Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

After flying overnight, the flying boat arrived at the Moon Order Gate just before dawn.

The Zongmen is located at the peak of Qingli Mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, it is indistinct, looking from a distance, it suddenly looks like the dwelling of immortals, when it is approaching, you can hear cranes crowing and lotuses coming out of the clear pond, It's really fascinating.

Wen Song had never seen such a magnificent and magnificent scene. He walked across the pontoon bridge on wooden steps, his eyes flashing with amazement from time to time.

According to the usual practice, their group of uninitiated disciples were temporarily assigned to the peak of Daoist Huayan, and they would leave after paying homage to their master.

"The matter of selecting a teacher will start at Chen tomorrow, you should rest here today!"

"Yes, real person."

The Dongfu was assigned by the steward of Waifeng. He took Wen Song and another monk in the foundation stage to the mountainside, and handed them a jade tablet respectively, "This is the key card to open the formation, and it has a defensive effect."

"Thanks steward."

Wen Song and the monk who lived with him entered the cave one after the other, and because they were not familiar with each other, they didn't say anything.

After Wen Song climbed onto the stone bed, he summoned Ming Xinjing from the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and asked the suspicious point that suddenly occurred to him on the flying boat, "Why did you rush to recognize Wen Fu as the master when you saw Wen Fu?"

No matter how attractive Wen Fu is, he doesn't even like a mirror!

Qi Ling said truthfully: "The luck in his body is very strong."

Wen Song asked curiously, "How powerful is it?"

Qi Ling thought for a while, "It's comparable to the son of luck in a world. If I follow him, I will definitely be able to rise to another level."

Then you are quite discerning, Wen Fu is indeed the son of luck.

Wen Song listened to the infinite regret in his words, and comforted him: "I will also try my best to upgrade you."

"But you have too little luck."

"how many?"

"Compared to Wen Fu, it's almost like fireflies are to the sun and the moon."

That's too bad, Wen Song thought.

"But this is before your blood is activated. If your polar ice fox can be activated, your luck will definitely soar."

Wen Song followed its words and asked, "Why?"

"Of course it's because of Heaven's preference," Qi Ling sighed old-fashionedly, "The polar ice fox has long been extinct in the Jinlin Continent, and the only ones left are some human races mixed with the blood of the polar ice fox."

"If they can't activate their bloodlines in their whole life, then most of them are lucky and mediocre. If they are lucky enough to activate their bloodlines, then they can inherit the monstrous luck bestowed on this family by the way of heaven, and go straight to the blue sky."

Does it mean that things have two poles, like yin and yang, like the sun and the moon, like heaven and earth, and like life and death, all things are born and opposed to each other, and it is only in one thought.

Qi Ling's words echoed in Wen Song's mind. The mountains and rivers in front of his eyes turned into the sun and the moon, and from day to night. He seemed to be immersed in a ray of breeze, and seemed to be clinging to the stars. He couldn't tell whether it was eternity or a fleeting moment. Light.

During this process, Wen Song's body unconsciously began to circulate spiritual power, and then climbed steadily, from the tenth level of Qi training to the eleventh level of Qi training, then to the twelve level of Qi training, and finally rushed to the realm of Dzogchen .

There is only a thin line between Zhuji and him.

Wen Song opened his eyes. Before he could feel the changes in his body carefully, he heard the sound of broken jade and flowing ice from the side, "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Wen, for his epiphany and advancement."

Wen Song turned his eyes and found that the monk who lived with him was looking at him with a smile, and there was a pile of spirit stones that had been turned into powder on the ground, "Fellow Daoist... are you protecting me?"

Yuzi replied with a "hmm", and explained: "This is the outer peak, the aura is not very abundant, and a little carelessness will lead to the failure of the advancement."

"Epiphany is rare, wouldn't it be a pity if you fail?"

Wen Song blinked, his black and transparent pupils were a little dazed, and he looked dumbfounded, "Friend Daoist is so kind."

His eyes are round cat pupils, and when he looks up with his head up, the end of his eyes will be slightly raised, as if he is softly acting like a baby to someone.

Seeing the naive look in his eyes, Yu Zi couldn't help but think of the stupid cat raised by his sister, who always liked to run amok and cause trouble at home, and wouldn't run away if caught, but would just foolishly pull his belt for foolishness.

It is also such a mood.

He put his hand to his lips and coughed, "It's just a small effort, you don't have to worry about it, Fellow Daoist Wen."

"I can't take advantage of you," Wen Song pursed his lips, and took out all his spiritual stones from the storage bag, "I don't know how many spiritual stones were wasted just now, if these are not enough, I will replenish them later you."

"It's not a waste, but for a fellow Taoist, it can be regarded as making the best use of everything," Yu Zi looked back at the five middle-grade spirit stones that had been turned into powder on the ground, and then at Wen Song's hands. With hundreds of low-grade spirit stones, I couldn't bear to tell him the truth, "You've had enough."

"That's good," Wen Song heaved a sigh of relief.