Ningzhou is a dangerous place, still in the south. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Since ancient times, the clouds have been swirling, and the strange peaks are hidden in the mist, and it is difficult to see them.

A big river, said to be sweet, such as the white practice of the lock, between the knot and the ridge, go east.

The left bank of the lower reaches of Tiangan, a flat land boundary, livable and suitable for farming, the southerners gather here more, often trade with Ningzhou City, gradually become civilized and rich, and now become a big town in Chuanping.

The official road from Ningzhou City to the south, to the end of Chuanping Town, if you go further south, there is no smooth road, are wild and treacherous, bloodthirsty barbarians are rampant, there are more enchanting beasts infested, there is no bit of cultivation, and they dare not wade lightly.

Around the town of Kawasei, there are several natural villages scattered among which fishermen, farmers, hunters, and people who have escaped the world are hidden in them.

The southernmost ferry village, near the jungle, along the trail for seven or eight miles, there is a grass hut, the villagers say that the "Heavenly Master" is living here.

Behind the grass hut, there is a meadow, it is summer, full of vitality, like felt, under the shade of the tree, there is a young man, snoring and sleeping, with a smile on his face, maybe he has a good dream.

It was hot at noon, Yun Yi practiced the introductory exercises, and felt sleepy, thinking that the master must also doze off, which would snort in the house, so he was lazy, hid in the shade and closed his eyes, and ordered the "six petals" to sentry, and there was movement to wake him up.

Beside the young man, guarding a half-meter-high flower, green stems and pink calyxes, standing slim, looking carefully, a vague human face turned into a blurred face in the stamens, with a slight tender smile, and took care of the young man tightly, and the six petals shook and shook to fan him.

Suddenly, Hua Rui's face became nervous, and he cranked hard, and kept beating Yun Yisui's face, although he got the pollen on his head, he never woke up the young man.

"Don't make a fuss, Liupetal, when I wake up, I'll play with you again. The boy rolled half to the right side, fell asleep again, and one ear was grabbed by a big hand and lifted up with force.

"Yo yo yo, it hurts, it hurts. Yun Yisui got up with his ears, his mouth kept shouting, and his voice changed his tone.

"Pain, why don't you have a long memory?" an old voice sounded, full of reproach.

"Master, let go, don't dare again. Yun also begged for mercy.

"Don't dare to do it again, this sentence, you have three hundred and sixty days a year, all on your lips. The old man was dissatisfied.

"If you talk about it again, you will become a rabbit. Yun Yi grinned.

"Hmph!" the old man let go of his hand, put it behind his back, and urged, "Why don't you hurry up and practice?"

The old man's name is Zhao Liren, his hair is tied in a bun, a wooden hairpin is inserted obliquely, he has a thin black skin, a pair of eyes are clear, shining with a trace of essence, there are a few strands of yellow beard on his chin, he wears a linen sleeveless short liner, and the skin and flesh on his arms are a little loose.

"What's the fun of practicing every day?" Yun Ye muttered.

"Boy, this is for your good, the young man doesn't work hard, and the boss cries. Zhao Liren hated the young man for being ignorant, and poured out the benefits of cultivating the introductory exercises, such as a few family treasures, and the clouds that listened to it also became calloused with his ears.

The full name of this introductory exercise is "Cutting Turbidity and Washing the Marrow Divine Skill", which is a compulsory course for the disciples of the Taihuaguan of the great sect of cultivating immortals in the past, and ordinary people can't see the way. At the beginning of the practice, it was really tormenting, and every time I had to maintain half a moment of action, I only felt that my skin was itchy and sore, and I wanted to die. But gradually, you can experience the benefits, the turbidity in the body is gradually discharged, it becomes clear and smooth, and the blood is as if it has been washed over, reborn, and reborn.

"As long as you practice to the first level, you can feel the difference, the turbidity is removed, and the person with a clean body can absorb the yang yuan between heaven and earth, and become extraordinary, don't look at you are only fifteen, and two or three strong men will not be your opponents. The master said the benefits and tempted the apprentice, "Look at me again, if you practice to the third level, you can prolong your life, more than ninety, just like fifty." ”

"Yes, yes, the master is amazing, rejuvenated, and childish, but have you ever calculated an account?" Yun Yisui asked, tilting his head.

"What kind of account, we are immortal cultivators, do we want to be Mr. Bookkeeper?"

"Listen to my calculations, calculate clearly, you don't have to regret crying your nose. Yun Yisui insisted.

"I'm crying nose? It's a joke, and I can still be bluffed by your yellow-mouthed child, you name it. The old man was not convinced.

"Master, you said that if you practice the divine skills of this sect and cultivate to the third level, how many years can you live?"

"I think I can be one hundred and fifty or sixty years old. ”

"Okay, one hundred and sixty years old, but how long does it take you to practice every day?" the young man asked again.

"Four hours. ”

"Not counting sleep, the daylight is only eight hours, that is to say, practicing for two days is equivalent to wasting a day, right? Because when you practice, you don't feel at ease, you just suffer from sin. Yun Yi said, "One hundred and sixty years old, take half of it, it is eighty years." Master, you have spent 80 years practicing power consumption, and you have lived to 16, I don't practice, I am at ease every day, I am in a good mood, I may not live 9100, the time we got is actually about the same, and you have suffered 80 years of sins in vain, which is simply miserable. Therefore, it is better not to practice at all, and it is useless to practice it. ”

Zhao Liren was stunned for a moment, and wanted to find words to refute it, but he had no way to deal with it for a while, so he had to scold angrily: "False reasoning and heresy! I am not diligent, and I still think nonsense, if I don't exert my strength, I will beat you with a stick." ”

"I'm interested in practicing, okay?" Yun Yi said casually, "If you teach me the magic of demon receptivity and catch a little flower demon like Sixpetal, I promise that I won't be lazy." ”

"What kind of interest is not interested? This immortal cultivation must be gradual and not fast, and the introductory exercises are not the second level, and you can't learn demon magic. Zhao Liren said with a cold face, he saw that the apprentice kept pushing and shoving, and wanted to find the stick.

"I practice, don't be rough. Yun Yisui was afraid that the master would be really angry, so he hurriedly straightened his expression and posed, "But you have to promise me to tell me the story of our Taihuaguan in the evening." ”

"Let's talk about it in the evening, don't be noisy. Zhao Liren stared at Yun Yisui's for a while, and walked to the house alone, he knew in his heart that although the young man was a little lazy, after cultivating a set of exercises, he would still stick to the end, and he would not care about him anymore.

Fifteen years ago, in this barren forest, he picked up an abandoned baby, and now that he has grown up, Zhao Liren only treats him as his grandson, and he can't bear to let him suffer too much.

Yun also followed the scorching sun, palms to the sky, and said in his mouth: "Optimus style." ”

Although the six petals can't be spoken, he is already a flower demon with human nature, and he is also learning from the appearance of a teenager next to him, and he will put his pink petals to meet the dazzling sun.