Ancient Sword Gate Scripture Pavilion.

It's been three days since I came back from Dahuanxi Temple, and Xia Ji has not been idle in the past three days, and has been collecting happy sand.

Under the ginkgo tree, Xia Ji sat cross-legged, telling a story, surrounded by five children, and Guoguo was among them.

"It is said that the tiger demon is eight feet long, the waist circumference is also eight feet, the body is white-haired, the eyes are like lightning, the mouth is like a blood basin, and the tail is like a whip......

Seeing a few children listening carefully, Xia Ji was secretly proud, it seemed that he still had some talent for storytelling.

“...... Xiao Huo shouted, the tiger demon was hungry and thirsty, pressed his two claws on the ground, and pounced down from mid-air, Xiao Huo saw the tiger demon pounced, picked up the long sword with both hands, and used all his vitality to cut the tiger demon into two with one sword!

"Okay, good, Brother Xiao Huo is so good, so good!" a little boy jumped up for joy.

"I know that Brother Xiao is the most powerful, and I want to become a genius like my brother when I grow up. A little girl with a runny nose said.

A few grains of happy sand flew out of the child's body and merged into the happy ball in Xia Ji's body, and this story was worth the ticket price.

"Uncle Xia......" Guoguo said weakly.

"Call brother. Xia Ji said.

"Okay, uncle," Guoguo's big eyes were a little worried, "Brother Xiao killed the tiger demon, the little tiger can't wait for his mother at home, will he be in a hurry?"

"No, because Xiao Huo killed the whole tiger family. Xia Ji smiled.

Guoguo was stunned for a moment, then flattened his mouth and cried: "Don't kill the little tiger! The little tiger hurts! Don't kill the little tiger!"

As soon as Guoguo cried, as if it was contagious, the other children also began to cry.

"Don't kill the little tiger!"

"The little tiger is so cute, why kill the little tiger?!"

"You lie, Brother Xiao looks so handsome, how can he kill the little tiger?!"

Several children cried and screamed, tears and snot flowed together, and the scene was chaotic.

Xia Ji couldn't wait to slap his mouth, what to do with the whole family of the tiger, so he hurriedly went into the house and took a bag of candy, and even coaxed and deceived, and finally coaxed a group of children to burst into tears and laugh.

Sending away a group of little barbarian children, Xia Ji felt so tired that he lay on the ground and didn't want to move.

In the past few days, he has been collecting happy sand from children, who are easy to be happy and are excellent tool people.

But what puzzled Xia was that no matter how he collected, each person could not provide more than three grains of happy sand, and it would take a day before he could collect it again.

Xia Ji didn't know the reason, so he could only speculate that emotions were also a kind of energy, and if it was, energy was limited and could not be collected infinitely.

Xia Ji rested for a while, sat up cross-legged again, and began to meditate, a grain of happy sand moved into the dantian, which was slowly refined by Xia Ji and fused into his own martial arts energy.

Generally speaking, after entering the innate realm, it is necessary to meditate for a long time to guide the innate true qi to circulate in the body according to the Zhou Tian, and cultivate a mouthful of innate true qi, which will circulate in the body and never dissipate, which is the first layer of the innate realm.

After entering the innate realm, because of the continuous circulation of true qi, it is difficult to regress in cultivation, like Xiao Huo, if it is in the innate realm, there will be no such thing as being ridiculed for regression in cultivation.

When Xia Ji had just broken through the Innate Realm, he had reached the realm of the first layer, and now he was impacting the second layer.

Xia Ji practiced casually for a while according to the method of "Basic Internal Strength", and soon felt that his lower abdomen was swollen, and his true qi was overflowing, and after guiding his true qi to swim in his body for seven weeks, he felt that his whole body was warm, as if he was soaking in a hot spring.

At this time, the happy sand in the dantian was also completely refined, and Xia Ji did not hesitate to grab another happy sand and continue refining.

After the second happy sand was refined, a lot of dirt oozed from the surface of Xia Ji's body, and his skin turned a little whiter.

If this continued, Xia Ji continuously refined nine grains of happy sand, and he felt that the true qi in his body was pure and majestic, like an abyss and a sea.

Feel the true qi with your heart, and you can even faintly hear the sound of water, which is pure.

This is one of the characteristics of the True Source Realm, which is to refine the true qi into liquid, and the true qi in the body flows like jade liquid, which is called the true source.

But Xia Ji is not the True Source Realm yet, he has just rushed to the peak of the Innate Realm, and he can vaguely feel the threshold of the True Source Realm.

Ginkgo biloba pavilion cover, bright autumn.

Xia Jipan sat under the tree to practice, and occasionally fell leaves harassed, but he was as calm as water.

The door creaked open, and a beautiful young woman walked in softly.

"Auntie, you're here. ”

"I'm coming. ”

"You shouldn't have come. ”

"I'm here and here. ”

"You're here anyway. ”

"I must come after all. ”

Silence, short silence.

The young woman stared at the boy, he was very young, but his bald head, which no one would forget when he saw it, was as bright as a lamp.

Such a shiny bald head, no matter where it is, is like a firefly in the dark, it is so distinct, so outstanding, his melancholy eyes, and his embarrassed beard have a deep charm.

"Xiao Xia, why should I not come. Xie Shuang said.

"My aunt must have come to thank me, so why be polite. Xia Ji said.

"You're not very old, but there is a lot of truth. Xie Shuang said.

"Senior Sister Fang's body is settled?" Xia Ji said.

After the closure of the Great Huanxi Temple, Xie Shuang and Yang Anping refused the others, and the two took Yang Fang's body (only some hair and nails) back to their hometown and buried them in a tomb chosen by the couple.

"Thank you, you're all settled, listen to Senior Nephew Xiao, you like to read, don't you?" Xie Shuang said.

"Yes. ”

Xia Ji's predecessor liked to read, so he became the steward of the Scripture Pavilion, and Xia Ji practiced and often entered the Scripture Pavilion to read books.

"This deacon token is given to you, with the authority of this card, except for a few exercises such as the true biography of the master, most of the books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion can be read. Xie Shuang handed over a wooden box.

"This is exactly what I urgently need, thank you aunt!" Xia Ji was not hypocritical and took the wooden box.

Although Xia Ji was a small manager of the Scripture Pavilion, he did not have the permission to enter the upper floors of the Scripture Pavilion, where only the core figures of the sect could enter.

Moreover, the upper floors are guarded by special personnel, and the formation is also arranged, so it is not easy for Xia Ji to sneak in.

"I buried Fang'er by the sea, she loved the sea the most when she was alive, and my daughter can return to her hometown, thank you very much. Xie Shuang sighed faintly, and then left the small courtyard.

Xia Ji opened the wooden box, and there were two golden tickets pressed under the deacon authority token, one hundred and one, a total of two hundred gold coins.