At the door of the Sword Washing Hall, Fang Cheng, who was sitting on the ground, was practicing the method of true qi control of things taught by the scholar man.

At the beginning, Fang Cheng successfully used his True Qi to control the gravel, and he also felt that this True Qi was so simple, just look at it. But when the gravel was lifted off the ground, Fang Cheng began to worry.

In the first few exercises, Fang Cheng controlled the distance of the gravel from the ground by four or five inches at most, and then the gravel fell off uncontrollably.

Looking at the gravel again, the young man secretly exerted himself in his heart, and breathed a screen.

Imitating the movements of the scholar man just now, Fang Cheng stretched out his right hand, gathered his true qi in the palm of his hand, and aimed at the gravel in front of him, Fang Cheng felt a feeling of heat in the palm of his hand.

Lying on the ground, the gravel trembled and gradually floated.

The gravel floated almost a foot in the air and began to shake violently, instantly falling straight down like a wild horse that had escaped the reins.

"Boom"

Gravel falls on the ground.

Seeing that this was the case again, Fang Cheng couldn't help but sigh and raised his head, Fang Cheng looked around and looked at the other disciples.

Some immortals had already flown more than two feet high under the control of the gravel, but in the end, they also fell uncontrollably to the ground.

"Why is this so difficult," Fang Cheng's face was furrowed.

Retracting his gaze, Fang Cheng glanced at Hou Min beside him again.

I saw Hou Min sitting with his eyes closed, not moving at all, as if he was recuperating his spirits.

Why didn't Senior Sister Hou practice this immortal method, did she fall asleep?

"Senior Sister Hou..."Fang Cheng shouted quietly.

Slightly closed his eyes, Hou Min opened his eyes when he heard the sound, turned his head to look at Fang Cheng, and was a little puzzled.

"Senior Sister Hou, why don't you cultivate this immortal method?" Fang Cheng was a little puzzled, all the disciples in this hall were practicing hard, and Senior Sister Hou was indifferent there.

"Senior Sister Hou, this immortal method can control objects, just use the true qi to gather in the palm of your hand to control it" Fang Cheng's voice increased slightly, and recounted the scholar's explanation.

Hou Min, who heard what Fang Cheng said, was expressionless, and she didn't want to reply to Fang Cheng.

Turning his head, Hou Min closed his eyes slightly and continued to recuperate.

Seeing this, the enthusiastic Fang Cheng thought that the sound of the practice in the hall was too noisy, but Senior Sister Hou didn't hear it, so she cleared her throat and prepared to speak again.

I saw that Hou Min's true qi fluctuated, and the gravel lying on the ground instantly rose from the ground, like a sharp arrow off the string, flying straight into the sky, and only when it touched the beam in the Sword Washing Hall did it slowly fall and lie flat on the ground.

Fang Cheng, who saw the scene in front of him, opened his mouth wide, as if his throat was sealed by this gravel, and he couldn't speak.

"Damn, how tall does this have to be!" Fang Cheng was startled and looked up at the beams of the Washing Sword Hall.

The simple boy also made a special gesture to measure the distance.

"I'm Nima, I've got a lot of money here!" Fang Cheng exclaimed in surprise after coming to a conclusion, causing several disciples who were cultivating beside him to glance back at Fang Cheng.

"I can't help it, I can't help it..."Fang Cheng scratched his head, looking at a few disciples who looked back, and smiled.

"Don't make a fuss here, Senior Sister Hou is a Jindan monk. After one of the monks said a word, he turned his head and continued to practice the immortal method.

"Oh, oh, oh..."Fang Cheng, who knew the reason, nodded blankly.

Monk Jindan, isn't this the same as Brother Sun, no wonder Brother Sun can paddle through the water with one hand.

Coming back to his senses and looking at the gravel in front of him, Fang Cheng began to worry again.

This is neat, I have worked hard, but every time I get to almost a foot, I obviously feel that the connection between the qi in my body and the palm of my hand is broken, and I can't afford the support of this gravel...

