After the competition ended, Chen Qingniu and others left. At this time, he was already an inner disciple, and the promotion of spirit stones from two to fifteen per month made him happy for a while, because the spiritual energy ingested from the spirit stones was more refined than in heaven and earth, and it was easier for monks to absorb. He also heard Long Yue say that the spirit stone of the rivers and lakes under the mountain is a good thing, and those who can't cultivate can wear it as that beautiful jade, which is not harmful to the body. Originally, he wanted to send a few pieces to the old village chief, but now it is unlikely.

White Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor.

Some of the cultivation techniques of the Guiyuan Sect are close to the Taoist method, such as the Purple Qi Donglai Technique, which is adapted from the Taoist breathing method. The sect master of the Guiyuan Sect seems to have been a Taoist disciple originally, but the Taoist method in Yunxiazhou is far less popular with monks than other side sects, and the first regulation of cultivating the Taoist method is that it requires a pure heart and few desires, which is also even more impossible for many people.

However, Lu Yuan explained the situation to Chen Qingniu when he handed him the purple qi donglai technique, Chen Qingniu's qualifications are not good, or the earth spirit root, which is the worst in the cultivation of the five elements, don't look at it now, there is no difference, when promoted to the golden pill stage, the gap will be opened by those disciples who have scarce spirit roots.

Qualifications are very important for people in the rivers and lakes to practice martial arts, and so are monks. Chen Qingniu didn't think about it, so he agreed directly, because the old Taoist priest said that he would meet again, and now the master let him practice the Taoist method, so he agreed without thinking about it.

Chen Qingniu felt that his personality began to change a little, and it seemed that it was also because of this purple qi from the east, and he didn't react much when he heard the news of the old village chief's death that day. He didn't know if it was good or bad, but thanks to this Purple Qi Donglai Technique, he was able to avoid being pulled apart from the Qi cultivation period to the foundation building period.

"Qingniu, bring this sword with you!" Lu Yuan took out a snow-white long sword with a sword body from the hall and handed it to Chen Qingniu.

Chen Qingniu was a little puzzled, looking at the long sword in Lu Yuan's hand, but Long Yue said: "Hurry up and take it, junior brother, this is the jade sword that Shizun wore back then, seeing that the sword body is not there, it is a good ........"

Long Yue, who was still unfinished speaking, was rewarded with a chestnut by Lu Yuan again, and his hand touched his head that had been beaten several times, and he was a little depressed, so he had to shut up obediently. Chen Qingniu wanted to laugh when he saw this, but he was glared at by Long Yue, and he had no choice but to hold back his smile.

Lu Yuan saw that Chen Qingniu didn't take it, and he was a little satisfied in his heart, and said: "You also know that relying on external forces is not a good thing for yourself, like you said, that Li Rui only reached the strength of the middle stage of foundation building because of swallowing the pill, but what happened to him later? As soon as the expiration of the pill expired, it was the result of being slaughtered. You still hold this sword well, the rivers and lakes are sinister, but it's not what we said, you can't think anything because of a person's remarks, you still have to experience it yourself, and cultivation requires more cultivation!"

Chen Qingniu said: "Master, don't worry, the disciple will be careful after going down the mountain, but this jade sword is so precious..."

Before Chen Qingniu could finish speaking, Lu Yuan put the jade sword directly on the table, frowned and said, "Give it to you, you will take it!"

Chen Qingniu saw that his master seemed to be angry, so he quickly picked up the long sword and hung it on his waist, looked at Lu Yuan with a smile and said, "Okay master, the disciple remembers the admonition of you and your senior brother!"

Long Yue thought that there was a good show to watch, but his little junior brother had never eaten chestnuts, and couldn't help snickering beside him, but he didn't expect this kid to change so quickly, he looked at his master and didn't expect that the face that was originally uplifted became smiling again, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, his good life was completely gone!

