The pictures in the booklet are the basis of the practice.

Starting from the acupoints and meridians in various parts of the human body, to the specific methods of the operation of the aura, it is all described in it.

It's lucky to see sorrow.

Last night, she accidentally started her cultivation directly, and she already had a very intuitive experience of the cultivation process. In the case of successful experience, I read slowly according to the cultivation method written in the booklet, and I quickly understood it.

It's just that unlike last night, she induces the aura very easily, as if they naturally liked her, and let her call it.

But if you want to cultivate today, it's different.

She tried to close her eyes, and a faint light lit up at the center of her eyebrows, which was the "heart eye" opened by the Fudao mountain people, who could perceive the existence of aura. Then, she tried to meditate as she had done yesterday, only to find that they only maintained their original trajectory, rarely moving half a minute.

She thought that cultivation was as simple as making a finger, but it seemed that she was overestimating herself in the end.

At that moment, I felt a sense of loss.

She sat cross-legged and chuckled inexplicably.

Perhaps, what the Fudao mountain people said is true, she is indeed not a genius.

Since he is not a genius, it is better to follow the route of ordinary people.

Seeing sorrow, she knows that she still has a lot of things to do, she still has a long, long way to go, and even if it is difficult at the beginning, she can't just fall here.

He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath.

Seeing sorrow, get rid of the distractions in your heart, and try to communicate with the aura around you again.

This time, it seems to be better.

If the last time she beckoned to them, and they looked at them and ignored them, this time, when they shouted at them, they finally turned their heads and walked towards them.

Hard work will surely be rewarded.

Seeing that I failed again and again, I continued to try again and again......

The red sun gradually moved higher and slanted to the west.

And the shadow that fell on the ground grew shorter and longer.

What remained unchanged was only the light shield diffused by the sword, always exhaling and breathing, keeping it in a constant three-zhang square.

When he saw sorrow, he sat within three zhang, on the cliff.

An aura entered from her heavenly spirit, and under her guidance, it flowed through the meridians, nourishing her body and constantly becoming refined.

In the end, this aura turned into a little bit of starlight, which spread out from the center of her eyebrows, sprinkled on the bucket plate, and was carried by the Kun line and merged into Tianyuan......

In this way, it can be regarded as the end of a cultivation.

Seeing that dense sweat oozed from her worried forehead, there was a soft "tick" sound, her thick eyelashes moved, and finally slowly opened her eyes.

The world around them became dark.

Only on the cliff, a bright moon hangs high.

The wind blew from the bottom of the cliff, and I saw that the trees on the mountain behind me were rattling.

She let out a breath of turbidity, and when she stood up, she felt a lot lighter.

According to the method on the booklet, I saw that the ring fingers of both hands were clasped inward, the palms were facing each other, and a handprint was formed.

Brush!

Her eyes lit up.

On the uneven ground, a relief-like Vientiane bucket plate emerged, one zhang and three inches square, with a baby's fist-sized Tianyuan inside, and at the same time, there was a half-kun line in the chaos!

This is a bucket plate that worries about itself!

Beginners need mudras to summon the bucket plate, but a slightly more skilled monk can make the bucket turn under his feet with a single movement of his mind.

As for seeing sorrow, it can only be evoked through guò mudras.

But even so, she already has an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

But it was ten days.

Ten days ago, she was powerless, a wife, a wife, and now, she has no earthly concerns, but she has gradually learned a skill, and even stepped into the path of cultivation that ordinary people dream of, and is about to seek immortals.

Ten days, suddenly like a dream.

Hi also?

Sad?

Or fear that after great sorrow, there is joy.

Seeing the handprints of sorrow, they gradually loosened, and the bucket plate under his feet slowly disappeared.

As far as she could see, the wind was strong on the cliffs, and the moon on the cliffs was strong.

At the foot of the mountain, there are no people or lights in sight.

Not to mention her master, who said he would leave.

After cultivating for a whole day, perhaps because of the nourishment of the aura, I didn't feel hungry when I saw sorrow, but I just felt dry in my mouth.

She stooped down and took out the water bladder she had brought from home from her baggage, and looked around for a place to draw water.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, I suddenly heard a strange noise.

"Buzz!"

She suddenly looked up in the direction where the voice came from.

It's that wooden sword!

