The next day, Brother Six did not come up the mountain, as if Qingxu did not want a group of people to disturb his disciple's practice.
The cultivation level broke through to the eighth level of Qi refining, which surprised Shura.
At this time, he no longer used the iron sword he snatched from the killer, but replaced it with his own dark heavy sword, although it was a bit clumsy and slow to swing.
He is he believes that he can slowly improve.
Coming to the Bamboo Peak gave him a sense of urgency, which meant that he could practice alone, no longer relying on his master, but relying on his wings.
If you think about it carefully, this kind of pressure does make some sense. It can force yourself to practice harder.
Although it's a bit lonely here, I don't drink it with myself while I make a cup of tea. But it was really quiet, not even the third senior sister on the mountainside came to disturb him.
The food and clothes given to him by the Sixth Senior Brother were enough for him to feed himself for several months.
Now, in addition to practicing swordsmanship, he sits under the eaves to meditate and practice the Wen Shi Sutra given to him by his master. He feels that maybe the day he builds the foundation is the time to practice the skills in the sutra to the first level.
After lunch, I drank a pot of tea, stayed there for a while, picked up my black sword and ran into the bamboo forest to practice my swordsmanship.
He felt that he didn't draw the sword fast enough, firstly because of the weight of the sword, but most importantly because of his lack of empathy and strength for the environment.
He has already memorized the nameless swordsmanship given to him by his master.
Now he only needs to imprint these seemingly ordinary basic sword moves in his mind. As long as there is bamboo falling, he will slash it with his sword.
Although nine out of ten times, he was still happy, which meant that he was too weak and needed to spend more energy practicing swordsmanship and more practice to break through.
His plan is to build the foundation when autumn comes.
In the following days, I meditated under the eaves for an hour in the morning, and then went hunting in the mountains. If he could shoot a pheasant, he could eat it for several days.
In the afternoon he practiced swordsmanship in front of the house and in the bamboo forest, and in the evening he read. This was his daily routine.
A monotonous and repetitive life, a life without any change.
The days passed happily, the only shortcoming was that the Sixth Senior Brother never came again.
Where is the person you promised to help me build the bamboo shed?
Practice Wen Shi Jing, read books, practice swordsmanship, and hunt.
Day after day, month after month….
The young Shura began to understand the meaning between the lines of the Wenshi Sutra: Those who observe the Tao are like observing water. If observing the swamp is not enough, then the river is like the river and the sea is like water.
Let him understand clearly that there is a Tao in the sword, there is a Tao in the mountains, and there is a Tao in the tea.
Although he can only understand a little bit of truth at the moment.
At this moment, Shura felt that reading, practicing swordsmanship, and hunting were his cultivation.
He temporarily forgot about the senior sisters and brothers at the foot of the mountain.
...
At the end of the day, Shura was sitting under the eaves drinking tea after having lunch.
Suddenly a breeze blew by, and when he raised his head, he saw an old man sitting on the stone bench in front of him.
He was wearing a dark robe that could not be seen for how long he had worn it. Half of his black hair had turned white, but there were not many traces of time left on his face.
There was only one pair of hands, which were surprisingly clean and slender, not like the palms of an old man.
"Boy, what are you looking at? Didn't you know that guests would like to be served tea?" The old man looked at him and smiled.
Shura was stunned, and while pouring hot tea for the old man, he raised his hand and asked, "I don't know which elder in the temple my senior is. This disciple is practicing in the mountains. Please forgive me, senior."
"Is this really true? Don't lie to me, I have a bad memory." The old man took a sip from the tea cup in front of him, spit it out, and said, "Can you drink such broken tea?"
After speaking, he took a small bag of tea and put it on the table. He glared at him and said, "Boy, I will only demonstrate it to you once. It's up to you whether you can learn it or not!"
After speaking, the old man grabbed the teapot on the table, poured out the remaining tea inside, and picked up the boiling water to wash the pot.
Then while chattering, he carefully opened the tightly wrapped tea leaves in front of him, picked out a few pieces from inside and placed them in the tea cup. Then he looked at him and smiled and said: "Different teas have different water temperatures."
Shura was stunned and quickly said with a smile: "What about? Senior, what water temperature should I use for this tea?"
The old man smiled and said: "This is old tea. Old tea requires the boiling water. It can be boiled on the stove for a while. It is not as delicate as new tea."
"I see, this junior has learned a lesson." Shura said with a smile.
"Look carefully. The first time you brew the old tea, you can hold it in for a long time and take three breaths."
After the old man finished speaking, he poured tea into the two scalded teacups. The tea soup was like a thick golden soup, slowly poured from the purple clay pot into the cups. The young man's eyes were stunned.
"The second tea will take a little longer to come out, and so on. Do you understand?"
The old man shook his head, took a cup to his mouth and blew gently, then said: "As for my name, I seem to have forgotten it. They all call me a crazy old man..."
When Shura heard this, he couldn't help but frown slightly and replied calmly: "How can they talk about senior like this? I have to talk to the master about this some other time."
The old man was startled and asked: "Who is your master..."
"The master of this junior is Qingxu. Don't worry, senior. This matter will be taken care of by me. I will tell the master about it when I go down the mountain another day. No one will dare to be rude to you from now on."
Thinking of his master's status in the temple, as long as his master speaks, no one dares to disobey him.
The old man shook his head: "Drink tea while it's hot."
After saying that, he held the cup and drank it one mouthful at a time, like drinking from a treasure.
Shura was startled and thought: What kind of precious tea is this? Is it worth being so nervous?
