Even if Xuanzang didn't make an inch of progress for five years, his friends did not dislike or ridicule him because of this, and on the contrary, everyone comforted him a lot, which can be described as a simple folk custom.

The master often said that there are many dangers in the cultivation journey, and there is no shortage of spiritual cultivators outside who are crying chickens and dogs, stealing dogs, intriguing, and killing people and seizing treasures.

Every time the first rays of the morning sun shine on the earth, the figures of all things in sleep are gradually elongated.

Xuanzang sat on the small mound in the cave and cultivated, and gradually entered a wonderful realm.

The sun rises in the east, and the purple air comes from the east...

His eyes could absorb the slightest purple essence from the morning light and absorb it into his mind, and then swim through the meridians of his body from top to bottom, converging in the dantian two inches below his navel.

Purple qi comes from the east, cutting the marrow with qi and removing the filth and impurities of the body.

After five years of cultivation, Xuanzang never got tired of it, but because of his white and tender skin, he attracted the jokes of his friends.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, I went back to meditation for an hour, sat upright on the mound, adjusted my breathing and qi, and introduced the glow of the setting sun into my limbs and body.

The glow is like a rainbow, and the tank enters, forging its own bloodline.

The cultivation of morning and evening has made him make great progress from the inside out, from his physique to his bloodline.

Zixia Divine Skill! The work of the day is cultivated in the morning and converges in the evening.

Zixia Divine Skill is a kind of pupil magic heart method, which sounds like a spell practiced by girls.

The Elephant Brain Cave seems to be forbidden by some mysterious formation, from the outside it looks like a waterfall and a cliff, but from the inside you can see a transparent hole, and you can touch it with your hand as if it is an impenetrable wall of air.

It is easier to cultivate in the cave, so Xuanzang often goes out early and returns here late to practice for a while.

He never mentioned the secrets of the caves, and everyone had secrets that were not enough for outsiders. Including his master, because his master never mentioned his background.

Although Xuanzang was quite dissatisfied with the mystery of his life experience, he never lacked love, and the uncles and aunts in the village treated him very well.

He likes to be alone and loves to practice, which is diametrically opposed to Senior Brother Jiang Jiangui, who likes to go from house to house, so he naturally became a frequent visitor to Baixiang Mountain.

Raise flowers and plants, practice martial arts, and even mingle with the small animals here.

More often, Xuanzang still practiced the martial art "Bagua Cloud Palm" taught to him by his master outside the waterfall, although it was a yellow-level low-grade martial art, but the ethereal and happy meaning made him happy.

Green mountains and green waters, simple moves, a stroke and a movement all reveal the sense of natural agility...

After Xuanzang finished practicing, he did not feel tired, but had a good sense of spirit and a light posture.

After meditating for a while, the sky gradually darkened, and a little starlight fell on his young face through the hole, and he exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, which was pleasant and content.

At this time, the state was excellent, open the bottle of Juling Pill left for him by the master, pour out one and put it in his mouth.

Twelve pills of Gathering Spirit Pill are usually used for a year, after five years, Xuanzang once again felt the loosening of the bottleneck, and he was 100% confident that he could break through this time!

"Give the master a surprise when the time comes!"

When Xuanzang thought of this, he closed his eyes with satisfaction and entered a state of selflessness.

As the medicinal power continued to overflow in the mouth, the true qi in the dantian became active, and slowly became a cyclone, and the surrounding spiritual energy, inside and outside the cave, was gathering towards Xuanzang.

Like spring rain moisturizing things, cheers are coming.

In less than half an hour, the medicinal power of a Gathering Spirit Pill was absorbed by itself, which was much faster than usual, and the effect of this Gathering Spirit Pill was several times better than that of the lower grade Gathering Spirit Pill used before.

"Could it be a medium-grade Gathering Spirit Pill?" Xuanzang was suspicious in his heart.

"Phew, phew, phew", Xuanzang habitually spit out the remaining dregs in his mouth.

His body has been transformed by "Purple Qi and Xiaguang", and the impurities of ordinary pills are automatically discarded and no longer absorbed, and it is estimated that the best pills can be fully absorbed.

Shangjin Quxin didn't know why he objected to him learning the art of alchemy, but Xuanzang admired the alchemist very much, so he often stole the master's alchemy experience!

Raising medicinal herbs on the top of Xiangshan Mountain is to understand pharmacology and learn to extract medicinal power;

As soon as I finished cultivating, I was full of satiety, touched my stomach and sighed: The aura here is too thin, and the cultivation effect is shallow, if only there were spirit stones to help me practice!

A little envious of the outside world, he followed the master to the town market and sold herbs a few times to subsidize the family, or exchanged for the medicinal materials needed by the master for alchemy.

There are also all kinds of snacks in the bazaar, although the food cooked by the master is also very delicious, although the cultivator does not need to eat and drink, but still look at the nose and nose, and the mouth is greedy!

The biggest problem at hand is that in the town, the spirit stone is the universal currency, and he has no such family background in the year of Zhixue.

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I have no intention of sleeping tonight, the elephant shoulder waterfall is still hanging on the mountain wall, and the clear water is flowing.

Xuanzang walked out of the cave, and the night was always so sultry.

The village is particularly beautiful at night, like the stars in the sky, falling into the warmth of the summer night, sleeping soundly in the col.

Today's thoughts are also very special, some time ago the master suddenly mentioned that he may have to travel far away.

Although the master has always been a weird character, he doesn't like to talk superfluously, likes to refine medicine and write poetry, but he is also delicate and sincere.

Master, he has become more and more cold in the past two months, and at first Xuanzang thought that it was because he had not grown in cultivation to make him angry.

Later, when I sorted out the poems written by the master recently, I found that there was something else strange.

Although Xuanzang doesn't know much about the love of children, he can also see that the master has a "master" who cares about him from afar, and he doesn't know what kind of woman she is, and she has never heard the master mention it.

I heard that many powerful immortal cultivation exercises exist in the form of verses, and the mystery and wisdom in them also need good qualifications and spiritual roots to understand.

Xuanzang has not yet learned any internal strength and mental method, because the master does not know what kind of attribute spiritual root he is, and he himself cultivates the golden system exercise, so he has to give up.

But his qualifications are definitely not bad, although the master is holding a low-grade spirit measuring stone, he can only measure the sixth-stage five-element spirit root at the most, and the senior brother Jiang Jiangui in the village is the sixth-stage fire spirit root.

The master said that his spiritual root had surpassed the sixth-stage spiritual root, but he couldn't measure what kind of attribute it was, it could be a spiritual root with special attributes, or it could be a waste spiritual root!

But I've never been upset by this.

Shangjin Quxin has a habit of writing poems and burning poems.

Often the finished writing is thrown aside, and it is put away and burned every other day, which makes Xuanzang very sorry.

Later, he learned to be obedient, prepared a cheat sheet, and secretly transcribed these verses.

The master is also Xuanzang's enlightenment teacher in this regard, poetry is an art form that expounds the soul, and the poems often contain the laws of survival of nature and man, and the emotional and spiritual sustenance of all things.

Although Xuanzang has not yet practiced the inner strength and mental method, he often collects poems and reads them to cultivate sentiment and release spiritual power and external things.

Xuanzang also wants to become an alchemist and be respected like a master.

Although the realm has not grown in the past five years, the spiritual power has become much stronger!

Shangjin Quxin is the person he admires and respects the most since he was a child, he can not only do alchemy, but also write poems, and make good dishes!

It's just that what Xuanzang never expected was that many years later, they would stand on the opposite side...