Warm purple light filtered through the cracks in the windows, and small freaks of light dotted the neat room.

This is the first ray of sunshine in the morning, that is, Hongmeng purple gas! This is the most suitable time of day for cultivation.

In the middle of the room, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the bed with his upper body naked, his hands clasped, and a strange knot in front of him, his eyes closed, and his breathing was steady and powerful.

He is Lin Fengjiao, the head of the Maoshan faction, that is, the ninth uncle.

His chest was slightly slight, and between his breaths, there was a great sense of rhythm, and as the cultivation time passed, a faint air flow gradually formed in the air, and the air flow slowly approached, and finally followed his breath and drilled into his body.

These air currents are the aura of heaven and earth!

The aura enters the body, constantly converts into its own mana, and then returns to the dantian.

As if sensing the increasing mana in his body, the corners of his mouth rose to reveal a shallow smile of relief.

Tasting the sweetness, Uncle Nine did not stop there, his eyes were still closed, the handprints on his fingertips did not move at all, he concentrated his energy, maintained the best cultivation state, and continued to greedily absorb the aura until the purple glow in the sky dissipated.

"The cultivation speed is more than twice as fast!" Uncle Nine exhaled a breath of turbid air and muttered to himself.

Before the sun had risen this morning, Wan Gu and Bai Daoren left silently.

Last night, Uncle Nine absorbed the medicinal power of the quenching body fluid, and after the mana increased greatly, the Bai Dao people passed on some secret methods, forbidden techniques, and cultivation experience to him.

Not only has his mana increased greatly now, but it won't be long before he learns those secret methods, and his strength will increase geometrically.

If the aura is sufficient, coupled with his extraordinary talent, it is not impossible to break through to the realm of refining qi and transforming gods.

He shook his head, got up and got dressed, and then went to the two apprentices' rooms to wake up the two who had been asleep until dawn......

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On the other side, after the two of them left, they walked all the way east, in the direction of the coast, and it is unknown whether they will eventually arrive there.

For Wangu, it is best to be Shanghai, because Shanghai's economic development is still good at this time.

He had already asked about the date, and it was 1929, two years before Japan invaded the three northeastern provinces.

Although it is now modern times, Xiangxi is the southwest region, so what Wangu sees is basically ancient buildings and ancient clothing.

However, short hair cutting has become popular, and the streets are everywhere, and even monks like Bai Dao people who have been in retreat for a long time still have long hair.

Of course, Wangu also has long hair, but it's just a long hair shawl.

The two of them, one old and one young, are both dressed as Taoist priests.

Wan Gu was wearing the golden silkworm robe, delicate and beautiful, with a hint of majesty in his eyebrows.

The Bai Dao people were wearing a simple cyan robe, which looked old, but it was outlined with fine lines, and anyone who knew how could see that this was not an ordinary robe.

"Senior Brother Wan, how many disciples do we have in the Heavenly Palace Sect?"

"How many Heavenly Palace forces rank in Kunlun?"

"Are there immortals in Kunlun?"

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Along the way, Bai Daoren gave full play to his nagging skills in every detail, and asked a few words if he had anything to do.

In this regard, Wan Gu had some perfunctory replies in addition to the first few days, and he didn't stop until Wan Gu couldn't bear it anymore and didn't pay attention to it.

Of course, along the way, Wan Gu not only saw his words and nagging skills, but also saw his Taoist skills.

One of the things that surprised Wan Gu the most was that this Bai Dao person could also 'Lightning Rush Thunder Fist', and cultivated the 'Lightning Thunder Fist' to the realm of Dacheng, and could summon heavenly thunder for his own use.

The rolling thunder was like a well-behaved child in his hands, at his mercy.

Once, they encountered a wave of bandits and bandits who did nothing but wipe out a village of 100 families.

The Bai Dao people couldn't see it, so they directly used the Dao technique to summon the heavenly thunder, and a 'lightning thunder fist' went down, and destroyed a cottage of fifty or sixty people.

That scene is simply stunning!

Wangu now feels his scalp tingle just thinking about the scene at that time.

Countless arm-sized thunderbolts fell from the sky, penetrating the heavens and the earth, and under the lightning and thunder, the soul could be destroyed.

Since then, Wan Gu has known the strength of this Bai Dao man, if he is not prepared, he may have to be planted in the hands of the Bai Dao man.

Ten days later, the two traveled thousands of miles, passing through a village.

This village was filled with an uncomfortable atmosphere, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that under the sun, the village was gloomy and full of heavy yin.

It's a village full of demons and monsters.

When he met such a village, Bai Daoren couldn't stand it the most, so he immediately walked towards the village.

Walking into the village, I really felt that the surroundings were cold, and those with slightly worse physique were estimated to have goosebumps, and the villagers had a sad look on their faces.

The villagers looked at the two Taoist priests, one old and one young, with strange faces, and some even followed them quietly, and some opened their mouths to speak, but finally shook their heads.

Seeing this, the two walked around the slow village.

After a while, an old man dressed relatively neatly and neatly came down to the two of them surrounded by a group of villagers.

None of them were armed, and the old man in the lead had a friendly face and a yellow complexion, so he should not have come to look for trouble.

Sure enough, although the old man led someone to block their way, he respectfully bowed his hand, forced a smile on his face, and asked, "I don't know where the two Dao Masters came from and where are they going?" ”

The Bai Dao man, who had already made up his mind to help, remained silent, and also replied with a salute, saying: "It's just a cultivator who travels all over the world, the Taoist doesn't dare to say it, I don't know what important things are waiting for, why are you blocking our way?" ”

The old man was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, but he bowed again, and looked up at the sky: "Since the two Taoist leaders are passing through here, it is also fate, the little old man sees that it is getting late, why don't you two rest in this village and leave another day, how about it?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Bai Daoren nervously, for fear that he would refuse, but he didn't know that this was exactly what Bai Daoren wanted, plus the two of them had been bumpy all the way for a long time, and they had long wanted to rest.

However, the final decision is in the hands of Wan Gu, and the Bai Dao people can only look at Wan Gu and wait for Wan Gu's decision.

Seeing this, Wan Gu pretended to hesitate for a moment, then looked up at the sky, and then bowed back and said, "It's okay, then it's going to bother the old man." ”

He knew something had to happen in this village.

And that kind of experience was exactly what he lacked.

What he lacks is the experience of using Dao magic to fight demons and monsters.

Of course, there is also the fact that they don't want to see these poor villagers suffer so much, and at the same time accumulate some yin virtue for themselves.

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly turned around and said a few words, and the many villagers around him immediately dispersed and left one after another.

Immediately, the old man led the two of them towards their home.

"The little old man's surname is Chen, Tian is the head of the village, he read for a few days when he was a child, his husband is named Chen Zhongxin, the eldest in the family, and now he is old, but no one has called this name for a long time. You can just call me Old Man Chen. ”

The old man said and laughed dryly, but the sorrow hidden in his smile was obvious, and there was a faint sadness.

The old man was hospitable along the way, and he kept talking, and Wan Gu and Bai Dao people could only politely agree.

Perhaps because of the inland villages, the villagers here are still largely living an ancient way of life.

The only difference was that the whip was cut, and the men all wore short hair.

Soon after, the three of them stopped in front of a courtyard with a few thatched huts, poorly built but spacious, with cows and horses fed in the shed next to them, and the smell of cow dung could be smelled from a distance.