The sun is setting.

Yang Tianhong heard heavy footsteps in the distance.

Zhang Fugui drank too much again.

He walked all the way, scolding and scolding, humming an unclean obscene song from time to time, although it was not "Eighteen Touches", it was better than "Eighteen Touches".

"Come out, you all get out of here!"

"The little mongrel surnamed Yang, and Li Tiangang, you all get out of Lao Tzu!"

"I'm ...... Lao Tzu will beat you to death. ”

Yang Tianhong walked slowly to the door, approached the crack in the door, and saw Zhang Fugui staggering into the courtyard and walking towards his wooden house.

He couldn't help but say, and raised his foot and kicked at the door panel, making a loud noise, and although the heavy door panel shook violently, it was very solid, and there was no sign of breaking it.

In addition to the horizontal latch, Yang Tianhong added two top door bars made of thick wood. The safety factor is doubled, with Zhang Fugui's current strength, let alone kicking, even if he uses all his strength to hit it, he can't hit it.

Although Zhang Fugui was drunk, he was not a fool, he couldn't open the door with all his might, so he knew that Yang Tianhong was on guard in the house, even if there was a nameless ghost fire in his heart, he was helpless.

He staggered around and walked towards Li Tiangang's house. The wooden door was hidden, and Zhang Fugui kicked it open with a "bang", but there was no one in the house, and he couldn't see anything in the black light.

Zhang Fugui was a little suspicious, but he drank too much wine, his mind was muddy, and a lot of specious thoughts and memories were scurrying like a frightened bird. Standing in front of the open door and looking at the empty house with wide eyes for a long time, he slowly turned around, with a very unwilling look, he glanced at Yang Tianhong's wooden house viciously, and let out a long turbid breath with a strong stench and alcohol, and moved his legs and feet towards his room.

The sun sank below the horizon, and it was completely dark.

Yang Tianhong still sat in place. He tilted his head and looked through the window at the world completely hidden in darkness, watched the moon rise, watched the stars flash in the sky, and his nervous and childish face began to show a hint of anticipation.

Zhang Fugui had already slept, and his dull snoring could be heard from a distance.

Yang Tianhong's heart moved, and he summoned the booklet.

He silently said in his heart, "What should I do to become a Qi Refiner?" ”

When the cover was opened, there was no handwriting on the booklet.

Yang Tianhong waited patiently for several minutes.

His eyes froze, and almost immediately a thought popped into his mind that he had thought of before, but had been uncertain about.

At this moment, a few disconnected words slowly emerged on the blank page of the booklet.

"Yang energy is too heavy."

"Yes."

"Find the magic weapon as soon as possible."

Yang Tianhong was very shrewd, and he understood the meaning of the booklet.

First of all, there is too much yang energy here. Although the booklet is wonderful, it is a thing of the underworld. Restricted by the rules of heaven and earth, it is impossible to move freely in the yang world as in the underworld.

Second, the pamphlet agrees with its own ideas.

In the end, it is the so-called "magic weapon for yourself".

There is no such thing as a free lunch.

It's the same with a booklet, it doesn't give itself a benefit in vain. On the surface, it is said to be a "gift", but it is estimated that after finding the treasure, it will definitely be beneficial.

At present, there are many problems in front of Yang Tianhong, and on the whole, he is not optimistic.

Although Li Tiangang is dead, Zhang Fugui is still there.

The torture hall is investigating the cause of Li Tiangang's death, and sooner or later he will find himself, and he will have to say something about it when the time comes.

If you want to survive in a place like Guiyuan Sect, the only way is to become stronger.

Yang Tianhong had never been so eager to become a Qi Refiner as he was now.

The question is, how exactly should I cultivate?

In the past few months, he has secretly observed and found that everyone in the entire outer hall has their own cultivation methods. Although everyone has a copy of "Guiyuan General Outline", but on the whole, including the hall master Song Yanzhi, saying the word "cultivation" is simply disrespectful to the gods of heaven and earth, and their actual ability is at most stronger than that of secular people.

Yang Tianhong waited in the house for another half an hour.

Zhang Fugui's snoring and breathing were rhythmic, making sure he was not pretending to be asleep.

Yang Tianhong gently moved the top door bar, took off the latch, slowly opened the door, tiptoed out of the house, slipped out of the small courtyard, bent down to hang a horse on each leg, and whispered a sentence "Hurry like a law", and the whole person rushed forward like the wind.

……

Return to the outer gate of the Yuan Sect and enter the hall.

He Zhou has just finished his daily meditation. He looked a little tired, gathered his long hair with both hands and then spread it back out, then took off the silver hairpin on the top of his head, intending to take a shower and rest.

Mianjin Hall is a special existence between the outer gate and the outer hall. The main function is to supervise the outer hall, and then go up, that is, to recommend qualified disciples to the inner door.

Sitting in front of a bronze mirror with a diameter of more than one meter, looking at his handsome face in the mirror, He Zhou put away his cynical expression, the corners of his mouth turned upwards slowly flattened, and he shook his head self-deprecatingly, and a trace of indescribable loneliness welled up in his heart.

