Beishan took Aunt Ya all the way through the misty forest, and after a while, he once again threw Chu Yunbao and Zhao Bamei far away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAt this time, it was already completely dark.

In the darkness of the night, the fog did not dissipate, but only thickened. Even if Kitayama had divine sense, Kitayama did not dare to walk through the misty forest in this dark night. Because, the distance between his divine consciousness is not very long.

Beishan took Aunt Ya to climb a towering tree, and there was a tree hole in the waist of the tree that could accommodate two people, and they planned to rest in this tree hole at night.

It was pitch black in the hollow of the tree, and nothing could be seen.

But it doesn't matter, Beishan casually took out Meng Meng and placed it on the top of the tree hole, and the tree hole was suddenly illuminated by the dreamlike light emitted by Meng Meng, and the tree hole was full of dreamlike feelings.

If Meng Meng knew that Beishan used himself as a light bulb, I don't know what he would think.

Aunt Ya saw Meng Meng again, and her eyes showed joy, this cute little guy, she liked it very much at the beginning.

Although it can be seen that Aunt Ya likes Meng Meng, Beishan can't give Meng Meng to her, Meng Meng has a big effect on herself. At that time, Meng Meng ate the green hornet and saved her life.

Some snacks and water appeared out of thin air in Beishan's hand and handed them to Aunt Ya: "Let's eat something." ”

Aunt Ya has long been surprised that Beishan can conjure things at will, and she is also hungry, so she takes snacks and water to eat.

Beishan was so excited that he couldn't eat anything, he took out a small sip of the spiritual spring from the storage ring and drank it, and said, "I'm going to start practicing." ”

As he spoke, he immediately entered the meditation practice.

Seeing that Beishan soon entered meditation and cultivation, Aunt Ya was already very tired, she didn't want to practice today, and after eating, she fell asleep next to Beishan.

Beishan cultivated until midnight, and then he felt sleepy and stopped practicing.

The cultivation effect of the spring spirit is really extraordinary. Beishan felt that cultivating for a few hours was equivalent to practicing in the Green Jade Park for ten days. Perhaps, as long as he cultivates until noon tomorrow, he will be able to recover to the first level of qi refining.

After cultivating for a week, you can recover to the third level of qi refining, or even improve to the fourth level of qi refining.

As long as he reaches the third level of qi refining, even if he encounters Qin Jiutian's old eight king eggs, he will dare to fight him head-on. Not to mention scum like Chu Yunbao and Zhao Bamei.

However, he can't cultivate anymore now. I'm so tired. When people cultivate when they are tired, the effect is often greatly reduced, and the result is half the effort. It's good to combine work and rest.

Kitayama understands this truth very well.

Therefore, he forced himself to stop cultivating, and he had to rest first.

It's a pity that there is no Bigu Dan, if there is a Bigu Dan, I can cultivate without eating, drinking, or sleeping.

He opened his eyes and saw Aunt Ya asleep beside him, her beautiful face facing him, and she smiled sweetly, as if she was dreaming some sweet dream.

Aunt Ya is beautiful, and under the cute light, her beauty adds a dreamy feeling.

Moreover, Kitayama is not a fool, of course, it can be seen that Aunt Ya has a deep affection for herself.

However, for a while, somehow, Beishan was a little stunned and lost.

He thought of Liang Ying, and his gaze took his eyes off Aunt Ya's face and looked out into the dark night mist outside the cave.

Although he couldn't find Liang Ying, and most likely guessed that Liang Ying was no longer in this world, he just couldn't forget Liang Ying, and he felt that his longing for Liang Ying was not decreasing, but getting stronger and stronger.

He only had this feeling that Liang Ying had filled his heart so full that he couldn't fit any other woman anymore.

But, where is Liang Ying?

Beishan was stunned for a moment, he took Meng Meng off the top of the tree hole and put it in his pocket, and the tree hole darkened. Kitayama lay down gently, facing the other side, and quickly fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Aunt Ya woke up first. She found Kitayama sleeping soundly on the side, and her face suddenly turned red with shame. This lonely man and widow actually slept with Beishan in such a narrow tree hole for one night.

Beishan's injuries have fully recovered and he has been able to move, he fell asleep before her, but he didn't even come to move himself, Aunt Ya knew that Beishan was a righteous gentleman. However, somehow, Beishan didn't move her, but she was a little disappointed. She knew in her heart that this had nothing to do with cheapness, anyway, she was just a little disappointed.

Kitayama slept until about ten o'clock in the morning and then woke up.

When he woke up, he was in good spirits.

Look around, Aunt Ya is no longer in the tree hole, and when she looks up, there is confusion outside the tree hole, and the fog still covers everything. This place is supposed to be foggy all year round.

Kitayama's divine sense swept away, and his divine sense saw Aunt Ya sitting on the thick tree pole outside the tree hole, and she was sitting in the mist, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Beishan suddenly thought that this woman had saved herself twice, so he would teach her to cultivate the truth, which could be regarded as thanking her. But when he raised his eyes and took a closer look, Aunt Ya didn't have any spiritual roots. He sighed in his heart, feeling sorry for Aunt Ya, who had no relationship with Xiuzhen.

For the next seven days, Beishan was in the hollow of the tree, drinking the spiritual spring to cultivate in luxury.

In the past seven days, Chu Yunbao and Zhao Bamei did not find the tree cave here. Aunt Ya has been by Kitayama's side, but every day or two, she will smell a very unpleasant stench emitted from Kitayama's whole body.

