Mu Jun stood on the top of the peak, looking at the sea of clouds rolling at his feet, and found that he was missing. I want Yunhua Sect, I want Jiuxiao, and I want to visit the secret fruit. The thoughts turn lightly, the coat disperses the camouflage, the wide sleeves of the cloud clothes fly with the wind, and the high meditation is the most suitable for washing the cup and burning the tea.

With a wave of her hand, the tea set that followed Mu Jun through time and space to Beiyue appeared in front of her, she lifted her clothes and sat down cross-legged, concentrating and meditating.

Tea is Mu Jun's favorite cedar of Jiuxiao Cloud Peak, and water is the Snow Spirit Spring of Xiaoding, soup pot, tea, and warm cup...... Like flowing clouds, the golden spiritual mist hovers above the jade cup, slowly evolving the life of a spiritual plant from budding to fruition, spring and autumn reincarnation, returning to the beginning, raising a glass and smelling the fragrance of tea, and the mind is clear.

Taking a sip, the wood spiritual power flowed in the spiritual veins, giving birth to every trace of Mu Jun's flesh and blood, with the previous experience, she knew that today was the best time to start the Great Zhou Tian. The divine consciousness moved slightly, within a radius of three zhang, the spirit planting array was laid out, and the vines were hooked into a formation after only three breaths, and then disappeared into a formation, the wind blew, rolling up a fallen leaf, and a squirrel stood on the branch and hugged his long tail suspiciously, where did the human beings who were still there just go?

This time, Mu Jun did not follow the last method of opening the Great Zhou Tian, and as her cultivation rose, she felt the difference in her body more and more clearly. Maybe it's because of the jade fruit, there are no blood vessels in her body, or the spirit veins are blood vessels, covering every inch of flesh and blood in her body. It's like the capillaries of the human body, and what flows in it is not blood, but wood spiritual power.

There is no obstacle to the passage of spiritual veins, just like a natural spirit body. At first, Mu Jun was still a little uneasy, she didn't know if this would affect her cultivation. Or one day a cultivator chewed her as a spiritual fruit.

When Mu Jun cultivates to restore to the fifth layer. She found that the wood spirit power in her heart began to liquefy into blood. As her cultivation grew, she now cut open her epidermis, and the capillaries were oozing blood. She also noticed that the plants liked her blood, and she tried to drip a drop of blood on a jasmine plant, which had already opened her mind and started to practice when she left. For its safety, Mu Jun moved it to the deep mountains where people rarely traveled. Maybe in a thousand years it will be able to take shape.

Mu Jun has already achieved perfection on the tenth level, but he has never found a chance to start the Great Zhoutian, and today is a good opportunity. Mu Jun's spirit transformed into a seed. infiltrates the bloodstream of the heart. The seed traveled along the blood like a roller coaster, over the mountains and mountains, through the spiritual veins of the whole body, not even letting go of the capillaries, and this journey took a whole day. The speed of the divine soul is originally a thousand miles. You can imagine the length of Mu Jun's spiritual veins. Perhaps she was not traveling through spiritual veins, but her own realm of divine consciousness.

When traveling to Zhongdantian, Xuanbai Youchi excitedly waved the young leaves to hold the seeds, and rubbed the coquettish on the seed shell, but he didn't let go. Mu Jun felt that her divine consciousness had become a toy to sleep with, and she stretched out a divine sense, like stroking a child, and touched Xuanbai Youchi to sleep. Look at the young leaves stretching out in your sleep. From time to time, I smoke the roots, and I can say a little dream talk about the mysterious ghost strain. Mu Jun felt that she seemed to open another mode of the plant kingdom.

When it returned to the heart again, the seed began to pull out the roots, and the roots stretched rapidly along the spiritual veins, and after two days, the roots were covered with the corners of the spiritual veins, and the roots broke through the spiritual veins, grew to three times the size, and lay still in the body, turning into new spiritual veins.

There was movement in the quiet lower dantian, and the wood spirit power rotated in a clockwise direction. At this time, the spiritual power of the peak slowly swam and gathered, attracting the wood spiritual power of the entire mountain range to rush towards the peak.

The wood spirit power at the peak became more and more intense, forming a dark green spirit mist, rotating in the same direction, and finally converging a little, disappearing as if it had been inhaled. The spiritual mist rotated faster and faster in the lower dantian, forming a tornado. A human figure condensed in the center of the wind, and the human figure kept twisting its body, twisting into various wooden characters, from the beginning of the slow speed to the later only one phantom could be seen, a pale golden seed appeared in the sky above the human figure, and the wood spiritual power in the dantian swarmed into the pale golden seed, and the wood spiritual power surrounding the peak was swept away.

Seven days later, Mu Jun opened her eyes, looked at the seed of the dantian inward, and was depressed and difficult to retell, probably only she would in this world: the realm has been formed and cultivated to practice the eleventh layer of qi, how embarrassing is life. I don't know if it's because of the lack of cultivation, there is no thunder tribulation in Yudan. It seems that when the time comes to cultivate to the Yudan, she will be struck by lightning, so wait!

Mu Jun felt that this time Da Zhou Tian was a bit strange, the spiritual veins were the roots, the heart was the basin, and the spiritual power was the soil, but she was planted in the lower dantian, as if her whole person was a piece of land.

The spirit planting array dispersed, Mu Jun lost the interest in drinking tea, the phantom wood turned into a flying sword, carrying her towards the direction of Qiling Divine Mountain, she must step into the cultivation realm as soon as possible, the aura of the mortal world is too thin, and it cannot meet her needs at all.

Three months later, Mu Jun came to the extension of Qiling Sacred Mountain, looking at the endless mountains, from the monk's intuition, she found the right one.

