Dedicate One’s Mind

The sun was already at its peak after Wu Yi memorized the "Little Zhou Tian Moving Technique". Perhaps he had been concentrating on reciting it before. Wu Yi was sensitive at the moment and heard a large number of footsteps in the distance. Wu Yi hurriedly opened the door to welcome him out. There was no room at the door. A group of people in the distance were carrying various items, including incense burners, fine wood, magic swords, yellow talismans, etc. However, the Taoist boy from yesterday was nowhere to be seen, only a middle-aged Taoist in scarlet clothes was there to give instructions.

Wu Yiying stepped forward to say hello, and he was polite and thoughtful. He secretly thought that there were three deacons in the temple, namely, the one responsible for the utensils, the one responsible for the clothes, and the one responsible for the ceremony. The one in front of him should be Zhou Chongju, the deacon responsible for the utensils.

Zhou Chongju looked him up and down, with a sarcastic look in his eyes, and said firmly as if asking, "You are Wu Yi, the new disciple of the temple master."

Although deacons like Zhou Chongju do some work of distributing secular goods, in fact, most of them have reached the peak of Qi refining and cannot get a position in the Yiqi sect, so they come to work in the Taoist temple. One day, they may open their pulse and return to the inner sect. Perhaps, in the face of Zhou Chongju's rudeness, Wu Yi replied without changing his expression: "The disciple is Wu Yi, the master has worked hard all the way."

"I have sent you a set of cultivation materials at the order of the temple master. Tomorrow is the time for teaching, so don't miss the time." Seeing Wu Yi's courtesy, Zhou Chongju didn't hesitate to make more sarcastic remarks and gave Wu Yi a few words. In a word, in the past, there were always new disciples who did not know the rules and only focused on their own practice, forgetting the teaching time, and in the end they did not achieve much results.

"Disciple, don't worry." Wu Yi nodded.

After working for a while, after moving the things, the Feiyi Taoist didn't stay much and led a group of servants down the mountain.

When Wu Yi returned to the cave, he couldn't help but glance at the red beads standing on the candlestick. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that the light emitted by the red beads was dimmed. He did not dare to underestimate it. Wu Yi walked into the beads and stared at them intently. .

In terms of the appearance of the beads alone, they are almost the same as ordinary rare and exotic treasures, or even worse. Not to mention those fellow disciples who are well-dressed and well-fed, let’s talk about the strong men who deliver meals. There are many beads that are better than this one. And this is the reason why no one noticed the abnormality in the beads. Even Wu Yi would not have discovered it if it was not a coincidence.

After yesterday's danger, Wu Yi now pays more attention to the beads and does not dare to be careless.

Wu Yi stared at the beads. The beads seemed to be spiritual, spinning faster, and jumping up and down from time to time.

It stands to reason that such a change in the beads should make Wu Yi panic, but strangely, he was not surprised at all, as if it should be like this.

Wu Yi's right hand couldn't help but reach out to hold the bead. The bead jumped suddenly and fell into Wu Yi's hand. It was warm and smooth in his hand, with a touch of heat, probably because of the burning candle.

Looking at the beads, Wu Yi looked calm, and felt a blood-milk fusion feeling in his heart. It was strange. It's as if, as if this bead was created by him.

Shaking his head, Wu Yi smiled bitterly, drove the ridiculous thought away from his mind, put the beads back in their place, and went back to studying the classics.

It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. The matter has come to this, and I can't bear to throw it away. Maybe it is the best choice to ignore him.

Early the next morning, Wu Yi set off from the top of the mountain and went straight to Mingdao Peak. Today was a small class, and only two disciples came. The previous class given by Wang Chuchen was a big class, and all the disciples had to arrive, and the ones that went there were the main ones. The Hall of Mingxin.

Naturally, the small class did not get this treatment. They went to the side hall to clean the dirt. Although it was a side hall, it was still empty for forty or fifty people. The futons were placed very far apart to prevent whispers.

Wu Yi was among the first batch when he arrived, but he was not the first. The position was first come, first served, but there was no seniority. However, Immortal Dao is still on the left, Wu Yi, the new disciples, sit on the right, and the senior brothers from the previous generation sit on the left.

Wu Yi went straight to find a seat near the front and looked around. About one-third of the new disciples had arrived, but only one disciple from the previous class had arrived and sat very close to the front.

