Su Banxia and Wang Lin didn't embarrass Lu Kongqing.

After all, the two of them did come late, making everyone wait for a while.

The words that Lu Kongqing said before, both of them heard in their ears.

It's just that after Su Banxia heard this, he was really not very happy, so he could only let Wang Lin play a round.

Wang Lin followed Su Banxia's words and teased himself, but also relieved the embarrassing tension before.

Then the two explained:

"In Xia Wang Lin, although the generation is older than you, but it is also the first time to enter the mountain gate, Su Banxia's nephew was ordered to pick me up, I wanted to come by crane together, but I am mortal, I am indeed afraid of the bumps in the sky, there are many delays along the way, please don't blame."

"After a delay, Su Banxia is here to confess, junior brothers and sisters, then follow me up the mountain."

Lu Qingkong sorted out his thoughts at this time and arranged all the words he wanted to say.

But before he could open his mouth again, everyone had already gotten up and followed Su Banxia up the mountain ladder.

Lu Qingkong's chest was heavy, but he could only hold back the witty words he had finally come up with, and covered his head to keep up with the pace of the team.

Su Banxia led the way in front and called a woman who was quite similar to her to walk at the head of the team together.

Wang Lin took out the wine bottle, took out the beef wrapped in oil paper from the row wrap, hung it at the back of the line, and walked leisurely.

Before he could pull the wine stopper, Lu Qingkong, who was covering his head on the side, came up again:

"Senior nephew Lu Qingkong, I don't know what kind of realm Senior Uncle Wang is now, can you give me some guidance to my nephew?"

Although the tone was soft, there was no look of asking for advice on his face.

Lu Qingkong heard Wang Lin say that it was his first time entering the mountain, and he must have never experienced a trial, so he already despised this kind of backdoor-like behavior in his heart.

Not to mention that this uncle didn't even dare to ride a crane, and he was extremely timid, which made him more and more dissatisfied.

came forward, just to make fun of Wang Lin.

With his own mana, which can be regarded as good among everyone, he feels ashamed.

He is not the serious uncle and uncle in the door who has the cultivation of Jindan Yuanying, why can he open his mouth in front of him and close his mouth to his nephew, which makes him shorter.

Wang Lin frowned, took two steps back, worried that the other party's divine sense was stronger than his own, so he did not rashly use his divine sense to probe the details of this Lu Qingkong, and asked rhetorically:

"I haven't cultivated yet, I don't know what realm my nephew is now? It should be my nephew who instructs me a thing or two......"

As soon as he heard this, Lu Qingkong immediately raised his head and said wildly:

"In Xia Bucai, in the three-year illusion realm trial, I only gained the mana of the sixth layer of the Qi Cultivation Realm, although it is stronger than the worst fourth layer of Qi cultivation in the same class, but it is far less than the shocking eleventh layer mana of Senior Sister An Qianxue."

Wang Lin originally thought that the other party was so arrogant, he should rely on it, and some skills were, but he didn't think that this Lu Qingkong was only a sixth-layer mana in the Qi cultivation period.

Yesterday, the Hanshan monk said that the aura in his body was comparable to the eighth layer of qi training, and it was estimated that he would reach the ninth layer after drinking a few more days.

His heart was full of doubts, but seeing that Lu Qingkong's appearance did not seem to be concealing his own realm, he took a step forward and narrowed the distance between them to within one meter, and his divine sense shrouded his body.

While probing the details of the other party with a very high delay of divine sense,While casually praising the other party.。

Lu Qingkong was undisguised, and when he heard this little uncle praise himself a few words, he was overjoyed, and he forgot about the unhappiness with Wang Lin, and said happily to this little uncle:

"Uncle Shi, with all due respect, you're only on your first day!

"After all, it's not as good as those of us who have been in contact with cultivation in the illusion for more than three years, and we must cultivate diligently in the future, so as to confirm the name of this uncle, hahaha, let's use less wine and meat, so as not to delay your cultivation."

Then there was a burst of gushing, good teacher-like guidance and teaching.

Wang Lin couldn't interrupt this piece of kindness, so he could only listen to him talk about the arduous cultivation experience in the trial illusion realm.

But the more I listened, the more wrong I realized.

Breathing and practicing qi refers to being motionless for at least 20 hours a day, never stopping to repeat boring work, and running the exercises with high intensity.

Refining the body refers to the use of various methods of self-harm and self-abuse while keeping the exercises running, including but not limited to: roasting one's flesh with a high-temperature flame, surviving in extremely cold and low-temperature conditions, and feeling the pain of venom melting one's muscles and souls while bathing......

This process of cultivating immortals sounds too painful.

Shi Zhile said that the Pure Yang Palace is the authentic Xuanmen and the holy land of sword cultivation, but how can it look the same as the third-rate masochistic demon gate now?

"Nephew, you...... No, Brother Lu, have you always cultivated like this? ”

Lu Qingkong heard him call himself a brother, and his heart suddenly became a lot happier, feeling that his efforts just now had finally paid off, although there was still a little problem in terms of seniority, but he finally felt a qualified and respectful attitude from him.

"Huh, scared? Where is this, but it is just some ordinary daily life, far less than the hardships that those who are stronger endure on a daily basis. ”

Wang Lin saw that his serious narration did not seem to be exaggerating the facts, and his heart was suddenly full of puzzlement, and he asked in surprise:

"Could it be that the cultivators in this world are living so miserably?"

