Counting carefully, Xiaochen has not seen the reverse cangtian and the old gangster for several months, Xiaochen is also a little puzzled, in the past, the reverse cangtian would come to the cliff with Cangjin Yun from time to time to look for Xiaochen, especially the reverse cangtian would go out for a walk with Xiaochen once, but he has not appeared once recently. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the days passed, Xiaochen did not have any high-profile performance in Yunyoufeng, and the name of the only male cultivator in the female peak gradually faded under the washing of the years, and only occasionally there would be a disciple who mentioned it slightly before and after dinner.

When he came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Xiaochen saw the sick old man sitting on a rattan recliner from afar, holding a paper book in his hand and looking through it, the book cover was empty, Xiaochen didn't know what was inside, but he thought about it, most of the books that the old man read would not be a good thing.

"Old scoundrel, Uncle Chen is back!" was still high in the air, Xiaochen gave up the flying sword and rushed straight down, shouting from the top of his mouth.

"Who the hell is it, stinky boy. "The sick old man has long found out about Xiaochen, but he is too lazy to take care of him, and now the other party has already spoken, how can he let him be arrogant.

The sick old man knew that Xiaochen's body was strong, and he was not afraid that he would break it, Xiaochen jumped straight down, not surprisingly, his legs hit the ground, at most he was inserted into the soil, and when he was just about to land, the sick old man ghostly left the recliner and came to the place where Xiaochen fell.

Although it doesn't hurt, it will hurt, when Xiaochen got up, he saw that the sick old man was lying on the rattan chair with a book in his hand, and he didn't dare to find fault, who couldn't beat others by himself.

"Little hooligan, why didn't you go long and come back again?" the sick old man carried the book, and the voice came from behind the book.

"You still have the face to ask, can you give me the second cultivation method?" Xiaochen slapped the dirt on his body and found that because the fall was too heavy, some of them could no longer be photographed, and they had to wash their clothes.

When the sick old man heard this, he closed the book, stood up and put the book still on the rattan chair, looked at Xiaochen and said, "I said a long time ago, if you don't build a foundation, don't you practice, could it be that you kid has already built a foundation?"

It was still a short time for Xiaochen to officially start cultivating, and although the sick old man knew that he had been baptized by the aura of the Qing Ming Bead, it was also somewhat impossible to reach the foundation building period in such a short period of time.

"That's nature. Xiaochen raised his eyebrows and said.

"Roll over. The old man shouted directly.

"What are you doing?" Xiaochen said indifferently.

"You don't have credibility with me, so naturally you have to check it first and then talk about it, so it's hard for you to say yes. The sick old man looked at Xiaochen with a smile on his face like a dried orange peel.

Xiaochen's body is special, and the real person of Xuanyou didn't see the clue that day, and the other party is a monk in the late stage of Tianji, the sick old man is in Xiaochen's eyes, although his identity is special, he must not be weak if he wants to cultivate, but he always feels that it will not be a great way, and even Xiaochen has never seen him use any powerful tricks, such as the kind that disappears in a flash.

So not only can the old man with heart disease see anything, but as for the lack of a fetal foundation, it is still easier to fool the past by taking the Qingying Pearl as an example.

So Xiaochen strode up to the sick old man and said, "Do you want to take off your clothes?"

"If you want to die, you squeak, Lao Tzu is not interested in men. The sick old man jumped up violently and slammed a finger on Xiaochen's head.

Then the sick old man grabbed Xiaochen's hand, and Xiaochen immediately said, "I still say I'm not interested!"

"Shut up!" the sick old man slapped Xiaochen's head casually, and then Xiaochen opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.

The sick old man grabbed Xiaochen's wrist, and after rolling his eyes a few times, he kicked Xiaochen's buttocks, "Stinky boy, even I dare to fool around, and I dare to say that the foundation is built without a fetal foundation." ”

Xiaochen covered his buttocks, but said: "Joke, a high-level monk like Xiao Ye, if he has a fetal foundation, he is born with it." Saying that, Xiaochen opened his shirt, revealing his left chest, and several broken rings on it were completed a little more, which also shows that Xiaochen has broken through the great realm, according to Han's reasoning, these broken rings will only be slowly completed when Xiaochen breaks through the great realm.

Seeing the pattern on Xiaochen's left chest, the sick old man also looked sideways slightly, after all, anyone who has only heard of the Qingying Pearl, and the effect is only possible for those who have used it to know, because Xiaochen has used it, and he doesn't know either, he knows that Xiaochen is not the kind of person who is greedy for merit and rashness, and he has a certain degree of confidence in the method of cultivation at this time.

Moreover, he found in Xiaochen's body that the true yuan was transforming into spiritual power, which was also a situation that would only occur in the foundation building monk, but he couldn't be sure of Xiaochen's cultivation, which was originally a simple matter, but it was a little difficult to do at this time.

The sick old man paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, and only after a while did he say, "The exercises can be given to you, but when you don't feel right, stop practicing immediately and come back to me." ”

Xiaochen said yes, and then followed the sick old man into the Tianshu Pavilion, after the illness, the old man took Xiaochen to his room, and Xiaochen's residence was still there, nothing changed.

"From the second level of this exercise, you have to use external forces to cultivate, I will tell your master, let you go to the Remnant Sword Dao to refine the body. ”

The sick old man took out a yellowed booklet, on which only four words were written, "The magic weapon is difficult to hurt".

