After the year, Li Yuanshu wanted to return to the Jade Fu Palace, and she could only say goodbye to Li Xuetian with tears.

Li Xuetian didn't have anything to give up, after learning that his mother was safe and sound and worshiped in the Jade Fu Palace, the worries in his heart disappeared, and he could cultivate with peace of mind.

After his mother left, Li Xuetian returned to the sect. After this cloud thief incident, he is even more desperate to desire power, and only by being stronger than others can his fate be in his own hands.

Most of the books on cultivation in the library pavilion have been turned over by him, although he is only now practicing the fifth level of martial arts, but how to condense the pulse dragon is already a problem worthy of attention.

"Snow days, you don't have to be in such a hurry, it's not uncommon for others to spend decades or hundreds of years breaking through the realm of minor monks. "Chen Lao sees everything in his eyes, he has countless experiences in his life, but he still doesn't know how to help Li Xuetian.

"I can figure out a way to untie my heart sooner. Li Xuetian immersed himself in reading ancient books and said, "Everyone else will improve, and I don't want to stay in the realm of martial arts forever." ”

Old Chen sighed and said: "This library pavilion in the outer courtyard is not as good as the inner courtyard, and the library pavilion in the inner courtyard is the real vast sea of books, maybe you can find the answer there." ”

Li Xuetian stopped and asked, "Is it possible that only inner disciples can go to the inner courtyard library pavilion?"

Chen Lao nodded: "So you don't have to waste time in the library pavilion now, when you enter the inner door, the things you can touch are far better than here, and there will naturally be a way to do it then." ”

When the outer disciples enter the inner courtyard, Li Xuetian still needs to wait for another two and a half years, and the time is not long, nor is it short. What Elder Chen said makes sense, after entering the inner courtyard, there is an opportunity to find a way to break through, and now the more important thing is to seize the time to ascend to the ninth level of martial arts, and when the inner gate assessment is completed, he can win the battle.

In the days that followed, in addition to his daily classes, Li Xuetian spent the rest of his time fighting in the illusion world and steadily cultivating. Since he learned to construct the Link, he has been able to practice some high-level exercises, but once the Link-Pulse disappears, the exercises cannot be used.

Although there are some flaws, Li Xuetian feels that this is also a great improvement, and he uses several more exercises, so as not to be too monotonous in battle in the future, and be identified as a weakness.

As for the killing technique, it was naturally the simplest and most brutal, and he gave his move a name, called One Finger Annihilation. Annihilation doesn't require much of anything, just know that it's meant to kill, and that's enough.

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After practicing in the illusion realm for half a year, Li Xuetian was unconsciously promoted to the sixth level of martial arts, and his pulse was already running freely, and he didn't need to divide much of his mind to last for about three days, and the power contained in it reached a half-step minor monk.

Li Xuetian was able to achieve such results, it can be said that he was piled up with spirit crystals, but now he is facing a problem, he has no money......

After reading so many books, he also recognized some of the items that the old gentleman left in the Rift Crystal, but their value was no longer measured by spirit crystals, but by reading crystals.

A piece of Nian Crystal can be exchanged for a thousand spirit crystals, but a thousand spirit crystals may not be exchanged for a piece of Nian Crystal, after all, Nian Crystal is the cultivation of strong people above the Broken Spirit Realm.

The value of the things left behind by the old gentleman is far beyond Li Xuetian's imagination, these are not the things he deserves to have now, but if he takes out one, I am afraid that the exchange will not be a spirit crystal, but an invitation from the king of Hades.

Now you need to find a way to earn spirit crystals, otherwise relying on the aura of heaven and earth alone, your cultivation speed will be much slower.

In the folk story, there is a sacred mountain where immortals live, mortals are not allowed to enter, and the mountain is foggy all year round, and its peak cannot be seen.

At the foot of the mountain flows a clear spring, and it is rumored that drinking its water often can get rid of all diseases. I heard that there were people who tried to find its source along the spring, and walked into this mountain, without exception, they got lost in the meantime, and only came out of the fog after seven days, and their expressions were decadent and trance, and they were seriously ill, and afterwards others asked them about the scenery in the mountain, but no one remembered.

Later, the mountain spring dried up, the clouds dispersed, and the holy mountain was nowhere to be seen, and beyond the hills, there was only a lake.

So there are two versions of the ending of the story about the Holy Mountain.

Some people firmly believe in the existence of the sacred mountain, and they believe that the immortals in the mountain have attained enlightenment and moved the sacred mountain, so that only a lake remains on the site of the sacred mountain.

Others believe that this is a fantasy and that there can be no immortals in the world. The spring water has dried up, and the fog has dissipated only due to geological changes and climate change, and there has never been a holy mountain in this place, only the illusion of mist rising from the lake.

Time passes, a story is a story after all, and its truth and falsehood have long been irrelevant, but occasionally become someone else's after-dinner conversation.

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Mr. Ye wants to meet an old man. The old man lived on the mountainside, and the mountain floated in the clouds.

He likes the peach blossoms in this mountain the most, strolling under the trees, and the sound of the piano in the distance is graceful and continuous, like being in a dream. Many years ago, Yu told him that one day the mountains would be full of peach blossoms, and the flowers would bloom again, and the seasons would continue. At that time, Mr. Ye didn't believe it, he felt that Yu's idea was very naïve and pathetic, and the peach blossoms only bloomed in spring......

