At the end of the day, the twilight bell rings, and it's dinner time again.

Zhang Xu stopped the sword trick in his hand, and after the disciples retired to Xunyang Ziji, he also bowed to the gray-haired old Taoist Jishou:

"I've been bothering my uncle for a long time today, and my disciple will go back to practice well, and I will definitely live up to the kindness of the "Yuyang Sword Technique" taught by my uncle!"

Xunyangzi, the gray-haired sword cultivator, stood in the setting sun and nodded quietly:

"Master and nephew can come often, and Wuxie Peak will not turn away any diligent disciples. If you have mastered the "Yuyang Sword", I will teach you the rest of the sword tricks. ”

The young man's heart warmed, and the old Taoist really touched his heart for the sake of the disciple of the Holy Land, and he bowed his head and bowed again:

"The disciple obeyed the order, and came back another day to ask Uncle Shi for swordsmanship and tea and Taoism."

"Go ahead."

Xunyangzi's tone was indifferent, and her clothes and long beard fluttered in the evening breeze.

Hearing this, Zhang Xu slowly got up, maintained a bowed posture and took a few steps back under the gray-haired old smile, and then turned around and went down the mountain.

"This son is extremely talented, thoughtful, diligent in cultivation, and very compatible with the old way. However, there is a faint short-lived appearance on its face, which should be limited by numerology, but it is a pity! I don't know how many years I can talk to him about tea? ”

Lao Dao suddenly shook his head with a sigh.

He majored in swordsmanship, and his physiognomy attainments were average, so he could only see that Zhang Xu's yang life was shorter than ordinary people, but he didn't know how old he could live.

As a Jindan monk, Xunyangzi has a long lifespan of four or five hundred years at most, and in such a long life, he can always meet a few people who are similar to him.

Some have just made friends, some are still here, and many more have long since passed away.

……

The boy didn't go to the dining hall to eat, and went straight back to the valley peak.

He recalled the information about Xunyangzi described by today's "Eye Blessing" supernatural power, and had more hobbies than when he took a cursory look at the latter outside the mountain gate last night:

[Xunyangzi: Male, elder of the Xuanji Holy Land, a lineage of the Sword Sect, a golden fire spiritual root, age 317, fond of tea and wine. 】

It's a pity that last night's "Eye Blessing" failed to show Uncle Shi's hobbies, and next time I go to Wuxian Peak, I will sell some wine for Uncle Shi to taste.

In my impression, there is fruit wine for sale in the sect, but the taste is relatively light and not enough to drink.

This world has not mastered the distillation technology, so he can buy the fruit wine to distill and purify it, which can make the taste of the fruit wine to a higher level, and arrange a jar for Uncle Shi to try it at that time.

Zhang Xu touched his nose and made up his mind in his heart, feeling that this method could be tried.

So after a reassuring incense bath, the boy returned to the practice room.

Last night, I used Shouyidan to attack the mid-term success of building the foundation, and today I practiced the sword for a whole day.

The way to cultivate the truth is to take a balance between yin and yang, static and dynamic, so that it can last for a long time.

Taiyin embraces yang, which is the same principle as static thinking, and vice versa.

Zhang Xu sat on the futon, running the qi machine like water, strengthening the cyclone in the three dantians, and solidifying his own true yuan.

The complexity of "Xuantian Jue" is medium to high, and the time it takes to practice qi is not short.

In the course of the thirty weeks of the young man's slow journey, he heard the bell of the Holy Land announce the time, which had just passed the hour, and it was not yet a moment.

Speaking of which, I haven't gone to incense for Lingwa Niangniang today, and I don't know what happened to the Temple of Heaven?

His heart moved: Let's try to communicate with the Heavenly Stone.

Last night, when it broke through the middle stage of foundation building, the Heaven Replenishing Stone inhaled a lot of its own overflowing metallic qi, and at this moment it was shining in the upper dantian.

Good! Very energetic!

Zhang Xu's heart moved, and the huge qi machine wrapped the colorful stones in the upper dantian, and meditated in his heart about the picture of the Heavenly Palace.

"Whew! ——”

The sound of breaking the air came again, and the young man shook his head as he wished, and his spirit rose to the sky.

He had already experienced two shuttles, and at this moment, he did not have the unprepared panic of the first time, nor the anxiety of worrying about the holy land for the second time, and he calmly observed the changes in the scenery during the shuttle process.

Gushen Peak, Qiyun Mountain, the evening market at the foot of the Holy Land Mountain Gate, and the lights of the capital county of Gaoyang Prefecture......

Before Zhang Xu could see more of the picture, he had quickly plunged into the clouds.

The speed of the shuttle increased sharply, and there was a flower in front of him, and the young man came to the outer door of the Mending Heaven Hall again.

Although it is night, the starlight is bright, like day, and the three words "Mending Heaven Palace" on the outer door are illuminated.

The gate of the palace sensed the breath of the mending stone, and charmingly "squeak~", expressing its welcome.

There is quite a kind of meaning of "the flower path has not been swept by guests, and the pengmen has been opened for you now".

Zhang Xu quickly climbed the stairs, entered the gate, and went straight to the inner hall.

The magic lamp in the hall is bright, and there is not much difference from yesterday, only yesterday the incense for Lingwa Niangniang burned out.

In accordance with yesterday's rituals, he also burned incense and prayed to the statue of Lingwa, bowing three times and bowing nine times.

After doing all this, the boy felt more calm in his heart, and he walked around the courtyard.

The two old peach trees still showed no signs of sprouts, and the young man had enough qi this time, and poured a lot of qi into the short and fat peach tree, but unfortunately there was still no visible reaction with the naked eye.

Alas, then why did Hantan and Wanwuding react yesterday?

Hantan was as clean as yesterday, he walked over, bowed a handful of water to wash his face, washed and washed, and suddenly realized:

Is it related to your own metallic gas machine?

Among the five elements, Jin Kemu and Jin Shengshui ...... As for the Wanwu Ding, it is itself made of metal.

Thinking that he had just poured a lot of metallic qi into the body of the Humpty Peach Tree, Zhang Xu's expression suddenly turned into a mask of pain.

No wonder you can die with any green plants you raise when you are on Earth!

Five pots of succulents died in the summer, two geraniums died in the fall, and a bottle of Fugui bamboo died in the winter...... Dare to love yourself Jin Kemu.

He only hoped now that the two peach trees would not wake up and become sperm immediately, and beat him violently, especially the short and fat one.

Brother Big Peach, Brother Second Peach, wait for the younger brother to think of a way to get some earth attribute or wood attribute qi, and then come to save you.

Zhang Xu stood on the edge of the cold pool, thinking about it in his heart, but his soul walked to the side of Wanwu Ding very heartily.

What can communicate with himself a little now in the hall is this Wanwu Ding, and the young man stretched out his hand to caress the patterns on the Ding.

"Hum—"

Dading's qi was gently attached, but Zhang Xu's "Strange Reputation" in the sea automatically turned the page, and finally stayed on the evil page painted with [Three Corpses of Black Bones].

Well? Seeing that the situation was strange, the young man hurriedly took out the books in the sea of knowledge.

I saw that under the touch of the Qi Machine of All Things, the divine power of the [Black Bone Three Corpses] "Knowing Doom and Fitting" shined greatly, giving birth to gray smoke, which was instantly ingested by the Great Ding.

"Boom! ——”

After the light sound, Wanwuding's qi became more lively, and with a "snort", it seemed to open up some space.

Zhang Xu watched the changes of Wanwuding with a torch, and saw a slowly rotating passage appear in front of the young man.