A leaf obscures the eyes, sea foam floats and sinks, deep black ink dyes the flat surface and shines, tomorrow after tomorrow, rising with the waves.
At midnight, half way through the practice, Zhongli Bi washed and worked hard without complaining, and fed her in an orderly manner.
Get up early, the bells ring in the morning, and the mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, clearing the sky and the earth.
The task of feeding is four times a day. The last one is at noon today. Zhongli Bi washes it and immediately records it in the hall and hands over the wooden sign for 4000 points.
The cliffs are covered with ripples of clouds, the Jingwei River is clearly defined on the rock platform, and the wind is refreshing.
Dikuang is the place closest to spiritual energy for cultivating immortals.
Zhongli Bi washes and climbs the Lufei Road. His popularity is at the peak of his popularity. The cool spring breeze stimulates his vitality. The formation starts to play. The disciples either sit or stand, or look up to the sky and meditate.
The formation has a large radius, and everyone in it has their own privacy and will not be disturbed or peeped.
Near the edge of the cliff, I sat on the ground, folded my clothes, and engraved in my mind the idea of a sea god's needle. The top of the mountain was naturally quiet, and the spiritual energy was swirling around the top of the clouds.
Together with the many figures in the mist, they quietly absorb pure spiritual power, irrigate and reciprocate, and the Qi begins to sink.
There are soft locust trees and fragrant trees, and the grass is simple and simple.
As the sun sets, Zhongli Bi's spiritual energy value increases day by day, rising steadily.
"Aura value: 32440"
"It's not slowing down anymore." Zhongli Bi felt relaxed and spent his days slowly, always practicing the fourth level of Qi.
A group of outer disciples were wandering on the stone steps mountain road, and Zhongli Bixi vaguely heard some of them.
"Someone is asking for a fight." Zhongli Bixi was surprised. He was a master who had cultivated to the third level for the first time. Mang Yiyi Xu Daoxing was the master of Yanmen and the leader of a small team.
Watching and watching, the rugged stone peaks are pointed, and the feet are on the tips. The young Xu Daoxing, who is wearing a gray robe, is waiting for the wind snake to surge, the sky to flash fire, and the ground to burst into rubble.
A middle-aged man with no name, he cultivates in a low profile, quietly lurks under the sun and the moon, and is the leader of the Forbidden Army's assault.
After confirming the friend and foe, he hooked the staff into the clouds and stood firmly in the upright position for half a circle. Xu Daoxing took the lead in firing, and his fatal moves were fast and thunderous.
Above the mountains, it looked like clouds billowing with fire.
"Well done, beat him to death." The Yanmen group cheered.
Zhongli Bixi was sitting next to the rock at the back. He glanced around and saw the table and wood being laid out...
"I'll also place a bet on Xu Daoxing."
After Zhongli Bixi finished speaking, the gamblers in the crowd all laughed mischievously and followed the rules of your love and our will, "Xu Daoxing, pay ten for one."
If you win, the price will be increased tenfold.
Through stone and dripping water, the two of them engaged in a fierce fight with each other. They had their own secret technique and fought back before death... Everything they did was what they expected.
Zhongli Bi was washed and taken away ten times, 40,000 points of personal wooden tokens were transferred in, and the valley was separated from the water. After everyone finished watching, people left in silence.
In the cave, a cloud of confusion envelopes people's hearts.
"Goodbye Lishe, Taoist friend Chuyun will cherish you." Mr. Tang, the old man at the front of the group, said reluctantly.
The man in blue shirt carrying the baggage spoke back to everyone, saluted, then shook his head and left.
Entered Xiaoya Peak at the age of 5, entered the spiritual energy into the body at the age of 10, practiced the first level of Qi at the age of 18, and still failed to break through it at the age of 29. After struggling as a handyman disciple at the age of 35, everything failed in reality, the path to immortality was miserable, and there was no hope of advancement.
"Go to a mortal city, get a wife and have a son, and give birth to ten or eight of them," he said.
The outer disciples were demoted to the rank of handymen, and they persisted for several years at the age of 30. On this day, eight disciples left.
There is no way I am not sad, I just hear that the old friend is leaving.
"It's not easy." Zhongli Bixi was very lucky that she still had a system before her strength increased.
Arrange your itinerary, read books at Teng Shu Long Yue Pavilion, practice martial arts and Qingfeng Sword at the martial arts training ground, do tasks, absorb spiritual energy with mental techniques, etc.
