Small dry peaks.

Gan Xie was summoned by the master to the small cabin where the master lived, and when he entered the door, he saw the master's sad and gloomy face, and knew that the master had died to himself. It took me a full three months to stabilize the Qi refining chapter of the Spiritual Qi of Exhaling, and the amount of Spiritual Qi that I exhaled each time was almost negligible. With Master's transcendent path of sanctification, how can he not see his own future of cultivation.

"Ganxie, you are very smart and have a very high understanding, but these can't make up for your innate weakness. In the future, if you practice diligently, you may be able to have some future, but when you reach the mortal realm, you will already be at the top of the sky. It only took your senior brother nine months to reach the third rank of the mortal realm. The teacher has passed on the first nine chapters of the Heavenly Recipe to you, and you have comprehended all of them, so you just need to study and practice slowly for a while. About the three uniques of cultivating the true supernatural power 'killing the wolf'...... You don't deserve ....... ”

Gan Xie heard the long words "you are not worthy" dragged by the master, and the tip of his heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp thorn, and his fists clenched subconsciously.

Tianfu saw these in his eyes and was unmoved, because Gan Xie was really unworthy, and continued: "The master will teach you the 'Demon Sword Technique' of the Nine Rank Divine Powers. This sword technique is one of the sword techniques handed down by the Heavenly Immortal Monarch, with a total of nine styles, which is far from the core divine power of the cultivation of each vein of the sect, but for you, if you can cultivate to the first glimpse of the door path in your lifetime, I am afraid that it will also be the end. ”

"Disciple obeys!" Gan Xie clenched his fists and said word by word.

Subsequently, Tianfu taught the magic sword trick in detail, which is also the nine tricks of the magic sword. He knew Gan Xie's comprehension and memory, and he finished teaching it after an hour. He was ordered to go back to his cabin to practice.

Gan Xie walked back to his wooden house with his head down, lying lifeless on the wooden bed, his eyes empty. Only he knows that it is not that he can't breathe in the spiritual power and aura of the stable heaven and earth, but that the spiritual power and aura of the heaven and earth that he exhales every time is absorbed by the two eyebrows, and only one percent is stored in the meridians.

Tianfu couldn't detect the situation where Gan Xie's two eyebrows devoured spiritual power and aura, and could only detect the part of spiritual power fluctuations that the monk normally exhaled and stored in the meridians of the human body. For a monk with a profound Taoism like Tianfu, it is not surprising that three months is enough to see the future of a monk and make a judgment-like judgment.

Gan Xie was originally a person who was optimistic by nature, but at this moment, he was deeply stung by the master's sentence "You are not worthy", and he could no longer be optimistic. After three days, I couldn't stand the hunger, so I got up and picked some wild fruits to satisfy my hunger. After recovering his energy, he returned to the mountain col where he cultivated and cultivated wildly.

The old monk once warned Gan Xie: As long as you don't abandon or give up, there is always a chance for everything!

Since that day, Master has never appeared in Xiaokufeng again, and Senior Brother has not been seen since he parted in the sky above the Dead Spirit Abyss. Every three months, a certain disciple of Zhangtian Peak would be ordered by the head of the sect to send some clothes, pills, and food to Ganxie, as well as a few words of encouragement.

The lonely peak, the lonely shadow, the lonely knife, were abandoned in the corner of the world one by one, and the beasts and birds were also disgusted, and there was no figure, only the sun, moon and stars and the mountains, rivers and trees as their companions.

A year later, one day.

The night is deep and the peaks are quiet.

When he was a child, Gan Xie silently recited the 10,000-character anonymous text taught by the old monk on time. Everything is the same, but about three moments after the silent recitation, a wisp of cold water gradually emerges from the position of the heart, slowly spreading all over the body, like spring breeze and ice rain, penetrating the muscles and bones, and infiltrating the blood and marrow. The handle of the knife standing next to the bed seemed to sense the existence of a certain force, and the light of Xuanhuang gradually increased.

Gan Xie's heart was very surprised, he clenched the hilt of the knife, and suddenly felt a warm current coming from the hilt, quickly pouring into his body, and merging with the cold current from the heart. It then splits into three and merges into two eyebrows and the center of the eyebrows.

When Gan Xiezheng sighed, he felt that the two eyebrows and the center of the eyebrows were like three springs, and three drops of clear spring water came out, the left eyebrow was like ice, the right eyebrow was like fire, and the center of the eyebrows was gentle. The three clear streams converge in the Heavenly Spirit Baihui, turning into a fresh and smooth stream, and then divide into the veins of Ren Du, and follow the eight veins of the Qi Jing in turn. In just one small week, there seemed to be a majestic spiritual power in the meridians, which made Gan Xie a little out of control of himself. Running the Palm Heavenly Technique to slowly refine and guide, so that it gradually stabilized in the meridians, and its dense and exquisite made Gan Xie surprised.