"In the end, my cultivation is low, alas" The young man supported his cheek with one hand, frowning sadly.

Fang Cheng sat there and began to look left and right again.

Some disciples, like themselves, fell off when the gravel flew to four or five inches.

Some disciples are not as good as themselves, and they didn't fly an inch.

Those failed disciples, like Fang Cheng, looked at the gravel in front of them with a sad face, and longed to lift him to three feet with their hands now.

After about a moment, Fang Cheng, who was looking around, found that the scholar man at the jade table had stepped down from the main seat.

Looking at the pace of the scholar man, Fang Cheng was stunned.

It seems to be coming to himself.

"Do I know him?" Fang Cheng wondered, this should not be looking for himself.

Immediately glanced at Senior Sister Hou, who was still recuperating, and Fang Cheng had an answer.

Fang Cheng simply lowered his head and stared at the gravel on the ground, you look at me and I look at you.

The scholar man slowly walked to Fang Cheng and Hou Min's side, looked at Fang Cheng who was bowing his head and holding his cheeks, and smiled.

"Hou Min see ........." Hou Min had already opened his eyes at this time, stood up and prepared to salute.

The scholar man waved the folding fan in his hand, interrupted Hou Min's words, and motioned to sit down.

Hou Min clenched his fists and nodded his forehead slightly, sat down cross-legged and continued to close his eyes to recuperate.

The scholar man flicked his sleeves slightly, leaned forward, and the folding fan was inserted into his waist at some point.

"Fang Cheng Xiaoyou..."The scholar man spoke.

Fang Cheng, who was still bowing his head, was aroused by this gentle male voice, and hurriedly stood up and looked at the scholar man in front of him.

"Fang Cheng has seen... I have seen Mr. Immortal Master" Fang Cheng was a little anxious, the first time he came to class, he didn't even know the surname of the scholar man in front of him, and he didn't know what to call it for a while.

In fact, the scholar man also came to wash Jianfeng for the first time.

Seeing the embarrassment of the young man, the scholar man smiled kindly and disagreed.

"Little friends don't have to be like this, you and I belong to the same sect, why do you need to see outside" The scholar man put his hand and pressed Fang Cheng's shoulder.

Fang Cheng sat down.

"Xiao Sheng is the same senior brother of the sect master of the Qingyun Sect, and he is also the second elder of the Qingyun Sect," the scholar man said on his own initiative.

"Fang Cheng has seen the second elder" After knowing the identity of the man in front of him, Fang Cheng, who was sitting on the ground, clasped his hands into fists and did not forget to salute.

Qing Xiaozi helped the jade crown on his head and accepted Fang Cheng's gift.

Glancing at the gravel lying on the ground in front of Fang Cheng, Qing Xiaozi asked knowingly, "I don't know Xiaoyou, why were you worried here just now?"

"This..."Hearing why the man next to him came to find his purpose, Fang Cheng became a little hesitant.

Fang Cheng pressed his head violently, and his face towards the ground was a little red.

"The disciple has not been able to learn this immortal method, and the most thing to control is less than one foot" His hands clenched his fists again, Fang Cheng was a little ashamed.

Fang Cheng's change was a bit unexpected by Qing Xiaozi. I heard the second senior brother say that this person is a person sent by the Mahayana immortals, how could he be trapped in this most basic technique of manipulating true qi and controlling things?

Qing Xiaozi's gaze shifted slightly, thoughtfully.

Fang Cheng, who had not received a reply from the Second Elder, continued to keep his head down and clenched his fists, not daring to move.

"It's okay, it's okay, Xiaoyou is a preliminary immortal road, and it's reasonable to be a little sleepy" Qing Xiaozi turned his gaze back to look at Fang Cheng, pulled out the folding fan on his waist, and slightly grasped the handle of the fan.

