Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 1168 Good Wind Sends Me Up to Qingyun by Power

Disciple is one's own good.

What's more, this disciple is really good.

But it's not without its flaws.

For example, this kid is too crazy.

Crazy enough to threaten that one day he will kill the Ninth Master in Daoqi.

Crazy enough to argue with Master Mu about a certain point in a certain book in the Sutra Pavilion, bluntly saying that you may not be wrong, but I must be right!

Little boy, I laughed to death.

But such a shortcoming, the two senior earth immortals are very generous and ignore it.

Only Master An is smarter.

If you don't fight, you can't compete with it.

No matter how crazy the child is, he won't be able to go crazy on the old man.

He is indeed crazy with you, but with this old man, you have also seen how respectful and polite he is, and he keeps pace!
It can be seen from this that the two of you have not touched the threshold of being a teacher!

Learn more from me!
Of course, this is a small joke between the three big guys.

As time went by, the satisfaction of the three bosses towards Ye Xiaoye was getting higher and higher. Every time they looked at the display in the water mirror, their appreciation almost overflowed the Hanguang Palace.

Ye Xiaoye naturally knew nothing about it.

He just practiced, practiced, and practiced.

White clouds express freedom, and vegetation expresses freshness.Day and night, no one speaks, and the avenue comes for a blind date.

Qinghu also came to the sect, as if reminding him of one thing, that is to recite the Qingjing Sutra every night.

This is a "habit" developed in Lingxiao's lower court, but he abandoned it after entering the sect, it shouldn't be.

So pick it up again.

However, he used to lie on the bed and recite, and just fell asleep after reading, but now he is in the small courtyard, around the four walls on the inside, or around the small stone platform in the middle of the courtyard, and recite while walking.

After reading it, I happened to go to the meditation room to practice.

The recitation at this time still carries the power of "supernatural powers".

It's just that there is no little friend around anymore.

Nor did Guangqing come to check the house.

So probably only the grass in the yard quietly listened to his recitation every night.

In the Hanguang Palace, through the display of the One-Yuan Mirror of Good Fortune, the three big bosses naturally knew about Ye Xiaoye's behavior, but they just smiled at each other, remembering that they were basically the same at a certain time in the past.

They didn't feel that invisible power before they were near.

It's just that Ye Xiaoye is not bad at reciting?

Quite a sense of rhythm.

In other words, it is quite the way of purity.

So often, at night, when there is nothing to disturb, Jiu Miaozi will call out the water mirror and lock the display in Ye Xiaoye's small courtyard, and the three bosses from the fairyland will watch and listen together. The little doll in the enlightened state recites the introductory essence left by the patriarch.

So and so, it has become a habit?
Occasionally, if I don't read it one day, it seems that something is missing.

One night, Jiu Miaozi called out the water mirror, but she didn't see Ye Xiaoye walking in the yard.

It's raining!
"You are really a disciple. Just a little rain can change the content of your practice. How can you get so slack in the heart of the Tao!"

Jiu Miaozi shook her head and said to An Shoudao.

An Shoudao didn't refute, probably thought what he said was quite reasonable?
Mu Xinyuan did not stand up to uphold justice either.

The three big bosses who have always been in vain, at this moment, fully demonstrated the ugliness of the world.

It rained the next day.

In the evening, Ye Xiaoye still didn't come out for a walk, and of course there was no recitation during the walk.

On the third day, return it.

In fact, it's just intermittent light rain, and most of the time it's even just raindrops floating in the sky, floating for a long time is just helping people wet their faces, like making a natural spa.

Probably entered the rainy season.

In the evening, the rain was still a little bit heavy, and it was the kind that could wet the clothes when I went out for a cup of tea.

With the kind of laziness and slack of a certain kid, he probably won't come out tonight.

Jiu Miaozi couldn't bear it anymore.

With a wave of his big hand, the next moment, tsk, the rain stopped in the entire area of ​​Ling Xiaozong's domain.

"Those old folks, why are you so nervous?"

In the sect, I don't know how many old monsters cast a glance in the direction of Hanguang Palace, and then sensed around suspiciously.

But of course, they found nothing.

It was getting late.

At a certain time, Jiu Miaozi brought up the water mirror again and locked on a small courtyard.

A certain little guy finally walked around on the bluestone slabs in the small courtyard again. Sometimes he crossed his hands on top of his head, sometimes his arms formed a horizontal line on both sides of his body, sometimes he raised his legs high, and sometimes he swayed his shoulders from side to side.

In short, all kinds of small actions continue.

And after walking like this for a long while, finally, the familiar reading sound started again.

Seeing this scene, Jiu Miaozi sighed in satisfaction.

The whole person is comfortable!
The other two people in the main hall did not have such an obvious gesture, but An Shoudao stopped his meditation, Mu Xinyuan stopped his kung fu deduction, and both of them focused their eyes on the water mirror.

After a long time, in the small courtyard, the recitation stopped, and that little figure also entered the meditation room.

Jiu Miaozi then removed the display.

The other two also acted nonchalantly, as if they were just out of their minds just now, and now continue to do their own things.

In the world of mortals, no dust can drift into the Lingxiao Sect, which seems to be a world of its own.

