The desperate situation of life is vast and boundless.
Even after flying in the desert for several days, Cen Yun still did not see the legendary Fengqi Mountain. Instead, he saw countless terrifying monsters with bodies as big as mounds and green faces and fangs that he had never seen before in the desperate situation. , which made his hair stand on end and broke into a cold sweat.
Only now did he understand the advice of the old man in the village. If it were not for an immortal like Zhao Li who could fly thousands of miles, he would never be able to pass through this dangerous place, let alone find the specific location of Fengqi Mountain.
Boom!
At this moment, a muffled thunder suddenly exploded from the sky.
Cen Yun was shocked and looked at the sky. At the moment when he was stunned, he saw that the clear sky was shrouded in black clouds, like a huge mountain. His chest felt tight, his head felt dizzy, and he almost fainted.
Zhao Li made a secret with his right hand, and a white jade medal around his waist emitted a soft light, covering them in it.
"This is the mountain-protecting formation left by the ancestors. If they are not disciples of our sect, any living being from the outside who comes close will be crushed by the formation and die without a burial place."
Zhao Li's voice came from the front, and Cen Yun finally broke free from the pressure of the formation and regained some consciousness.
He looked up and saw that the sky was like ink, thunder dragons were tumbling, and irregular lightning pillars descended from the sky, blasting the ground into pieces. It was a piece of scorched earth, and no living beings could be seen except them for thousands of miles. His heart could not help but be filled with awe. feel.
After flying in the darkness for less than half an hour, I suddenly saw a white hole emerging between the electric pillars in front of me. The surface of the white hole was like a mirror, with the light and shadow of the mountains and rivers floating inside.
When Zhao Li saw this, he flew towards the white hole. The moment he touched the white hole, Cen Yun felt a fresh air rushing towards his face, and his eyes lit up.
Behind the white cave, there are mountains and jagged rocks. Looking around, you can see strange trees tens of feet high all around. Through the forest, you can see a giant peak rising into the sky in the distance, and you can't even see the end of it. It seemed to reach straight to the sky, which made Cen Yun dumbfounded.
When he arrived here, Zhao Li's expression became much more relaxed. He put away the jade pendant that emitted a soft light around his waist, and drove the Feijian Trail towards the Qingtian Giant Peak. He walked left and right in the mountains. He was familiar with the road, but it still took him nearly It took two hours to reach the foot of the giant peak.
This is a place where there are many houses and palaces.
Looking down from a high altitude, on the left hand side is a flat and open meadow with birds singing and fragrant flowers, and various exotic flowers and plants planted on the meadow.
On the right is a valley. Half of the valley is filled with molten pools of flames, and half is covered with frost and snow. It is like a dream and is breathtaking.
Zhao Li used his hand skills to drive the flying sword to land in front of a huge stone mountain gate below. On the mountain gate were written three simple yet powerful gold-lacquered characters - Fengqishan!
All these novel things made Cen Yun's eyes light up and he was yearning for them.
"Senior Brother Zhao!" Under the mountain gate, two disciples in green clothes saw Zhao Li and immediately stepped forward to salute. Then they looked at Cen Yun, whose hair was messy and tied up behind him, with strange expressions in their eyes.
"This son is a newcomer to the sect, so there is no need to worry." Zhao Li explained briefly and said to Cen Yun behind him: "You come with me."
"Yes!" Cen Yun nodded excitedly, followed Zhao Li on the road paved with bluestones, and looked around curiously.
He found that there were many disciples on the road who were wearing Tsing Yi like those under the mountain gate. However, for some unknown reason, when these disciples saw Zhao Liru encountering a ferocious beast, their expressions changed drastically and they retreated with their hands. This made Cen Yun a little confused.
Not long after, they arrived at a complex of buildings covering an area of 1,000 acres under the giant peak.
There are many houses and exquisite pavilions in the building complex. In some of the pavilions, there are all kinds of elixir equipment on display.
Zhao Li was not interested at all and continued walking along the main road, and soon entered a three-story pavilion called "Disciple Pavilion" in the central square.
The archives in the Disciple Pavilion are vast and beautifully decorated. A middle-aged man in a white robe is sitting at the back of the hall, with a tortoise-patterned jade case in front of him and incense burning on the corner. He is reviewing a mountain of scrolls on the side. His expression was slightly dull, but he still maintained his majesty.
"Senior Brother Zhao."
Behind the middle-aged man stood two boys in green clothes holding whisks in their hands. The two boys, one boy and one girl, were handsome and full of fairy spirit. They bowed to Zhao Li.
When the other disciples in the pavilion heard this, they all turned their heads, roused themselves, and retreated. In a blink of an eye, only five people, including Cen Yun, were left in the entire pavilion.
Zhao Li nodded to the two boys, walked in front of the middle-aged man, cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Xiang."
This middle-aged man named "Uncle Xiang" is none other than Xiang Changqing, the elder in charge of Fengqishan's external sect affairs. Behind him are two boys, the male is Gong Mu and the female is Miao Ping.
Xiang Changqing put down the scroll in his hand, wiped away his serious expression, stood up and greeted with a smile: "It turns out that Master Nephew Zhao is back. Is the trip to the Hidden Sword Sect going smoothly?"
Zhao Lidao: "Elder Lao is concerned about us. The emergence of numerous swordsmen from the Hidden Sword Sect really opened our eyes to the disciples. However, when we returned, we encountered some monsters that disturbed us. It was nothing serious at all."
Xiang Changqing had already noticed the hidden wound on his abdomen, with an angry face on his face, and said in a cold voice: "Hmph, how dare those evil beasts in the desperate situation of life be so rampant. When I am free, I must go and clean them up personally... By the way, Who is this son?"
As he spoke, he looked at the dirty young man behind him with confusion.
