Retreat, as a way to greatly improve one's cultivation, was not common even among the ancient ascetics.

Things in the world are based on gains and losses, blessings and misfortunes, although there is not necessarily a harvest if you pay, but if you want to harvest, you must pay.

Compared with normal practice, the successful harvest of retreat can be described as huge, at least three or five times as much as normal practice, and many can even reach thirty times according to rumors, of course, this kind of perverse legend is accompanied by religious propaganda, and many people are skeptical about it, but the founder of this myth Burning the lamp to sweep the **, never defeated record also makes it impossible to refute the lies of Zen followers. But on the other hand, the cost of the retreat is just as great.

First of all, people who can't go to the valley are not qualified at all, and the retreaters who are starved to death can definitely become a classic laughing stock in the martial arts that has been passed down through the ages. This alone has killed the vast majority of martial artists, and Bigu itself is not of much benefit to fighting, in addition to the inheritance of the ancient cultivators, only the disciples of Zen, Esoteric, Monroe, Taoism and other sects still practice Bigu.

Secondly, retreat requires not only perseverance, but also a rock-solid mind. The mind of the retreat is not dim or bright, but between being awake and unconscious.

Speaking of sobriety, the mind of the retreater is in the true and false, ethereal imagination and illusion rippling, endless, ever-changing illusions with the awakening of the ** lurking in the depths of the heart and endless, the slightest shake in the heart will be invaded by the devil, lost in the illusion, to fake as true, completely lose control of the self's heart, even if the response is timely, can avoid the fate of sitting on the spot, the body will also suffer a lifetime of serious trauma.

If you can't bear loneliness and loneliness, if you can't bear loneliness and loneliness, if you can't bear loneliness, your heart will be lost, and you will lose your heart at best. This possibility, as the retreat progresses, becomes more and more serious, so much so that it has been said that after three years of meditation, you will become a Buddha without a single thought. In fact, even a great enlightened person like Monroe, Randen, and Dashura, who has cultivated a lifelong ascetic state of mind and is called a living Buddha, cannot achieve a three-year retreat without giving birth to a single thought, at most they can destroy their attachments at will, but when a thought is born, they will immediately kill it, without giving the demons a chance to make trouble.

The last point is the elusive understanding, the heart is closed, powerless to break, the heart is direct, and there is nothing else. If you want to break through your own heart, you can only rely on the Heavenly Dao that you have comprehended, push open the door you have set up, and no help can be done. As long as the retreat person does not comprehend the conditions for breaking the retreat and meets the requirements for exiting the retreat for a day, let alone cultivating for the sake of not wanting to make progress, it is impossible to forcibly withdraw from the retreat state.

Yi Tianxing is worried about the third point. Mu Yuelian is carrying the true legend of Xuandu, the art of Bigu is easy for her, a teenage girl, before the Shuzhou incident, in addition to going to school at home, she doesn't like to socialize, she has no interest in military, governing the country and other exhaustive disciplines, her mind is simple, ** is not strong, compared to the vast majority of people, she is much easier to overcome her inner demons, so retreat and practice is not a very dangerous thing for her. But this is an advantage as well as a disadvantage. Mu Yuelian has always lacked life experience, whether it is the experience recorded in books or the deeds of her own life, her understanding of this world is not deep and comprehensive enough, which will inevitably affect her comprehension of the way of heaven.

According to Yi Tianxing's speculation, Mu Yuelian should have reached the sky in an hour of time to get out of the customs, but now it has lasted for two hours and there is no sign of stopping, which on the one hand shows that Mu Yuelian's retreat is very successful and her skills are improving by leaps and bounds, but on the other hand, it proves that Mu Yuelian's state of mind has gone too far, and I am afraid that it has gone beyond her understanding.

Yi Tianxing can think of it, and Peng Bofu and other masters of the elder generation can naturally think of it, but this kind of speculation cannot be used as ironclad evidence, and they are not easy to talk about as outsiders, but they are worried in their hearts: "Miss Mu, don't go wrong at the last moment!"

Yi Tianxing stood in the middle of the road, glanced at the small hut on the top of the mountain worriedly, and suddenly saw the strange look on the faces of Peng Bofu and the others, and his heart suddenly froze: "I think this alone!" Thinking of this, his heart tightened: "How can this be good? Prevent Yuelian from continuing to improve and help her get out of the customs in advance? No, if we guess wrong, wouldn't it delay her! But if what we expected is true, if we indulge in this, Yuelian's skills will be refined this time, but it will bury the root of the instability of the Dao foundation for herself, which will affect the achievements of the other day." ”

Yi Tianxing was anxious for Yuelian, and his face involuntarily showed an anxious trance, which suddenly made dozens of young masters who were stopped by him look at it.

