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The pill is dark blue, if you look closely, there is a faint cloud-like air flow on its surface, it seems that there are still concerns in the heart, Yixin Dao Chang hesitated for a moment, and finally showed a hideous color, his palm shook, and the pill flew into his mouth.

In an instant, the aura of the Yixin Dao Elder grew again, and a light blue air flow rushed out above his head. The air flow continued to gush, like clouds and mist, from light to thick, and gradually transformed into two pale blue lotus flowers between tumbling.

The lotus flower absorbs the light blue air current, and slowly becomes real, and the petals are crystal clear, dreamy and bright, and very beautiful.

Lotus flowers gather at the top. It is one of the signs that a person who cultivates the truth has entered the Jindan realm, generally speaking, one lotus flower represents the early stage of Jindan, and two lotus flowers are the middle stage of Jindan. On the top of the head of Yixin Dao Chang, after the stamens of the two lotus flowers were condensed and formed, a lotus flower prototype was born again between them, which was the late stage of Jindan?!

At this time, a layer of sweat appeared on the face of Yixin Dao Chief, the air flow rushing out of his head quickly weakened, and the third lotus flower trembled and flickered, as if it could be broken at any time. However, Yixin Dao Chang looked relieved, his solemn expression was gone, he opened his mouth to inhale, and a puff of white gas suddenly emerged from the small puddle in front of his bed, and the white qi continued to form a line and was constantly inhaled into his abdomen.

Time passed minute by minute, the white line changed from thick to thin, from thin to light, and the air flow rushing out of the top of the head of Yixin Dao did not decrease but increased, and the third lotus flower then solidified steadily, when its seventeenth stamen was successfully condensed, the white gas in the small puddle finally became weak, and it collapsed with a "pop", turning into a few wisps of hairspring circling in the puddle. The Leader of the One Heart Dao immediately stopped inhaling, and the pale blue air flow rushing out of the top door also came to an abrupt end. But things were far better than he expected, the third lotus flower shone brightly, and the suction power doubled, and it suddenly absorbed the scattered air flow above his head, without wasting a trace of true qi, and the eighteenth stamen quickly condensed and formed. So far, the three flowers have gathered at the top, and the peak of Jindan has been completed in the later stage!

Immediately afterwards, Yixin Dao Chang stretched out his hands, his fingertips touched, and his palms turned inward, making a posture like holding a full moon. The three flowers on its top began to rotate from left to right, one circle, two circles...... At twenty-one turns, the three lotus flowers shrank abruptly, turning into a bit of blue crystal light and submerging into the top door.

It was only at this point that the head of the Ichshin Dao opened his eyes and ended his thirty-year retreat. His face was joyful and sad, and he silently looked at the few wisps of white gas floating in the small puddle. For a long time, he muttered in his mouth:

"Master, what you said is right, the disciple did have some luck, he unintentionally inserted willows, and actually discovered this secret water attribute spiritual vein spring in Nanyue Zhurong Peak, in just thirty years of retreat, the disciple not only broke through the realm of one layer, but also broke through to the peak of the late stage of Jindan. Master, do you know? The disciple has turned twenty-one times on the top of the three flowers, if in the ancient period, the disciple has a seventy percent chance of succeeding in the Yuanying Realm, but with the three soul condensing grasses you left, the disciple still has a sixty percent chance in his lifetime, and it is not low. ”

Speaking of this, Yixin Dao Chang looked stunned, he felt his soul throbbing, his heart was like a tidal wave, and he hurriedly got up and walked out of the cave.

Outside the cave, the snow is white and expansive, what's wrong?

The divine consciousness was released homeopathically, and for a while, the wind and grass within a radius of dozens of miles were under his peeping.

"Well, or not?"

Without any hesitation, Yixindao's eyebrows rose slightly, and then a small hole was cracked in the middle, revealing a vertical eye the size of a melon seed.

This is the eye of the sky. The eyes of heaven are wonderful, and they can see many things that cannot be seen by the eyes and the senses.

At this time, a hundred miles away in the southeast direction, an extremely faint purple qi rushed into the sky.

"Ahh......h "On a whim, providence is so! This one should always be my heart. After speaking, he spread his sleeve robe, and flew all the way to the southeast out of thin air.

At the same time, in a valley a hundred miles away in the southeast, a little firelight came out of the window, and along this firelight, under the white orange lamp, there was a pair of red candles as thick as children's arms, and the firelight was shining.