Fortunately, as soon as Kitayama smelled, he would leave the hollow of the tree and bathe in a small stream not far away.

Seven days later, Beishan's level finally recovered to the third level of Qi refining.

After recovering to the third level of qi refining, Beishan spit out the turbid qi in his chest and said: Lao Tzu's level is back again.

After going to the creek to take a bath, Beishan continued to come back to cultivate.

There is still a small half of the spiritual spring left, and he wants to strike while the iron is hot, and rush to the fourth level of qi refining in one breath. Beishan estimates that the remaining spiritual springs can only rush to the fourth level of qi refining by themselves, and depending on the situation, if they don't play well, they may not be able to rush to the fourth level of qi refining.

Beishan took out the spiritual spring and drank it, and continued to concentrate on cultivation.

Seeing that Beishan only knew how to drink the spring water to cultivate every day, and didn't do anything else, Aunt Ya felt that Beishan was really a cultivation maniac. However, she couldn't quite see Beishan's cultivation. Beishan's cultivation, if there is nothing, seems to be the first level of Huawu, and it is like the second level of Huawu, anyway, it should not be too high.

She didn't know that what Beishan cultivated was not Huawu at all.

She kind of wanted to ask Beishan for some of that kind of spring water to drink and try to cultivate, but after thinking about it, she still forgot it. That spring water is not a thousand-year-old Lingzhi and a thousand-year-old snow lotus, I really don't know what Beishan is doing, and I actually drink spring water to cultivate.

Even if she asked Beishan for it, Beishan would not give it. Because this thing is given to people who have no spiritual roots, and it is useless at all.

After another ten days, Beishan finally finished cultivating the remaining small half of the Spirit Spring, and his level rushed to the fourth level of Qi refining.

Finally lived up to his expectations and reached the fourth level of qi refining.

After rushing to the fourth level of qi refining, a large amount of jet-black impurities secreted from his whole body almost stinked himself to death.

Even Aunt Ya, who was sitting on the side meditating and cultivating Huawu, hurriedly stopped her cultivation and escaped from the tree hole to avoid the smell. Seeing Aunt Ya cover her nose and escape, Beishan was a little embarrassed, she shouldn't think she was farting, right?

Beishan just wanted to use a Pure Dust Duel to clean himself up, and after cultivating to reach the fourth level of Qi refining, he would be able to use the Pure Dust Duel. But before he could perform the Pure Dust Decision, suddenly a voice sounded in his head: "Waste, so many spiritual springs, but you have only cultivated to the fourth level of qi refining, and give it to others, I am afraid that you can cultivate to the end of the pill, your spiritual root is really garbage, garbage in garbage." However, you've finally reached the fourth level of Qi refining, and you're finally able to activate me. Uh......" Then came a deep sigh.

Beishan suddenly stayed on the spot, who was it?

He was immediately on alert, and his divine sense swept in all directions, but within a radius of seven or eight miles, there were only some wild beasts, and nothing else.

So who is able to get the voice into their heads?

Is it Zeng Taiyuan?

However, this voice is not like his voice, and Zeng Taiyuan is unlikely to scold himself for being a waste.

After the voice said that it was finally able to activate him, it sighed, and then there was no response, as if it had disappeared completely.

However, how to start him?

Beishan was completely confused.

Kitayama was simply confused, completely unable to understand the words of the voice.

Suddenly, Beishan was stunned to find that the figure of the blue dot appeared in the place where he knew the sea very deeply. Was that voice coming from the blue dot?

"Hey, what are you hiding in the depths of my sea?" Kitayama immediately asked with divine sense. There is something else hiding in the depths of his own sea, and Beishan is always a little apprehensive. It's like having someone you don't know hiding in your own home, and you don't know what you're doing in your own home.

But the blue dot doesn't give anything back.

In a word, the blue dot does not speak. It just stayed there, like a nerd, motionless. Beishan was a little discouraged, he already felt that the words just now were what the blue dot said in his mind. Probably, for some reason, after the blue dot scolded himself, he couldn't speak.

However, if you don't speak, then don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite, get out of the sea of Lao Tzu's knowledge.

Beishan immediately stirred the sea of knowledge desperately, trying to stir up the blue dot.

However, the blue dot didn't move, and he couldn't get the blue dot out at all. The blue dot seems to be lazy in the depths of his own sea of knowledge and does not leave, and the blue dot seems to be living in the depths of his own sea of knowledge for a long time.

Beishan was a little discouraged, and in the end, he could only ignore the blue dot and let the blue dot stay in the depths of his own sea.

Since I am comfortable to live in the sea of knowledge, then you can live as you like. After Beishan snorted angrily, he immediately cast a pure dust to hit himself, and the dirt on his whole body disappeared, and the whole person suddenly became refreshed.

When Beishan came out of the tree hole, Aunt Ya saw that he was refreshed, and it was very strange.

Why, Beishan didn't go to take a bath this time, why did his whole body become so clean? The stench on my body is also completely gone. She was puzzled.

Knowing that Aunt Ya was confused, Beishan didn't explain anything.

He only said, "Aunt Ya, I'm going to the Lost Mountain Sect." ”

"What are you doing in the Lost Mountain Sect?" Aunt Ya was stunned for a moment, not knowing what kind of wind Beishan was smoking. (To be continued.) )