i am a tree

Mu Yi lost all her efforts, but after all she still lost a little.

For several days in a row, I plunged into the astrolabe, absorbing the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth to nourish my consciousness and spiritual body, until I felt as full of vigor and vitality as the surrounding luxuriant trees, and finally woke up.

A thick wisteria took root from the side of the oak tree, entangled with this tall oak tree, and the wisteria flowers bloomed all over the branches. It was the season of falling flowers. When a gust of wind blew, the oak tree shook violently and fluttered. Suddenly, I heard the sound of petals falling, and the whole ground was covered with a thick layer.

Mu Yi sat cross-legged under the oak tree and didn't move for days and nights, as if he was buried in the falling flowers.

He opened his eyes, took the jade slip over, and silently recited the Hua Yuanjue again.

The Huayuan Jing is divided into nine levels, and each level is divided into three levels. Logically speaking, it can be practiced until the Mahayana period. It is a rather complicated and systematic exercise.

The first three levels were for laying the foundation, and Mu Yi had only lost a small part of his cultivation, so he took advantage of these three levels.

Although the cultivation level of spiritual cultivation has its own unique features, it is generally similar to human cultivation and demon cultivation. According to the method of dividing human cultivation into one, one, two, and two stages, Mu Yi has already reached the period of excitement. There is only one step away from the period of spiritual silence.

This heart-beating period is the first dangerous stage of cultivation, where there are many demons, and the little things encountered in the past life will be replayed continuously, disturbing the calm mood of the monks, arousing their emotions and desires, and finally, the demons enter the body, Either fall immediately, or step into the magic way.

Mu Yi is a spiritual cultivator who is naturally born with the aura of heaven and earth. It stands to reason that spiritual cultivation has at least the seven emotions and six desires, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as Gujing Wubo.

However, Mu Yi felt extremely restless these past few days.

The obsession in my heart is like a demonic obstacle, lingering and lingering.

Mu Yi spread out her hands, under the sun, her fingers were slender and strong, exuding a jade-like luster, this spiritual body is actually more solid than before.

With a wave of his hand, layers of fallen flowers flew up on the ground on his body, and the jade basin leaning against his feet was exposed.

He stretched out his hand and picked up a petal that had fallen in the black and oily soil, with a little dampness that hadn't gone away from the morning.

Mu Yi's hand stopped in mid-air.

He wanted to scrape away the thin soil covering the small tree, and hold the remnants of the small tree tightly in his palm.

There was a gap in his heart and he needed something to fill it.

Mu Yi's fingertips trembled, and her long hair moved automatically without wind.

That half of the withered face was distorted in pain, while the extremely delicate half of the face was as calm as the surface of water without waves, only the eyes showed a hint of madness.

After a long time, Mu Yi withdrew his hand and slowly clenched it into a fist.

A few drops of blood splashed into the jade basin along his hand.

Disappeared in this black soil.

Just when he was fighting between heaven and man, there was a knock on the door, Mu Yi swept over with his spiritual sense, but it was the old shopkeeper.

He waved his hand and lifted the restraint, and the old shopkeeper walked over with a smile on his face, "Senior Mu, why haven't I seen you go to the store these days, I'm afraid you have something to do, so come over and see if I can help you Be busy."

Mu Yi hadn't completely freed herself from the pain of the demon's invasion, so she just gave the old shopkeeper a casual look.

The old shopkeeper who was old and mature at that time was immediately frightened by the eyes that seemed to look at a dead thing, and took a step back. He secretly cursed himself for seeing money eyes open, and he could not even care about his life. He wiped the sweat on his face, She was eloquent at first, but she also became mumbled and didn't know what to say. She was afraid that an accident would make Mu Yi feel murderous.

Speaking of it, he was careless. After being in touch for so long, Mu Yi has always been calm and calm, and he is easy to coax and deceive, so he is really a little contemptuous. Only now did he really feel this fierce and oppressive expression. The momentum is definitely not something that ordinary monks can emit, he is the one who missed it.

Just think about getting out safely.

Mu Yi gently put the jade basin in his hand on the ground, "You want the spirit gathering pill."

One word pierced the old shopkeeper's mind, and the old shopkeeper nodded obediently.

Mu Yi looked at the spot of dirt on her finger, "I have something to do these few days, you go, sometimes I will naturally go to the store."

The old shopkeeper was relieved, only to realize that his clothes were soaked in sweat. He murmured in his heart that he would never dare to urge him again next time.

Mu Yi watched the somewhat hunched figure of the old shopkeeper disappear into the yard.