Gan Xie naturally remembered that the old monk had said that what he was waiting for did not appear, and told him that he was the new owner of the knife, could it be that he was waiting for the knife to be induced?

Suddenly, a flash of golden light flashed outside the house, and Gan Xie rushed out like lightning, but the golden light had disappeared, and there was an extra black bead where the golden light appeared. He subconsciously looked at the knife grid in his hand, and the light of the bronze beads on the knife grid was shining from the inside out, like an eye without a pupil.

After a moment's pause, he picked up the black orb and slowly approached the bronze orb. The black beads gradually produced a black mist, floating towards the bronze beads, and the two beads were like long-lost relatives, eager to hug each other. When the two beads were close together, the black beads seemed to be infinitely blurred, and they melted into the bronze beads like the pupils of the eyes returning to their places.

Gan Xie stared silently, and gradually felt that there was a stream of water flowing on the hilt of the knife, flowing through the palm of his hand, like moisturizing things silently, and it was completely difficult to know its existence. After the two beads were completely fused, a lifelike eye appeared in front of Ganxie, but the eye showed unprecedented exhaustion and slowly closed. At this moment, the stream gradually became a river, pouring into the palm of the hand, still moisturizing things silently, and nowhere to be found.

Gan Xie returned to his wooden house and watched as the eyes on the knife grid closed and returned to their bronze appearance. The torrent of rivers came to an abrupt end, and the knife and man returned to their normal state.

What is the origin of Golden Light?

What is the origin of black beads?

What is the origin of the old monk's broken knife?

Gan Xie shook his head slightly, it was already annoying enough, he stopped thinking about it, and continued to focus on his cultivation.

From this point on, that is, the mutual induction between man and knife, Gan Xie seemed to open a door to the path of cultivation. It's just that he knows it's too late. His small universe suddenly swelled, and he secretly made up his mind to give Master the same amazing gift. After that, he not only practiced the magic sword technique, but also practiced the one hundred and eight forms and the small spell that he had memorized from the abyss of death. Every day feels like a rebirth.

At the same time, Gan Xie's cultivation required a large amount of spiritual power and aura to support each time, so the spiritual power and aura on the small dry peak became more and more insufficient to support his cultivation, which greatly restricted the improvement of his Taoism. This situation of depleting cultivation resources filled Gan Xie with deep helplessness, and there was no one on the small dry peak who could help him, so he could only continue silently alone.

The world is long, the white clouds and the dogs.

The peak is still a lonely peak, and people are still a lonely shadow.

This year, Gan Xie was thirteen years old, 1.72 meters tall, and Kong Wu was strong. It's just that the bicentual bookish aura on his face is getting stronger and stronger, which invisibly dilutes the domineering spirit that fills his body.

The green mountains are green and thriving.

Bathing in the morning sun and letting the morning breeze blow is always pleasant.

Gan Xie sat on an ordinary stone slab in the mountain col, running the Heavenly Technique, and cultivating it. There was a dark green fairy sword floating in the sky above the south, and on it stood a bald fat man, who was holding his hands behind his back, staring down with slightly squinted eyes.

Slashing Divine Sword, one of the immortal swords inherited from the line of Palm Tianfeng, is extremely powerful. If the wielder has enough Taoism and is blessed with cultivation, the entire dark green sword body can spit out an ink dragon.

The previous master of the Divine Sword was none other than the Heavenly Rune, and his teacher, Lingfeng Zhenjun, passed it on to him. The current master is Xiao Baole, the eldest disciple of Tianfu. Tianfu himself rarely uses the Divine Sword, and he personally collected the divine weapon "Dragon Sword" that was repaired by refining spiritual materials, and its power was enough to run rampant in the Faun God Continent.

When he was about to arrive, Xiao Baole saw that Gan Xie was still meditating and cultivating, and he couldn't bear to roar: "Second junior brother, don't pretend. Today, Master has closed his disciples, and you have also come over to meet and get acquainted with each other. ”

Gan Xie's heart moved, stopped practicing, and walked towards the top of the mountain with a gray rusty knife. I thought to myself, since I am a closed disciple of the master, it will be the successor of the dragon sword and the wolf slayer, isn't it amazing!

Outside the wooden house of Tianfu, a young man who looked like a scholar held an orange sword, and his two star eyes rotated leisurely. Tianfu stood aside, as if he had just explained something, so that the young man could memorize and comprehend on his own.

