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Xu is a bad taste, Lu Dongbin called Li Xianyuan a brother and brother before leaving, leaving him a pit.

In the afternoon, not counting those who avoided him, the elders who saw him come a few times, without exception, they called Li Xianyuan senior. Even the Supreme Elder came. Visually, there is a hundred-year-old man named thirteen-year-old Li Xianyuan's senior, which is somewhat weird.

In the cultivation realm, there are many child-faced old monsters. It is common for a gray-haired old man to call a boy uncle. Therefore, it is not ambiguous for these elders to call themselves juniors.

Fortunately, they didn't flatter them because of this, and offered some spiritual weapons and elixirs. Even if he gave it, Li Xianyuan would refuse, because it was useless. If it is useful, they will not be able to take it. It's like a peach.

However, Lu Dongbin cheated him, and Li Xianyuan should always find the field, so he was immediately polite and asked for a hundred Yang Qi Pills. It's not just one person who asks for it, but when an elder comes, he opens his mouth once.

Yang Qi Pill can be used for all cultivation purposes, and the more useful it becomes with the cultivation of improvement. As long as you are not an immortal, you can use it.

Even deceived and snatched more than 30 Yang Qi Pills, so that it was more than enough to build a foundation.

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Late at night, Li Xianyuan carried the jade bottle and went out of the mansion to the valley at the foot of Yangqingfeng. The caretaker deacon was replaced. After Li Xianyuan arrived at the four Yang Qi Pills, handed Li Xianyuan a wooden plaque, and let him enter the valley.

The moonlight is shining overhead, and the thatched huts are quiet. Some doors are opened, and some are closed.

Because he had been here once, Li Xianyuan went all the way, came to a thatched hut in the middle of the valley, and stepped inside.

There are still four walls, and there is nothing else in the hut except for a futon groove.

After looking around, Li Xianyuan put the wooden sign into the groove, pushed out the thatched hut after being busy, and stood one zhang away.

Ginseng Gong is domineering, other exercises are to absorb a small amount of spiritual energy with the operation, Ginseng Gong is to directly grasp the spiritual power of the surrounding heaven and earth into the body, but no matter how much, it doesn't matter whether his meridians can accommodate it. Therefore, it is natural that the more abundant the aura, the faster the practice.

With his eyes closed, the abundant aura poured out from the groove in the room, and spread out of the hut, and Li Xianyuan, who was not far from the door, collected nearly half, and the rest were scattered.

It seems to be a waste, but in fact, Li Xianyuan absorbed nearly ten times more aura than the monks of the same period.

The dantian cyclone was growing and had nothing to do, Li Xianyuan looked up at the starry sky, as if he was thinking about something.

The valley is quiet, occasionally meeting people from outside the valley, or someone who has finished practicing, comes out of the hut, and looks at Li Xianyuan curiously.

Half an hour later, Li Xianyuan's cultivation successfully stepped into the seventh layer of qi refining.

As you advance, the tentacles of spiritual power become thicker. It is like three invisible fluffy tails, which capture the rich aura around the body while shaking, and the speed is even faster.

It's October 17, and autumn is cool and cold. The full moon rose in the east, and when it came to the west, nearly three hours had passed, and it was already the night after it.

Standing outside the hut, Li Xianyuan took a deep breath and exhaled turbidity.

Nine layers of gas refining.

When the spiritual power of the dantian is complete, the bottleneck of the foundation is built. There is only one step left from the fourth layer of ginseng gong and becoming a thousand-year-old ginseng.

There were still thirty-two Yang Qi Pills left in his hand.

In three hours, Li Xianyuan had already walked within a foot from outside the door. At this time, there is no obstacle to breaking through, but it is inconvenient to close the door.

Half an hour later, the dantian was completed. The aura entered the body and was dispersed from the limbs and hundreds of remains.

Cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and the next thing is only understanding. If you are lucky, you will be able to set foot on the foundation in ten days and a half months, but if you are unlucky, you will be hopeless before you die.