He was standing under the oak tree, a string of dark purple vine flowers gently resting on his shoulders, and a few petals fell on his black hair.

In a flash, it was another day and night.

This Yunfeng Town is neither big nor small. The two main roads in the shape of a cross are about ten miles long. There are many houses and the buildings are all log buildings of the same color.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that you could see such a bustling town in the midst of these mountains.

Only a small half of the residents in this town are monks, and the rest are ordinary people. Most of them are the descendants of the successive generations of Sanshengmen who have survived for thousands of years.

Human beings with cultivation qualifications are chosen one in a hundred thousand. Although the probability of becoming a spiritual or demon cultivator is much higher than that of starting a plant, but because of such a low probability, even the descendants of two monks, most of them Also just normal people.

The lifespan of a monk can be hundreds or thousands of years, but the offspring will become a handful of bones within a hundred years. It is not necessarily a great tragedy for a white-haired person to give a black-haired person.

They are reluctant to part with their own flesh and blood, but it is unbearable to watch them grow old day by day, so they built such a small town at the foot of the mountain so that they can take care of them nearby. As time goes by, the population increases , the size of this town is getting bigger and bigger.

I don't know when, this Yunfeng town actually came to many monks from outside and opened many shops, which greatly facilitated the disciples of Sanshengmen.

On this day, Mu Yi felt that she had finally calmed down a bit, so she went out and rushed to the elixir shop of the old shopkeeper.

When I entered, I realized that something was wrong.

I only saw two groups of people confronting each other with swords drawn, the old shopkeeper fell to the ground, already unconscious, and those little guys had already scattered like birds and beasts.

It can be seen that their clothes are all disciples of the Three Sages, but there are subtle differences.

The group with a larger number of people relied on their numbers, and some of them whispered to each other while sneering, as if they didn't pay attention to each other at all, which made the group with a smaller number even more furious. It's about to start a fight.

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The people in this room saw a stranger like Mu Yi rushing in recklessly, and immediately looked over.

As members of the Sansheng Sect, these people have a little respect for the elders of the Master Sect. In this Yunfeng Town, there are a group of bully kings. Mysterious, shady, and most importantly, that defiant attitude makes people feel uncomfortable for no reason.

These three disciples of the Sanshengmen were all young and energetic, and they wanted to pick something out when they had nothing to do. At this moment, they were all a little eager to give this man a lesson.

It's just that you have to solve the troubles on the opposite side first.

Of course Mu Yi doesn't understand the twists and turns.

Both plants and animals face a common problem, that is how to survive, and there is naturally fierce competition among them.

But the competition between plants is actually to fight for the opportunity and space of survival with their own instincts and talents, instead of fighting each other to the death like animals.

The competition among plants is bloodless and fierce. Most of the time, they are bystanders, standing silently aside.

At this moment, Mu Yi has not yet left the habitual thinking of plants.

He felt that the struggle of the group before him had nothing to do with him.

So, he walked up to the old shopkeeper, squatted down, and slowly poured in a wave of spiritual energy. The old shopkeeper woke up moaning in pain, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Mu Yi, who was about to fight behind him. The Sanshengmen disciple's already pale face immediately turned deathly gray. He was heartbroken and frightened, and when he rolled his eyes, he was about to faint again.

This - Mu Yi felt a little helpless for a moment.

He came to this shop only to hand over the refined Juling Pill to the old shopkeeper. Now, in this situation, something that was originally quite simple has suddenly become complicated.

The two groups of people behind have already started fighting.

For a moment, the impact of the spell made the whole shop creak and crumble.

Mu Yi shook his head, and decided to avoid it, so as not to hurt the fish in the pond.

He just walked to the door, when a member of the Sanshengmen who was watching the battlefield without doing anything stopped him, "Want to leave? Pass the young master's pass." He was a handsome young man with a slightly cunning appearance.

Mu Yi was stunned.

Sometimes, he really doesn't know what these monks are thinking, and they can shoot casually to hurt people not for survival or other interests.

He once posed this question to the old beggar.

The old beggar scratched his head and went back to his usual madness. He had encountered too many of these things. Those who chased him in the streets and alleys, those who punched, kicked, and spat at him, if he really did something bad ?Of course not, the only reason is that it obstructs their eyes.

In the end, he told Mu Yi that there are some people in this world who are selfish and vicious by nature, and have endless desires, that's why they do these things.

When you meet this kind of people, if you can't beat them, run away, if you can't beat them, beat them hard, and they will become cartilage worms, and they will be obedient to you.

Mu Yi always felt that the old beggar's words were very reasonable, pungent and sharp, like a butcher's knife.

