Looking at the disappearing figure, Tang Bai felt a little lost in his heart, he had been with Ouyang Hongyu for three years, during that time the two helped each other and were like sisters and brothers, but after returning to the Great Yan Sect, the friendship between the two had gone farther and farther apart.

The relationship between people is actually the distance between the heart, the heart is changeable, if the heart is far away, so the feeling will be light.

Back in the room, looking at the poisoning sutra and jade bottle in his hands, Tang Bai sighed, and after falling on the bed, he touched the wound on his back, and the pain was unbearable, and even his chest was slightly painful, so he didn't think much about it, and got up to practice.

He practiced the exercises of "Yun Ze Shengyun Qi", and he could feel the extraordinaryness of this exercise.

In the human world, everything has to be divided into three, six, nine, and so on, and there are also three, six, and nine in this practice.

When he was running Zhoutian, he felt that the 'lotus seeds' in the sea of qi seemed to have changed somewhat, but when he looked closely, he couldn't find out where the changes were?

The weird scriptures are like the key to the lotus seeds of the Qi Sea.

He wanted to chant, but he hesitated, but finally sat cross-legged, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and tried to recite the scriptures silently.

The sound of the prayer rings like a bell, ringing in my head. With the sound of the scriptures, the lotus seeds of the sea of qi moved slightly, and after reciting the scriptures silently for a long time, the lotus seeds began to rotate slowly.

Tang Bai was not immersed in the world of scriptures, and since the chanting in the Qingqiu Mountains was controlled, he knew that the lotus seeds were conscious.

He felt the changes in the air around him, felt the changes in his body, and even found the changes in the 'lotus seeds'.

He found that the lotus seed rotated in a circle, his true qi, his body moved into a subtle vortex, and then formed one circle after another.

He found that this way of cultivation was similar to the way of cultivation in "Yun Ze Shengyun Qi", and it was even more powerful and domineering.

He had a feeling that the exercises of "Yun Ze Shengyun Qi" were derived from the "Lotus Sutra".

The surrounding air was like bees and butterflies smelling the fragrance of flowers, gathering towards Tang Bai from all directions, forming a faint mist around him.

The mist was mixed with pure vitality, and after this vitality was absorbed by the lotus seed, the lotus seed changed partially, turning into a young sapling, rooted in his sea of qi, and then a vigorous vitality emanated from this small sapling, circulating in a hundred veins.

In a trance, Tang Bai seemed to have returned to the Great Yan Pagoda, turned into the seed of ignorance, and after breaking through the soil, it grew into a towering tree in the wind, rain and sunshine.

The extremely refreshing coolness swelled up in Tang Bai's heart, as if he had drunk a bowl of iced sour plum soup on a hot day; he felt that every cell in his body was active, and every trace of flesh and blood was full of vitality; the scars drawn out by the fire dragon whip seemed to be smeared with an excellent elixir, bursts of numbness, and bursts of coolness.

Tang Bai knew that it was a wound healing.

The little sapling's life was endless, and the wounds on his body were slowly scarring, peeling, and then growing new skin.

He had a whim, he didn't know what effect would be of refining the essence by guiding this vitality into the kidney store?

He never lost the courage to take risks, and his mind quickly controlled the vitality in his body, breaking through the countless doors in the kidney treasure, and along the veins, pouring into the kidney treasure, the land of essence.

If the land of Jingyuan is a mountain, then this vitality will become a sharp weapon to open the mountain, if the land of Jingyuan is a source of ice, this vitality will become a burning fire, and if the land of Jingyuan is a lake, then this vitality will be a river that has opened its embankment.

The speed at which this vitality refines essence is very fast, and it is many times faster than refining using true qi.

He was very excited, and the speed at which he recited the scriptures became faster and faster, and his consciousness slowly sank into the scriptures, and at this moment, a text suddenly flashed from the depths of his sea of consciousness, exuding a force as strong as the power of heaven, forcibly alarming his thoughts.

Tang Bai woke up and found that his brain was in pain, and his brain was like a pinprick pain, as if he had opened the 'electric eye' and exhausted all his spirit, which was very uncomfortable.

He rested for a while before he regained his spirits, he didn't have the joy after refining the essence element, but he felt lost for no reason, and he always felt that he had lost something very important.

The small tree in the sea of qi turned into lotus seeds again, but on the surface of the lotus seeds, one text became a little lighter.

Tang Bai knew the ancient character, which the ancients called 'sheng'.

He probed carefully, and there was nothing abnormal in his body, so what did he lose?

Thinking back to the last rune that appeared in his mind, thinking of the extremely powerful coercion, Tang Bai felt familiar and unfamiliar, he suddenly remembered the Qingqiu Mountain Range, remembered the huge figure as high as the sky, and remembered the word that he pointed at casually.

That text was the one that Tang Bai was once familiar with.

"Oh my God!"

It's just the word 'day'.

What is the day?

Tang Bai didn't understand the meaning of 'heaven', he only knew that 'heaven' was supreme, 'heaven' was omnipotent, and 'heaven' dominated the rise and fall of all things in the world.

What does the word 'day' represent?

He couldn't figure it out, his head hurt, it hurt like a pinprick, and he decided not to think about anything.

Gently jumped up from the bed, his body was as light as a feather, and he didn't make the slightest sound after he landed, and the dust was not raised.

He found that the injuries in his body had healed, and with a little luck, his true qi was like a small fish swimming in the meridians, and with a slight clench of his fists, he felt that even a mountain could be smashed to pieces.

The true qi of the sea of qi changed, and the true qi turned into a small drop of water.