Chen Qingniu didn't stay in the hall for a long time and planned to go back to his small bamboo house, he wanted to check what was going on with the green aura in his spiritual mansion, it could have the healing properties of the wood spirit root, he didn't tell the two people in the hall about this, he kept remembering what the scalper said in his dream that night, but the two people in the hall didn't seem to ask what he meant, so he didn't take it to heart. However, when Chen Qingniu walked out of the palace gate, he stepped into the outer door and bowed deeply to the two who were still discussing things.

Lu Yuan saw it early, and was very satisfied in his heart, although his disciples have taught no class, everyone has it, but each disciple's teaching method is different, for Chen Qingniu, he didn't do a lot of things, just simply told him how the mountain is, how the monks are, he has always felt that Chen Qingniu is a good child, but also a good seedling of cultivation. But looking at Long Yue beside him, he was a little helpless, although this kid looks usually serious, but he is a "talent." ”

Chen Qingniu couldn't sleep a little, he didn't have the slightest guilt for killing Li Rui, just like Lu Yuan's words, "Cultivation is originally a day that is destined to be a bumpy road, what if you are killed if you are not strong?" He just didn't know how to face those villagers after he went back, and now he has become what they call "immortals", he smiled a little when he thought of this, but when he thought that the old village chief was no longer there, he suddenly felt a little sad, why didn't God let him live a few more years for such a good old man? He also wanted to go back and let the old village chief take a good look at himself like this.

The wind blows through the bamboo forest outside the bamboo house on a summer night, and the sound of the insects is a little disturbing and difficult to sleep. He simply lit the oil lamp and looked at himself in the mirror a little stunned.

"It would be nice if my parents were here, they would be proud of me. Chen Qingniu couldn't help but think of it with a smile.

Without falling asleep, he sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated and practiced. The weather was a bit muggy. He did not live on the top of the mountain, but in a bamboo forest on the mountainside, the bamboo covered with bamboo, the craftsmanship was so good that the brothers and sisters also thought about letting him help build one, compared to Chen Qingniu did not refuse, but said that after coming back, the construction will start, and he will bring a kind of insect paint that the villagers will use to build houses at the bottom of the mountain, and brush it on the outside of the bamboo house to prevent insects, and it can also make the appearance of the bamboo look very beautiful.

For Chen Qingniu, the only things he can think about in the village are the old village chief and his parents. He can't repay the old village chief's kindness, and he can't repay it. For this old man, Chen Qingniu regarded him as his grandfather.

Chen Qingniu muttered slightly: "Will my parents have been reincarnated now? Or have they gone to Elysium as the Buddhists in the book say?"

He pondered again: "The world says that the gods on the mountain are indifferent and ruthless, and they often kill people because of a few words, but why are the senior brothers, sisters, and masters different?"

At this time, he was holding a book written by people in the rivers and lakes under the mountain, because he couldn't calm down in his heart to practice, and remembered that the second senior brother Long Yue had specially given him a book to take a good look at first.

Without exception, it was all about how the immortal monk was, and not a word of it was good. Chen Qingniu was a little dumbfounded, and he frowned and thought suspiciously, "Why are the people in the rivers and lakes who wrote this book of immortals so angry with the monks on the mountain?"

Strange to say, Chen Qingniu doesn't have much opinion about the author who wrote the book, and he has always believed that seeing is believing, and only when he sees with his own eyes how things are, he will say his opinion. However, he still admires this person a little, how bold must he be to dare to write those criticisms so "unscrupulously"?

Compared with what is written in this book, Chen Qingniu still prefers to believe that the immortals written in the chivalrous travel novels are powerful, jealous and hateful, and often do things that do the right thing for heaven. As for himself, Chen Qingniu never thought that he could become such a chivalrous man, and he is almost mortal now.

Chen Qingniu, who was a little tired, put down the book in his hand, walked to the window and listened to the sound of the summer breeze blowing through the bamboo leaves, he was a little surprised, there was a peach tree hidden in the bamboo forest that was not growing very well, it was already spring, the flowers on the peach tree had fallen, and it looked a little desolate, but about a dozen or so small cyan fruits that came out made Chen Qingniu feel very fresh, and he was a little looking forward to it, probably in another one or two months to eat peaches, right?