Seeing this booklet, Xiaochen remembered that he saw the introduction of this exercise back then: the first realm "can't be robbed",

People who have cultivated to this realm will not be injured by ordinary swords, even if they are hit by a gun, they will not fall. To this day, Xiaochen still feels that this introduction was really written by a sick old man, so straightforward and such nonsense.

"The previous medicinal bath, and the cultivation of the first layer, only laid the foundation for body refining, and from this second layer onwards, it can be regarded as the real cultivation method of body refiners. The sick old man did not rush to hand the book to Xiaochen, but looked at the booklet and said earnestly.

In the past, Xiaochen saw the magic weapon of the Yuanshen monk when he was reading in the Tianshu Pavilion, just by looking at the text description, Xiaochen could faintly feel the power of the magic weapon, but the sick old man said that the human body can be cultivated to the hard carrying of the magic weapon, which Xiaochen was surprised and suspicious at that time, but today, Xiaochen is no longer the mountain village boy who didn't understand anything at the beginning, and he has great hopes for the physical training technique that was only allowed to be practiced during the foundation building period.

"Less nonsense, give it to me. "What does Xiaochen think psychologically, he doesn't say much.

"Take it, go back and tell your little beauty master, just say that the master of the sect is summoned, you need to leave Yunyou Peak for a while, and then come back, I will take you to the Remnant Sword Dao, and don't worry about the rest." ”

The sick old man threw the booklet to Xiaochen and confessed.

After listening to what the sick old man said, Xiaochen was startled, and secretly wondered why the other party knew that he had a little beauty master, or was it ...... The old scoundrel quietly came to Yunyoufeng to see himself, thinking, Xiaochen's heart warmed, and he believed that it was the latter.

"What about Ruffian Dragon and his sister?" asked Xiaochen as he left.

"Xiao Yun's transformation is not over yet, and the ruffian dragon will soon begin to transform after he comes back, and he won't know what it has become for a while. The sick old man said.

After learning that the two little dragons were fine, Xiaochen took the secret book that he had been excited about for a long time, left the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and flew towards Yunyou Peak.

"Old scoundrel, I have already told the master as you said, but I am curious, and when she asked afterwards, I should tell what the master summoned me to do. After Xiaochen returned to Yunyou Peak, he found the Xuanyou real person, and told the Xuanyou real person according to the sick old man's explanation.

Xuanyou Zhenren didn't suspect anything, after all, no one dared to joke with the name of the Sect Leader, so after letting Xiaochen be careful, he allowed him to leave Yunyou Peak for a while.

"It's your business, and it's not for me to tell her about the calling. "A picture of a sick old man who knows you.

Xiaochen's face changed, and he secretly said that it was not good, and then said: "Don't tell me, I haven't said hello to the master at all." ”

The sick old man smiled, smiling very happily, "Little hooligan, I have finally grown up, I can guess this." ”

Such a picture of the elders seeing the appearance of the younger generations, with a sincere smile, made Xiaochen crazy.

"So I'm still the first person to use the name of the sect to deceive?" Xiaochen didn't know whether to cry or laugh, nodded and said.

"As the most unique you in Xuanqing Mountain, how can you only cultivate mediocre, but it is true that you have borrowed the name of the master, and you still can't deceive. "The sick old man intended to be angry and died, and naturally fell into the well.

Xiaochen knew very well that this time the fraudulent use of his name had become a fact, and no matter how much he was entangled, the only thing he could do now was to pray that Xuan Youzhen would not personally ask the Sect Leader, after all, the Heavenly Monk was considered the backbone of any sect, and it was not difficult to meet the Sect Master in person.

Then the sick old man rose from the ground with Xiaochen, went straight to the remnant sword road, and "jumped". That's right, it was to jump past, after leaving the Tianshu Pavilion, the sick old man pulled Xiaochen, and his luck jumped up, and the speed of this jump was faster, faster than any escape light that Xiaochen had ever seen.

The height of this jump, Xiaochen asked himself, it takes a long time for the sword to fly straight to reach, and the pulling force from his hand, Xiaochen has no doubt at all, if it is an ordinary person, maybe the sick old man's jump can directly tear off his jumping arm.

The white clouds swept by at a high speed in front of them, they were falling sharply, when the two of them fell to the ground, they had already come to Fangmu Mountain, and Fangmu Mountain was dozens of miles away from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, this jump, it had been dozens of miles, Xiaochen did not feel the slightest fluctuation in cultivation, which showed that this jump, the sick old man relied on the strength of the body.

"I really don't understand, why Master called you sick old man, with such energy, it is rare to be sick. Xiaochen sincerely felt that if such a person put aside his appearance and said that he was sick, then when he was healthy, he couldn't imagine what it was like.

The sick old man didn't return to Xiaochen, just smiled, and then took Xiaochen to continue to jump, from the back mountain where the scripture pavilion is located, to the remnant sword path in front of the Xuanqing Mountain Range, and the patient has already arrived between the ups and downs of the sick old man, and then a few jumps, which made Xiaochen even more surprised, the speed is so fast, unbelievable, Xiaochen silently calculated in his heart, if he flies with the sword, it will be at least half an hour smaller, and the assessment of the sick old man is a little higher.

Standing at the entrance of the Remnant Sword Road, Xiaochen saw that there were high jade stairs down, full of thirty-six steps, and the place where he landed was the place where he died many years ago, and now standing here again, Xiaochen had an unreal feeling, thinking about himself back then, but had he ever thought that he would want to stand here like this now.