The wooden sword that was inserted in the hard rock of the cliff seemed to let out a wail at this moment, and the wide sword body trembled violently, and the originally constant three-zhang blue light also suddenly contracted violently, shaking unsteadily.

In an instant, the blue light of the three zhang shrank inward, and it actually attached to the sword body, as if it was forced back by something!

Hula!

The wind is blowing!

On the cliff, there was a sudden flying sand and rocks.

The trees on the mountain are shaking, and the fallen leaves are flying all over the ground.

Seeing that she was standing on the cliff, hunting in plain clothes, and was almost blown away by this gust of wind, she couldn't help but cover it with her sleeves, afraid that the sand and stones would lose her eyes.

However, she only covered it for a moment, and then let it go.

The pupils dilate, and after a moment's astonishment, the eyes are full of amazement!

In the vast dark night, countless golden rays of light appeared, shooting straight out from the mountainside towards the night sky full of stratus!

Patches of clouds, like cracked silks, were broken by the golden light!

Even the originally bright white moon, under this intense golden light, couldn't help but be overshadowed.

If it weren't for the fact that it was still dark around, I would have almost thought that it was still daytime.

The location that emits the golden light is not anywhere else, it is the Aomine Nunnery that the Fudao Mountain people went to before!

At this moment, the door of Aomine Nunnery was closed, no one entered or exited, and there was no half a figure in the entire hermitage.

It's just that I can see that under the entire Qingfeng Nunnery, as if something is pressing, a burst of golden light spreads out from the surroundings of the Qingfeng Nunnery and shoots into the sky. Those golden lights, coming and gone, flickered and circulated in different places, and they actually merged into a huge imprint, like an ancient symbol.

This symbol rose higher and higher, higher and higher, and even rushed into the sky!

The bottom of his eyes became golden, and there was nothing but this clumsy symbol.

At that moment, she had a magical premonition: this symbol is by no means simple!

The silent night is illuminated by this sign, and it is also boiling because of this sign.

Nineteen continents.

On a tall building near the sea, a madman who was drinking and composing poetry suddenly put down his wine glass, suddenly stood up, and looked towards the vast sea fog on the sea with a shocking light.

That sharp gaze seems to be able to penetrate the barrier of time and space and see a qiē on the other side.

"Something went wrong......"

The same is the nineteen continents.

In the crystal clear lake, a pair of eyes lit up faintly, and the long dark blue hair soaked in the lake water, slowly swaying with the water waves.

The woman's eyes were also blue, and there was a faint flame under her eyes.

The sigil that was far away on the isolated island of the world appeared strangely on the flame under this eye.

She frowned in confusion, slowly closed her eyes, and sank into the pure lake.

It's still nineteen continents.

In the underground cavern, the surface of a huge altar is a large, smooth bronze mirror.

On the bronze mirror, there sat a thin old man with white hair and dust on his body.

A sigil slowly appeared on the bronze mirror, and the golden light illuminated the cave in an instant......

The old man's dry and wrinkled eyelids moved, slowly opened, and when he looked down, his eyes were obscure, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

……

In the entire nineteen continents, all the powerful cultivators who felt the heavens and the earth were looking up at this moment.

That sigil is engraved in their perception!

No exceptions!

However, at this moment, I don't know how big of a thing this is.

She stared hard at the sigil until it faded into the clouds.

The light below Aomine-an gradually dimmed and dissipated.

The aperture on the sword, which had originally contracted and attached itself to the sword's body, also seemed to have recovered a little boldness, and slowly stretched out, enveloping the sorrow in it.

In the night, the esoteric sigil vanished, the fierce wind vanished, and the blinding golden light vanished......

A qiē returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

For a moment, I thought I was in a dream.

She stood in place in a daze, only the broken branches and fallen leaves all over the ground reminded her that what she saw was not an illusion.

It's the Qingfeng Nunnery below that has an accident, and there is no sword and there is an abnormality, it can't be that something happened to her cheap master, right?

Together, this thought can no longer be suppressed.

Seeing that he was still thinking about whether he should go down to find the Fudao Mountain People, the corner of his eyes flashed, and his eyes were wrong, and he saw a ray of dark blue light suddenly floating out of the Qingfeng Nunnery below.

The light came very quickly, and it went up the ridge from the mountainside.

I even seem to be able to hear its whistling sound.