He had always listened to the old beggar very much, so he acted mercilessly.

The group of disciples of the Three Sacred Sects in front of him, the ones with the highest cultivation base are only in the late stage of consecration, and they are far from his opponents.

It's just that Mu Yi seldom fights with others, at the beginning, he was a little flustered when he saw the endless tricks in the hands of the three disciples.

But soon Mu Yi discovered that these tricks looked complicated, but the actual effect was very poor.

Even if he stood there motionless, it could not pose a threat to him.

That's why Mu Yi became interested, wanting to see what tricks these Sansheng sect disciples hadn't used to make him open his eyes.

The face of the Sanshengmenmen turned blue and red, the veins on their foreheads were throbbing, and they were sweating profusely.

He is not quite sure about the depth of this man.

Now I feel that I am a mouse teased by the cat, struggling in vain, and it has no effect except to bring some entertainment to the cat.

He had the heart to retreat, but he couldn't get off the tiger for a while, so he could barely hold on.

This person should be the root of the earth spirit, he pinched his fingers, and his body was full of khaki brilliance. He watched the sharp boulders rise up on the ground, and the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy rushed over, and the boulders slowly shattered. It cracked and turned into four clay puppets measuring [-] feet high, staggering and surrounding Mu Yi in the middle.

Mu Yi looked at these stone puppets with interest. They looked tall and tall, but they moved slowly. They were good for defense, but not good for offense.

Originally, wood was able to conquer earth, this sect had no advantage at all, and the difference in cultivation base was too great. Mu Yiyou and the astrolabe were in his hands. As long as he absorbed all the aura of the surrounding world, this earth puppet would naturally fall apart without the support of aura. Collapse, but now even this step is useless.

The stone puppet raised its huge fist and threw it at Mu Yi's body. Mu Yi shook slightly, and the person was already a palm away. With a "bang", the stone puppet smashed into the air, leaving only a hole in the ground.

The faces of the Sanshengmen were ashen, and they threw an ice talisman to freeze Mu Yi in place. How could Mu Yi do what he wanted? With a wave of his hand, an invisible barrier stood in front of him. When the Dao talisman touched it, it exploded with a "pop", forming a layer of frost.

The stone puppet technique lasted only for a while, but because the disciples of the Sanshengmen were too low in cultivation and lacked spiritual energy, they collapsed, and the ground was covered with gravel.

This result was beyond everyone's expectations.

The three disciples of Sanshengmen who were fighting together stopped and looked towards this side.

The doormen who fought with Mu Yi felt ashamed, but they really couldn't fight, and if they continued to fight, they would only bring shame on themselves.

He secretly rejoiced in his heart that the man in front of him didn't know why, but he seemed quite unfamiliar with fighting between monks. Can yell a few words to get back on the stage, and retreat behind the senior brother.

Mu Yi became interested, looking at those Sansheng sect disciples, he wanted them to attack.

But the opponent was hesitating, he couldn't figure out the depth of Mu Yi for a while, if he kicked an iron board, not only would he suffer disaster, but more importantly, if the people in the teacher found out, he would inevitably be punished, and the gain would outweigh the loss.

One of the knowledgeable disciples of Sanshengmen suddenly said loudly, "This person is a spiritual practitioner."

Everyone was in an uproar immediately, seeing that the spiritual body in front of them was stable, and he looked no different from ordinary monks. Could it be that his cultivation has reached the golden core stage?You know, the spiritual body will be so solid unless you have reached the spiritual practice above the golden core stage, which is why they initially regarded Mu Yi as a human cultivator.

There are no more than a hundred disciples in the entire Three Sacred Sect who have reached the golden core stage.

Realizing this, there was an eerie silence in the store.

At this time, a white shadow floated in from outside the door, and only a few "slaps" were heard, and the disciples of the Sanshengmen who made a move, whether they were beating people or being beaten, were all slapped A slap in the face, one by one covered their faces and grinned, but they still lowered their heads and obediently shouted in unison, "Uncle Zi."

It was a young man who came in, dressed in purple, with a pale and thin face, a cold expression, and a slight mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't get out yet." His voice was extremely soft, but he could hear it clearly.

The several doormen immediately bowed and ran out scrambling, as if avoiding some scourge.

"Are you a spiritual practitioner?" The man looked at Mu Yi and asked suddenly.

Mu Yi nodded.

"It's rare to see Lingxiu practice alone to achieve the current level of cultivation. Come with me." Before the words finished, the person had already arrived outside the shop.

The man didn't seem to worry at all whether Mu Yi would follow.

Indeed, Mu Yi followed without even thinking about it. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time.