Wang Lin had nowhere to go, and he had no choice but to make arrangements for Su Banxia's kindness.

bowed to Lu Zijian, and then prepared to say goodbye to Su Banxia before leaving.

Unexpectedly, Elder Lu walked directly in front of Wang Lin, looked at his face carefully for a while, and said with a worried expression:

"Little... Be careful, be careful of the Xianyin Gate's... The female... Woman. ”

Wang Lin was puzzled when he heard this, and just wanted to ask what Elder Lu's words meant, when he saw Lu Zijian wave his sleeves, directly swept everyone into the light, and flew away.

Wang Lin held a long sword in his hand, and he couldn't distinguish between the southeast and northwest in the light, so he could only see a white light all around, a blue light above his head, as if it was the sky, and the yellow and green under his feet were connected, as if the ground was a forest.

I can't see anything clearly with my eyes, so I can only guess a rough idea.

Last time, he was tied up by the Tianjiao List, and when he flew in the sky, he was not only frightened and afraid, but also surprised and strange.

But this time he was taken by Lu Zijian, and Wang Lin felt what it meant to turn into light and go away, and what it meant to escape from the streamer.

He tried his best just to endure without throwing up, and he never had a chance to ask questions again.

In the blink of an eye, the light was slowed down and flew to a side peak on Taiheng Mountain.

Everyone descended with the light and slowly fell to the peak of this strange mountain.

It's autumn, but this mountain is full of verdant greenery and the fragrance of flowers.

Through the obscurations of heavy clouds, when he was about to land, the slow landing speed was no longer dazzling, and Wang Lin overlooked this misty Linxi Mountain at a distance of several hundred meters.

The eye is a lush forest, the forest sea is reckless, and the forest is rolling green wonders.

The mountain is full of tributary streams, longan spring wells are everywhere, clear streams and wonderful springs gush out, and the sound of water gurgles and vibrates the valley.

As the name suggests, this forest and mountain really deserve the words "forest" and "stream".

Wang Lin was in this sea of clouds, mountains and fog, looking at the surrounding area like a primeval forest, and the trees were all lush and green, covering the sky and the sun.

Beneath your feet is a winding path that is rarely visited, squeezed and blurred by overgrown shrubs.

When he landed, Lu Zijian was gone.

Only the five of them were left, standing here.

Wang Lin stood on the ground and looked forward.

Dozens of meters away are quaint and elegant independent courtyards.

The courtyard is full of houses, covering a large area.

Presumably, this is the residence that Lu Zijian arranged for them.

Looking further away, there is an unknown realm where clouds come like fog and the forest sea is full of smoke, like a fairyland.

Except for Wang Lin, the other four people are not so leisurely.

I had to say a few words of greeting, casually divided the residence, and then scattered my things and entered their respective courtyards to start cultivating.

These four disciples of Lu Zijian have different qualifications.

There are excellent ones, there are poor ones, and there are also middle-class ones, which are mediocre.

But no matter what their qualifications or temperaments were, they behaved unusually unanimously at the moment, and they all hurried to the courtyard.

They were in a hurry, in a hurry to cultivate, in a hurry to break through.

As if the four of them were concentric, after each of them entered the house, they immediately took the Bigu Dan, sat cross-legged on the bed, comprehended the pure yang method contained in the long sword, and began to concentrate on cultivation.

Wang Lin was dumbfounded for a while, only to feel that the scene in this immortal gate was very different from what he imagined.

This Pure Yang Palace, this Immortal Cultivation Realm...... Why does it seem vaguely similar to the sweatshop he worked in his previous life?

He touched the wine bottle on his waist and poured a sip of cheap rice wine.

This slightly sour and bitter wine entered his throat, but it allowed him to taste a bit of mellow and sweet aroma that he had never had before.

After walking into his own courtyard, Wang Lin had nothing to do, so after it was convenient to pack his bags, he walked out directly and began to wander around the sect, looking for ingredients for dinner.