If you want to live and not die, this matter is difficult to complete. Mortal monks are not qualified to step on it. Immortals are not so lucky. Only those who are in the immortal class, such as Lu Dongbin, may also get a peach. But they are afraid of cause and effect, and they can't give it. The rest of those who are not afraid of cause and effect are only the powers on both sides of the Buddha path. But how could they send peaches because of Li Xianyuan, a mere mortal.

There was still half an hour left, Li Xianyuan thought about it, and luck turned into a sword duel.

He wanted to take advantage of this time to refine a spirit sword again.

After three tempering, he became more and more handy. In less than half an hour, the new spirit sword was already horizontal on his leg. It's no different from the previous two. It's just that Li Xianyuan left a line on the hilt of the sword, and named it Jianyi. lest it be difficult to distinguish in the future.

It was only at this point that the aura in the practice room stopped. Under the elimination of one and the other, Li Xianyuan's cultivation has not declined in the slightest.

It's a pity that the incense was used to lure away the mustard pot three days ago, and now there are very few, and the divine sense can't support it to continue refining, even the sword is a little reluctant. Otherwise, with the abundance of Yang Qi Pill here, it is not impossible to refine it in one go.

Although the scabbard was not destroyed by the mustard pot, it was left in the martial arts arena and has not been traced so far, so it is impossible to find it. He had no choice but to hold the spirit sword, pick up the wooden card and turn around and walk towards the valley.

Passing by the thatched hut on the side, the spiritual power tentacles swayed and penetrated into the wall, and when Li Xianyuan walked away, he actually glued to the spiritual energy and entered the meridians.

“……”

Li Xianyuan was suddenly speechless.

It can still be like this, stealing the aura in other people's practice rooms.

If he had discovered this earlier, he would have reached the ninth layer of qi refining a month ago, and he would not have had to believe so much.

Shaking his head and chuckling, Li Xianyuan looked up at the east. The shadows of the trees continued, and there was a faint touch of fish belly white on the horizon. But it's already past five watches.

The mountain breeze is blowing, and the forest is rattling. In the night, Li Xianyuan was alone, all the way up the mountain.

Back in the mansion room, he prepared hot water to remove his clothes and get into it, and the warmth made Li Xianyuan let out a long breath.

Now everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

It's a pity that even the cultivation of ginseng can't bypass this bottleneck, and it needs to be really broken through.

Under the exhaustion of his divine sense, Li Xianyuan felt a little tired, leaned back against the barrel wall, sleepy and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I was woken up by screaming. When I opened my eyes, the door was wide open, and the maid was standing outside the door, covering her face and screaming, deceiving her fingers open, still peeking.

"Shout something. Li Xianyuan got up, frightened the maid blushing and fled, he unconsciously wiped off the water droplets on his body, put on a shirt to cover his pale skin, and put on a Taoist robe, and tied his shawl and black hair into a Taoist crown.

Carrying the bamboo tube, he simply hugged the body of the spirit sword with a strip of cloth, and after his back was obliquely backed, Li Xianyuan went out and came to the back hall.

"I've seen the master. Li Xianyuan calmly bowed his hands and sat at the dinner table, facing Ning Jiya.

The beautiful eyes wrapped the spirit sword and bamboo tube behind Li Xianyuan and glanced at it slightly, Ning Jiya didn't ask, Rong Ya bowed her head: "Is your body well?" ”

"Okay, probably. Li Xianyuan replied. He looked directly at Ning Jiya for a moment, and then said, "Master, the disciple has something I want to tell you. ”

"What's the matter?" Ning Jiya pulled the hair from her forehead and smiled slightly.

Li Xianyuan was silent for a long time, and then said slightly uncomfortable: "After living in the mountains for a long time, the disciple feels that his state of mind cannot grow, so he wants to enter the world to practice. ”

Long dead silence.

"Really...... But the fairy fate has been in the mountain for three months. I don't know what to think, Ning Jiya's beautiful eyes suddenly darkened.

Maybe she thought Li Xianyuan was dodging. (To be continued.) )