Half a month later, "Aura value: 33080"
The strong wind blew through the grass, and the crane stretched out its legs. A ray of slanting light cut its opening sharply, and the beast's body sprayed blood.
It has a short furry tail, about 2 meters tall, with wide and erect ears, a long brown-red mouth, and black hooves on the ground. It is also known as the "Four Unlikely".
Enraged and bloody, his spinal cord arched due to violence, Zhongli Bi washed away for a second and was attacked by surprise.
The lightning accelerated, not as slow as before, the splashing front claws were lengthened, and Fauchelewind was in mid-air.
Plum kangaroo deceived her, and Zhongli Bi was restrained.
Qingfeng Sword pointed, the spiritual energy rolled, and the surging force strengthened, hitting the beautiful kangaroo.
The bite is painful, and the plum kangaroo's large dark holes are like a network of bloodshot eyes.
Unmoved by his delusional thoughts, Zhongli Bi turned over and flew into the air, using the tip of his sword.
The long thing was on Mei Kangaroo's head, and there was a sudden red pain, and blood flowed down, winding along the black head.
As the boss of a position, the plum kangaroo is invincible. Its hair is swollen, its hooves are shaking the ground, and the transmission of information is very fast.
Zhongli Bi washed his legs and stood in the air. He landed silently, and the wind called him like a shuttle, swirling in the air.
Raising his hand, the Qingfeng Sword snake-shaped "Zig" was fired out.
"First style, the wind comes."
"bundle"
After drinking, the plum kangaroo was strangled with its head.
Before the fighting was over, dust and smoke billowed in the distance, and several small plum kangaroos came on the road. They were thin but about 1 meter in size.
The teeth are sharp and the fangs are spread wide to dig at the ground.
Zhongli Bixi didn't want to delay, so he drew the word "Zhi" in an understatement.
There are thick grasses, brown muddy fields, and four or five houses in the village.
A glimpse of the rugged wilderness. Half a quarter of an hour later, the house was paved with thatch, and several columns were sleeping in groups.
A mason with decayed tiles, a farmer in cotton and linen clothes, sitting on a clay kang mat with a hint of ancient style.
Chen Dahua was trying to figure out the money in his arms, and he looked at Huang Gan's thin face and said happily.
"Sir, please take a moment. There are some sweet potatoes. How about some vermicelli?"
Food is scarce, rice and corn cannot be grown in the wilderness, and potatoes are becoming increasingly popular.
There are deep wells in the fields, and underground water is inexhaustible. If they are dug out, the whole village will enjoy the blessings.
"It's so sticky and hot, do you want to take a shower?" The woman wore a braless dance skirt and a light gauze dress that was wet and plastered.
"Beauty, I'll join you," said the protagonist Zhou Yanxing, who had long dark hair with a simple cloth band and tied up at the end of the head.
Following the old man who served him for ten years, he practiced Qi to a certain extent. His face was small, his nose and ears were small and soft, so he ordered Chen Da to leave.
"Just do as you are told. There are ten of us. We can make a big pot of potatoes. If there are no more, I will give you some."
Cultivation of immortals is similar to practicing martial arts. The blood energy is replenished with meat, and you have to travel through mountains and rivers for two days, but there is no other food at the moment.
The wood of the house is dusty and old. It has just been scrubbed and the mark has been removed but not the original.
The surface paint is covered with dirty black mud and is flat, with numerous shallow and deep grooves, which is scary and unbearable.
The rough man arrived at this moment, with a shaky look on his face, and said:
"No."
With a heroic howl, Taobi and Chen Dawang looked over, following the two people who had just moved.
"We eat meat." As he said that, the rough man put down the prey on his shoulders.
It was stained with blood, it had been freshly caught, and the meat was fresh.
Overjoyed, Taobi praised the rough man, his disciples were extraordinary, and they were sincere and endured hardships.
After a few words, someone else came in from outside.
The three servants hired by the family, who were surrounded by green grass and forests, were very enthusiastic and enthusiastic, and casually took pictures of two more prey.
The beast's head is larger, and it has the peak strength of the first level of Qi training.
It's not easy to deal with, Tao Bi thought like this in his mind, and then a few breaths later, a slap in the face came.
"Fairy Zhongli, it's all you..." The rough man raised his thumb, which was round and tan.
One, two, five first-level qi-training peak plum kangaroos, plus second-level qi-training adults.