He walked around, and in a short time he was in a sea of clouds, mountains and fog.

When I looked back, I couldn't even see where I had come.

Everywhere is a sea of forests and clouds, dense trees and abundant grass, and ringing springs and waterfalls.

You can only rely on memory, and the road in the future tense is imprinted in your mind, so as not to be able to go back later.

He found a creek at random, and with his current extraordinary physical fitness, he stabbed it a few times with his long sword, hoping to get a fish to eat.

This long sword is cold and sharp, and even if it encounters slippery fish scales in the water, the blade of the sword is not sluggish.

easily let Wang Lin string up two big fish.

Picking a few more wild fruits and collecting some firewood, he made a meal.

The sword was extremely sharp, and with a few strokes, the fruit and fish were cut clean.

Make a few flower knives on the fish, sprinkle a little salt, pour a little rice wine from the gourd, and stuff some fruit in the belly, even if it is marinated.

As it grew dark, a man sat by the fire, drinking the little wine left in the gourd, waiting for the fish to ripen.

It wasn't until the moonlight appeared that the sides of the fish were browned.

The fish is fresh, the skin is crispy, the meat is tender, and you can taste the sweet aroma of wild fruits when you bite into it.

There was silence in the Pure Yang Palace, and it seemed that everyone was cultivating hard, only he was enjoying the moonlight night scene tonight, leisurely roasting the fire outside, eating grilled fish without too many condiments, and tasting only three or two sips of bad wine.

With each bite of the fish, you can feel a stream of heat sliding down your throat, and your torso and limbs are warm, as if the cold moonlight in the mountains has turned into scorching sunshine, baking your whole body.

The liquor drunk, accompanied by the pure spirit qi gushing out of the dantian, kept circulating throughout the body.

The long sword on the side flew over, helping him sort out the scattered aura in his body according to the preset method, and guiding the operation of the correct qi training route.

After Wang Lin's satiety and drunkenness reached the limit, there was no longer warm current and aura in his body, and the guidance of the long sword also stopped.

After this exercise worked like this, Wang Lin didn't feel much change in his body, but there seemed to be an extra sharp aura in the original pure spirit mana.

When circulating in the body, it seems to be a little faster than before.

These two fish were not seasoned much, they were not very delicious, and in a rough estimate, they only increased his lifting strength by three or four hundred catties.

Although the aura did not increase much, it was far better than the thin aura obtained by following the guidance of the long sword and running the method.

When he had eaten and drunk enough and walked back to his disciple's courtyard late at night, he found that all the houses around him were lit up.

Everyone didn't sleep, and they practiced and studied in the room by candlelight.

Only the front of his door was locked, and it was black and conspicuous.

Wang Lin didn't have the heart to join them in staying up late, and the strength of the wine was accompanied by sleepiness, so he fell into bed after returning to the room, and fell asleep.

Cultivation is very hard, and if you want to obtain more cultivation resources, it is to add to the hardship.

Wang Lin didn't want to be so happy, he had been involved in death because of endless overtime, and suddenly died suddenly on the company's desk.

His plug-in is simple and rude, so in this life, he just needs to work normally.

Bitter, he really didn't want to eat it at all.

The next morning, the sky was not yet bright, and after Wang Lin, who had slept until he woke up naturally, he was surprised to find that the lights were still on in the surrounding room, and the four people inside were still insisting on cultivating.

I don't know if they didn't sleep at all, or if they woke up too early.

Practicing Qi can indeed nourish the mind and concentrate the mind, but if you keep running the exercises, you will still feel tired.

Wang Lin was moved by the tireless diligence of his fellow disciples, and his heart was stirred, and he immediately made up his mind that he must work harder than them today!

So, he carried a long sword and resolutely went down the mountain, vowing to make money today, not to mess around in the village, and to go to the prosperous city of Jinyang to eat, drink and have fun all day!