The world is turbulent, and there is nothing that can enter the top of Lingxiaozong Mountain and disturb the cultivation of the disciples of Zhufeng.

Ye Xiaoye is just like many other low and mid-level disciples in the sect, practicing quietly like this.

The box of incense given to him by Senior Brother Gu in the Cangjing Pavilion, he ordered one every night, and he used it up in less than a month.

Actually, it's useless.

Just like a certain saying in the first world, where there is nothing, where is the dust?
The so-called Ningshenxiang just burns a loneliness.

After using up the incense, Ye Xiaoye placed the wooden box by the bedside, lying on the bed every night and smelling the faint fragrance, which is quite good.

It would be even better if the entire pillow or bed, or the wooden floor, were all made of this kind of wood.

However, it is estimated that it is still the same as on Earth.

When he had this thought, there was no such condition.

After the conditions are met, more than [-]% of them are no longer needed.

A whole cup.

In fact, the current floor and the cushions for meditation are all spiritual wood, but the quality is average, far from being comparable to that of the wooden box.

In fact, his behavior made the three big brothers laugh and cry.

"If Guer knew that Ning Shenxiang was being spoiled like this by an ignorant kid, would he cry?"

Nine Miaozi said with a smile.

This is purely ignoring people, Gu Zhenyue is an earthly immortal after all, so things like Ning Shenxiang may not be taken seriously by him.

Even though, Earth Immortal can't have as much of this thing as he wants.

But the main reason is that there are more people in the sect than less, not how precious the thing itself is.

Of course, it is relative to the characters at the level of the fairyland.

"It's hard to say whether Gu'er will cry or not, but if you say that Xiao Yezi is ignorant, it's pure old-eyed and ignorant."

Mu Xinyuan said with a smile, then turned to An Shoudao and said, "Lao An, do you want to give the Spirit Heart Wood to your little disciple? I think he likes it."

The wooden box of Ning Shenxiang is made of spiritual wood.

The so-called spirit heart wood is actually the wood heart of a kind of spirit wood that is within the range of the "broken star" among the three stars in the three-star Jiuyue crossing immortal formation in the sect.

There are many kinds of spiritual wood, some of which can be eaten, and some can be squeezed to drink.

Some can be used to make incense, refine medicine and so on.

The material of the wooden box containing Ningshen incense is just one of them.

"No need."

An Shoudao shook his head, "At his current level, he is not suitable for enjoying such a luxury. Everything is according to the rules of the sect."

"It's boring."

Jiu Miaozi also shook her head.

"Lao An, I have discovered that since Xiao Yezi became your disciple, you have changed completely, becoming boring and boring. According to what the suzerain said, I think you will be hopeless in this life. "

"Then you don't have to worry about it."

An Shoudao heheed, "It doesn't matter that I have no hope of becoming an immortal, my disciple will become an immortal."

"Tsk tsk, old Mu, look at someone's face."

Jiu Miaozi shook her head again and again.

The three big brothers actually have nothing to do, they are so idle, otherwise it would be impossible to put so much leisure and elegance on a little guy.

As for Ye Xiaoye, besides cultivation, she also has nothing to do.

At the current stage, apart from Tai Cangyue, Ji Feiyan, Senior Brother Gu, Master An Shijiu and Master Mu, these three seniors, they don't have any other friends.

He never participated in that kind of multi-person gathering in the Eighth Peak.

The books are not very interesting. The books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are indeed basically "mud and rocks", but if you take them and flip them through, you can barely pass the time, and you can also learn about Lingxiaozong and the world by the way. practice culture.

No wonder the Sutra Pavilion is quite deserted, no one goes there.

If there are books like "Those Years I Became an Ancestor of Taoism", "I Have a Small World", "I Use Heavenly Tribulation to Bath", "Nine Refinements to Become a Celestial Immortal", "Nine Turns to Make Immortal Journey", etc., wouldn't it be crowded?
Of course, this is purely a wild idea.

The serious thing is still cultivation.

It's just that you can only practice once a day. Although the time has been extended compared to the beginning, the extension is quite limited.

The practice that started at night could not last until dawn after all.

So long day time, what to do?
Ye Xiaoye quickly developed another hobby, sleeping!

Take an afternoon nap.

Exercise after lunch, sleep after exercise, sleep from noon to afternoon, spanning about five or six hours, and then dinner, after dinner, you can think about evening cultivation.

That way you can get through the day.

Just don't be too witty!

Pillow the light and pillow the rain to sleep cleanly, the body is solid and the mind is the same.When I wake up, the world is as old as it is, and only good fortune is left.

This day, after sleeping until dusk and waking up, Ye Xiaoye walked out of the room and stood in the small courtyard with a dazed expression.

The slanting sun in the west is dyeing a large number of clouds into a golden glow stretching across the entire sky.

Brilliant and dazzling.

Ye Xiaoye stared blankly until the sun went down, and the western sky slowly turned into darkness and darkness. He still stood there, not moving a muscle, just staring blankly.

As for the meals prepared in the kitchen, he didn't even take a peek at them.

"What's the matter, little doll? I feel sleepy too much, and I'm confused?"

Jiu Miaozi glanced at the water mirror and said with a smile.

But just after he said this, his gaze was fixed.

(End of this chapter)