This is a mountain forest, and Qi Zixian is leaning on the tree with his chest covered.
He had been running for who knows how long, and he couldn't tell the direction in the darkness. Reluctantly sitting down cross-legged, he began to regulate his breathing, and a light gray palm print appeared on his chest from time to time.
puff
Qi Zixian spit out a mouthful of dirty blood and then coughed.
It took him a while to recover, and he wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. He closed his eyes and felt that his head was dizzy.
In a daze, he seemed to be back at the door of the inn.
It was a gray sky outside, and he slowly walked into the inn. The old man in the inn was sitting at the counter and calculating accounts.
Walking into the back door, there was an old man standing under the poplar tree in the yard. The old man's back was turned to him, and his face could not be seen clearly.
After walking a few steps along the corridor, the light in the kitchen opposite suddenly turned on, and a graceful figure twisted on the thin window paper.
"Huh!" Qi Zixian wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had fallen asleep just now.
Recalling the fight with the Four Ghosts of Yinshan at that time, when he turned around, he actually saw not only the dark inn, but also five corpses on the wall, and a breath so powerful that it directly suppressed him and made him breathless.
The sky in the distance has begun to turn white, and it's almost dawn.
The original Shunfeng Inn has become a ruin, with bricks and rubble everywhere.
Qing Umbrella put away the oil-paper umbrella, bowed and saluted the old man in front of him and said, "Senior, what are you doing?"
"I want to discuss a business deal with this little friend. Could you make it easier?" the old man looked at Jiang Fengqing with a smile in his eyes and said.
"Since the senior has spoken, the junior will naturally not shirk it, but I would like to ask the senior to be considerate of the junior and don't talk for too long, lest it be late..."
Snapped
Jiang Fengqing was a little stunned, even though it was dark and the green umbrella used the technique to cover her face. But he was not deaf after all, and the snap was obviously someone being slapped.
Looking at the old man again, he was still looking at him with a smile. If he was slapped, Jiang Fengqing would not believe it.
"I'm talking to you just to give you face. Don't really take yourself as a thing. How dare a mere sixth-grade person pretend to be in front of me?"
"Thank you, senior, for your teaching!" Qing Umbrella said in a steady voice.
"Want to thank me? Then kneel down!" the old man said reluctantly.
Qingshan hesitated for a long time and said in a deep voice, "Senior, please don't go too far!"
Snapped
This time Jiang Fengqing used all her internal strength and finally saw the old man raising his hand.
"Kneel down if you are told. Why are there all this nonsense!" The old man slapped the green umbrella again, causing the green umbrella to kneel to the ground. He couldn't even hold the umbrella in his hand and dropped it to the ground.
Qing Umbrella groaned, clenched her fists, but said nothing.
"I heard that this umbrella is your favorite thing?" The old man stepped on the umbrella into the mud.
Qing Umbrella straightened his back and silently watched what the old man did.
"Huh? Don't say anything? Then why are you so upright? Can't you just lie down and be a dog?"
The old man walked up behind Qing Umbrella and stepped on his back, knocking him to the ground. He could only clenched his fists and tried to hold himself up. But only the snapping sounds of his bones told him that all this was in vain.
After a long time, the green umbrella was thrown heavily onto the road, along with his oil-paper umbrella.
"Wait outside." The old man said calmly.
Qing Umbrella struggled to get up and said with a trembling voice, "Yes."
Looking at Qing Umbrella's embarrassed figure, Jiang Fengqing couldn't help laughing, but tears filled his eyes as he smiled.
"My little friend, why are you happy first and then sad?" the old man asked with a smile.
"I'm just happy to see this master in our eyes. In the hands of seniors, he is just a dog to be teased at will."
"Haha, one mountain is higher than the other, but that's normal." The old man laughed loudly, and then asked, "What about this sadness?"
"Sorrow is just the thought that this world is like this, the weak eats the strong. This sadness is just the sadness of the rabbit dying and the fox."
The old man twisted his beard and smiled, but didn't say anything.
"In the eyes of seniors, am I not also a weakling?" Jiang Fengqing said with a smile, "The reason why seniors showed this to me is because they are worried that I will not be able to negotiate a good deal with seniors."
"You see clearly. Since you have the consciousness of a weak person, it's easy to talk about." The old man stroked his beard and said, "I want to take something from you, in exchange, to ensure that you have a worry-free journey. You know, what happens next The road is even more difficult."
"Okay, I agree." Jiang Fengqing said immediately.
"Why don't you ask me what I want to get?" the old man asked slightly surprised.
"Do weak people have the right to refuse?" Jiang Fengqing said with a long yawn, "I don't want to do anything meaningless."
The old man laughed and said, "First Prince, I have underestimated you."
The old man flicked his sleeves and floated toward the wellhead blocked by rubble and bricks. The old man floated over the wellhead and stood beside the well. The gravel and bricks at the wellhead instantly turned into powder, and the deep well appeared again.
A gentle force pulled at Jiang Fengqing's waist. He did not resist and allowed the force to pull him into the air.
