"You have a variety of strange substances, coexisting without blending, passively stimulating, but not under your control. The white light statue said in a deep voice.

Tian Nongxiang looked at him in amazement, he didn't expect that after being together for a while, this master of Xinbai would spy on him so clearly, and hurriedly nodded and said, "I noticed it a long time ago, and I was worried about it. ”

The white light statue stared at him for a long time before speaking, "From now on, concentrate on cultivating the Ancient Xuanjing, and no other spells can be cultivated until you are promoted to the Scattered Realm." ”

"Why?" Tian Nongxiang was puzzled, wasn't it true that the more spells he cultivated, the better? Not to mention that he hadn't had time to cultivate the Heaven Sweeper he had just learned in the Demon Cultivation Pond.

"The law of the emperor, the strongest method of forging the body, this method is complete, and all techniques can be controlled. The master paused, "If this technique is not refined, and the method of touching the hands is complicated, then you will give up the basics and seek the end, do you understand?"

Tian Nongxiang thought for a while, and then felt reasonable, then smiled and said honestly: "In fact, the original copying of the Taigu Xuanjing was actually the holy character script in the body, and I didn't get much, until this time, what I knew was only a small part. Besides, the rune is sometimes visible and hidden, and it will not be deduced downward unless there are special circumstances, and there is nothing I can do. ”

The white light statue smiled slightly, so it is so, no wonder how can he copy the Xuan Jing at a young age, and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, then start running now, I will help and force it to deduce down." ”

Tian Nongxiang nodded, then calmed down and began to run the Ancient Xuan Sutra.

The true currents in the body converged, and a blue dragon loomed, circling around the Ten Thousand Extinction Divine Lamp......

An hour had passed, and he had run the part of the Sutra he had learned three times. However, the "holy" character in the body is still silent.

Tian Nongxiang couldn't help but be anxious, didn't the master say that he wanted to help him stimulate the "sage" character text, but why was there no movement?

After a little distraction, the Xuan Jing stopped, and his breath paused slightly.

At this moment, the white light statue stretched out a finger, and a white light pierced the night and went straight into Tian Nongxiang's body.

With a buzz, Tian Nongxiang's true current reversed, and an unprecedentedly powerful force turned over the river and the sea in his body.

Then, the white light set off a boundless wave of qi within him, churning and shooting towards his Faji.

Tian Nongxiang's body trembled, as if it were to be shattered. At this moment, the "saint" character text that had been silent burst up, pulling the dragon to roar upwards and crash into the air waves.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang inside him. Under the collision of the huge force, the "Sheng" character script moved rapidly, and the previous trajectory Tian Nongxiang was already extremely familiar, and after the known part of the operation was completed, he continued to move downstream along the unfamiliar one.

At this moment, Tian Nongxiang did not dare to urge the Xuan Jing on his own, endured the pain in his body, and spied on and Mo to remember the direction of the runes.

This time, the "sage" character text runs down the Xuanjing for a long time before starting over.

Once, twice......

Before he knew it, the holy talisman had been running in his body for fifteen or sixteen days.

Tian Nongxiang's body has regained its calm, and the true current that the master inspired him has also disappeared. At this time, Tian Nongxiang had already memorized the part of the scriptures where the "sacred" talisman operated.

When the "sage" talisman disappeared, Tian Nongxiang did not dare to stop, and began to urge the Xuan Jing on his own to confirm the passage of scripture that he had just peeked into.

Time passed little by little, and before he knew it, Tian Nongxiang had already run the scriptures he had revised for more than 100 weeks.

When you stop the Xuan Jing and open your eyes, the sky is already bright. I don't know when I was already in the house, and the master was no longer here, leaving me sitting alone on the stone steps.

I was clearly sitting in the courtyard with my master, but I didn't know when I came into the house. Get up and move your hands and feet as you look around.

The whole room was empty, except for a portrait hanging on the wall of the house, with a jade face and a white robe, holding a paper fan, standing sideways, and looking straight ahead, but no matter which direction it was, it would feel that the person in the portrait was looking at him.

Tian Nongxiang was very curious and looked at the person in the painting. I vaguely felt that this person seemed to know him, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it.

At this moment, I only heard movement outside the courtyard, turned around and looked, only to see a forty-year-old monk in his forties, with a blue robe and a brown beard, looking strange.

When he entered the room, he did not say a word, but bowed respectfully to the portrait. Then he got up and said to Tian Nongxiang: "Let's go, the pavilion master will let me take you down the mountain!"

Tian Nongxiang was very curious when he saw his strange behavior, pointed to the portrait and asked, "Who is he?"

"Ancestor!" the man cherished words like gold.

Tian Nongxiang's heart moved. Could it be that the person in the painting is a statue of white light? No wonder I feel a sense of familiarity.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly stepped forward to buckle his head, "Thank you for your advice!"

After saying that, he got up and left the courtyard with the blue-robed monk.

Along the way, Tian Nongxiang asked this and that, and felt new about everything. The blue-robed monk was silent, and only said "his name is Cao Huzi", and there was no more speech.

"Cao Huzi, why do you call such a stupid name!" Tian Nongxiang deliberately teased, trying to provoke him to speak.

And Cao Huzi didn't open his mouth except for glaring at him.

Tian Nongxiang was deeply bored.

Cao Huzi usually doesn't like to talk, but it is even worse at this time. Because he was troubled in his heart. At his own age, although the seniority in this Lingyun Pavilion is not high, it is not too low, and he is often called "Uncle Shi" when he sees a young man.

Because the pavilion master and the six elders stopped accepting disciples many years ago, as long as the realm of the monks in the pavilion reached the condensation realm, they could accept disciples. New disciples usually worship under the doors of these people.

But two years ago, that rule was broken. Because that year, the pavilion master accepted the little princess of Yanguo as an apprentice, and for a while, he had more uncles and ancestors. Although I was not angry in my heart, I couldn't help it, although the little princess had a low cultivation, she was the daughter of Emperor Yan after all, and she had an identity there, and she didn't stay long in Lingyun Pavilion before returning to China.

And this time, it made him even more angry, and he had already begun to doubt that he was born.

What is the name of this person next to him? Damn, Mrs. Uncle Ancestor. Can you bully people like this? This requires a mouth, and it doesn't lose a person? How can you call it out? Besides, this Han Qi, who has a low cultivation, although he is only scattered and returned to the realm, but this fucking "wife, uncle, and ancestor" is not as good as himself. He was very angry and speechless, so he didn't bother to take care of the farmer.

Along the way, over the mountains and mountains, there are more than 1,000 miles. Tian Nongxiang was greatly stunned, a Lingyun Pavilion could be so vast.

But Cao Huzi has a different taste in his heart. Because in order to give this guy with a very high rank and a strange low cultivation a dismount, he deliberately led him to turn around and jump up and down. Besides, along the way, he urged his mana to jump quickly, and he did his best.

Unexpectedly, the inconspicuous guy next to him was unhurried, followed closely by his side, not only did not ask him to slow down, but asked this and that, as if he was normal.

In this way, Cao Huzi wondered in his heart. Strange things happen all year round, and this year came to my house.