"Now that you have fused into one, you have even killed and absorbed the soul of the Golden Flame Cicada. You are his master, but if you want to barely mobilize the beast fire of the Golden Flame Cicada of the late stage of transformation, you must at least wait until the late stage of Qi refining, and the cultivation of Divine Thoughts has entered the first layer of the Quenching Technique. The old man thought for a moment and said.

"The Youqi Heavenly Book and the Quenching Mind Recipe are the two major standing techniques of my Flying Immortal Sect, you haven't officially entered my sect yet, I can only pass on your Youqi Heavenly Book's Qi Refining Period Method and the First Layer of the Quenching Mind Method, and then the Method, wait for half a year later, the sect will officially accept you after the Disciple Acceptance Ceremony will pass you on. Ding Qiuyuan said, and the remaining half of the sentence Ding Qiuyuan was not ready to tell his life in advance for the time being.

The young man didn't object when he heard this, he became a cultivator in the middle stage of qi induction in a daze, and he hadn't yet collected and controlled all kinds of mana in his body that didn't obey commands, let alone continued to cultivate. But people, eating from the bowl and looking at the pot, can look down to detect the golden-red flame beating in the chest, and close the eyes to feel its vigorous vitality and power. The boy was looking forward to the day when he could use it.

The young Chi Guo hurried in the wind and snow on his upper body, not for anything else, in order to let the cold and wind and snow in the northern region consume his body temperature, let the blazing mana in his body protect his body, and then supplemented by the quenching technique to constantly take over these disobedient and wandering mana on his own, and finally achieve full control for his own use.

Life Worry-Free and Ding Qiuyuan had already set off for a day, except for sleeping last night, the old man did not allow him to stop for a moment. However, the effect is also obvious, the life-free dantian can already see the wisps of mana condensed into mist, floating in the dantian whirlpool.

The Flying Immortal Sect is a great sect of cultivation, and the founding ancestor of the mountain is known as the Venerable Youqi, who is a well-documented true Flying Immortal in the Menglan Continent.

The so-called ghost enlightenment is to refine mana to open various secret veins in the small world of the body, so as to hide mana. Therefore, the people in the Flying Immortal Sect are especially good at fighting for a long time and using huge mana to carry out powerful and powerful confrontations, and it is even more useful to cooperate with the unique method of quenching the mind.

The Venerable Master created the Quenching Technique to match the huge amount of mana that came from the cultivation of the Heavenly Book of Youqi, and the divine consciousness of one thought and one thought hooked up with a wisp of mana, so that every bit of mana could exert its greatest power.

Although the young man's limbs were shivering cold, there was a golden red flame in his chest and abdomen, and bursts of Zen sound were transmitted dimly. The mana that was free of life and freedom felt the tremor of this Zen sound, and it seemed to move with it. Under the tempering of Zen sound, the mana of worry-free life is becoming more and more condensed.

It is true that the town is not close to Xueyin Mountain, but this is the distance for mortals. From the moment he climbed down from the earth fire tripod intact, he was no longer an ordinary person. With a fiery body, a strong body, and full of mana, ordinary people walk for more than two days, and teenagers walk almost in more than a day.

Towards evening, the lights of thousands of homes were flickering and lit, and the young man and the old man walked to the north gate of Jinshan Town, and they had already put on their clothes for fear of causing others to be surprised.

Ten days, just ten days, the fate of the young man has changed greatly, and even standing at the gate of the city has an inexplicable trance, especially after experiencing the life and death line in the old man's mouth, he feels a feeling of reincarnation.

Coming back this time is a strong request from Worry-free, otherwise, the old man may directly return to the Flying Immortal Sect with Life-free. The boy looked at this familiar and unfamiliar city that he grew up in, but he didn't take the first step back home.

"Master, is there really a difference between Xianfan?" Fate turned his head blankly and asked Ding Qiuyuan beside him.

"Of course, once you set foot on the path of cultivation, as long as you have achievements, your life will be greatly improved. All mundane things will lose their color under the washing of time. Until this day, no one in the world remembers you, only cultivators who are friends with you or enemies of you can remember your name, and at most, if you are lucky, you may be able to find like-minded Taoist couples to cultivate and live like ordinary couples, but that is also no longer a mortal. Ding Qiuyuan also looked lonely, and said with a slight sadness in his eyes.

"Go ahead, say goodbye to your friends and relatives, and if you're lucky, you'll be able to practice quickly, you'll be able to get down early, and you'll have a chance to get back together. Ding Qiuyuan patted his life-free shoulder, "I will wait for you at the restaurant at the south gate of the city." Remember, being open to parting is the first thing I teach you. ”

The old man was the first to walk into the town of Jinshan. , disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye.

Worry-free took a deep breath and walked into the town. Ding Qiuyuan is also a temperamental person, and before leaving, he left a few hundred taels of silver tickets for the young man, and relatives and friends inevitably said goodbye. I bought some rice, noodles and drinks along the way, and returned to my small dilapidated house with only tables and beds.

Calling friends all the way, the hut happily ate and drank with the boys of his so-called chivalrous gang. Older people, younger people, people who can drink, people who can't drink, have fun together. Late at night, I gave the newly bought cotton clothes and quilts to the children, and the poor little beggars were cute and lovely, and they were happy one by one.

The next day, with a lot of money and food, he visited Gu Jun and Da Zhuang's home. The boy knelt down and kowtowed, thanking the two "mothers" for taking care of him over the years, and now asking them to take care of the poor children in the west of Dianzhen with money and food.

Now he has found a master who is willing to teach him skills, so that the two ladies don't worry.

In the end, eating a home-cooked meal at each of the two houses is considered a practice.

He brought some tribute, went to the cemetery where his parents were sleeping, and knocked down a few times, telling his parents that everything was okay and not to worry.

He packed up some bits and pieces from his small dilapidated house, wrapped them into a package and carried them in his left hand, led the horse with his right hand, followed by Gu Jun and Da Zhuang, who saw him off, and came to the south gate of the town at noon.

Ding Qiuyuan paid for the wine, walked out of the restaurant and walked out of the city gate, looking at the city gate and constantly telling the other two teenagers that their lives were worry-free, and couldn't help but recall the days when he had just stepped into cultivation. There aren't many juvenile words that teenagers can say to each other, they are all auspicious words that take care of the wind and everything goes smoothly.

He led the horse to the old man's side and waved goodbye to the teenagers not far away. "I'll be back!, we're all going to be well!", the boy turned back after taking two steps, almost holding back the tears that were about to fall.

In the snow, two shallow black lines slowly moved south, and when the boy turned around and found that he could no longer see the shadow of his hometown in the heavy snow, he dismounted and faced the mountain town without worry, knelt down, and kowtowed to his hometown from afar!