When Lu Qingkong was just about to open his mouth to tell what kind of scene those Tianjiao cultivation were like, the words in his mouth were all suppressed by Wang Lin's word "miserable", and those painful experiences were remembered in his mind.

"Miserable? Hmph, I hope that after you get started, you will have the same attitude towards your own practice! ”

Then, like a victorious rooster, he pretended to run back to the middle of the team easily, and boasted to the senior brothers and brothers who were familiar with him before.

Wang Lin felt that he was very funny, and chuckled a few times in place before continuing to walk forward.

He had just discovered that the mana in Lu Qingkong's whole body added up to only one-tenth of the aura in his body.

There is a difference of two realms, and the difference in mana is ten times, and it seems that the difference in mana in each realm is more than three times.

If the spring color of the hundred flowers in the gourd has not been drunk, only more than ten sips will be worth Lu Qingkong's three years of hard work, day and night.

Seeing that he looked proud of his own cultivation in the team and quite complacent, Wang Lin couldn't help laughing.

Wang Lin also didn't understand, what did he end up with as he said, and what did he cultivate?

Even if you have attained a thousand-year lifespan, but nine out of ten of your lives are spent in the retreat room, what is the point of such a life?

Su Banxia, who was leading the way in front, suddenly frowned, his ears moved slightly, and he heard the sound of boasting from dozens of meters away, constantly wafting out of the team.

She has only been a beginner for three or five years, and although she has not yet cultivated her divine sense, she can only observe the situation of the team with her eyes and ears.

But with her perfect cultivation of Qi training, just using her five senses was enough for her to control all movements within a hundred meters.

Looking back, it was actually Lu Qingkong again, talking about others unscrupulously in front of the mountain gate, boasting about himself, and suddenly felt annoyed by his arrogant appearance.

"Uncle Wang, don't pay attention to his gossip,"

Su Banxia condensed his breath and flashed in front of Wang Lin in an instant.

This little uncle had taken care of himself, and in order to save him some face, Su Banxia deliberately lowered his voice and comforted him softly.

Wang Lin didn't care, just smiled and didn't speak, looking around, planning to use the unique scenery in Taiheng Mountain to accompany the wine.

Su Banxia saw that he was quite interested, and he didn't seem to be affected by the previous words, and was still enjoying the surrounding mountain scenery, so he didn't persuade him more, and after giving a salute, he silently returned to the head of the team.

Wang Lin took out the food and followed the end of the team alone, eating as he walked.

looked at An Qianxue, who was small in front of him, and didn't know what kind of cultivation process he had endured, but now he had the eleventh layer of Qi cultivation realm, and sighed secretly in his heart:

——The world of cultivating immortals is really treacherous, and you can't underestimate others.

............

At noon, although it was already time to eat, except for Wang Lin, dozens of beginners had no intention of preparing to eat.

After all, the immortal gate is close at hand, who can take care of eating and drinking, just not eating, it's not a big deal.

He didn't know if others were also hungry, whether they were starving in order to ascend the immortal gate.

I just knew that I was really hungry and had to eat something.

For Wang Lin, the loss caused by not eating a meal is unacceptable no matter what.

He took out a wine gourd in his left hand, drank the turbid and sour rice wine that he had brought for a few pennies or two at the entrance of a nearby village, grabbed a few pieces of braised pork with his right hand, put them in his mouth, and chewed on the strong beef tendon and beef tendon.

When the wine enters the throat, it turns into a rolling aura, filling the consumption caused by the attack just now, and the beef swallowed is comparable to the dragon liver and phoenix marrow, which makes the qi and blood in the body increase dramatically, and the body becomes more and more powerful.

The mellow aroma of the wine mixed with the fresh aroma of the braised pork not only adds a bit of flavor to the meat fat in the mouth, but also makes its own strength increase to an exaggerated degree.

Wang Lin drank wine leisurely in the back, like an outing, enjoying the scenery on the mountain.

The team in front of them was walking faster and faster, and everyone was eager to seek the Dao, as if they couldn't wait to ascend to the Immortal Gate, and then start that extremely arduous cultivation journey.

Wang Lin hung at the end of the line, his unhurried pace like a wall, separating himself from the crowd.

The people in front want to get to the top quickly, and the people in the back just want to see the scenery on the mountain road, drink wine, and eat meat.

The mountain road was so long, and everyone walked in a hurry, and it was soon finished.

It's just that I don't know how many people can understand the good intentions of the head of the sect to arrange for them to climb the mountain gate in person.

When everyone looked up, there was a magnificent mountain gate and a simple and huge stone monument.

There is a plaque hanging on the mountain gate, the background color is royal blue, and the three golden characters of "Chunyang Palace" are painted.

There was a Taoist standing in front of the door, and I don't know how long I had been waiting. Seeing the disciples coming, he slowly stretched out a finger.

From between the fingernails flew a grate, white and gold, about three inches long.

The grate flew on its own, combing some long hair from his head.

The Taoist picked up the wooden grate and blew on it, and suddenly his hair flew away and floated forward.

In mid-air, the long hair suddenly turned into a sword, turning into seventy-two cold rays of light and flying to everyone's side.

Wang Lin stretched out his hand to take the cold mang, and saw that it was a sharp long sword with a blade like autumn frost.