It was dark.

Chen Ping walked out of the middle city, along the main road through the silent outer city, and soon went out of the city.

Outside the city.

A nun in a fluttering white dress was already waiting there.

Chen Ping waved his hands and said:

"There's a friend of Lao Yun."

This person is Yun Lingshan's aunt, the second foundation-building monk of the Yun family, Yun Haitang, in the middle of foundation-building.

Said to be an aunt, her face looks very young, but the Zhuji monk can stay on her face, this may not be her real age, Chen Ping doesn't know how old she is, maybe thirty or forty years old, maybe one hundred and thirty or forty years old.

Yun Haitang saw that Chen Ping had come, but he just nodded slightly, with no expression on his face:

"Chen Daoyou don't have to be polite, without further ado, let's go."

As soon as she finished speaking, the long sword at her waist suddenly flew out, growing in size inch by inch in front of her.

Greatly, greatly...

It wasn't until it was three feet wide that it stopped changing.

Chen Ping was dumbfounded.

Yun Haitang fluttered down on the flying sword, the fairy aura was permeated, and he still had a cold expression:

"Come up."

Chen Ping took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to jump onto the flying sword hanging in the air.

'This thing doesn't have a seat belt, so it won't fall, right?' ，

'Will there be a lack of oxygen when you fly over? ，

As a result, Chen Ping didn't wait to think about it.

only heard Yun Haitang's crisp "go", the flying sword rose several feet, and flew out with a "swish".

Chen Ping himself was standing behind Yun Haitang, and he rushed forward suddenly with such a devastating action, and after two steps, his hands uncontrollably hugged Yun Haitang's thin waist.

Yingying's thin waist instantly stiffened.

This...

Can't blame me!

Chen Ping's old face couldn't help but turn red, he suddenly let go, took two steps back, and hurriedly apologized:

"I'm sorry, Yun Daoyou. The first time I stood on the flying sword, I didn't figure out the skills, and I am really sorry for the abruptness."

The cloud begonia in front of him didn't make a sound, as if nothing had happened.

Chen Ping was behind him, and he couldn't see her expression, but fortunately nothing happened.

The air was unusually silent.

Chen Ping took two steps back and stood on the big sword.

But it's still uncontrollable swaying from side to side, and it's really inexperienced.

At this time, the crisp voice of Yun Haitang came:

"Try to concentrate on feeling the flying sword's flight trajectory, use your own spiritual power as a grip, grasp the spiritual power on the flying sword, and merge with the flying sword, so that you can stabilize your body. But Chen Daoyou can rest assured, even if he doesn't, he won't fall."

Won't fall?

Oh, that's fine.

Chen Ping suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

Subsequently, I tried it with the method described by Yun Haitang, and it really improved a lot, but I still can't do it as stable as an old dog.

If I build a foundation, I must study hard. ，

Chen Ping thought to himself.

Because his own magic robe has its own wind-resisting magic array, and this magic sword also seems to have a wind-resisting effect, so although the flying sword is very fast, it doesn't feel much wind when standing on it, just a breeze.

Perhaps sensing Chen Ping's rookie performance, Yun Haitang also slowed down slightly in the future, and every time he needed to turn a corner, he would further reduce his speed.

This made Chen Ping's journey smooth.

As you move forward, the scenery below recedes one by one. Sometimes flying low and encountering monks on the road, these pedestrians will look up and look at them with envy.

Some may be mortals, and they will urgently hide to avoid bringing unwarranted disasters.

Chen Ping found that every other distance, Yun Haitang would eat a qi tonifying pill.

Halfway, he had to stop and rest for a while, and wait for Yun Haitang to replenish his aura before continuing to hurry.

Yun Haitang said very little, Chen Ping was also happy, the two rarely communicated, and most of the time they were silently hurrying.

In the end, Chen Ping simply sat on the big sword and sat down to practice the exercises.

The old driver Yun Haitang drove steadily in front.

Cloud City is not far from Lingxiao Sect, about 150 miles away.

After more than half an hour, he had already arrived at the Ling Xiao Sect.

Drop off at the mountain gate.

A middle-aged monk was already waiting there.

"Yun Daoyou, long time no see." The middle-aged Taoist friend greeted with a smile.

Yun Haitang nodded, then turned around and said:

"Chen Daoyou, this is the end of my mission. All you have to do is follow that fellow Taoist into the mountain. Say goodbye."

Turning around, he paused and added:

"I look forward to Chen Daoyou's smooth foundation."

The middle-aged monk was twitched by Yun Haitang's words, but he didn't say anything, and said politely to Chen Ping:

"Chen Daoyou, come with me."

After Chen Ping and Yun Haitang thanked and said goodbye, they went into the mountain with the middle-aged monk.

Unlike Yun Haitang, the middle-aged monk talked a lot, talking endlessly along the way, smiling at Chen Ping and answering all questions.

He even took the initiative to introduce some of the foundation building experience he had heard about.

"There are three of these Lingxiao Sect's foundation pools, one of which is currently in use, and there are still two left."

"These two, although the spiritual power or something is exactly the same. But I've carefully calculated, and the foundation monk on the far left is taller than the other two."

"Chen Daoyou, don't believe in metaphysics, we monks are a tiny speck of dust in the vast earth, too small, there are too many things that are not under our control, very mysterious."

"In this foundation pool, the jade bed is full of spiritual power, but I still calculated that the northwest corner of the jade bed has the most foundation building monks coming out. Chen Daoyou might as well choose the northwest corner to give it a try."

「......」

Chen Ping knew that those who could come here to build a foundation might become a foundation building monk of the Ling Xiao Sect. Even if it is the Lingxiao Sect, there will not be many foundations, and it is still a rare existence.

Such a monk is also one of the opportunities in the eyes of these leading monks.

Maybe you can soar into the sky in the future.

The bluestone slab mountain road winds and turns, and after walking a distance, they enter a formation, and after a period of dizziness, they come out again, and Chen Ping and the middle-aged monk stand on a flat ground on the cliff.

I haven't seen the whole picture of the Ling Xiao Sect in the whole process.

"Chen Daoyou, it's here, Daoyou can choose a foundation pool to enter. I wish Chen Daoyou will be a great monk when he comes out." The middle-aged monk gave up.

Chen Ping waved his hands:

"Thank you for your help, you will lead the way, and you will not dare to forget it."

The middle-aged Taoist friend smiled:

"Chen Daoyou go in, don't forget, the maximum time is only one year, beyond the time, the foundation pool will close the formation, Chen Daoyou don't miss the time."

"I don't dare to forget." Chen Ping was indifferent.

Turning his head to look at the three caves (foundation ponds) made of holes in the cliffs, one of the gates on the far right was closed, and it was obvious that someone was there.

Chen Ping really chose the leftmost foundation pool.

It's not that the most Tsukiji monks have come out of here and choose here, but it's that this place is the farthest away from the Tsukiji monk on the right.

The two can not interfere with each other.

When there are three urinals and only one of them is convenient, it would be strange for you to choose the pool next to each other.

Chen Ping took a deep breath.

Walk slowly into the foundation pool.

(End of chapter)