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For more than a year, Mo Yi did not go out of Ruoxu Valley, but the master also enlightened himself, and after eating a mountain treasure cauldron with Mo Yi, he also began to study cooking skills. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but the "talent" of the weak-hearted elder in this regard is indeed outstanding! At least after Mo Yi almost returned to the embrace of the ancient gods, he said, "The gentleman is far away from the kitchen, and the ancients are honest and do not deceive me!"

As a result of the addition of a hobby of eating, the fish population in the small lake began to decrease rapidly, which inevitably caused the Elder to go down the mountain every once in a while to buy some live fish and reinvest them in the small lake to replenish it.

When the Elder Void Heart returned, he also had one more job, making a very special piece of metal into a spirit sword, which was a piece of cold iron sealed in ice. For a whole year, he had been concentrating on the creation of that spirit sword, and he was extremely attentive.

At the end of a full year, Mo Yi completed his last metamorphosis and began to let Yongquan perform the last consummation. At this time, Mo Yi imagined that there was almost no yellow sand in the space, and that the huge lake was surrounded by a large number of intertwined trees, and the lush greenery was covered with all the places that could be seen around it. The water vapour was so dense that the entire surface of the lake was covered in a faint mist.

He could also clearly feel that the torrent of essence qi in his lower abdomen was like a drum, and the abilities of his entire body had been transformed to a level far beyond that of ordinary Zhou Tian's realm, and all his senses, such as vision, hearing, and smell, were at least five times sharper.

The accumulation of more than two years is a long time, and the disciples who first entered the Guihai in the sect have already begun to try to enter the Shenzhao. Under the comfort of the master, he was not too confused, and he spent every day in his studies to the fullest. To say that what makes him strange is that the little fox he picked up, after being fed meat for more than a year, he has not grown up a point.

Now, he can finally try to storm the sea. Either way, he felt a little excited.

Those who return to the sea are the extension of the springs. The springs overflow and open up streams and rivers, and eventually return to the sea. The essence of the dantian is created and returned to the sea of qi, and the false and the true are turned into true qi.

The hallmark of this stage is that the essence in the dantian rushes out to the acupoint meridians between the qi sea in the chest, allowing the essence to flow up to the qi sea, and the qi sea runs to turn the essence into qi and produce true qi.

In Moyi's imagination, the overflowing water of the spring burst out of the embankment, and the mighty flood washed over the terrain, and the wide river washed out. At this time, Mo Yi finally understood the master's so-called words that water comes naturally, and the water of the river finally flowed to the lowest place between heaven and earth and began to stay, and a large amount of water flowed into the water surface to rise, and this was the sea.

A sea of spirit, steaming under the scorching sun. Suddenly the water vapor filled, leaving dross and filth behind. This steaming water is pure water, and it is true.

Mo Yi also clearly felt that his dantian was overflowing with essence, breaking through the meridians and injecting into the sea of qi. After removing the false and retaining the true, a special energy is born from the body, which is the true qi.

Exhaling slowly, Mo Yi opened his eyes, he was twelve years old this year. Compared to the children when he first came to Yixin Lingyun Pavilion, he is now six feet tall and is a teenager. The long ink-colored hair was neatly tied behind his head, and a white True Disciple sword robe made him tall and elegant. Removing the sunset moon from the wall, Mo Yi jumped down from the second floor and landed lightly on the ground.

Drawing the sword and rising, Mo Yi Yun lifted the Fufeng Heart Technique, and the faint white qi was wrapped in the blade of the sword; the move was like the wind and the sword was overflowing, and the eighteen potential Fufeng Sword Technique was extremely smooth in his hands, without the slightest sense of stagnation. After the swordsmanship practice, Mo Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, and always felt that a stone in his heart had finally fallen.

"That's right! The sword technique is like flowing water, but it is decent, but this sword qi is not mellow enough. ”

He was about to go to inform the master of the breakthrough and return to the sea, when a cold voice came. Mo Yi turned around quickly. At some point, a woman in a purple sword robe stood not far behind him, and this woman had a green silk hair combed into a flying cloud bun, and her face was arrogant. The purple sword robes represented the elders, although Mo Yi didn't know who it was, but he still took the sword in the top hat and saluted, and said in a low voice: "I've seen Uncle Shi." ”

"Hmm. The woman nodded, without any extra expression.

A white shadow flickered, and the weak-hearted elder came almost instantly. Looking at the purple-robed elder, he smiled faintly and said, "Senior Sister Xinmeng is so impatient, you must know that the spirit sword I promised you has just been made." ”

Saying that, Elder Xinxuan threw a long sword over, patted Mo Yi's shoulder with a light smile, and then introduced: "This is the master of Xiao Yue'er who once gave you a guide, Elder Xinmeng. ”

"Uncle Xinmeng. Mo Yi bowed his head again with his top hat, and Mo Yi couldn't help frowning slightly when he said it, if he said it, he tried his best to maintain it, but he could still feel that the estrangement between himself and her was increasing. At this point, he was not the same child as he was earlier, and he knew a lot of things in many books. In short, the problem between him and Ling Yue is not anyone's fault, it can only be said that ・・・・・・.

Elder Xinmeng glanced at Elder Xinxuan and drew out his long sword, which was more than three feet long, and the blade was as transparent as ice. The hilt of the sword is oddly shaped and made of white metal, with an elegant pattern carved and inlaid with a blue gemstone. As a chill from the sword suddenly struck all around, ice crystals flew on the narrow blade visible to the naked eye, and the cold air allowed Mo Yi to see his breath turn into white gas. Nodding slightly, she unsheathed the sword, and she threw it back to the Weak-Hearted Elder.

"What's the matter?, Senior Sister Xinmeng is not very satisfied with this sword?" Elder Xinxuan grabbed the spirit sword, and couldn't help but ask with a slightly strange look on his face.

Elder Xinmeng shook his head slightly, and sighed with a little helplessness on his face: "Among the best spirit swords, this sword is also rare and excellent, why am I not satisfied! ”

Senior sister, what does this mean?" Elder Xinxuan was quite puzzled by Elder Xinmeng's words, you must know that in order to make this spirit sword, he went to the northernmost ice of the barbarians to find materials, just to exchange Mo Yi for a sword case, could it be that there is a change in it?

Shaking his head slightly, Elder Xinmeng explained lightly with some embarrassment on his face: "A few days ago, dozens of inner disciples jointly went to Yixin Pavilion and put forward a plan to ask the head to reconsider the distribution of the [Kunzai Sword Box]; ”

Elder Xinxuan was choked by Elder Xinmeng's words, and said slightly angrily, "Oh, this is fresh, why haven't I, as one of the elders, received any news?"

"More than eighty percent of the elders present agree, what about you. Elder Xinmeng shook his head.

"I'm curious, which disciple has the energy to stir up the storm in the entire sect?" the weak-hearted elder asked with suppressed anger.

Xinmeng glanced at Elder Xinxu and sighed, "I'm ashamed to say that it's Ling Hai, the true disciple of the Inner Gate Elder, and my apprentice Ling Yue. ”

Mo Yi had been silent, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but clench the hilt of his sword. He also understood something from the words, and the master promised to help Uncle Xinmeng make the best spirit sword in exchange for a sword box, but because of the senior sister and Ling Hai, the matter had already been stopped. Master has been working hard for more than a year, and it has been even harder to go to the poor mountains and bad waters to collect materials, but he never thought that Master's hard work in the past two years would be in vain. Mo Yi was very unhappy with the master in his heart, and his dissatisfaction with the senior brother Linghai who he had never met was even stronger.