The sound of the wooden door creaking, Mo Yu pushed the door in, glanced at the jade powder on the wooden table, and she understood, but when she moved her eyes to the figure sitting on the wooden bed meditating, she frowned slightly, and asked coldly: "Why is your breath weaker than yesterday?" Repair for regression? ”

Mo Kongjing's face turned pale, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and slowly got up and shook his head. "The disciple doesn't know that the disciple has loosened his perception realm when he is cultivating, and he has already successfully broken through, but for some reason, his spiritual power suddenly lost out of his body uncontrollably, and at this moment, not only did he not succeed in advancing to the second level, but he also regressed to the second level of qi training."

As soon as these words came out, Mo Yu frowned slightly, moved and grabbed Mo Kongjing's wrist accurately, and the spiritual power penetrated, and after a while, she sighed lightly and withdrew her spiritual power, her tone was full of regret. "Breakthrough promotion during the Qi cultivation period, regression in cultivation is simply unheard of, Jing'er, your immortal fate is even more breathtaking than the teacher imagined." She sighed lightly and sighed that in the entire immortal cultivation world, there had never been a regression in cultivation during the Qi cultivation period, but if it was a qualification like Jing'er

How difficult will the road of cultivating immortals be in the future?

The immortal fate is almost zero, and she accepted this disciple that day, was it right or wrong? Is it the best option to send her to the mortal world?

At least in the mortal world, her life is also prosperous, but stepping into the immortal path against the sky, taking two steps back, when can she be truly Mahayana?

"Immortal fate? The disciple is stupid, and he still expects the master to speak out. ”

Mo Kongjing's face was pale, although she intuitively felt that this was not a good thing, but she still wanted to find out the truth of the matter first, and it was better to know in her heart than to smear her eyes. When she came here, she really thought of it as a game at first, but then so many things happened, and when I think about it, it's been two years. After being too real, she really couldn't tell which was a dream and which was the real reality

Mo Yu walked in the house, his tone was slow, but he said clearly word by word, "Cultivating immortals pays attention to a fateful word, the origin and extinction have their own cycle of cause and effect, and cultivating immortals is to compete with the sky for that line of opportunity, and immortal fate is an innate qualification, which is what mortals call luck." If the luck is against the sky, even if it is not voluntary, she will follow the cause and effect in the underworld and embark on the path of immortality, asking that it is even thousands of times easier to cultivate immortals than others. On the contrary, no matter how hard you try, it is in vain. ”

Seeing the little apprentice's face turn paler and paler, she slowly shook her head.

If it is only in the Qi cultivation period, how can the immortal path in the future be good, take two steps back, and you will never reach the end of the road, but will go farther and farther.

Reconciled? Faith? Are you kidding! Isn't fate all in your own hands!

When he raised his eyes, he found that Shizun's eyes were full of hesitation, and Mo Kongjing was shocked, and his thoughts were hundreds of times faster than usual. Her eyes rolled slightly, a glimmer of light flashed, she knelt down without hesitation and said: "The disciple is not afraid of hardships, nor is he afraid of hardships, even if the immortal fate is zero, the disciple also wants to devote his life to hard work, didn't the master say that we cultivate immortals are against the sky, so what does it matter if the immortal fate is zero?" I just ask the master not to expel the disciple from the school. ”

Kneeling down on her knees, she bit her lip stubbornly, her eyes showed a stubborn light, she didn't know what her weight was in Shizun's heart, but she knew that at this moment she must not take a step back, let alone waver in the slightest. That's right, she can only bet on this one! Bet on the impression she left on her master over the past year, bet on her master, and whether you are willing to believe her again!

Even if she stepped into the immortal path in ignorance at the beginning, from the moment she arrived at the immortal cultivation realm, she had no choice but to move forward, which was to fall. She can't go back at all, except to move forward, and taking a step back is a catastrophe. In the first year of cultivating the immortal realm, no matter how much she persuaded herself, she regarded this as a game. But such a real experience, hunger, cold, fear, all told again, this was a fact that was so real that she couldn't deceive herself!

Facing those firm eyes, Mo Yu sighed helplessly and stopped, "That's it, since the teacher has already taken you into his disciple, he will not abandon you anymore." It's just that from now on, you will have to work a thousand times harder to catch up with others, this road is very difficult, I hope you can go on."

She turned and walked away, but the sorrow that furrowed between her brows did not diminish in the slightest.