Jin Xiaochun, eleven years old, a child of a family. His father is Jin Biaozi, a well-known figure in the scattered cultivation world, and he is an old friend of Tianfu. Seeing that Jin Xiaochun had outstanding qualifications, Tianfu decided to accept him as a closed-door disciple and inherit another magical power.

Continuous mentoring is what every strong person naturally has to do. First, you can let your supernatural powers last forever, and secondly, your own one-line inheritance may spread out, becoming a wonderful flower and a bunch of brilliance in the long world of cultivation, which is also a beautiful talk.

Xiao Baole and Gan Xie walked over, Tianfu glanced at the two of them lightly, sighed lightly and shook his head: "In the past five years, I have only cultivated to the second grade of the mortal realm, which is really not the material for cultivation." ”

Gan Xie stood in place, his face expressionless, silent, and the green tendons on the back of the hand holding the knife gradually rose.

"Master, how can the second junior brother not rise at all? In five years, even if you raise a pig here, you can also cultivate to the third grade of the mortal realm!" Xiao Baole glanced at Jin Xiaochun speechlessly, glanced at Gan Xie, and said solemnly, "Xiaochun, you are a junior brother, and you must let your second senior brother a little bit everywhere." If there is any excess, the senior brother will not be spared. ”

"Gan Xie seems to have realized the 'absolute' word!'Absolute' word, the first thing is 'absolute'!" Tianfu shook his head indifferently and said, "It's a pity that there is no good root, otherwise its achievements should be above the two of you!"

"Master, I'll go down the mountain tomorrow to experience and find an opportunity to break through!" Gan Xie said very coldly, turning to leave, it was obvious that the inheritance of Master's lineage had nothing to do with him.

Tianfu didn't answer, nor did he stop it, staring at the back of the young man who disappeared from sight. I thought that the number of personal disciples given by the senior brother of the head of the sect was in vain, but fortunately, he was far away from the power center of the sect, and it would not be a big deal to have one more or less personal disciple. As for the future of this second disciple, a monk with a discerning eye can see the end.

The quiet little dry peak, there were three more people at once, and they looked at a lot of anger.

The next day, Gan Xie packed up and descended a trail down the mountain, heading north, leaving with a grudge. The Zhangtian Mountain Range itself is the southernmost immortal mountain on the mainland, and further south is the sea of demon beasts that makes the world smell of it, and the people who enter and exit it are all profound monks.

Gan Xie went down the mountain alone, scolding all the way, reflecting on the five years of cultivation, it seems that the naughty boy with a sharp tongue five years ago is being reborn.

In the eyes of outsiders, Gan Xie is the second grade of the mortal realm, and only he knows what his situation is.

For five years, he hadn't penetrated the text at the bottom of the necromantic abyss, and every time he recited it silently, like cultivation, he could infinitely condense and sublimate the spiritual power and aura in his cultivation body, making it an extremely terrifying power existence. In this way, the demand for spiritual power and aura has been invisibly increased, making Gan Xie always feel that he needs to be immersed in the sea of spiritual power when cultivating.

Another thing that bothered Gan Xie, according to what the master said, the position of the three fingers below the navel was the place where Xiuzhen opened up the Dantian Golden Mansion, but he just produced a circular space between his eyebrows, which continued to contain incomparably pure spiritual power, and the majestic power always had the potential to explode. The spiritual power in this is completely different from the spiritual power stored in the meridians of the human body, and it is incompatible. With Ganxie's ability and insight, it is impossible to judge whether it is a blessing or a curse.

Master teaches disciples, 10,000 masters, 10,000 methods. Some masters always inspect and control the cultivation of their disciples, and teach the chapters of the cultivation method in an orderly manner. A master like Tianfu prefers to judge the future of his disciple's cultivation first, and then decide to pass on the cultivation method to the first few chapters, and in the future cultivation process, the disciple will slowly participate in the enlightenment and study.

There are thirteen chapters in the supreme cultivation of the true method "Palm Heaven Formula", the first nine chapters are Yijin, Qi Refining, Divine Will, Jiuyang, Lingxu, Shenzhao, Tiangang, Wuxiang, and Mahayana. According to what Tianfu said, Gan Xie was sure that he had cultivated to the second chapter of "Qi Refining", but because of his incomprehension of the spiritual power space in the center of his eyebrows, he was a little unsure. Sometimes I wanted to ask Master, but when I thought of the injustice I had suffered, I had to hold back and let things go freely.

The secret of the knife, the secret of the 10,000-character scripture, the secret of the abyss of necromancy, the secret of the center of the eyebrows, he can only silently bury it in the bottom of his heart.

"Only with a desperate heart can all things be hidden. ”

The old monk said this, and he seemed to have fully comprehended it.