In fact, if nothing can be done, the disciples of Guan Nei spend most of their time practicing. Most of the people who come to attend small classes are new disciples. They are not familiar with cultivation and come to listen to the master's teachings. The disciples who started early do not have to come every time, as long as As long as you pass the exam, the teacher will not be harsh on it.

After briefly looking at the face of the visitor, Wu Yi withdrew his gaze, knelt down on the futon, closed his eyes and rested.

As a new face attending the class, most of the disciples had only one-time acquaintance with Wu Yi. Most of the disciples who came were talking about him. Even with his eyes closed, Wu Yi heard many comments, the content of which was nothing but envy and jealousy of the two factions.

After hearing this, Wu Yi smiled and said nothing, as if he had not heard anything, like an old monk sitting in meditation, which made many people who wanted to test him feel regretful.

In fact, staying the same to cope with all changes is Wu Yi's best choice at the moment. In any case, Wu Yi is a disciple recruited by the master of the temple. There are some methods that people who can't stand him can't use. All he has to do is imitate Wang It's good to leave old things behind. Wang Chuchen entered Taoism in his middle age and made rapid progress. Now, no one questions the decision of Master Lingya back then.

Not long after, the long bell rang. It was different from the big bell that was ringing during the previous lectures. It could only reach the peak of the sound.

Hearing the sound of the bell, the disciples who were originally in small groups, whispering, straightened their clothes, looked straight, knelt on the futons without squinting, and you could hear the drop of a needle in the quiet hall.

The bells stopped ringing, and an old Taoist in black robe entered the hall from the side door. He waved his sleeves and knelt down on the futon at the top. He was not in a hurry to lecture, but looked down first.

There were more than 20 people on the right and only 4 or 5 people on the left, which was about the same as usual. When he saw Wu Yi, his eyes stayed for a moment and then went over. When he glanced at the first person sitting in the front row on the left, he showed regret, which made Wu Yi, who had been subconsciously paying attention to the old Taoist, look at the senior brother.

He was about 20 years old, with a handsome face, sharp edges and corners, and a strong look. Such a person should be a proud person. Is there something wrong with his cultivation? Wu Yi lowered his eyelids and thought.

"Today I will talk about the method of gathering qi." The voice of the old Taoist lecture brought Wu Yi back to his mind, but the content of the words shocked Wu Yi's heart. The first four changes of Qi refining in the first Qi gate are to get angry, gather qi, absorb qi, and condense qi, but Wu Yi has not even completed the anger. Isn't it a waste of time today?

The resolute disciple sitting in front of the left narrowed his eyes, as if he thought of something, and then stretched them out, sitting there quietly with his eyes closed.

This determined disciple is called Li Tian. He was born in the Li family of Runan. He entered the sect three years ago. He felt the energy within three days. After that, he was able to perform the three transformations with ease. His Dantian Qi Sea was full and he soon reached the stage of Qi Refining. He was a child of destiny.

But during a subsequent ritual when he went down the mountain, Yin Qi entered his body. This Yin Qi was extremely difficult to deal with and could not be completely eliminated. He had to seal it in his Dantian and use the spiritual energy to dissipate it bit by bit. However, he did not expect that Yin Qi was extremely difficult to deal with. Ordinary spiritual energy could not do anything to it. He had to use the innate Qi to dissipate it, that is, the true Qi seed. When the Yin Qi was completely dissipated, the true Qi seed would probably be almost gone. The true Qi seed was the basis for mobilizing the rest of the spiritual energy. At that time, even if he had a body of spiritual energy, he would not be able to use it, which was equivalent to being wasted. How could Li Tian, ​​who had been practicing smoothly all the time, be willing to accept this?

After many unsuccessful attempts, Li Tian returned to his origin and tried to comprehend the Qi again, hoping to comprehend a more tenacious innate Qi and dissipate the Yin Qi. He had come to listen to such elementary courses several times in a row, but gained little. He was going to give up, but he was unwilling to give up, so he had the idea of ​​giving it one last try.

He heard that the course on comprehending Qi would be taught today, but after he came, he suddenly heard about gathering Qi. Although he was ashamed and annoyed, he remained calm on his face. This matter could not be blamed on the Taoist in black robes. According to the speed of cultivation of new disciples, the speed of gathering Qi was the normal speed. Moreover, after all, he came to listen to the course on comprehending Qi just to try his best. If it didn't work out, he could only find another way out.

