"Squeak..."

In the distance, Bai Yiyuan screamed, trying his best to stabilize the two buckets. It's just that he walks with a limp, not very parallel. The flat shoulder was very stable, and Bai Yiyuan didn't feel the weight.

But the two iron hooks, the hanging bucket, kept shaking, and the water in the bucket swayed into patches and was thrown out of the bucket.

"Squeak!"

Bai Yiyuan seemed to be very annoyed and anxious, he really wanted to return to the Taoist temple as quickly as possible, so the faster he walked, the more the bucket swayed...

Finally, when the two buckets came to the gate, the water no longer swayed out of the buckets. Bai Yiyuan was overjoyed, as if he had won a battle.

But Zhang Daoran, who was in front of the gate, shook his head helplessly.

There was not much water in the two buckets. It's because there aren't many, so when it swayes, no water will spill out.

The last remaining water of the two buckets, taken together, is not a tenth of the bucket ...

Bai Yiyuan ran into the kitchen very quickly, lifted the bucket, and poured water into the tank. Although there is not much water, it is also a harvest, Bai Yiyuan shouted excitedly: "Squeak..."

The water in the bucket was poured into the water tank, and the water in the water tank, which was already rich and almost liquefied, instantly merged into Bai Yiyuan and poured into the water tank, but it was only two or three bowls of water.

The white fog, in an instant, all melted into the water, as if it had found the source.

The originally clear water gradually evolved into a milky white color... A burst of fragrance wafts out, and people can't help but want to take a few sips. Bai Yiyuan hurriedly took a bowl and carefully scooped a sip of water, he was clever, and he didn't directly scoop a big bowl, but just scooped a small bite.

"Whew..."

When this sip of water was drunk into his mouth, Bai Yiyuan's face turned red, and his white hair became blood-red.

"Squeak..."

Bai Yiyuan staggered as if he was drunk.

"Smack..."

The bowl in his hand fell to the ground and shattered in an instant.

"Haha..."

Bai Yiyuan kept puffing out of his mouth, his hands kept swaying, and he fanned the wind around his mouth.

"Squeak..."

In Bai Yiyuan's body, the aura was rampant, constantly impacting the meridians.

"Poof..."

Bai Yiyuan hurriedly sat cross-legged and began to run the exercises, and the kitchen was quiet again.

In the courtyard, Zhang Daoran didn't care about this, he just shook his head: "Fortunately, you are very smart, and you didn't drink a bowl directly... This formation is constantly absorbing the aura, a tank of water, the aura contained in it is the sum of all the aura within a radius of ten miles... When the tank is full, you can only drink a maximum of three bowls a day..."

Bai Yiyuan's cultivation is just a few hours past.

In the blink of an eye, in the afternoon, Bai Yiyuan opened his eyes.

"Squeak..."

This time of cultivation, the harvest was great, and Bai Yiyuan felt that the aura in his body had increased a lot. Standing up, curiously circling around the water tank a few times, Bai Yiyuan looked left and right.

"Don't look at it, the sun is about to set, otherwise you won't have to eat dinner..."

Zhang Daoran has naturally opened up the valley, and it is naturally nothing if he doesn't eat or drink. Bai Yiyuan has just entered the Dao, even though after the cultivation just now, the Yin God Realm and the Human Soul Realm have advanced a lot, but he has not yet opened the valley, so he naturally needs to eat every day...

"Squeak..."

Bai Yiyuan was startled, and then remembered his task.

Hurriedly poured the water from the bucket on the ground into the tank, picked up the flat pole and ran out.

When he saw Zhang Daoran in the courtyard, Bai Yiyuan proudly showed off his cultivation realm, the meaning was obvious, I was not lazy, but I got the opportunity, didn't I see that my cultivation had increased a lot?

Looking at Bai Yiyuan in the distance, Zhang Daoran shook his head helplessly, this Bai Yiyuan is really a living treasure.

