World of Cultivation - Chapter 47

[Chapter 47 Brother Xu Yi]

When he woke up, Zuo Mo couldn’t open his eyes a little.

He moaned comfortably, and the faint soreness made him feel unspeakably relaxed, and he wanted to continue sleeping. After struggling for a moment, he decided. At the foundation building, there is basically no need for sleep, but in addition to restoring physical strength, sleep is the most important thing to rest the spirit.

In the sunlight, when he stretched out, his bones crackled like fried beans, Zuo Mo was startled. I quickly touched my whole body and found no problems, so I felt a little relieved.

Every time he made a breakthrough, he felt confused and had no idea what was going on. Like “Little Cloud Rain Art” breaking through the fourth layer, “Refining God of Fetal Breath” breaking through one breath, all are like this, and this time he is no exception. In addition to this crisp sound, and the increase in cultivation, he has not yet discovered other benefits brought by foundation building.

He was too greedy, Zuo Mo laughed at himself, the increase in his cultivation had already benefited him immensely.

After walking out of the house, Zuo Mo, who survived the catastrophe, felt more and more that the warm sunshine was precious. Even the dead bird on the roof, in his eyes, was not as abominable as it was yesterday.

An Ran stood still, and suddenly took a deep breath, her bluff fingers suddenly flicked, shaking a phantom. His expression was focused, his fingers seemed to come alive, and the speed was unparalleled, and the complicated changes were dazzling. Since he studied “Grass and Trees Jue”, this jutsu, which emphasizes fingering, has almost become one of the jutsus he practices the most.

As for the use of spiritual power, there were actually not many tricks to practice during the qi-refining stage, and something like “Little Cloud Rain Tactic” was almost practiced by Zuo Mo to the limit that he could reach during the qi-refining stage. As for the use of divine sense, he didn’t even have a few words to guide him, and he couldn’t even touch the threshold. The only thing that can take time and he also finds useful is fingering, so the “Grass and Trees Art” that emphasizes fingering is also his only choice.

The increase of the cultivation base does not have a significant gain in the improvement of fingering, which also makes Zuo Mo deeply vigilant. Foundation building is only the first level of cultivation, and the difficulties and dangers behind the road can only be understood by trying it out for yourself.

His goal has long been not to earn spar and to live.

If you want to find the answer, you must chase strength. Even the master Jindan period cultivator is so jealous when he talks about the guy who changed his face and wiped his knowledge, how strong the opponent’s strength should be! In other words, at least he needs to surpass his master’s strength.

The master is Jindan period…

Zuo Mo took a deep breath, raised his expressionless face, and clenched his hands that were hanging by his side.

A very distant, hopelessly distant goal. There are countless cultivators, how many people can achieve Jindan? If nothing else, the only second-generation disciple of the entire sect who has the most hope of achieving the Golden Core is Senior Brother Wei Sheng. What about yourself? A guy who is only slightly talented in the five elements…

If he became a powerful Lingzhi husband, Zuo Mo did not doubt whether he could do it. But to form a golden pill, his most optimistic estimate is only one ten thousandth of the hope.

From the moment he knew that he had been changed, he kept asking himself, is it worth pursuing such a vague and unattainable goal? Now that he has become a spiritual husband, his life will only get better and better. If he becomes a partner with someone, his descendants will be able to live well in the future. Like this, is it worth betting on life, betting on life, to pursue that goal with little hope of victory?

Whenever he started to waver, he would think of the dream that kept appearing, the constant repetition of “don’t even forget death”. Every time he asks himself, is there something that can’t be forgotten even in death?

he does not know.

He is a cowardly person. In order to live, he can laugh with him and bend over. But……

He wanted to know.

The change in his state of mind caused a drastic change in his attitude towards cultivation. He is harder and harder, he knows how low his starting point is, and he also knows that his talent is not good, but he also knows that he has his own advantages.

Pu, although he cursed this damn perverted shemale countless times in his heart, Zuo Mo still needed to thank him. Without Pu Yao, he couldn’t even see a shred of sunlight. For this ray of sunshine, even if he paid something for it, he would be willing.

This time, he suffered a lot in establishing the foundation, but for some reason, his mentality became more peaceful and his thoughts became clearer. Ling Zhifu can greatly improve his status in the sect, but Ling Zhifu is obviously unable to achieve his goals. In this regard, it is more worthwhile to rely on sword tactics. In the future, Ling Zhifu is only an important means to help himself earn spar, not the main development direction.

There are many ways to improve combat power, but among the many cultivators, the strongest combat power is sword cultivator. What’s more, since he is in a sword cultivating sect, he naturally can’t be far away. Although I don’t have much talent for swordsmanship, I just need to work harder.

