The sun is shining in the sky, the mountain wind is inspiring, the cicada noise resounding through the mountains, the blue sea is swaying like a torrent brave waves, Mu Haotian has a big heart!

All of a sudden, every grass, leaf, sand and soil in this corner of the woods suffered.

Suddenly, muddy water splashed, and the main trunks of shrubs, boulders, and trees were all sprinkled with mud;

Suddenly, the branches "rustle" wildly, the blue color flies, one after another, and the broken branches and fallen leaves are piled up like a hill.

Fists and feet, swordsmanship, light skills, exorcism spells, half-baked wind calling techniques, all the things that have been learned in life are wantonly used.

Mu Haotian tried his best to express his spirit, in a quiet and uninhabited place, relying on the wind and the warmth of the sun, he fully vented the excitement and surprise, joy and pride in his heart.

It was noon after the wind had stopped.

The scorching sun was scorching, Mu Haotian lay on his back, covered his eyes with one hand, and looked at the sun that was still recklessly venting his heat through his fingers.

He only felt that he was like the sun at this moment, majestic, hot, unrestrained, and full of hope.

Lying on his back for a long time, the excitement in Mu Haotian's heart ebbed away, slowly calmed down, and thought about a few things.

One of them is about Han Wenjing.

She has no clue about her identity and origin, only learned from Shuang Hunt's mouth that she used to be the holy daughter of the Moon God Palace, as for insulting words such as "repentance", "stealing a man", "riotous hooves", Mu Haotian subconsciously blocked it.

And the magic weapon she placed on her body is clearly a Taoist treasure that even the world's masters are eager for!

At that time, he was inspired by Ma Sifang to have a vision of this treasure, and he really felt that the magic was unpredictable, and he was amazed, and he didn't dare to speculate on the grade.

Mu Haotian naturally understands the truth of his crimes, thinking that Hanwen Jingding must have been pursued by others because he was pregnant with a strange treasure, and he was wantonly slandered.

And listening to what Xiong Hunt said, the commander was actually from the famous Long family in Cangzhou.

On the one hand, I couldn't help but worry about her, but on the other hand, I was very vigilant in my heart, and I made up my mind that I would never show it again until it was returned to its original owner.

The second is about the demons.

After feeling the terrifying aura of the demon last night, he often had a strange feeling:

His heart seemed to remember that terrible moment.

At that moment that made him burst out with incomparably strong emotions, cold, frightened, fearful, frenzied, and the most vicious evil aura, all of which were deeply remembered by his heart, as if they were peeling back a cocoon, undergoing some kind of indescribable mutation.

It's like...... Plant a seed, just wait for the sting to come, and all things will be triggered.

……

It was as if there were many unspeakable secrets waiting to be discovered in his heart.

This matter was so strange that it was unpredictable at the moment, and it was useless to think about it, so he took a long breath and settled his mind.

In a blink of an eye, I thought of the appearance of the demon again, which can be described as very strange.

Gai is known for its cruelty and horror, so once discovered, he will be besieged and killed by monks of all factions. Therefore, it is highly likely that this Hone Demon was born recently.

It is rumored that the place where such evil was born must have had a terrible calamity.

In other words, not far from the unknown direction, it is likely to have suffered a horrific human tragedy in the near future!

Thinking of this, Mu Haotian's heart was both stunned and couldn't help but feel sorry.

The last thing is about Ma Sifang's predecessors and the "Forty-Nine Xuangong" he gifted.

Just hearing that Ma Sifang actually called himself "White Horse Layman", you will feel that this person is very interesting, you must know that the word "layman" is a common title for all Buddhist followers, but all cultivators who have achieved cultivation will never disdain to use it as a name.

But perhaps because he is not limited to this, Ma Sifang seems to be crazy, but he can maintain his innocence in the turbidity of the world, and he has his own set of rules for acting.

He just borrowed the treasure map from him to see, and he was so precious!

Although the "Demon Slaying Dragon Sword Sword" and the "Eight Directions Gods and Ghosts Listen to the Edict", when they hear it, they are relics of that chaotic era, and they must not be worthy of the name, but looking at the appearance of Ma's predecessors, they are also regarded as treasures and endure the pain.

Not to mention this volume of "Forty-Nine Xuangong"!

As soon as he thought of the "Forty-Nine Xuangong", Mu Haotian's heart, which was so easy to calm down, suddenly became hot again, and his whole body was full of blood like a pot of water on charcoal, and it was difficult to control himself at all.

He thought that cultivators should calm their minds, otherwise it would be unfavorable to their cultivation, so he sat up cross-legged, tapped the "floating white acupoint" behind his ear with the root of his palm, calmed his mind, and secretly pondered to himself.

To cultivate the truth, you must go through the "buckle door".

To put it simply, before a monk enters the Qi Accumulation Period and begins to "store Qi", he must first practice the Introductory Method for a period of time, so that the Dharma of the First Passage can be checked and filled in for shortcomings, so that he can officially start his practice.

This process is mainly to let beginners feel the existence of the aura of heaven and earth, establish contact with it, and preliminarily refine the meridians and acupoints, so as to attract the spirit into the body, quench the mortal body, and condense the "true yuan qi".