Having said that, he also imitated the old man's example and picked up the tea cup in front of him, blew gently twice, and then brought it to his mouth.
I saw a bitter taste going from my tongue to my stomach. This was an extremely bitter taste.
Shura sighed softly and was about to spit out the tea in his mouth. Unexpectedly, someone stretched out his hand to block his mouth and helped him swallow the cup of tea.
Then he said faintly: "I don't have much treasure left, can't you waste it? Even that guy Qingxu can't drink my tea."
"Eh...Senior, what is this? Well, now there is a hint of repentance and another..." Shura exclaimed excitedly.
The old man looked at his excited expression and sighed again: "Don't be excited. Just drink this tea three times... After three times, the tea will be tasteless. That's not what you can do now." Enlightened."
After boiling water and putting the pot in, the tea was served a little later than the first time.
Then, one old and one young each held a cup of tea and brought it to their mouths.
Shura was thinking, it's just that this old tea is better than the master's new tea. Is it so magical?
The old man seemed to have read through his thoughts and didn't say much. He waited until the second cup of tea was clear, then added water and charcoal to the pot, and started to brew the third cup of tea.
"Little guy, what state are you in now?" The old man looked at him and asked knowingly.
Holding the teacup, Shura looked at him and replied in a daze: "Senior, I just broke through to the eighth level of Qi Refining at the beginning of spring. This is all thanks to my master."
It's only the eighth floor? If I build the foundation for you in one day, how about you accompany the old man to a place some time later? ! "
The old man asked casually while carrying a boiling kettle and pouring boiling water into the purple sand.
"Can I? Can I build a foundation in one day? Senior, don't scare me, my master said I have to wait until autumn." Shura looked at him in shock and replied in a daze.
"Your master? Don't compare me with him, just say whether you agree or not?" The old man asked calmly while dividing the tea into their cups.
"No problem." Shura said in his heart, as long as you can let me build the foundation in one day, I will dare to accompany you to any place no matter how far away it is.
"Don't be happy yet, your current state is as bad as scum, at least we have to wait until you reach the middle stage of foundation building." After saying this, he poured tea into the cups of the two of them.
"Drink it while it's hot, and see if it's any different from the first cup of tea?"
Shura was startled and picked up the cup in front of him because he heard the words "middle stage of foundation building" from the old man's mouth.
The young man who was excited for a moment shivered a little while holding the tea cup, blew lightly and took a shallow taste.
"It's less bitter and more sweet... This kind of taste..." After drinking half a cup of tea, Shura looked at the old man and muttered back. He was a little drunk.
The old man looked at him and said with a smile: "Isn't it a bit like your life, which is bitter first and then sweet? I'll take a good look at this tea. I'll go for a walk in the mountains and eat barbecue in the evening."
The old man drank up the tea in the cup in one gulp, ignored the young man in front of him, and walked deeper into the mountain with his hands behind his back.
"Tea is like life, bitter at first and then sweet!"
At this time, Shura was a little intoxicated and a little excited.
Because he felt a flame burning gently in his Dantian. Thinking of the old man's words, Shura drank up the tea in one gulp, then went back to the house to get a futon and meditated under the eaves.
Not long after, Shura felt that the flame in his belly was getting stronger and faster, rushing towards the muscles and veins of his whole body.
Shura, who was sitting on the ground, felt that the flame in his body was like a rising sun, slowly emitting an endless stream of warmth, flowing happily like a stream in his meridians.
A fountain is surging in the Dantian...
After coming back to his senses, Shura assumed a posture with five hearts pointing toward the sky, and began to operate the first-level mental method of "Wen Shi Jing".
The Yu is the Tao.
There must be a Tao that cannot be expressed, but the inexpressible is the Tao.
There is no way to think, and what is not thought is the way.
...
For a time, the true energy in the meridians was like thousands of streams, pouring into the Dantian. In less than a quarter of an hour, bursts of golden light emerged from the young man's body, and a thick golden light emitted from the front of the stone house.
This rich golden light not only illuminated the young man, but even passed through the bamboo forest and spread on the bamboo peak.
The moment the old man walking in the mountains was illuminated by the golden light, he murmured to himself: "What a monster!"
The young man in front of the stone house quietly felt the changes in his body and realized the coming blow. He did not expect that the old man would give him a huge surprise.
Is this enlightenment tea? It is the magical tea that breaks through the realm.
He thought of what the old man said, this tea was his master, and he might not drink it more than once.
As the young man expected, the old man gave him the Tao of Enlightenment, which was also a divine tea, a divine tea that could not be found in the Tianhuang Mountains.
What he faces is not only a broken situation, but also a qualitative change in his body under the nourishment of the divine tea.
"Buzz! Buzz!" sounded softly twice, and Shura felt that the true energy in his Dantian was like a squeezed balloon, bursting twice in a row.
After surviving two months, he finally broke through the second realm in a row. As the old man said, building the foundation in one day will bring you much closer to the Golden Core realm of the Sixth Senior Brother.
Shura, a young man at the eighth level of Qi refining, drank three enlightenment teas with the help of the crazy old man, and then broke through two levels in a row and entered the foundation-building realm of his dreams.
"Boom! Boom!" Suddenly, there was thunder brewing in the sky.
Suddenly, a dark cloud covering the sky and closing the sun passed over the cloudless Bamboo Peak, accompanied by bursts of thunder.
The old man who was walking in the mountains sighed secretly and turned around to fly in the direction of the stone house.
"Are you seeking death? There is also a thunder tribulation in the Foundation Establishment realm?"
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