A white-faced scholar with faint air fluctuations around his body and a young samurai with a blue face and a heroic scarf on his head glanced at each other, nodded knowingly, and moved at the same time.

The white-faced scholar snorted, his body rose into the air, his arms were together, and the wind immediately blew on the mountain path, and six wind pillars rose to the sky, rotating and swimming, squeezing towards Yi Tianxing from six directions.

The young warrior didn't say a word, he rushed out like an arrow, his hands were divided, and the two hooks were up and down, and he slashed towards Yi Tianxing's throat and lower abdomen.

Yi Tianxing seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts, motionless in the face of the crisis.

Suddenly, the young samurai screamed loudly, let go of his double hooks, covered his stomach and fell on the mountain road and rolled around, his face suddenly changed from slightly blue to blue and red, as if he had been drunk.

Seeing this, the white-faced scholar trembled, and the momentum of the six wind pillars he manipulated suddenly weakened a lot, and his speed slowed down a bit.

Yi Tianxing looked up at him and sneered: "Cowardly as a mouse! Get out!" The last word was like a thunderbolt from the sky, exploding in the ears of the white-faced scholar, shaking his mind full of buzzing sounds, and his eyes were foggy. But surprisingly, the others just felt that Yi Tianxing suddenly raised his voice, but they didn't feel uncomfortable.

Yi Tianxing's hand followed the sound, and six palms in a row, slapped on the six wind pillars, and the beat was scattered on the spot, and then reached out, grabbed the throat of the white-faced scholar, and without waiting for him to wake up, he pushed him hard, and threw him on the young warrior, and under the violent impact of the two, they both let out a miserable scream, and involuntarily rolled down the mountain road.

"You have poisoned the road?" "Quickly remove the poison! You despicable villain!" The situation of the young samurai fell into the eyes of all the warriors on the mountain road, and they immediately saw that something was wrong, and they reprimanded one after another.

"Monkey drunk, which elder of my Poison Sect are you?" a shrill voice as sharp as the friction of gold and iron sounded, stopping everyone's accusations.

The eyes of everyone on the road were focused on the body of a yellow-faced young man, who was about twenty years old, with an ordinary face, and should have belonged to the type that no one noticed when walking on the street, but his clothes were embroidered with flowers, full of patterns such as scorpions, centipedes, and poisonous snakes, and with that strange and strange voice, it was difficult for people not to pay attention.

Yi Tianxing sighed: "It turns out to be the senior brother of the Poison Sect, I am not from your faction." However, I know Zhang Yan's predecessors from your family, for Mr. Zhang's sake, let me explain, the people on the mountain are my friends, and the rumors in the rivers and lakes are pure nonsense, I hope that my senior brother will give me a face, so let's go, don't hurt your friendship for this kind of false and inexplicable thing. ”

The yellow-faced young man's face changed when he heard this, and he sneered: "your friendship!" Lao Tzu is the ninth age of the Northern Poison Sect, not to mention that Zhang Yan is a member of the Southern Poison Sect, and it has nothing to do with me, even if I am a subordinate of the Southern Poison Sect, I don't need to sell Zhang Yan's traitor face! Hey, don't think that it's great to learn a few home remedies from Zhang Yan, let you see how powerful my Poison Sect descendant is!" With that, he raised his hands, and two puffs of white powder were sprinkled one after another, falling about ten meters in front of Yi Tianxing.

Suddenly, a barrier-like fire rushed up on the mountain road, and countless red powders appeared out of thin air, blending with the white powder, giving birth to brilliant flames, and after a while, the red and white powders disappeared at the same time as the firelight.

Xuan Jiuling strode towards Yi Tianxing: "Lao Tzu looks at you ......" suddenly shouted, jumped up, flew back, rolled to the ground as soon as his feet touched the ground, took off his shoes, rolled back to his original position barefoot, stood up and scolded: "Good boy, you still have poison!"

"Idiot!" Yi Tianxing rolled his eyes: "The poison I cast is not unusual, you can crack it slowly!" After that, he turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain, and when he turned around, he flicked the sleeve of his right hand backwards, and set up two more poison defense lines.

