Li Changhu woke up from his meditation for the sixth time, gritted his teeth and sat cross-legged again, calming down.

"It's too hard."

After cultivating for more than three months, he only condensed a few wisps of moonlight, Xiang Ping had already tried to condense the Xuanjing Wheel, and Tongya also condensed more than seventy wisps of moonlight, but he Li Changhu was still spinning in single digits.

Compared with the relaxed freehand cultivation of his two younger brothers, Li Changhu had great difficulty guiding the aura across the twelve-story building, and even the runes in the Qi Sea Cave were listless and dull.

Even when refining Yuehua, let alone during the day, he couldn't even perceive Yuehua at night when the moonlight was a little bad, and now these few wisps of Yuehua still rely on the magic to condense.

"Ugh."

Li Changhu already knew that he had no talent in cultivating immortals, and every time it was his turn to cultivate with the help of Fajian, he felt extremely guilty, and consciously blocked the path of his younger brothers.

Waking up from the meditation for the seventh time, Li Changhu's expression was gloomy, and he looked at Li Tongya and Li Xiangping beside him, he quietly got up and walked out of the door.

Li Mutian was bending over in the backyard and sharpening his long knife.

He held the back of the knife in his right hand, pinched the blade of the knife with his left thumb and forefinger, and held the knife firmly in both hands, grinding it repeatedly on the stone.

Li Changhu looked firm and said:

"Father."

"What?" Li Mutian didn't raise his head and said lightly.

"I'm afraid I'm not the material for cultivating immortals." Li Changhu replied with some shame.

"Then you won't fix it?" Li Mutian raised his head and looked at him coldly.

"It's not that you don't fix it." Li Changhu had already had a draft, looked at his father and explained:

"My talent is far inferior to Tongya and Xiang Ping, not to mention Jing'er, with the help of Fajian, I can barely cultivate, it is better to sort out the family business for my father during the day, and go to the field for a turn, so as not to make people suspicious."

"That's fine."

Li Mutian thought for a while, his expression softened a lot, shook his head and said:

"Forget it tomorrow, you go to prepare for Xiang Ping's wedding, don't be too public, invite some relatives and do it in a low-key manner."

"Yes." Li Changhu nodded heavily and rushed to the main courtyard.

Who knew that when he entered the main courtyard, he saw his wife Ren sitting in the courtyard, sewing clothes and chatting with Tian Yun. The female dependents were not allowed to enter the ancestral hall in the backyard, so they had to wait here.

Tian Yun saw Li Changhu come out, and the two husbands and wives seemed to have something to say, so they smiled and found an excuse and went back to Tian's house.

"What's wrong, Ping'er." Li Changhu saw his wife, his eyebrows softened a lot, looked at her and asked softly.

"Long Lake."

Ren Ping'er has a dignified appearance, with a little joy in her eyebrows and eyes, and she said in a low voice:

"I have."

"What?" Li Changhu was shocked, the depression and irritability in his mind disappeared, his face was slightly red, and he asked excitedly:

"Really?"

"I can't lie to you, my mother-in-law has seen it, and she has it." Ren Ping'er nodded shyly.

"Father, father! The screen is here! ”

Li Changhu laughed, overjoyed, and hurriedly shouted and walked to the backyard.

"Dang Qiang..."

Hearing only the sound of iron weapons colliding, Li Mutian immediately gave up his knife, hurriedly walked to the main courtyard, and asked excitedly:

"What did you kid say?"

"The screen is here!" Li Changhu was as silly as a child and said with a smile.

"Good! Good. ”

Li Mutian laughed heartily, patted Ren Ping'er, who was blushing, and said loudly to Li Changhu:

"I'll go and ask sir, you're looking at her."

Li Changhu nodded again and again, pulled Ren Ping'er to sit down, and carefully shushed the cold to warm up.

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backyard

Li Xiangping pinched a trick and slowly woke up from his meditation.