But someone actually deceived me. Did they see that I had no future and wanted to set up another school? Li Tian thought to himself, unable to suppress his anger.

The Taoist in black robes talked freely on the stage, but Li Tian was not interested in listening to the lecture. There was another person like him, that was Wu Yi.

However, one of them had practiced for a long time, and even if he gathered more spiritual energy, he would not be able to use it. Instead, he would let the spiritual energy run around and go crazy because he could not control it. The other one had never practiced before, just like asking a person who could not walk to run. How could it be possible?

Wu Yi thought of what Zhou Chongju said to him the day before. He didn't know whether he didn't see that he had never practiced, or whether he wanted to embarrass him. Thinking of this, Wu Yi couldn't help but shake his head helplessly. Even if he wanted to plot against him, how could he explain it? He might as well listen carefully.

Although Wu Yi couldn't combine the explanation of the black-robed Taoist with his own practice, he still memorized it like he did when he listened to Wang Chuchen's explanation last time, but it was really hard to remember it so rigidly.

Finally, the black-robed Taoist said that today's explanation was over, indicating that today's small class was over. Everyone stood up and bowed, saying: "Farewell, Master."

The black-robed Taoist stroked his beard, nodded and smiled, and went out from the side door.

Everyone stood up and left in twos and threes. At this time, Li Tian, ​​who was standing at the end, said slowly: "Junior Brother Liu, wait a moment." Many people stopped and watched the upcoming scene with interest. Wu Yi, who originally did not want to contact these brothers too early, also slowed down and waited for the incident. The Taoist priest who was walking in the front turned around. He looked a little thin, and a look of panic flashed across his face. Then he smiled and said flatteringly: "What do you want, Senior Brother Li? As long as I can, I will do it for you."

Li Tian looked up and looked directly at Junior Brother Liu. His face was cold and his tone was stiff: "It's okay, Junior Brother. I listened to the master's class and I don't have any doubts for the time being."

Junior Brother Liu smiled awkwardly. He heard what Li Tian meant and waved his hands helplessly: "Senior Brother, this is not my fault. The masters do whatever they want, which is beyond my ability!"

"Oh, really?" Li Tian's eyes were fierce, and he walked forward and said coldly: "Then it's my fault."

Kacha-Wu Yi looked up and saw Li Tian put one hand on Junior Brother Liu's shoulder, with a smile on his face, which was extremely terrifying.

Junior Brother Liu resisted the pain and pulled back, holding his shoulder, looking straight at Li Tian, ​​saying: "This arm is my apology to you, Senior Brother. Will you be satisfied?"

Li Tian snorted and glanced at the people around him coldly, and everyone retreated tactfully.

But before Wu Yi reached the door, a black shadow flew from behind him, and he hurriedly dodged to the side. He looked closely and saw that it was Junior Brother Liu.

Bang, there was a heavy landing sound. Junior Brother Liu vomited blood after landing, his uninjured hand covered his chest, his face was distorted, his hair was messy, and he looked like a madman.

After Li Tian came out, he glanced at Junior Brother Liu with disdain, and then glanced at everyone fiercely. Seeing that everyone bowed their heads, he held his head high and strode away.

Seeing Li Tian walking away, a senior brother from the previous class spoke up: "This Li Tian is so arrogant. Junior Brother Liu is a regular disciple after all, but he is so cruel."

A senior brother standing aside heard this and whispered: "Don't look at Junior Brother Liu's miserable state. In fact, it's all external injuries. He will go back and mobilize his spiritual energy for a few weeks. Although Li Tian is arrogant, he dare not really destroy Junior Brother Liu."

"Having said that, how can you save face after being humiliated like this?"

"Is face more important than cultivation?"

...

When everyone talked about this, they couldn't help but feel sad, and soon they dispersed.

Wu Yi, who was walking at the end, happened to see Junior Brother Liu, who was lying on the ground, slowly getting up and moving with difficulty. The first thing he did after he stood up was to spit fiercely in the direction where Li Tian was walking, and he couldn't suppress his vicious look.

Perhaps because he saw Wu Yi staring at him, Junior Brother Liu gritted his teeth and his eyes were blazing, as if he saw a mortal enemy.

Wu Yi had no intention of understanding the grudges between them, and looked down on those who bullied the weak and feared the strong. He shook his head and turned to walk towards his own cave.

Behind him, Junior Brother Liu limped away, his body hunched over and panting like a cow.