Then, after thousands of tempering, he continued to "refine and refine the qi", and accumulated the pure vitality in the "sea of qi" in the dantian, until the vitality was full and began to build the foundation.

Since this volume of "Forty-Nine Xuangong" does not record the introductory method, the first turn of "Qi Sea Lotus" is to store qi and build a foundation.

For this reason, Mu Haotian can be regarded as having made a difficulty.

In addition to practicing martial arts, he also insisted on practicing the nameless method recorded in the remnant book at the request of the master, and then after many consultations, he had already begun to understand the Dao.

However, the foundation of the Taoism of each sect will have its own suitable entry method, which is in the same vein, and cannot be replaced at will, otherwise it will be half the result and I am afraid that there will be trouble.

He hesitated again and again, but finally impulsively overpowered his reason, and immediately turned his heart sideways, crossed his legs, and directly tried to cultivate the "Four Nine Xuangong" with the "qi" obtained from years of hard work.

To this day, Mu Haotian is still not sure what he has practiced, just because he has been cultivating martial arts since he was a child, and the two schools are different, and the title of "qi" is completely different.

For the energy and breath in the body of a martial artist, the initial martial arts stage is called "internal force", and when it is cultivated to the depths of the essence - that is, it breaks through the acquired realm and enters the innate realm, which is transformed into "innate true qi".

When it reaches a higher place, it can also be sublimated into "meta-force", "real force" and so on.

The "Qi Accumulation Period" in the Daomen corresponds to the "Innate Realm" in martial arts, and the "True Yuan Qi" cultivated at this stage can also be called True Qi, but it is different from the Wuyi School, which is mostly called "Yuan Qi", and the monk can cast medium and low-level spells.

And once the cultivation reaches the late stage of foundation building, it begins to gradually transform into an unpredictable "mana".

The term "mana" runs through almost the entire realm of the Dao, and only after the Mahayana of the Dao will it be distinguished.

For various reasons, although Mu Haotian sensed that the sea of qi had given birth to an ethereal breath one day three years ago, since then the kidney meridian was full of hot qi, and the ability to go against the wind has increased greatly, but he has been in the clouds and doesn't know what to say.

At this moment, trying to cultivate this extremely high-grade Dao Sect Xuangong with a nameless aura, Mu Haotian didn't have much hope at first. But unexpectedly, once the Xuangong was put into operation, it was like a fish entering the water, without any hindrance, and I couldn't help but be overjoyed!

The "Forty-Nine Xuangong" is like an ocean, the sea embraces all rivers, and there is no disdain for such wild entry methods, and it is directly in line with it and continues to go up.

Only a week later, Mu Haotian had vaguely sensed the aura of heaven and earth surging from all directions, fresh and warm, soft and dense.

This breath was everywhere, like air, like air, moistening his body like a gentle drizzle.

This kind of strange feeling is really the first time in his life, Mu Haotian is not only novel, but also has indescribable joy in his heart.

It's a pity that his current cultivation is too shallow, and he has no mentor to guide him, and between his exercises, he always feels that he is stumbling from side to side, unable to get his way, and the progress of attracting the spirit into the body is very slow.

But even so, he was already satisfied, like a toddler, curious and brave, trying to feel every small step of Xuangong Zhoutian.

After a few rounds, Mu Haotian's eyes opened, and the glow around his body was faint, and he was refreshed.

When people are in high spirits, it seems that even the efficacy of the formula is strengthened!

After sitting upright and savoring for a while, I suddenly felt that the light was dazzling, and when I looked for the light, it turned out that the gossip mirror was still stuck in the big stone crack behind the tomb, reflecting the sunlight.

Mu Haotian suddenly slapped his head:

"Yikes! It's time to go down the mountain and join Master. ”

I looked up, but I saw that although the sun was strong at this moment, it was already tilting westward.

He didn't want to stay in the mountains for another night, so he immediately got up to tidy up a little, ate a few mouthfuls of dry food, and prepared to put away the gossip mirror.

After taking two steps, he suddenly saw the black knife feather inserted in the ground, and his heart moved, remembering that this thing was stronger than the golden stone, and it might be useful.

So he stepped forward and pulled it out.

"Huh?"

Mu Haotian bent down, and found that there were two knife feathers inserted on the ground, one of which was divided into the earth, and the other was submerged for most of it, because he didn't see it clearly from a distance.

But he clearly remembered that the Shadow Night Stalker had only attacked once......

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, remembering the strange scene when I saw a butterfly-shaped petal at night.

He woke up suddenly:

"It turns out that at that time, Senior Ma had already rescued me once!"

Swept all over the ground, but did not see the butterfly-shaped petals, estimated that it should be scattered by himself, and flew to the unknown place, secretly exclaiming that it is a pity, otherwise it can be kept as a souvenir.

"With just a petal, it can actually block the sneak attack of the sword feather of the shadow night owl in the air, and the cultivation of the senior horse is really unimaginable......

Mu Haotian sighed in his heart, and his gratitude and admiration for the White Horse Monk deepened again.

After everything was put in order, he first bowed to the three lonely tombs, and then solemnly kowtowed three times in the direction of the galloping white horse, and then walked briskly down the mountain.