When he thought of cultivating swords, he thought that after reaching the foundation, he could sacrifice flying swords. But he soon got into trouble, he didn’t have the magic formula to make flying swords.

In Hengfang Courtyard, Shi Fengrong saw Zuo Mo and showed a slight look of surprise, but then returned to normal: “After building the foundation, don’t slack off, go to the classics room, there are some jade slips in it for you to read. Next time I come out, I will personally assess it. If you are lazy, you will definitely be punished severely.” The last four words have turned into a fierce expression.

Zuo Mo was so scolded by the master that he couldn’t lift his head, only Wei Wei, he shouted bad luck in his heart, it seemed that he hit the muzzle of the master’s gun, and he couldn’t help but wonder who the master was offended.

When the master’s anger subsided a little, he cautiously said, “Master, this disciple wants to ask for a method for sacrificing flying swords.”

“Sacrificing and refining flying swords?” Shi Fengrong couldn’t help frowning, and said a little displeased: “Your focus should be on Lingzhi and alchemy, don’t be greedy, you can’t chew too much, you still don’t understand?”

When Zuo Mo heard this, he secretly complained, knowing that he couldn’t find any good tricks, so he could only ask: “Disciple understands, it’s just that our Wukong Jianmen is a sect of sword cultivation. Going out, wouldn’t you lose your face?”

“Yes.” When Shi Fengrong heard it, she felt reasonable: “Go to your senior brother Xu Yi, and find any department to practice. Don’t spend too much energy.”

“Yes.” Zuo Mo responded obediently.

“Go.” Shi Fengrong unceremoniously expelled the guests. What happened to Bai Rixing yesterday made her feel extremely bad. She has also heard some rumors about Bai Rixingxian, all kinds of strange, everything, but one thing is surprisingly consistent, that is, it is not a good thing. If this kind of thing happened in other realms, she could watch the fun, but if it happened in Tianyue Realm, she couldn’t feel better. Especially when she saw the worry in the eyes of Senior Sect Master, she felt even worse.

She knows Senior Sect Master very well, Senior Sect Master never panics, this time even he is worried, the situation is probably worse than she imagined!

If you let my aunt know who is doing the trick, hum! Her eyes were full of murderous intent, and Xu Qing, who was beside her, was terrified.

Zuo Mo felt tightness in his chest until he left Hengfangyuan. He also knew that the master was for his own good, but he couldn’t tell the master for his own reasons. It seemed that he thought things were too simple, Zuo Mo smiled bitterly in his heart. He originally thought that if he made a greater contribution to the sect, the sect would naturally improve his treatment, and he should not worry about the law and the like. Now I know that I take it for granted, my treatment will naturally improve, but the treatment is also divided into many aspects. Like the magic formula, it is the core thing of a sect, how can it be easily given to people?

Right now, he can only hope that Senior Brother Wei Sheng will teach him two hands after coming out of the sword hole.

He still decided to go to Senior Brother Xu Yi’s place. He couldn’t ask for a good trick, so he asked for the next best thing, and he wanted it too. Sword tactics and the like, he is blank, learn more about something, and lay a solid foundation.

Hmph, the martial art doesn’t give it, it’s a big deal to buy it yourself.

As long as enough spar is smashed out, you can naturally buy a good sword art.

Brother Lingzhifu, is he someone who lacks spar? He completely forgot his last spar, and was squeezed by Pu Yao.

In the sea of knowledge, the sea of fire hunts, if Zuo Mo comes in, he will definitely be shocked. Those crimson flames that danced wildly before have grown taller now. The temperature of the glacier seems to have dropped again, but the biggest change is the star in the void.

Bright as a diamond, dazzling brilliance.

On the tombstone shrouded in black clouds, Pu Yao lazily supported his flawless chin with one hand, and rubbed a pile of powder with the other hand, muttering to himself: “The spar is used up again, hey, this guy is really a waste. , even getting a spar is so deadly.”

Facing the air, he said to himself: “I knew it earlier, I’d do it myself. Now it’s alright, you’ve made things bigger, and there are so many powerful guys out there. You’re going to cause me trouble even if you die, really Death doesn’t change.”

White powder leaked from between his fingers.

A lonely demon sat on the tombstone and sighed leisurely: “The landlord’s house has no surplus food!”

Wen Daotang, Xu Yi was a little surprised when he saw Zuo Mo, but he quickly regained his composure and said with a smile, “It’s rare for junior brother to come here, come and sit.”