Now that he has opened his mind and entered the realm of Taoism, Bai Yiyuan is much stronger in wisdom than the old wolf and other heterogeneous cultivators who have just entered the Dao, and it is already equivalent to the thinking of a six- or seven-year-old child...

There is no electricity in this world, the sun is gradually setting, and darkness invades the whole world.

Zhang Daoran waved his hand, and some night pearls, exuding bright light, were inlaid on the walls, or on the beams in the room. These night pearls are not simply night pearls, but the light emitted by burning the formation.

Zhang Daoran held the Taoist scripture in his hand and sat on the stone pier to read.

Bai Yiyuan carried the water again and again, never tired of it, and before he knew it, it was midnight.

"One source..."

Looking at Bai Yiyuan, who was carrying a bucket and was about to go out again, Zhang Daoran stopped Bai Yiyuan: "The time has come, let's start cultivating..."

Saying that, Zhang Daoran looked into the distance: "Bai Yiyuan is a famous disciple of the Poor Dao, Qingsongguan has been renamed Sanqingguan, a radius of 100 miles, those who dare to enter without permission, cut your cultivation and fight back to the original form..."

The sound is like a mosquito, fluttering, this is the sound of the original spirit, only the cultivator can sense it.

In the distance, a few yin winds disappeared in an instant.

Bai Yiyuan's cultivation was insufficient, and he didn't find out that he had been targeted by several heterogeneous cultivators at the peak realm of the Yin God...

Only then did Bai Yiyuan know that if he went out just now, he would inevitably be in danger.

Obediently sat cross-legged opposite Zhang Daoran and began to practice every day.

At midnight, the sun is rising and purple qi is coming from the east, which is the most suitable time of the day for cultivation. When absorbing the purple qi from the east, Zhang Daoran and Bai Yiyuan both opened their eyes.

Zhang Daoran's expression was indifferent, but Bai Yiyuan was a little excited.

He didn't eat last night, and whenever he was hungry and thirsty, he drank the water in the tank. Not only is the exhaustion of the body dispelled, but also the cultivation can be increased.

In just one day's effort, Bai Yiyuan felt that his cultivation had shortened a lot from the human soul realm to the time it took to break through the earth soul realm.

Zhang Daoran also ignored him, thinking that why the people on the island in the middle of the lake, as well as the different cultivators, cultivated so quickly and entered the realm, it was related to the fact that there was aura water in every Taoist temple.

What's more, in this world, the water in this tank is more rich in aura than when it was on the island in the middle of the lake.

Zhang Daoran made breakfast, a very simple pickle steamed bun, and a bowl of millet porridge.

Steamed bread and pickles are very ordinary, but this millet porridge uses the water of spiritual energy. How huge is the energy contained in this bowl of millet porridge?

Just drank millet porridge, Zhang Daoran didn't need to run the exercises, this aura had already been integrated into himself. And Bai Yiyuan, sitting cross-legged again, began to refine a stream of aura.

It wasn't until the sun was up and in the middle of the day that Bai Yiyuan woke up.

The light in his eyes flashed, Bai Yiyuan's face was full of joy, and he cultivated to the realm, and he made progress again!

Just about to pick up the flat shoulder and carry the bucket to carry the water, Bai Yiyuan can be regarded as having tasted the sweetness, and naturally actively tried to carry the water, but was stopped by Zhang Daoran.

"The matter of carrying water, put it aside for the time being..."

Zhang Daoran frowned slightly and looked into the distance. I saw the sky in the distance, and a few red air currents directly passed through the formation and merged into the Sanqing Temple.

Zhang Daoran retracted his gaze and sat cross-legged again: "You stay here quietly, someone will come later, you go to greet you... Remember, don't mess around..."

Bai Yiyuan scratched his cheeks, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Zhang Daoran sighed faintly: "Where the cultivation is, there must be something to ask for... The poor road is cultivating here, and you saved Sun Laohan yesterday, so that the name of the poor road and the three clear views can be regarded as spreading, so that the residents of this area naturally have something to ask for and come here......"