At night.
Li Daoxuan carried an oil-paper umbrella on his back, put his luggage into the Three Realms Gourd, and left Xinyang County with his master by the starlight.
After leaving the city, he couldn't help but look back.
Under the night, Xinyang County looked particularly peaceful, as if everything that had happened before had left no trace.
Although this place is not big, the folk customs are simple and simple. Li Daoxuan has lived here for nearly two months, and he feels a little reluctant to leave.
But he knew he had to leave.
Perhaps everything has settled, the Five Power God has been eliminated, and even the eight-tailed fox demon was burned alive and turned into ashes. The people here should be able to live a peaceful life.
But Li Daoxuan knew that there were still two mysteries that had not been solved.
One is the Moro Cult that the eight-tailed fox demon once mentioned. What kind of existence is it and what is it plotting?
The other one is who is the possessed Taoist? What does the other party want to do by sending three demons to Hongzhou?
These two questions may no longer have answers with the death of Tu Shanxuan.
But Li Daoxuan doesn't care. After all, he is not a detective fan, and everything will go wrong.
These two things are very troublesome at first sight. The water is very deep, so mix it in as little as possible.
The most important thing now is to seize the time to practice, kill the mobs, and become stronger quickly!
Li Daoxuan and his master walked towards the unknown distance together, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, why are we in such a hurry to leave?"
He was in a coma for three days and three nights, and finally opened his heavenly eyes. When he woke up, his master urged him to leave quickly.
Zhang Qianyang drank while walking and said: "This time in Xinyang County, there was too much noise. I had many enemies when I was a teacher. If they come here, I can run away, but I am afraid of your life... tsk tsk .”
Li Daoxuan's face darkened, and then he remembered that his master was so arrogant back then and must have made many enemies. Maybe this is the reason why he wants to remain anonymous now.
It seems that I can't easily say that I am Zhang Qianyang's apprentice in the future, for fear of being stabbed to death.
"Master, what kind of old injuries did you suffer? Is there still a chance to return to the Yangshen realm?"
Li Daoxuan couldn't help but ask.
If the master returns to the Yangshen realm, wouldn't he be able to walk away sideways?
There was a hint of reminiscence in Zhang Qianyang's eyes, as if he had seen those high-spirited years again, but in the end it turned into a trace of loss.
He chuckled and said, "Children, stop asking about adults' affairs."
Li Daoxuan had no choice but to secretly raise his middle finger and plan to sneak some laxatives into his wine.
…
The two of them moved quickly and quickly, from the dark night to the early morning.
"Master, where are we?"
"The devil knows."
"Oh, then I'll call Sister Yu over and ask."
"...Brat, do you think you are very humorous?"
After a daily quarrel, the master and apprentice climbed up to a high stone, bathed in the morning sun, and began to practice the "Purple Qi Yang Yuan Gong".
An hour later, Zhang Qianyang opened his eyes, and a purple light flashed through, then turned invisible.
He was somewhat satisfied. After decades of hard training, the "Purple Qi Nourishing Skill" was finally reaching the fifth level, and he should be able to break through in a few days.
This technique can polish the physical body, increase lifespan, and also have a certain effect on old injuries in his body.
The only pity is that cultivation is too slow, but there is nothing we can do about it. Who said that we can only absorb a little bit of the purple energy of the morning sun every day?
As soon as he opened his eyes, Zhang Qianyang was shocked.
What the hell, where is my apprentice?
The surroundings were filled with rich purple air, which spread hundreds of feet, like a heavy fog coming in, blocking people's sight.
Only then did Zhang Qianyang understand why his "Purple Qi Nourishing Skill" felt like a breakthrough. Could it be that this was a treasure place that could condense purple energy?
"Master, don't panic."
Li Daoxuan's voice sounded in the purple air, with a hint of pride.
"This is just a disciple's little magic."
Zhang Qianyang turned his Dharma Eyes and his pupils trembled.
I saw Li Daoxuan sitting on the surrounding rocks, all over the mountains and plains, filling this hill with people.
Some of them couldn't sit down and ran to the canopy of the tree to meditate.
After breaking through to the middle stage of Bigu, his magical power of clones has also improved, and the number has greatly increased, and he can create more than a hundred incarnations.
The purple energy of the morning sun at this moment was caused by more than a hundred clones during their cultivation.
As the clones continued to turn into hair, the purple energy of the rising sun they absorbed was automatically transferred to Li Daoxuan's body.
At this moment, Li Daoxuan's every pore was breathing purple energy, and his skin was filled with crystal purple light, full of clean and flawless texture.
After a moment, the vision slowly disappeared.
Li Daoxuan clenched his fists and could feel the powerful force flowing in his blood, enough to tear the tiger and leopard alive.
Besides that, he seemed to have grown a little taller.
The most important thing is that the vitality has been improved to some extent, and long-term practice is enough to prolong life.
Zhang Qianyang was stunned and asked: "The art of clone...can it still be used for practice?"
Li Daoxuan glanced at his master strangely and said, "Yes, master, don't you know?"
Zhang Qianyang woke up from a dream. He had never thought about using the clone technique to practice.
This is actually a misunderstanding. The clone technique is mostly used to fight enemies or escape, and almost no one has thought of using it for practice.
Zhang Qianyang immediately recited the mantra and performed the clone technique.
A moment later, the second Zhang Qianyang appeared on the spot, but his eyes were a little dull and his behavior was a little stiff.
This is Longhushan's clone technique. It is a magic spell and has not yet reached the level of magical power.
Zhang Qianyang let the clone practice for a while, then unlocked the spell, and frowned slightly.
"Master, doesn't it work?"
Li Daoxuan asked.
"Yes, but very little. It is only about one percent of the original cultivation. Compared with the mana consumed, the gain outweighs the loss."
This is still Longhushan's clone technique. If it were a more general clone technique, the effect would probably be even worse.
Zhang Qianyang looked at his apprentice and asked, "Where is your clone?"
"It's probably 70% of the effect of body cultivation."
Zhang Qianyang directly cut off a beard, took a breath of air, and looked at his apprentice with a perverted look.
"Disciple, what level have you reached in your Purple Qi Yang Yuan Gong?"
"It should be about to break through to the third level."
Zhang Qianyang's face turned dark. He had been practicing hard for decades and had only reached the fourth level. He had not yet broken through the fifth level. This brat had only been practicing for two months and was about to reach the third level?
Although he is his own disciple, why do he feel so sad?
Zhang Qianyang, the former Tiangang Demon Subduing Master and the prodigy of Longhu Mountain, now began to doubt his own qualifications.
At this time, Li Daoxuan made another stab.
"Master, what level are you on?"
"Fourth...forty floors!"
"Huh? Master, I remember you said, doesn't this Purple Qi Yang Yuan Gong only have nine levels?"
"...Haha, the one I am practicing as a master is the advanced version."
"So that's it. Master, do you want to learn the magical power of the clone that blows hair into matter? Do you want a disciple to teach you?"
"Hmph, I have countless teachings and magical powers as a teacher. Do I need to learn them from a brat like you?"
An hour later.
A certain stubborn old man coughed, took a big sip of wine, his face turned red, and he spoke in a very small voice.
"Well... if you say you don't want to learn as a teacher... then you really don't want to teach?"
"As a cultivator, can't you... persist a little longer?"
(End of chapter)