Zuo Mo looked at Senior Brother Xu Yi in front of him. He used to be someone he admired very much when he was a disciple of the outer sect. He didn’t expect that he would be on an equal footing with him now. The things in life are really changing, and he couldn’t help feeling a little emotional in his heart.

“Zuo Mo would like to thank Senior Brother for his guidance in the past.” He bowed earnestly.

Xu Yi was stunned for a moment, and quickly pulled up Zuo Mo: “Junior brother, don’t be too polite, that’s just my duty.”

The conversation between the two made each other feel a lot more cordial.

“It’s rare for junior brother to come, try my tea.” Xu Yi turned his hand lightly, and in front of him there was a set of tea sets, a yellow bamboo tea tray, carved with two cloud ears, simple and simple, and a set of purple clay pots and cups placed on it. . The light on the purple clay pot is looming, obviously engraved with the formation. The seven small cups are like a seven-star fight.

Xu Yi took out a jade box, and when he opened it, Zuo Mo could only feel the fragrant smell, and saw a small half-ling tea inside. Ling tea is as green as jade, all with one branch and three leaves, delicate and beautiful.

“This is scented tea.” Xu Yi introduced: “It was made by the Qingteng Shixiang Pavilion, but I took a lot of effort to buy it.” Immediately, Zhan Yan smiled and said, “I don’t have any other hobbies, but I like this one.”

Senior Brother Xu Yi’s expression was focused, and he began to wash pots and cups skillfully. Where has Zuo Mo seen these? He widened his eyes, not blinking.

I saw that Senior Brother Xu Yi first took a small amount of tea leaves into a purple clay pot, poured in cold spring water, and then gently twisted the index finger and thumb of his right hand, and a red flame floated in front of him. Senior brother’s slender and fair fingers moved extremely softly, and I saw him gently put the red flame into the purple clay pot.

Sizzle!

In the purple sand pot, countless small water droplets exploded, and the spring water in the pot turned into a green mist, but it did not overflow at all. Brother Xu Yi quickly picked up the teapot, and a green tea soup rushed into the teacup.

In the teacup, the tea soup is green and attractive, and a fragrance that is completely different from the previous one rises.

“Drink it quickly, it won’t work well if it’s cold.” Senior Brother Xu Yi looked solemn, he picked up a glass and put it to his mouth.

Following his brother’s example, Zuo Mo also picked up a cup. He took a sip from his brother who looked intoxicated and tasted slowly and carefully!

boom!

I can’t describe the moment when the tea soup touches my tongue. It was as if countless flavors burst in his mouth, and almost at the same time, Zuo Mo’s tears and snot flowed out.

Seeing Zuo Mo’s embarrassed appearance, Xu Yi almost choked on a sip of tea, and then smiled.

Zuo Mo couldn’t care about his senior brother’s teasing. All his energy was reminiscent of this wonderful feeling. A coolness spread into the limbs of the whole body, and the whole body was indescribably light, and all the pores stretched out, making people want to groan.

“This tea soup is rich in spiritual energy. You have just established a foundation. This will help you stabilize your realm.” Xu Yi reminded.

Hearing this, Zuo Mo quickly poured the rest of the tea soup into his mouth and sat down with his knees crossed.

Seeing Zuo Mo’s cow drink, Senior Brother Xu Yi shook his head, as if he was quite dissatisfied with Zuo Mo’s waste of good things.

Zuo Mo woke up from the meditation, only to feel refreshed, indescribably comfortable. No nonsense, he bowed his hands to Senior Brother Xu Yi: “Thank you Senior Brother.”

Xu Yi waved his hand: “I’m just inviting junior brother to have a cup of tea. This time junior brother is coming, there must be something wrong.”

Zuo Mo then repeated himself as if he had asked the master to sacrifice and refine the flying sword technique. After listening, Xu Yi nodded: “I understand, but I didn’t expect my younger brother to win the jade medal, and he was still determined to cultivate the sword.”

“I’m just playing around.” Zuo Mo said quickly. After being hit so hard by the master, he felt that it was better not to talk nonsense.

“Hehe, it’s not a shameful thing for a man to be interested in swords. It’s not a joy to use swords to conquer demons and eliminate demons! Hehe, my brother was the same back then, but later he found that his talent was mediocre and he was hard to achieve, so he transferred to practice. Weapon.” Xu Yi first laughed at himself, and then seriously said: “Since the junior brother is interested in swords, the senior brother has stayed in the door for a longer time, but he knows a little bit and can chat with the junior brother.”

Zuo Mo couldn’t help laughing bitterly when he heard the words “subduing the demon and eliminating the demon”. Thinking about that perverted shemale, he probably had a much higher chance of being subdued and exterminated.

But he still said seriously, “Senior Brother Lao.”