From the outside, He Zhou is a young man in his twenties, chic and handsome, and polite to others.

What's more, his cultivation is as high as the first level of foundation building, and no matter in any cultivation sect, he belongs to a middle-level figure in the true sense.

However, only oneself knows the bitterness of sourness.

He Zhou is 117 years old this year.

When he first entered the Guiyuan Sect, he was regarded as a rare genius.

In less than half a year, it successfully entered the threshold of gas refining.

In the following years, he soared to the third, sixth, and ninth orders of qi refining one after another...... In the eleventh year of entry, He Zhou successfully broke through the tenth order of qi refining, and under the gaze of everyone's extremely envious, with his own dazzling aura, he became a young foundation building monk.

People are born with a life, and life has a limit.

Life is rare for seventy years, ten years for young, ten years for old and weak.

The twenty-three-year-old monk Zhuji was, in the eyes of the disciple teacher, synonymous with "genius".

At that time, Hezhou was very beautiful.

Even Zhou Gongjin, who "Xiao Qiao got married", is not as good as him.

There were four Jindan monks vying to be his mentor, and they almost got into a fight over it.

The reason is simple: teachers like good students. Each exam is 100 points, which is linked to work performance, and you can get a lot of benefits, and the proud achievements of your disciples are publicized, and your face as a teacher is also bright.

If this student cultivates by leaps and bounds in the future and becomes a high-profile figure, then he will be even more awesome as a teacher.

However, no one thought that Hezhou's good fortune seemed to be coming to an end, and from then on, there would be no progress in cultivation.

This stagnation is a long time of nearly 100 years.

Similar situations were not uncommon in the entire cultivation world. The monks of the previous generation even set up proper nouns for this, as well as corresponding explanations.

The wisdom root is short, although it has the blessing of the previous weather, but the attached luck is too little to last.

There is a problem with the eight characters of the birthday. To put it simply, it is the first few years of good luck, and the more you go to the back, the more mediocre it is. Others are "men thirty-one flowers", but you are the other way around, "men are thirty rotten cauliflowers", and they are the kind that stinks.

At first, the Jindan Immortal Master was still very responsible.

A lot of cheats and exercises were taught, and the elixir was also given to him a lot, but Hezhou was like a stupid big fat pig, and the elixir would only grow meat if he ate it...... Oh, no, it should be an obsessive age, but there is no achievement in cultivation.

After a long time, in the face of this situation, the more the Jindan Immortal Master taught, the less interested he became, and he simply gave up one day.

This is the same as the class teacher simply giving up on the last student in the class.

What followed was a myriad of questioning, sarcasm, and ridicule from his peers...... Even private fights.

There is competition between the same door.

There are so many Jindan Immortal Masters, and if you teach them, you won't have the energy to teach others. You occupy the pit alone and don't, and the most important thing is that you can't pull it out, how can you embarrass those who have been suffocated for a long time but can't get in?

There are also a number of panaceas, and if you eat it, I won't have to eat it. It's just that you don't get a benefit and don't increase your cultivation, what's the difference between this and a cow chewing peony flowers?

said that it was a private fight, but in fact, it was just to find an excuse to beat you up. beat you to a blue nose and swollen face, and when you left, you had to throw a sentence viciously: MMP, I've been unhappy with you for a long time!

He Zhou vowed to regain his glory and take back everything that belonged to him.

He took the initiative to apply to become the head of the Mianjin Hall.

This is a very special position. According to the rules of the sect, only foundation building monks can serve as the foundation, and it is limited to the first and second orders of foundation building.

If the cultivator cultivates to reach the third level of foundation building, it is equivalent to touching the threshold of the middle realm of foundation building, and it proves that it is worth the sect's great efforts and various resources to cultivate, and it will not be arranged to waste years in a place like Mianjin Hall at all.

In fact, Hezhou's idea is very simple and the goal is clear.

Mianjin Hall is the hub between the outer hall and the outer door. If you want to enter the outer gate, you must first pass through the pass of barely entering the hall.

To put it simply, it is equivalent to the personnel department of another world, and it is the kind that is in charge of promotion internally.

Hezhou's thoughts are similar to Zhang Yongxiang's, they all feel that they are old, maybe a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day will be recommended because of themselves, and then soar to the sky, even with themselves can be a little happy, and get taken care of.

……

A Tsing Yi attendant walked over quickly, stood still about three meters away from Hezhou, and bowed his hand: "Hall Master, someone asks to see you." ”

He Zhou couldn't help but be suspicious in his heart, and subconsciously asked, "It's so late...... Who wants to see me? ”

The attendant in Tsing Yi said, "Yang Tianhong, a disciple of the outer hall." ”

Hearing this name, He Zhou frowned slightly, and a strange look appeared on his face.

He remembered the name, and he remembered the child clearly.

He Zhou is over 100 years old this year, and Yang Tianhong is just a nine-year-old weak child.

The contrast between the two is no less than that of a giant mammoth and an ant.