Jing'er doesn't know, how can she not know?

To some extent, the immortal fate is even more concerning than the qualification, which is also the fundamental reason why Jing'er Ice Muscle Jade Bone has gone all the way in the immortal cultivation world, but no one is willing to accept her as an apprentice.

The qualifications are wonderful, but there is no hope of cultivating immortals, I am afraid that many people will sigh and sigh secretly.

The world of cultivating immortals is more cruel than anywhere, and it is more real than anywhere.

When she was young, didn't she come over like this? It's just that her mirror will be thousands of times more worried about her in the future, but why is it that the more so, the more she looks forward to the day when she soars?

She is afraid that she is also ill, Mo Yu left slowly, but there was a trace of ulterior motives in her gently lowered eyes.

Seeing Mo Yu leave, Mo Kongjing stood up numbly, never feeling that this immortal cultivation world was so cold for a moment. Looking around at the weaker spiritual power in her body than before, she didn't know that the bleeding from biting her lip was unaware. is as stubborn as her, when has she ever been so aggrieved? Aggrieved? Perhaps, but a long time ago, she learned to swallow blood and tears in her stomach.

Why does immortal fate decide everything? She has already come to the immortal cultivation realm, and she still has to be insulated from immortals? Are you kidding! When did she ever concede?

Taking a deep breath, Mo Kongjing lowered her eyes, although she won the bet this time, the situation was only worse. Calmly walked to the table and picked up the jade slips on the table to visit them one by one, until there was a tingling pain in her brain, and she didn't stop when she was tired, and then began to continue after waiting for a while.

This time, she didn't act recklessly, but forcibly wrote down the colorful formations in the jade slip, even if she couldn't understand it, she forced herself to write it down first, and she could gradually decompose and familiarize herself in her mind in the future.

As long as she remembers every nook and cranny, every crevice, sooner or later she will be able to truly figure out these formations!

Every morning when she woke up from her cultivation, she began to practice the sword, practicing every move and style that the master taught her.

At noon, she began to familiarize herself with the formation, carved those formations that she had already known and remembered on the jade plate, and when she was tired, she meditated and exhaled spiritual power, and when the spiritual power was sufficient, she devoted herself to the study of the formation.

Meditate and practice at night, buffer the tiredness of the day, absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, convert it into spiritual power, and increase the cultivation of the mental method.

Every day is so orderly, she has never had a moment of slackness, she knows that she has lost to others in the fairy fate, but she just hopes that she can fight for that opportunity in the future efforts.

Quietly pushing open the door, looking at the figure wielding a wooden sword in the courtyard, Mo Yu's eyes were meaningless.

The sweat that dripped into the soil, every drop was so heavy.

Her mirror works harder than others, and the qualification of the mutant single spirit root can also be proud of the entire immortal cultivation world, but this immortal fate

Mo Yu watched silently as she waved her sword selflessly, watched her sweat beads dripping down the soil, and looked at the little one behind the wooden window, staring at the jade plate in her hand quietly and seriously, sketching one stroke at a time.

Watching her sit on the bed and meditate and cultivate, the aura around her became more and more excited.

She finally sighed slightly, brushed her sleeves and left.

Once upon a time, she worked so hard, so eager for strength, so desperate for recognition.

But she hasn't done enough, it's not good, it's not hard.

Her mirror oppressed herself so tightly, never complained, just accepted everything silently, made herself stronger, and let herself accept everything calmly.

With such a character and such a will, it's a pity not to follow the way of the sword. She is as strong as her, as stubborn as her, and stubborn and refuses to give up.

In the Heavenly Purple Palace, Mo Yu stroked a thin sword and muttered to herself: "Jing'er hopes that you will not complain about being a teacher and let you embark on this road of no return" Her eyes gradually looked into the distance and drifted, as if nostalgic, but also seemed to be unshakable determination.

It's always her selfishness, when have they lost to others in their Mo family's swordsmanship? It's just that at the beginning, her elders took pity on her and did not force her to embark on this difficult path.

Now that I think about it, if she had chosen sword cultivation at that time, would everything not have been like this?

With a light sigh, her gaze began to drift, and her expression became more and more trance-like, and after half a sound, she finally made up her mind, and with a flick of her long sleeves, the thin sword that had just made her haunted disappear without a trace.

The door of the Heavenly Purple Hall slowly closed, and a figure sitting inside all the year round was gradually isolated by the delicate mahogany door.