Zhao Li explained: "This son's name is Cen Yun. He was encountered by the disciples in a desperate situation. This time he brought him back to the sect in response to his request. He wants to cultivate the immortal way and hopes that the elders will fulfill his wish."
"Oh?" Xiang Changqing looked at Cen Yun thoughtfully.
Cen Yun felt that the gaze was like a sharp sword, penetrating every hair on his body, and he couldn't help but feel chills running down his back.
"Well, that's right. Although he has a single bad root, he dares to break into a desperate situation alone at such a young age. This kind of courage and perseverance is really rare."
After saying that, he waved his right hand to Changqing, and a jade slip appeared out of thin air and flew into Cen Yun's hand.
"You can practice this "Five Qi Fantasy Phoenix Technique". If you can practice it to the first level of qi refining according to the method, and complete an external sect task, you can become a disciple of the external sect. Before that, you can I only live here temporarily as a registered disciple and do some chores."
Xiang Changqing said to the boy behind him: "Gong Mu, take him down and arrange a place for him."
"Disciple, I obey!" Gong Mu promised. He looked at Cen Yun who was staring at the jade slip in his hand and didn't react. He coughed dryly and said, "Newcomer, why are you still standing there? Come with me."
"Ah, ah!? Oh!" Only then did Cen Yun react, and his excitement was beyond words. He didn't expect to obtain the cultivation technique so easily. He immediately thanked Changqing and left with Gong Mu. Enter the disciple pavilion.
Zhao Li cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Xiang, if there are no other instructions, this disciple will return to the sword pond to return his orders to the master."
"Forget it, I'll say hello to Senior Brother Huangfu when I get back." Xiang Changqing nodded slightly and looked at the direction Cen Yun was leaving with a strange look in his eyes.
At the same time, after leaving the Disciple Pavilion, Cen Yun followed Gong Mu to the southwest corner of the building complex. From here on, the road became muddy and the houses turned into thatched houses. There was only a stone standing by the road with three vague words written on it. Unclear, crooked characters - handyman area.
In the handyman area, there were some registered disciples wearing gray clothes. Some were sitting under the eaves, staring at the sky in a daze, or chopping firewood, carrying water, washing and cleaning. After noticing them, they only took one more look at Cen Yun. , knowing that he was a newcomer, he looked away boredly.
Gong Mu led him to an uninhabited thatched house. The door was blocked by a leaky firewood leaf, and the inside was covered with spider silk. Although there was a wooden bed and table, no one had used it for an unknown period of time. A thick layer of dust fell on it.
"You will live here from now on, and have a good rest after putting on this set of fatigue uniforms. From tomorrow on, take this sign to the handyman room to collect the handyman. Only by completing the handyman can you get one day's rations."
As he spoke, Gong Mu took out a set of gray clothes and a palm-sized cyan waist tag engraved with "Bingseven" from a yellow-brown cloth bag on his waist like a magic trick, and placed it on the table, saying: "If nothing happens, , I will leave first."
"Senior brother, wait a minute!" Cen Yun suddenly shouted.
Hearing this, Gong Mu put down his right foot that he had just raised and looked at him in confusion.
Cen Yun said awkwardly: "Um...senior brother, to be honest, I just saw the exercise called Five Qi Gong on the way here, and I couldn't understand a word of it, so I asked senior brother to teach me! "
After saying this, he respectfully raised the jade slip in his hand in front of him.
Only then did Gong Mu understand. He patted his forehead and said, "Look at my brain. I have forgotten that you are illiterate. As I still have some time, I will teach you some breathing techniques and formulas in the exercises. You can Listen up!"
After speaking, he coughed twice and explained the contents and pictures on the jade slip in detail.
There are nine levels in the Five Qi Phantom Phoenix Skill. Each level requires years of hard practice. To reach the first level described in this skill, you need to breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and condense it into "spiritual essence" in the body. The first level of Qi refining is completed just like this.
Of course, the speed of this process depends not only on personal understanding but also on spiritual roots.
Simply put, the types of spiritual roots are divided into five types, which are regarded as heavenly spiritual roots, alien spiritual roots, pure spiritual roots, mysterious spiritual roots and inferior spiritual roots. The better the spiritual roots, the higher the compatibility with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The speed of cultivation will naturally be faster.
After reaching the first level of Qi Control, if you want to continue to improve, you can only do so by breathing in more spiritual energy or taking elixirs.
The speed or slowness of cultivation is more closely related to the resources one has. To obtain resources, one can only complete the tasks issued by the sect. This can also be regarded as a platform for low-level disciples to obtain resources and compete fairly.
Cen Yun understood clearly from the sidelines, so under Gong Mu's guidance, he sat cross-legged, assumed a training posture, breathed in, and after a while, he showed a relaxed look on his face and entered the state.
Gong Mu couldn't help but secretly praise Xindao. In the past, all the named disciples he taught could only learn it after listening four or five times, but this newcomer could understand it once. The level of understanding was really amazing. If it weren't for the extremely poor spiritual talent, it would be impossible to understand it. Maybe he will be able to achieve great success in the sect in the future.
Two hours later, when the sky darkened, Cen Yun slowly woke up from his practice. Looking at his hands through the starlight outside the window, he only felt a feeling of ants crawling in his energy veins. However, this feeling lasted for a while. Then it dissipated.
"Is this spiritual energy? It seems to be no different from the spiritual power that Senior Brother Zhao showed me. It's just that the spiritual energy here is thin. If you want to condense the spiritual energy, it will take three to five years..."
bump!
Before he finished speaking, the firewood door in the thatched house was kicked over without any warning and hit the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.
Cen Yun was stunned and looked up blankly. When he saw the person clearly, the person had strode up to him and stared at him fiercely, as if he wanted to eat him!