When it reaches a certain height, this force no longer pulls him up, but keeps him in the air. At this moment, he suddenly felt a cold air entering his body from his back and moving around in his body. He subconsciously had the idea to expel this cold air.
"First Prince, please relax and don't resist. Just give me half a quarter of an hour." The old man said solemnly from below.
Jiang Fengqing hesitated after hearing this, but finally suppressed the thought.
The cold air moved up and down the meridians all over his body like a swimming dragon, and finally stopped at his Dantian, confronting the Qi and blood in his Dantian.
Martial arts cultivation can only reach the ninth level. The lower third level can temper the skin and bones and extract the power of Qi and blood. The middle third level can compress the internal force and condense the golden elixir. The upper third level can cultivate the golden elixir and open up the avenue. However, the lifelong pursuit of countless warriors is to rely on their own avenue to achieve the goal. Go to the immortal path.
However, since the first generation of human emperor Meng Huang was guided by heaven, created martial arts, and led the human race to fight against the monster race, no one has ever broken through the void with martial arts and achieved the immortality that Meng Huang said.
Jiang Fengqing calmed down and allowed the cold air to force away the inner energy of his Dantian inch by inch. The cold air penetrated into the Dantian like a fierce dragon, but the internal energy of the Dantian showed no resistance under Jiang Fengqing's suppression.
"I think I have a good relationship with you." The old man by the well rolled up his sleeves and looked at the well.
The water in the well was exactly level with the well mouth, and a full moon appeared impartially in the well water.
As soon as the old man reached out and touched the full moon, his lips moved, as if he was thinking about something.
boom
Jiang Fengqing felt as if something was cracking in her dantian, and something seemed to be flying away from her. The cold air in her dantian was slowly moving along the meridians, and the internal energy wherever it passed was arbitrarily suppressed by it. Squeeze away, but the internal force of those who were squeezed through seemed to become smaller.
Jiang Fengqing's heart moved slightly, and this cold air seemed to be helping him compress his internal energy. At the end of this week, the internal energy in his body was compressed by 10%. You must know that the training goal of a middle-grade warrior is to compress the internal energy of the Dantian into a golden elixir. And the result of this cold air that came down in one week was enough to be worth a month of his hard work.
"What is he doing?" Qing Umbrella looked at Jiang Fengqing in the air, full of doubts in her heart. But he just buried his doubts in his heart, after all, he could feel the old man's breath passing through his body from time to time.
The old man's hand gently stroked the shadow of the full moon in the well, and the ripples caused the shadow to break into pieces.
Jiang Fengqing, who was in the air, suddenly felt that the thought in his mind appeared again, and this time he could hardly suppress it. Several times, he almost mobilized the internal energy in Dantian to force out the cold air.
However, the cold energy didn't seem to care, and instead kept accelerating, making his internal energy more and more pure and concentrated.
boom
Jiang Fengqing was directly promoted to the fifth level, but there was no joy on his face. Because at the moment of breakthrough, the thoughts in his mind completely disappeared, and he seemed to have lost something. The cold air in Dantian is still taking care of itself.
The old man at the well was holding the water out of the well with both hands, pouring it on the ground, and kept mumbling something.
The fragments of the full moon shadow in the well seemed to be decreasing with the water he held out.
Tianzi Mountain, Holy Temple.
The Holy Temple was built by the second human emperor, Emperor Jiang, after the establishment of the Jiang Dynasty. It was used to worship countless heroes and martyrs who died in the battles between the human race and the demon race.
Later, Emperor Jiang stored the Human Emperor Sword here and made a stipulation that future generations of human emperors must come here to kneel and worship and be enshrined before they can ascend the throne.
At this time in Tianzi Mountain, an old monk wearing cassocks was standing on the top of the mountain.
A bit of fish belly white has appeared on the horizon, which gives the mountains nearby some outlines and gives the gray sky a bit of color.
"People from Qingcheng Mountain? Are you fishing for the moon in a well? Are you fishing for the direct lineage of the royal family?" The old monk frowned and murmured, "This is going to change. How dare you seize the luck of the royal family!"
Chang'an City, Prime Minister's Mansion.
The yard was quiet, and the servants were all asleep. Wang Daofan was not sleeping in the house, but sitting on the stone bench in the yard, in darkness.
He looked up at the sky, counted with his fingers, and said with a smile, "How come Qingcheng Mountain has entered the game at this time? This is getting more and more fun."
Imperial Palace, Qintian Prison.
Someone's sigh came from the darkness, and the only light here that was shining with blue light went out.
"Why bother?"
Jiang Fengqing landed smoothly on the ground. He twisted his neck and moved his body. He bowed and saluted the old man and said, "Thank you for your help, senior, for helping me break through the sixth level."
Yes, that cold air directly raised his cultivation level from the fourth level to the sixth level. Next, as long as he practices the golden elixir, he will step into the seventh rank and join the ranks of the upper third rank.
"No need to thank me, everyone just gets what they need." The old man twirled his beard and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will take you all the way to Yumen Pass."
"Thank you very much, senior."
The old man turned around and left slowly, followed closely by Jiang Fengqing. When passing the well, Jiang Fengqing took a look and saw that it was dark and could not see anything.