That Xuan Jiuling is the son of Xuan Linggui, the elder of the Northern Poison Sect, who is lazy and stubborn on weekdays, does not learn and has no skills, but relies on the fierce reputation of his father and his master, and his skills are very limited, so with his identity, he can't see Yi Tianxing's poison arrangement, and he has to see that someone is poisoned in order to launch drugs and crack the method. But in the end, he can't do it, he is from a famous family with drugs, he knows that detoxification is a thousand miles away, and if he is not careful, even the sect master of the drug sect will be killed on the spot, he has already fallen on the road once, where do he dare to play prestige again, retreat to the crowd, and never come out again.

The rest of the martial artists either didn't use poison well, or they had other plans, and they were even more reluctant to move forward, so after Yi Tianxing left, the mountain road was much calmer, and everyone stood in place, not daring to act rashly.

Yi Tianxing walked slowly all the way, came to the door of the small thatched hut, took a deep breath, and suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, his voice was high-pitched, piercing through the stone and gold, and confronted the dragon groaning from the small thatched hut.

Miaochen Daogu was shocked when she saw this: "Young Master Yi, what are you doing?" was about to step forward to stop her, but was stopped by Peng Bofu: "Senior sister, don't be impatient." ”

Miaochen Daogu pointed at Yi Tianxing: "But ......"

Peng Bofu said solemnly: "Senior sister, you should also see Miss Mu's problem, Yi Gongzi is helping her get out." ”

Miaochen Dao Gu said with a cloudy face: "But there is no definite number of such things, in case ......"

Peng Bofu interrupted: "So leave it to Yi Gongzi to deal with." When it comes to the results of cultivation, it is difficult for us outsiders to come forward, and Yi Gongzi made a decision immediately, which is the best result. Now we can only hope that our judgment and that of Yi Gongzi is correct. ”

Peng Yibi and Ning Luyi didn't know what was going on, so they hurriedly took the opportunity to ask for advice.

Miaochen Daogu said her guess, then sighed and said no more.

Ning Luyi was very angry when he heard this: "This is just speculation, how can you disturb people's cultivation because of your cowardice!" Saying that, a long sword was used, and the piercing technique was used, and he flew towards Yi Tianxing's middle acupoint, trying to stop his actions.

Seeing this, Peng Bofu's face sank, and he raised his hand to pull Ning Luyi back out of thin air: "Why are you so reckless, this kid? You must know that if we make a mistake in judgment, Miss Mu will only increase her strength for a few years, and if we judge correctly and do not help, Miss Mu will easily go crazy in the future! You are such an adult, between the interests and the stakes, you should be clear!"

Miaochen Daogu also scolded: "Lu Yi!

Ning Luyi was so angry that tears rolled in her eyes, she didn't dare to blame the two elders, but she turned her hatred to Yi Tianxing, and glared at Yi Tianxing angrily.

Yi Tianxingran knew that he was hated by Ning Luyi for no reason, and he was only dedicated to helping Mu Yuelian get out of the customs, transporting his true qi, and howling, he not only had to ensure that Mu Yuelian's groans were suppressed, but also gave Mu Yuelian the opportunity to express her chest, the voice was too loud to be good, and it was not good to be small, and he was conscientious and conscientious, walking on thin ice, and in less than a cup of tea, the tip of his nose was sweating, soaking wet, and physically and mentally exhausted, which was harder than fighting with a hundred and ten people.

On the other hand, Yi Tianxing suppressed Mu Yuelian's long chant, and the warriors on the mountain road heard it, and immediately aroused public anger: "This kid claims to be a friend of the owner of the thatched hut, and actually destroys the cultivation of the owner of the thatched hut!" "Everyone, follow me up the mountain and kill this person!"

Several indignant young masters rushed out first, they were afraid of the poison used by Yi Tianxing, one by one with poison-avoiding drugs in their mouths, all the way to open the way, who knew that they couldn't walk more than ten steps, they all screamed and fled back in a hurry, taking off their shoes like Xuan Jiuling to isolate the erosion of poison, but they didn't retreat in time, and their legs below the knees were already full of blisters like fire burns.

At this moment, in the thatched hut, the sound of the dragon's chant suddenly mentioned, Qingyue was loud, straight through the sky, and Yi Tianxing's majestic and long howl could not be suppressed.

Yi Tianxing was shocked when he heard this, although he didn't shut up immediately, he consciously lowered his whistle and let Mu Yuelian's long groan get louder and louder.

In a moment, the entire cool mountain top was covered by Mu Yuelian's dragon groan.

Suddenly, without warning, the groaning stopped.

From the extreme hustle and bustle to the extreme silence, the huge dedication made everyone on the mountain not relax for a while.

With a creak, the door of the hut was gently opened, and a cloud of dust was raised towards the door, like a dream of dust.