"Fang Cheng is presumptuous, I don't know why every time my True Qi controls the stone to seven or eight inches, the True Qi in my body can't support the gravel to float in the air, resulting in failure, and I also ask the Second Elder to give advice" Fang Cheng expressed his confusion.

Fang Cheng, who was alone in Qingyun Sect, hoped to get the guidance of the man in front of him and help him find the direction of cultivating immortals.

"Little friends praise falsely, don't you dare to teach you" Qingxiaozi couldn't help but smile, opened the folding fan, and shook the wind.

"It must be known that if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, and the immortal law itself depends on the support of the true qi in the immortal master's qi mansion. The thickness of the true qi is higher than the other, which determines the difference between the strength and weakness of the immortal law. A Yuanying Cultivator's low-grade immortal method is much more powerful than a Jindan Immortal Master's middle-grade immortal method. ”

"Little friend, in the early stage of Qi refining, there is too little true qi left in the Qi Mansion, just go to the Qi Gathering Platform to meditate and breathe out to improve the realm" Qing Xiaozi answered Fang Cheng's question.

The young man who heard the answer raised his head as if he had received a treasure, and arched his hands that had been clenched for a long time with excitement.

"Fang Cheng thanks the Second Elder for his teaching!"

"Immortal Ze of the same sect, why do you need to be like this" Qing Xiaozi knocked the folding fan in the palm of his hand and saluted with both hands.

"Xiaosheng suddenly has one thing, I can't accompany Xiaoyou here" Qing Xiaozi changed his words.

"If it's not in the way, the second elder please take care of yourself" Fang Cheng smiled, feeling comfortable.

Qing Xiaozi smiled and lowered his hands.

As if by accident, the folding fan touched the woman who was meditating beside her.

"Xiaosheng retires", Qingxiaozi set off and walked out of the Sword Washing Hall.

Fang Cheng saw that the second elder had left the Sword Washing Hall, and he didn't think much about it, he sat cross-legged and looked at the gravel in front of him, feeling relaxed and happy.

I really listened to your words, like a tiger with wings!

"Practice today!

Fang Cheng's eyes were flooded, and he immediately began to gather true qi to control the gravel.

......

Time flies, Fang Cheng, who was staring at the gravel in front of him, didn't notice it, and Hou Min, who was close his eyes and recuperating beside him, disappeared without knowing when.

——

Wash the mountainside of Jianfeng, on the stone bridge.

Qingxiaozi stood on the bridge, shaking a folding fan to look at the scenery.

Beside him, a woman stood.

"Do you know that Fang Cheng?" Qing Xiaozi looked at the smoke and clouds in the mountains and did not look back.

When the woman heard this, she replied respectfully: "Second Elder Hui, when I went to pick up my youngest sister Hou Baojun up the mountain a few days ago, I saw it once at the entrance of Jinyin Village. ”

The woman is none other than Hou Min who disappeared in the Sword Washing Hall.

Hou Min thought for a moment, and immediately added: "I once heard my little sister say that this person has been growing up in Jinyin Village and has never left the village. ”

"And..."Hou Min paused, not knowing whether to speak or not.

"But it doesn't hurt to say," Qing Xiaozi stopped the swaying folding fan in his hand.

"This person's parents died a few years ago, and he has always been a big foil from the villagers who live in the same village," Hou Min said with a bowed head.

"I grew up in the village, my parents died, and I don't know how to cultivate immortals..."The corners of Qing Xiaozi's mouth raised slightly, and he put away the folding fan.

This recipe is kind of interesting.

"Okay, let me be alone for a while" Qing Xiaozi gave an order.

The disciple retired. Hou Min clenched his fists and then left the stone bridge.

...

On the stone bridge, the scholar man was bored and looked at the tiled house where the boy lived.

"It's also appropriate for the situation" The scholar man pursed his teeth and smiled.

Then his eyebrows tightened, as if he was in some distress.

"Forget it, the stream is sloping, and the mountains are covered..."

"People go too. ”