The red candle was placed on a table of eight immortals, and between them there was a small incense burner. The incense burner is a modern product, nothing special, but the three incense sticks inserted in it are a little strange, dark black, the thickness of the little finger, and the smoke is very thick and purple. Amazingly, regardless of the size of the air leakage in the room, the smoke of the three incense sticks seemed unaffected, and they became entangled with each other and rushed to the roof.

As the purple smoke rose straight up, a three-foot-square portrait hung from the place of the temple hall.

The painting of the portrait is a little rough, but it is more expressive, an ancient general, tall, wearing silver helmet and silver armor, face like a full moon, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a short beard under the chin like a needle. In his right hand was a black tasselless spear with a golden short sword hanging from his waist. The whole person looks majestic and compelling, and it makes people feel warm and amiable. On the left and right corners of the portrait are written six large characters:

In the upper right corner is written: Loyal to the country, loyal to the door

In the upper left corner is written: Yue Wu Mu Wang, Yue Fei

There were three people in the room. One was an old man, with gray hair, a thin body, a pale complexion, and an obvious illness, but he stood there, his body straight without a trace of rickets. On his left stood a middle-aged man of thirty-six or seventeen years old, with a pair of glasses on his nose, white and clean, and delicate. He looked a little excited, his eyes glistening with tears of excitement, and stared at the little boy kneeling at the table of the Eight Immortals. The little boy was about five or six years old, and he was kowtowing to the portrait. His name is Yue Lingfeng. The middle-aged man was its father, Yue Qingshan. The old man was his grandfather.

The old man saw his grandson kowtow for the ninth time, and came to Yue Lingfeng in two steps: "Okay, Ling Feng, you can get up." ”

With that, the old man looked back at his son. "Qingshan, the old ancestor's cup of tea is up to you to fill it. ”

"Yes. ”

Yue Qingshan answered, lifted the hot water bottle, stood respectfully in front of the table, and said to the portrait: "Old ancestor, Ling Feng is young, just as high as the table of the Eight Immortals, this time this cup of tea will be continued by the descendants of the unscrupulous Qingshan, I hope you will bless our Yue family in the spirit of heaven, bless Ling Feng, and bless the Zhongmen to grow again." With that, he carefully filled the teacup on the table. After that, he went to the kitchen to bring a stove and put it under the table, helped his father to make it at the table, and was thinking about getting his father's teacup, Yue Lingfeng was already doing it, and brought it along with his own teacup. The father and son looked at each other and smiled, Yue Qingshan first made a cup of strong tea for his father, and then poured a cup of boiled water for himself and his son, before taking his son to sit opposite his father.

The old man looked up at the portrait and said to his grandson, "Ling Feng, from now on you will be a member of the Loyal Sect. Originally, according to my father-in-law's son-in-law, when he reached the age of eight, he had to join the Zhongmen unconditionally, and then the master of ceremonies in the Zhongmen would tell him some things related to the 'Zhongmen'. You have just turned five years old this year, and grandpa asked you to come back in advance to hold a ceremony to join the Zhongmen, which is considered a matter of grandpa's heart. ”

When Yue Qingshan heard this, he looked at his father with a complicated expression, and he stopped talking.

The old man was unmoved, and said: "You are young, maybe you can't understand some of what grandpa said tonight, you have to be attentive, try to remember these words, and when you grow up, you can gradually recall and understand, so as to deepen your impression of these things." Grandpa will first tell you about the word 'Zhongmen', they represent a name, the name of a non-governmental organization formed by the will of the ancestors, and it is a multi-person group that inherits and carries forward the spirit of the ancestors, and it is worthy of our Yue family's children to dedicate their lives to it. From now on, you Ling Feng must be determined to work hard for the construction of the Loyal Gate. ”

"Yes, Grandpa, don't worry, Ling Feng will remember every word Grandpa said tonight. Yue Lingfeng met the old man's slightly sharp eyes, his little face was solemn, his tone was firm, and he was loud.

The old man was stunned for a moment and looked at Yue Qingshan—his son's level of educating children was higher than his own!

Yue Qingshan shook his head slightly, he understood the meaning of his father's eyes. This is not his credit, he took him home yesterday, but he just said that he would go back to his hometown to worship his ancestors, and not to touch the things in his grandfather's house at will, and he didn't ask anything else. The son is smart and "old", and he often has unexpected performances, and he is really looking forward to the situation when he grows up.