He reached out and picked up the wooden tablet standing in front of him, loosened the tied strip of cloth, and unfolded it with a "bang".

Under the bright moonlight, several large characters on the frontispiece are impressive:

"Golden Light"

The "Taiyin Tuna Yanglun Sutra" can't be read or written, but this accompanying magic can be dictated and recorded, and Li Tongya and the others copied the spells they got and passed them on to each other.

The volume of "Golden Light Technique" in front of him is the spell obtained by Li Qijing, Li Xiangping cultivated the Xuanjing Wheel a few nights ago, so he borrowed this spell to practice.

"Golden Light Technique" is not difficult, Li Xiangping read it for two nights, and then he understood all the tricks by heart.

With a flip of his left hand, a brilliant golden glow emerged from the palm of his hand.

"Golden Light Technique!"

This is the technique of attacking and killing the path protection, and the trick can be cast to condense a golden ray, which is extremely sharp.

This golden mang, which can be attached to the sword to attack and kill the enemy, can also be thrown and thrown, and the power is particularly considerable.

Waving his hand to disperse the spell, Li Xiangping went out of the courtyard gate, several brothers were practicing cross-legged, he found a bluestone at the door, hugged it with both hands, and shouted in a low voice:

"Up!"

Unexpectedly, Li Xiangping picked up the bluestone very easily, and even raised his head a few steps back fiercely due to excessive force.

"Stepping into the womb, living for one hundred and twenty years, mana circulation, light body, great strength, deafness, clear eyes, pinching tricks and casting spells, not ordinary."

Li Xiangping recalled the description on "Taiyin Tuna Yanglun Sutra", couldn't help laughing, and hugged Qingshi into the backyard.

He straightened the bluestone, stepped back three feet, cast a spell and pinched the trick, and a golden light jumped out of his palm and slashed straight at the bluestone.

"When~"

The bright-colored sparks flashed, and there was a knife mark on the surface of the bluestone that was neither deep nor shallow, but it was a full step back, bringing out a pale white friction scratch on the ground.

"Good spell!"

But Li Tongya had already woken up from his meditation, looked at Li Xiangping and said with a smile:

"Jing'er got this spell is the most useful, a few days ago he cast a spell to cut the rockery in the backyard, I didn't dare to tell my father."

"When it comes to cultivation, we are really inferior to Jing'er." Li Xiangping pursed his lips, straightened the bluestone, and estimated the mana in his body, and probably cast four or five spells.

"Jing'er entered the Xuanjing in less than a month, although there is the help of the Fajian, but it is too amazing." Li Tongya shook his head.

The six rounds of fetal breath are called Xuanjing, Chengming, Zhouxing, Qingyuan, Yujing, and Lingchu, among which the three rounds of Xuanjing, Zhouxing, and Yujing are called the three levels of fetal breath, which is particularly difficult.

Li Qijing and a few people easily broke through the door of fetal breath with the help of Fajian, and there was no shortcut to the Chengming wheel after that, so they had to obediently exhale the aura and condense the fetal breath.

"Qi practice Hua, Xuanjing in September, breathe and breathe, and Chengming in March, call it the best root bones." Li Xiangping sat beside his second brother, recited the description in the Wheel Sutra, and said to Li Tongya:

"After receiving foreign things, the standard of this Xuanjing is not good, but it is this March Chengming, which can be borrowed to compare."

"Not bad." Li Tongya nodded slightly, and said in a low voice:

"Big brother, he ......"

"I'm afraid my eldest brother is even worse than you and me." Li Xiangping spoke a little sullenly, quietly looking at Dali Mountain at night.

"If I breathe for a few more days, I can try to condense the Xuanjing Wheel, and if it is successful, the Fajian can be fully used by the eldest brother to cultivate." Li Tongya pondered.

Li Xiangping, who was looking at Dali Mountain, squinted, stood up suddenly, looked at the back mountain and said sharply:

"Thieves are so daring!"