After the trial, Zhan Ao was taken back by the people sent by the family, because the Guiyuan Sect did not require the disciples to be stationed in the sect all the time, and not everyone among the disciples had a master.

Zhan Ao is the first person in the younger generation of the Zhan Clan, but today's trial is a slightly heavy blow to him, because his competition with Sun Sun Chen has become a topic that the young people in the clan will talk about at a party, and the dignified young master of the Zhan Clan was defeated by a woman.

He could have imagined that some people would pretend not to believe it when they talked about their defeat after dinner, and finally laughed and mocked.

The Golden Jade Hall is a place where the disciples of the War Clan usually practice, covering a very large area, and the hall has established five training rooms of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth with the five elements of spiritual veins.

Zhan Ao has not come out of the Golden Hall since he returned to the family, and he is indeed a little uncomfortable when he first tastes the taste of losing, this young man who has been stable in cultivation since he was born is as lonely as he is at this time.

In the distance, a middle-aged man wearing golden silk and embroidered with a white unicorn came over, he frowned slightly and looked at the young man, and said helplessly: "If you lose, you lose, what can you do? Who can never lose in their life?"

Zhan Ao said with a slightly bitter face: "But I lost to a woman, this is a big shame, and now I don't know how to face the people in the clan......"

The middle-aged man was even more helpless, he really had no way to take his son, and he lost to a woman, what is this? He made a big joke for himself, and he knew that he had lost his face? Even your father is going to suffer now, and the uncles in that clan look at him with a little bit of amusement.

He sighed slightly, and said: "What if you lose to a woman? It can only show that you are not as strong as her, but you are so talented, it is not impossible to catch up with her, everything must be reasonable, right? Now that you are so depressed because you lost to a woman, how much will you achieve in the future? I warned you not to be contemptuous of anyone, so that woman can be regarded as a good lesson for you." ”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he left, and he didn't see if his son listened to what he said, because in his opinion, "My son of Zhantian is not so bad." ”

Today is the day of the funeral of the old village chief. In that old house, eight strong men came out carrying a coffin, led by an old man who was about the same age as the old village chief, wearing a shabby Taoist robe, who was shouting a bunch of strange spells that the villagers could not understand, he was the old Taoist priest who came to the village to exchange fortune-telling for food.

Originally, the villagers planned to invite an old man with a high rank in the village to do this, but who would have thought that this old Taoist priest would come again. Everyone saw that this person who could live was not coming, so they directly pulled the old Taoist priest over without saying a word and asked him to be the guide.

The place to bury the old village chief was later chosen by the old Taoist priest, according to his meaning, the old village chief is old, and the original place is only suitable for burying the sixty-year-old, if the old village chief is buried, it will affect his reincarnation in the next life.

The villagers didn't embarrass the old Taoist priest when they heard it, and even a few elderly villagers secretly handed it to the old Taoist priest with a pot of tiger bone wine that they had been reluctant to drink for several years, and asked him if he could pick a good place for himself, the old Taoist priest was embarrassed, but after seeing that he had a pot of wine hanging on his waist at some point, he coughed a few times and said, no problem, I must pick a good place for you.

The old Taoist priest walked a little inexplicably slow along the way, and asked everyone some things that did not match, which caused some dissatisfaction in the hearts of the eight people who carried the coffin behind, although the coffin is not heavy, but the summer sunshine will not take care of people.

In the end, everyone buried the old village chief quite smoothly, and several old people who followed along the way secretly shed tears on the side, once they were also a group of milky and undried boys, and they were also small lotus girls who showed their sharp corners, and the girl who was in love was really in the blink of an eye, as if the last was the end, there was only a pile of mounds left.

Once upon a time, a young girl, she had him in her eyes, and he also had her in his heart.