100 years after breaking up with Taoist couple

Zixiao Mountain, Jingheng Peak.

Master Chengyu brewed the bise tea soup into a small teacup, squeezed it between his two fingers, and said with a smile: "Brother, I think you worry too much."

Jingheng put down the pen and sighed: "It's not just me, can't you see that the brother in charge is more anxious than me? Has he ever run to the academy like this before?"

Master Chengyu said: "That's true, but I think that child is very talented and has a strong understanding. Although his temper is a little bit out of the way, in fact, you don't need to bother so much."

Daoist Jing Heng walked up to her and sat down, and said: "There is no need to push the seedlings to encourage them, I am just worried about the poison on my junior brother, you also know the mysteries of the Wind and Thunder Sutra, if this child is too tired, he will not be able to open the fragmented scroll within ten years , I am worried that if my junior brother gets poisoned..."

Master Chengyu shook his head slightly, and chuckled: "You guys don't even know Junior Brother."

"how you said that?"

"He's hiding something from us."

Daoist Jingheng was taken aback for a moment, and frowned, "How could that be, Junior Brother has been..."

Master Chengyu rolled his eyes at him, and said, "Don't always be young. Tianjue is more than 100 years old, and he is not the son of you guys. He is thinking hard. It was 100 years ago, you wanted to stop him and that Chun The Young Palace Master of Hua Palace is a Taoist companion, can you stop him?"

Daoist Jingheng pondered for a moment, and said, "You mean, the younger brother is lying about the residual poison?"

Master Chengyu said: "Not necessarily. However, it is true that there is no need to worry so much. With his current cultivation, he must be able to sense the fate of birth and death. If it is really impossible to reverse it, can we force him to change his fate against the sky? "

Daoist Jingheng was silent for a moment, and said, "Junior Sister, you have changed."

Master Chengyu smiled calmly: "I have always been like this."

"When the master was alive, he always told us to follow the way of heaven, which is natural. But he himself has never done it. He has fought against the sky and the earth for more than 1000 years. What will happen in the end?"

Listening to what she said, Master Jingheng frowned and said, "Junior Sister, you..."

Master Chengyu put down his teacup and smiled: "I don't have the perseverance of the two masters. I just want to play around in the world and fool around. As for the matter of the junior brother, I also advise you, just take care of it if you can. demand."

"Brother thinks I'm cold-blooded, but Chengyu is indeed not a warm-hearted person."

------

Tianjue Peak.

Gu Xuecun didn't know that the teachers and uncles over there were bubbling with worry about his homework, and after his morning class, he returned to Tianjue Peak like a gust of wind.

In the past half month after Lu Jueling retreated, Gu Xuecun was really a boring mushroom, and now he finally had something to do, and he was as excited as if he had regained the pure joy of being a monster when he was a teenager.

When he came back, he went to the vegetarian house to get two steamed buns, and now he was holding them in his mouth. Although he knew that Lu Jueling had already retreated, he still tiptoed around the main hall a little guilty, and waited a little further away from the main hall, and walked to Tianjue At the mountain behind the peak, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and gnawed the steamed bun in his mouth while looking at the surrounding terrain.

There is a small pond at the back of the mountain, and there are seven or eight white lotus flowers quietly blooming in the pond. Besides, there is no road at all.

Gu Xuecun walked around the pond five or six times, but couldn't find the way. Looking up at the peak, there was only a steep bare mountain wall almost at a right angle.

How does this go up?

Gu Xuecun sat at the small stone table by the pond and thought for a long time, thinking that either there is a phantom formation here, or the front mountain, but he has no cultivation base at all, so it is difficult to test it.

Ever since Lu Jueling vomited blood after entering meditation that day, Gu Xuecun was so frightened that his consciousness returned to his body. Every time Gu Xuecun tried again, he always felt restless and woke up halfway, so he hadn't made any progress in his cultivation for half a month.

He knew it was due to his state of mind, and he couldn't be in a hurry, so he could only try it every day if it didn't work.

Thinking of this at this time, I couldn't help thinking of entering meditation again and trying to build a foundation.

Do as soon as you think of it, Gu Xuecun immediately breathed out and let go of distracting thoughts.

As soon as he entered the samadhi, the Feng Lingyuan in the mountain behind Tianjue Peak stirred slightly as if inspired, and Gu Xuecun felt that the spiritual energy entered the meridians from Baihui and began to flow in his body.

He let go of his body and mind, allowing his spiritual consciousness to wash away with the aura unconsciously in his body, and then left his body from Baihui unconsciously, and floated to the sky with the wind spirit element in the air.

This time, Gu Xuecun gave up "seeing" anything, he just regarded himself as a ray of wind, chasing and playing with the wind, floating freely between heaven and earth.

He brushed the feathers of the birds fluttering high in the sky, and every tile on the top of the high tower of the Zixiao Sect's Lecture Pavilion. Finally, he flew up to the sky and traveled thousands of miles in the sea of ​​clouds just like that day. between.

The feeling of becoming a part of the world finally reappeared.

When the consciousness returned to the body, Gu Xuecun looked inside the Dantian Zifu.

The foundation has been built.

This long-lost feeling of filling the dantian and slowly flowing along the meridians is really wonderful, even more wonderful than before.

The mutated single spiritual root is so unique, the real essence in his dantian has almost no impurities, pure and rich.

Although he rebuilt after loosening the alchemy, if he said it at the speed of half a month to build the foundation, I am afraid that it would scare many people to death.