Walking out of the peach forest, there is a large pond full of steam, and the lotus flowers in the water are swaying, like a group of beauties bathing and playing in the water. There is a wooden bridge on the pond, leading to the pavilion in the center, and under the shroud of mist, the figure of the person playing the qin in the pavilion can be vaguely seen.

Mr. Ye stood by the pool, he had seen this scene countless times, and he couldn't help but feel a little tired. He walked across the wooden bridge and sat across from Yu. Yu was wearing a clean white robe, with his hair in a bun, his eyes were lightly closed, the corners of his mouth smiled indifferently, his hands stroked the piano, and his hair fluttered with the sound of the piano.

A red carp jumped out of the pond, turned into a Tingting girl, smiled and saluted Mr. Ye, and poured him a cup of tea. After Mr. Yip thanked her, she turned back into a carp and jumped into the pond.

The sound of the piano continued, and Mr. Ye sat quietly and listened, he had long been accustomed to this, and he was used to not talking to each other.

The mountain has immortals, and the mountains in this cloud are full of spiritual energy, and the demons are easy to be born. The wind spirit wandering in the forest, the yellow warbler sleeping peacefully in the treetops, the sand spirit transforming into a demon in the valley, the carp demon jumping out of the pond, the lotus flower standing in the water with buds forever, and the largest peach tree standing on the top of the mountain. While Mr. Ye was intoxicated by this beautiful paradise, he was also a little uneasy in his heart, Yu, probably the immortal in this mountain.

"I didn't think you'd wake up. At the end of another song, the sky was getting dark, and Mr. Ye suddenly said, "You said you don't like this world, and I've been worried about when you'll die." ”

Mr. Ye's gaze rarely converged on the close point, looking into Yu's eyes, trying to see through his inner thoughts.

"I love the mountain. Yu stood up and beckoned, the clouds and mist gathered in his palms, like a child playing with a toy, "I don't know why I woke up, but since I'm awake, let's play again." ”

"As a friend, to put it mildly, I'd rather you never wake up. ”

"Haha, it's excessive, but now that I've woken up, I don't want to go back to sleep for the time being. Yu bypassed Mr. Ye and sat on the bench with his back against the pavilion pillar, not knowing what to think.

"We haven't had a drink together in years, right?" Yu said to Mr. Ye.

"Nowadays for us, wine is not intoxicating, it is bland and tasteless, what is the difference between drinking water. ”

"It depends on what kind of wine it is. The red carp told me that during my years of 'fugue', you have made a lot of wine and buried it in the cellar. Yu joked, "You stole a lot of peach blossoms from me!"

"If you don't say that I have forgotten, in that case, I will go and get it, and I will have a drink with you this time. ”

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For them, how drunk they are has nothing to do with how much they drink, it all depends on how much they want to be confused.

"You're badly hurt. ”

Mr. Ye smiled when he heard this, and drank all the wine in the cup, "Are you caring about me?"

Over the years, Mr. Ye would come to Yunzhong Mountain every once in a while to see Yu alive like a puppet, which had long become a habit for him. And Yu has always locked himself in his inner world, and has always ignored Mr. Ye's existence. I thought that the feathered into the mountain stone had no idea the warmth and coldness of human feelings, but unexpectedly, the mountain stone gradually came to life again.

"No, I don't care about you! You don't pretend to be sentimental, I care about the person who injured you, how strong he has to be!"

"Okay! when I didn't say anything. Mr. Ye glanced at him.

Yu pondered for a moment, "The night is still long, how about you tell me about your experience over the years?"

"You know, if you want to live long, you have to learn to forget a lot of things. Mr. Ye was already three points drunk, "Otherwise, if you have so many things in your head, you will go crazy." ”

"Come on, not everything can be forgotten, I'm curious who could make you like this?"

"I don't want to mention it. ”

"You really can't talk. ”

Since Mr. Ye didn't want to say, Yu didn't plan to continue asking.

"Then let's not talk, drink a bar!"

"Okay, cheers!"

Who in this world doesn't have a little heart!

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The sun is rising, and the sun shines through the mist in this poetic fairyland. Mr. Ye waved away his drunkenness and said goodbye to Yu.

"What do you think of this cloud mountain?"

Mr. Ye had only walked a few steps when he heard Yu's voice coming.

Yu Yan asked how the mountain was, but the feeling in the qi was asking how the world was.

"It's beautiful, it's the only place in the world. Mr. Ye stopped.

"There should be a lot of people who like such a beautiful place!" Yu laughed.

"At least I like it. ”

"Then you said that it would be nice if there were all such beautiful scenery in the world!"

"I don't know, but maybe the world is like this scenery but it doesn't reflect the beauty, don't try to change anything, the world has its own order. ”

"Yes, she has her order, we are all in her order, but why can't I change anything? We are all part of her, and my thoughts are not also her will!"

"Everyone has their own ideas, is it possible that everyone has her wishes?"

"Why not! You also have conflicts, after all, one thought regulates the others, so you can dominate yourself. ”

Yu pulled out the hairpin and threw it into the pond, his long hair was scattered on his back in the wind, and he looked up at the sky, the smile on his face was still the same, and the possessiveness in his eyes was undisguised.

"If my will prevails over the will of others in the world, am I not providential!"

A moment ago, his clothes were fluttering like a fairy, but now he is arrogant and presumptuous.

"You like to toss as much as you like, I can't stop you, and I won't help you. Mr. Ye paused, "I'll take a few jars of peach blossom stuff back to quench the thirst of the little ones in my shop......"

“...... You're ruining my atmosphere like this. ”

"You talk a lot yourself......"

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