This is not a drop of water, according to the booklet, this is a trace of essence in the kidney collection, which the monk called Zhenyuan.

Yuan is the innate qi, has the power of creation, and is the source of cultivation.

He finally took another step, broke through the limit of martial arts, and truly stepped into the immortal gate.

This step seems simple, but it takes a year or a few years for ordinary people, but it only took him one night, and he jumped beyond the realm of 'refining qi', which is simply incredible.

But he's used to the weirdness.

Li Dunyi, the Lotus Sutra, the giant of the Qingqiu Mountain Range, the 'heaven' character text, Li Sijiu, Dayan Pagoda, these things that happened to him were weird and bizarre one after another.

He couldn't help but smile a little bitterly, is this lucky, or is he preparing for bad luck in the future.

The day was already bright, and he remembered that today was the day for the elders to pass on their merits, so he didn't think much about it.

Thinking like this, on the contrary, his thoughts were clear, and even his spirit was refreshed, he freshened up, deviated from the door, and walked towards the Chuan Gong Hall.

Chuangong Hall is located at the peak of the Falling Rain Peak of the Great Yan Sect, which is not among the nine veins, but belongs to one of the thirty-three peaks.

Luoyufeng Mountain is thousands of feet high, piercing through the clouds and mist, a staircase made of white stone leads straight to the top of the mountain, on both sides are full of Yao grass and Qi flowers, and ancient trees are swaying.

Tang Bai climbed all the way, but it was also pleasing to the eye, sometimes people passed by, occasionally in groups of three or two, talking and laughing, and seeing flying swords in the air, flashing and disappearing, which made him envious in his heart.

Rushing all the way, unconsciously, a tall palace appears in front of you; as far as the eye can see, you can only see that the palace exudes auspicious light and ruiqi, solemn and brilliant.

In front of the palace, there is an incomparably magnificent square, at the edge of the square, you can see a flying bridge through the clouds and mist, I don't know where to go, and in the square stands a tall and thick stone tablet, on which the stone tablet is engraved with countless words, and there are countless people around.

Tang Bai walked through the square, came to the front of the hall, only felt that the carved beams and painted buildings, the eaves spread their wings, the golden light of the green tiles, the dragon and phoenix carved by the two doors, the plaque photo chapter;

The hall is hundreds of acres wide and long, empty and magnificent, and the ground is full of futons, separated by three feet, forming a circle around a platform several feet high in the center.

There is also a simple futon placed on the platform, which is the place where the elders pass on the exercises.

When Tang Bai entered the palace, there were many disciples gathered inside, some tall and some short, some carrying long swords, some sitting cross-legged, some sitting with four or five sitting together and discussing, some closed their eyes and accepted the breath, there were middle-aged people in their thirties, there were also seven or eight-year-old boys, there were girls who were as clean as fairies, and there were women with good charm...

With such a big scene, Tang Bai was a little shocked, and at the same time a little nervous and excited.

Ouyang Hongyu sat in the front position, a young man in white was smiling and saying something to her; she seemed to be annoyed, and when she turned around, she saw Tang Bai, beckoned, and urgently invited Tang Bai to go.

Tang Bai hesitated slightly, he had just been promoted from the miscellaneous service, so it was not appropriate to publicize it, and if he turned a blind eye, he couldn't help but cold Ouyang Hongyu's affection.

He sighed and said, 'The heart is not afraid, the heaven and the earth are forgiving', thinking that he didn't know when he would become timid, and he was only afraid that his thoughts would not be close in his future cultivation, so he smiled and walked towards Ouyang Hongyu.

Ouyang Hongyu sat cross-legged on the empty futon beside him, and when he saw the man in white looking at him unhappily, he smiled slightly, nodded and said hello, and then closed his eyes and sat down, ignoring no one.

After a moment, the light flashed in the air, a figure emerged on the platform, the light faded, and a young man in his twenties sat cross-legged on the futon on the platform, glanced around a few times with vicissitudes in his eyes, and then began to teach the Fa.

"The path of cultivation harms all things, self-interest and rebellion, nothing is mine, things are not me, things have to respond, I am not me, I have to raise。。。。。。 ”

The young man's voice was calm, and every word, every word clearly entered everyone's ears, and the ears were broken.

Tang Bai listened, as if he understood or not, his foundation was shallow, and he always had to think for a long time before he could be enlightened and understood, but when he listened to it again, he missed a lot of essence, and he was annoyed for a while, and he didn't understand his meaning, and the young man said a sentence, and he remembered the next sentence.

Half a day later, the young man finished teaching the Fa, Tang Bai didn't understand much truth, but he memorized the young man's words fifty or sixty percent, and after thinking about it in his heart, he found that the young man on the platform was gone.

Ouyang Hongyu saw Tang Bai's relaxed face, remembering that when the two first met, Tang Bai was still a child, she watched him grow up, she had a feeling, this son is definitely not a thing in the pool, maybe one day, he will stand on the top of the mountain, let the world look up; for a while, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional, a little distracted.

When the man in white beside her saw her looking at Tang Bai stupidly, he couldn't help but be angry, and pushed her and said, "Hongyu, what's wrong with you?"

Ouyang Hongyu came back to her senses, glanced at the man, and then looked at Tang Bai and chuckled, "Xiaobai, how is it?"

Tang Bai shook his head and said, "The cultivation time is too short, I don't know what the elder said at all, I can only memorize by rote, and I will have to ask Sister Hongyu for more advice in the future." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in white stood up, his eyes were like knives, and he looked at him fiercely.

Tang Bai was stunned for a moment, understanding that this man was jealous of himself, and for a while, he couldn't help but laugh.