Clasping palms together slightly, a gust of wind stirred.

The long-lost power.

After being happy for a while, he thought of the peak of Tianjue Peak, where he was scratching his heart and liver.

Attaching a layer of shallow spiritual power to the eyes, Gu Xuecun looked intently again, and sure enough, the surrounding scenery was quite different.

The small pond, which was originally ordinary, now seemed to be a whirlpool of spiritual energy. He understood it, and without hesitation, he lifted his foot and walked directly into the pond.

Sure enough, there was no trace of wetness in the pant legs, shoes and socks, but the scene in front of my eyes changed suddenly.

Where there is still the shadow of the pond, a narrow mountain road leans on the cliff, winding upwards in twists and turns.

Gu Xuecun was overjoyed, and secretly said, it seems that this is the place.

While gnawing on the remaining half of the steamed bun, he stepped up the mountain path, and after about half a stick of incense, he finally saw a small cave appear at the end of the mountain path.

The sense of adventure in Gu Xuecun's heart is getting stronger and stronger, and she can't wait to see what Lu Jueling is hiding here.

He took three steps and made two steps, and walked quickly into the cave.

——However, there was nothing.

The cave is very wide and the rock walls are dry.Although the light is not good and it is a bit dark, it is really empty and there is nothing there.

There is only one futon on a small stone platform in the middle of the cave.

The thoughts in Gu Xuecun's mind turned a thousand times, and finally condensed into a little embarrassment and anger.

Did Lu Jueling guess that he would not be able to hold back, so he deliberately played tricks on him?

Gu Xuecun was feeling like an idiot when he suddenly noticed a small, dark thing on the ground next to the futon.

Gu Xuecun let out a "huh" and stepped forward, only to find that it was a small rock.

Although the stone is not big, it looks heavy in texture. The surface is black and smooth without any wrinkles. I don't know if it is Gu Xuecun's illusion. I always feel that there seem to be some dark red lines inside it.

Gu Xuecun stuffed the remaining half of the steamed bun into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, looked at the stone for a while, and finally decided not to act rashly.

The stone inexplicably made him feel a little uneasy. Although Gu Xuecun was very playful, he had practiced Taoism for a hundred years, and he had already developed an almost instinctive vigilance towards danger.

However, he couldn't help but didn't want to act rashly, and just about to look away from the stone, he suddenly felt as if his spiritual consciousness was attracted by it.

Gu Xuecun was startled suddenly, as if he found that his body was out of control, he walked slowly towards the stone.

He desperately tried to control himself, but in vain, his body seemed to be bewitched, completely out of control, his left hand slowly reached out, and touched the black stone.

It felt smooth and even to the touch, but Gu Xuecun's Sea of ​​Consciousness seemed to have been hit hard. His mind was shocked, and before he could react, he was pulled into it by the black stone.

When I opened my eyes again, the foreground was very different.

The fragrance of flowers is floating around the body, and the warm wind is blowing slowly.

Here is a garden.

In the garden, more than a dozen young disciples from different sects were chatting about something, so listen carefully, as "Chunhua Palace" and "Kunyuan Secret Realm" were mentioned from time to time.

Of course, Gu Xuecun is very familiar with this place - the back mountain of Chunhua Palace, the entrance to the Kunyuan Secret Realm.

It's a long story.

A hundred years ago, the lord of Chunhua Palace was also Gu Xuecun's biological mother, Gu Qingrang.

At that time, she was still one of the few Mahayana monks in the world of cultivating immortals. She was only one step away from crossing the catastrophe, and she had already become a half-step true immortal.

Gu Qingrang not only has outstanding talent and outstanding cultivation, but also has the spirit of helping the world and cares about the younger generation disciples very much.He opened up a small secret realm of heaven and earth with a Tongtian Lingbao, and proposed with the other four sects that every ten years, some of the disciples of the younger generation should be selected to experience it, and he himself personally captured a lot of little monsters and little devils, and prepared all kinds of monsters. Throw in the low-level magic weapon.

Although some eminent monks don't like these things, they are very suitable for young disciples who are just fledgling.

Gu Qingrang's behavior of the Holy Mother, of course, won unanimous praise from other major sects and families.Over time, the other four sects also began to assist Chunhua Palace in operating the Kunyuan Secret Realm, and the Kunyuan Secret Realm trial also logically became the first test stone for the junior disciples on their long journey.

Gu Xuecun finally saw it, he seemed to be in someone else's memory now.

He tried to drive this body, but found that he couldn't control it.

Although he couldn't control it, he was able to leave this person's body, but he seemed to be tied by something, and he couldn't walk very far, only a few feet.

But this does not prevent Gu Xuecun from floating into the air to see whose memory it is.

He was formless and stateless at this moment, just a ray of consciousness, and he flew into the air in a short while, looking down...

——What a handsome man, Ru Mo's black clothes make his skin as cold and white as jade, his figure is tall and straight, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, although he has a handsome face that can almost be called soul-stirring, but he has a bit of a smile on his face Light and noble.

The young man in Xuanyi was carrying a jet-black wooden long sword on his back. He raised his eyebrows lightly and stood quietly among the crowd, like an isolated island that refused to communicate with the outside world.

When this face was first seen 100 years ago, the surprise it brought to Gu Xuecun has not diminished even today.

He still couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

——Lu Jue Ling is truly stunning.

The author has something to say: finally wrote here!I want sugar!