In an instant, he came to see the sorrow, and at the same time there was a miserable cry: "Too unlucky, too unlucky!

There was a "bang", and something fell to the ground.

Seeing sorrow, with the light of the swordless aperture, he finally saw the person clearly.

It's none other than the Fudao Mountain Man she was still thinking about!

"Master!"

Seeing the sorrow, he couldn't help but shout in surprise, and hurriedly walked over, but when he got closer, he found that the Fudao mountain man was holding the broken bamboo pole with both hands, panting, his face was black, and the important thing was that there were still large blood stains on his body!

For a moment, he was shocked: "Master, you are injured!"

"I ......"

The people of Fudao Mountain looked down, still thinking that they were brave today, how they shouldn't have been injured, but they didn't expect to see blood all over their bodies when they looked down, and they were suddenly half dead of sorrow!

"Of course it's all someone else's blood!"

"Oh......"

Seeing that the sorrow retracted his surprised expression, the thoughts in his mind were left and right, and there were many questions he wanted to ask, but he didn't know which one to ask first.

"Master, just ......"

"I know you have a lot of questions you want to ask, and I'm holding with them. Now that the situation is serious, there is no time to delay, you come with me quickly!"

As he spoke, the Fudao mountain man waved towards Wujian, and the Wujian immediately rose from the ground and flew directly to the side of the Fudao mountain man.

He stepped on it, and by the way, he pulled Jianchou who hadn't reacted yet, and directly dragged Jianchou onto the sword, and then pinched out a trick, and the sword immediately galloped away!

The oncoming night wind was very cold, and it made people shiver.

The sword emitted a deep blue light and roared towards the Aomine Nunnery halfway up the mountain.

Along the way, unlike the last Edgeworth, the view is wide.

Seeing sorrow and looking around, all you can see is dark shadows, like demons and monsters.

"Master, Master...... What are we going to do?"

The gate of Aomine Nunnery was already in front of him, but the Edendx of the Fudao Mountain Man did not stop, but swept directly through the air and headed towards the back of the hermitage.

"There are a few disciples in the middle region who don't know whether they are alive or dead, and they have come here to practice, and they are trapped in the hidden realm of Qingfeng Nunnery, grandma's, don't you want me to save the mountain people? Now the time for the portal to open is coming, but there is a business trip in the middle, and it is necessary to gather five or less golden pills to open it. ”

The Fudao mountain man concisely told what had happened, and then took a sip.

"Grandma is a bear, you only have the Qi refining period, go make one!"

Yes......

How could it be?

Teleportation array?

The Hidden Realm?

What are they?

Seeing that he could only vaguely understand the meaning, before he had time to ask again, he listened to the people of Fudao Mountain: "After a while, I saw a group of people who didn't know the height of the sky, and you said that you were under the Yashan Gate-"

"Under the Yashan Gate?"

I was amazed.

The sword was still whistling, and in an instant, it had swept over half of the nunnery.

The people of Fudao Mountain rolled their eyes in their busy schedules: "I am a disciple of Yashan, you are naturally a disciple of Yashan!

Plainly speaking, who knows?

I felt the urge to faint.

She looked around, but there was no one in the nunnery, and everything around her flew away in front of her.

"How many apprentices are you doing, Master, how many apprentices have you accepted?"

"Seven. ”

The sword suddenly soared, turned over a small slope in the back mountain, and immediately sank down, and a small mountain stream appeared in front of it.

The Fudao mountain people casually replied that they were worried, but their bodies were already tense, and they were about to arrive.

Seeing that he didn't know what to do, he nodded and understood: "That disciple is eight, and he is a little junior sister." ”

"!"

The Fudao mountain man almost fell off the sword one by one, and he really lost the strength to speak.

The smell of blood on his body continued to spread, and his voice was louder in the night.

"You are in your twenties, and you have been married, those twenty-six generations of two fools are younger than you when they start, of course you are a senior sister!"

Big, big sister?

I couldn't help but feel dark.

She's ......

Old?

People are still in a daze, seeing that they can't come back to their senses for a long time, the three words "senior sister" are constantly circling in her mind, and when she reacts, a one-zhang square cave appears in front of her, and it is still enlarged!

Seeing that his eyes widened and his mouth was long, and before he could scream, the Fudao mountain man had already gone with his sword and plunged into the narrow cave.

Indomitable!

"It's here!"