Flying along the mountain range, looking for the contact point of the enchantment, I couldn't find it for nearly half a month. Mu Jun remembered that he was not a creature in the Beiyue Realm after all, although the customs and customs of the mortal world in this realm were not much different from those in the Cloud Realm, but they were not the same leaf after all.

Mu Jun chose a town at the foot of the Qiling Sacred Mountain as a foothold, hiding in the crowd and collecting information about the monks. After staying for five days, she judged from the information gathered from the teahouse that the temple on the hill was spiritual. Mu Jun walked around the temple, the incense was prosperous, the temple was surrounded by Buddha light, and it seemed that there were monks who had attained the Tao.

I looked at the monk closely, and found that he had cultivated relics, his age was one hundred and fifty-three years old, his face seemed to be about forty years old, and he seemed to have a mediocre understanding. ”

"......" Mu Jun remembered that the Great Elder had said that Buddhist cultivation was the most difficult, they were stubborn and old-fashioned, and they were the most favored by the Heavenly Dao. After thinking about it, he showed his true body, and pinched the trick with both hands: "Yunhua Mujun, I have seen a high monk." ”

"The fairy has come from afar, but is there anything that needs the help of the old monk?" The monk opened his eyes, and his eyes were so clean, it seemed that he was not mediocre in understanding, but a monk halfway. I saw through her intentions at a glance, and I didn't say much to get straight to the point, standard Buddhist practice.

"When Xiao Xiu has been looking for the entrance to the cultivation realm for a long time, can the senior monk know?" Mu Jun didn't beat around the bush, anyway, she is ten years old now, and she is only at the second level of Qi cultivation for cultivation, and at first glance she is a monk who wants to go to apprenticeship.

"The old monk once heard that there was an old man on Yuntou Mountain, and he might be able to give the fairy an answer. The monk said, then closed his eyes and turned the Buddha beads.

Mu Jun sketched out the location of Yuntou Mountain in his mind, felt out a small box of tea, and sent it to him with spiritual power, and the phantom wood turned into a cloud and walked away. Half a moment later, the monk opened his eyes, picked up the box, opened it, and looked surprised: the top grade spiritual tea. In the cultivation realm, she can be such a spiritual creature as soon as she makes a move, even the head of Qinghua Sect is not so generous, but why doesn't she know the entrance to the cultivator realm? Thinking of Yuntou Mountain, she sighed in her heart, I hope he can receive a good apprentice this time, and don't be robbed again.

Ten breaths later, Mu Jun arrived at Yuntou Mountain, and after a circle of divine consciousness on the mountain, he saw two people halfway up the mountain. The figure flashed, sitting on a branch, looking at the two people below.

The young man in the red robe, with a bone age of eighteen years, has three layers of qi training. The long black hair is lightly tied at the back of the head with a gold silk ribbon, like brocade along the robe to the buttocks, the long eyebrows on the jade-colored face are neat like a lying knife, the lychee eyes are bright and bright, the nose bridge like a hill, the red lips under the deep and long middle are lightly pursed, looking at the entangled Lao Qiao in front of him, and his tone is calm: "I already have a master, and I can only live up to the wrong love of the masters." ”

"Already apprenticed?" The gray hair was tied up by a black wooden hairpin on the top of his head, he was dressed in a gray robe, and a storage bag hung on the belt of the same color. Mu Jun nodded, it seemed that the senior monk was telling the truth. The old man stomped his feet, and his old face was full of frustration: "I was robbed again...... I was robbed again...... "After that, he sat on the stone on the side of the road, raised his sleeve and wiped his face: "Why is God so thin with me, just want to find an apprentice and pass on my mantle, why is it so difficult?"

The young man in red clasped his hands around his chest and looked at the old man quietly: "That being the case, why did you refuse to apprentice to Junior Brother Fang yesterday." ”

"Uh......" The old man paused, raised his head and blinked, and said pitifully: "That little boy is only a five-spirit root, and it is difficult to build a foundation, how can he pass on my mantle." ”

"Wasn't Brother Zhong the day before yesterday the three spirit roots?"

"Too old, too ugly, my disciples must be one in a million. The old man looked up arrogantly. Mu Jun blinked, in fact, the monks she saw in the cloud realm were all very good-looking, and there were really no ugly people. For monks, the emphasis is on the birth of each other, so generally the better the level of the spiritual root, the better it will grow.

"Ji Yue's master is one in a thousand. Ji Yue, a young man in red, put one hand behind his back and one hand on his waist and abdomen, and his momentum was overwhelming.

"Let's talk about it," the old man didn't believe it at all, except for those old monsters in the cultivation realm, no one dared to claim that there was no one in ten thousand.

"Yunhua Mujun. Ji Yue raised his chin, unable to hide his arrogance.

"......" Mu Jun almost fell off the branch and showed his traces, and his mind turned his thoughts: Could it be that this is the mirror of the Cloud Realm, and the Yunhua Sect is not successful? Or is it that Mu Jun who wants to return his body came here and even accepted an apprentice, could it be that he stayed in the time crack for too long, so the time is not equal?

"Yunhua Mujun?" the old man searched in his mind for a long time, and felt more and more that this kid had lied to him: "I haven't heard of it, I don't have a good reputation, how can I be called one in ten thousand?"

"That's your loneliness," Ji Yue frowned slightly, took out a scroll from his sleeve and unfolded it, revealing the portrait inside, the old man looked at it, and was quickly stunned, how could he not have seen such a character?

"You little boy, where did you find a portrait and try to coax the old man. The old man touched his beard, full of accusations.

"The world is so big, haven't you seen it?" Ji Yue was unmoved, rolled up the scroll, stuffed it into his sleeve, and was about to leave.

(To be continued.) )