"Try to focus on feeling the flying trajectory of the flying sword, use your own spiritual power as a grip, grab the spiritual power on the flying sword, and integrate it with the flying sword. In this way, you can stabilize your body. But don't worry, Daoyou Chen, even if this is not the case, it will not It will just fall down."
Won't fall?
Oh, that's okay.
Chen Ping suddenly felt much more relaxed.
Later, I tried the method described by Yun Haitang, and it improved a lot, but it was still not as stable as an old dog.
'If I build a foundation, I must study hard. ,
Chen Ping thought to himself.
Because his robe comes with a wind-control array, and this magic sword also seems to have a wind-control effect, so although the flying sword is very fast, you don't feel much wind when you stand on it, just the breeze blowing on your face.
Perhaps aware of Chen Ping's rookie performance, Yun Haitang also slowed down a little later, and whenever he needed to turn, he would further slow down.
This made Chen Ping's journey smooth.
As we move forward, the scenery below recedes step by step. Sometimes when flying low, they would meet monks on the road. These passers-by would look up and look at them, full of envy.
And some may be mortals who will hide urgently to avoid unnecessary disasters.
Chen Ping discovered that Yun Haitang would take a Qi-Building Pill every certain distance.
Halfway through, he had to stop and rest for a while, waiting for Yun Haitang to replenish his spiritual energy before continuing on.
Yun Haitang talked very little, and Chen Ping also enjoyed his leisure time. The two rarely communicated and spent most of their time walking in silence.
In the end, Chen Ping simply sat on the big sword and practiced the exercises.
Veteran driver Yun Haitang drove steadily in front.
Yunzhong City is not far from Lingxiao Sect, about 150 miles away.
In more than half an hour, they had arrived at Lingxiao Sect.
Dropped at the mountain gate.
A middle-aged monk was already waiting there.
"Fellow Taoist Yun, long time no see." The middle-aged Taoist friend said hello with a smile.
Yun Haitang nodded, turned around and said:
"Fellow Taoist Chen, my mission is completed here. All you need to do is follow that fellow Taoist into the mountain. Say goodbye to you."
Turning around, he paused and added:
"I hope Fellow Daoist Chen can successfully build the foundation."
The middle-aged monk's mouth twitched because of Yun Haitang's words about that fellow Taoist, but he didn't say anything and said politely to Chen Ping:
"Fellow Daoist Chen, come with me."
After Chen Ping and Yun Haitang thanked and said goodbye, they followed the middle-aged monk into the mountain.
Unlike Yun Haitang, the middle-aged monk talked a lot and kept talking all the way. He smiled at Chen Ping and answered all his questions.
He even took the initiative to introduce some of the foundation building experiences he had learned about.
"There are three foundation-building pools in the Lingxiao Sect. One of them is currently in use, and two are free."
"These two, although their spiritual powers are exactly the same. But I have carefully calculated that the foundation-building monk coming out of the foundation-building pool on the far left is taller than the other two."
"Fellow Daoist Chen, you must not believe in metaphysics. We monks are just a speck of dust in the vast earth. We are too insignificant. There are too many things that are beyond our control. It is very mysterious."
"In this foundation-building pool, the jade bed is full of spiritual power, but I still calculated that the northwest corner of the jade bed has the most foundation-building monks. Fellow Daoist Chen might as well choose the northwest corner to give it a try."
"..."
Chen Ping understood that those who could come here to build a foundation might become Lingxiao Sect's foundation-building monks. Even the Lingxiao Sect does not have many foundations, and it is still a rare existence.
Such a monk is also one of the opportunities in the eyes of these leading monks.
Maybe he will be able to soar into the sky in the future.
The bluestone mountain road was winding. After walking a certain distance, they entered a formation. After a moment of dizziness, they came out again. Chen Ping and the middle-aged monk stood on a piece of flat land on the cliff.
The entire Lingxiao Sect was never seen in its entirety.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, we are here. You can choose a Foundation Establishment Pool to enter. I wish you, Daoist Chen, will become a great Foundation Establishment monk when you come out." The middle-aged monk handed over his hand.
Chen Ping clasped his hands:
"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your help. I will never forget the kindness of fellow Taoist who led the way."
The middle-aged Taoist friend smiled:
"Fellow Daoist Chen, please go in. Don't forget that there is only one year at most. If the time is exceeded, the formation will be closed in the foundation pool. Don't waste time, Daoist Chen."
"I dare not forget it." Chen Ping said calmly.
I turned around and looked at the three caves (foundation pools) dug into the cliff. The door on the far right was closed, and it was obvious that someone was there.
As expected, Chen Ping chose the foundation-building pool on the far left.
It’s not because there are the most foundation-building monks here, but it’s because this is the farthest place from the foundation-building monk on the right.
The two of them can't interfere with each other.
There are three urinals and only one person is using it, but you choose the one next to it. This would be strange.
Chen Ping took a deep breath.
Slowly walk into the foundation building pool.
(End of chapter)
