It would definitely be impossible to steal from the moves in the future, but even so, Han Cheng's goal could be regarded as achieved, and he just wanted to use this as a springboard to learn a little self-defense.

As a Xianxia fan, Han Cheng in his previous life has read countless Xianxia novels, and the "Legend of the Swordsman of Shushan" by the owner of the Pearl House is naturally no stranger, and he can be said to be clear about the various treasure locations in the Shushan world, although most of them have hosts, and they can't be easily stolen, and there are always some fish that have slipped through the net, which have not been calculated by those cultivation masters.

Those magic weapons, exercises, and elixirs that slipped through the net were the glimmer of life for him to step into the immortal road, but unfortunately they were either buried in the deep mountains and valleys, or hidden in the high forests and valleys, poisonous insects and beasts were everywhere, and demons and gangsters were rampant.

Not to mention how Han Cheng was thinking about it, at this time, the Emei disciples in the Qingshi Courtyard had stopped practicing boxing one after another.

A middle-aged monk wearing a half-new navy blue robe with a red lacquered gourd tied around his waist suddenly appeared in the courtyard at some point, his face was full of beard, unkempt, and his head was simply wrapped in a turban, looking like a complete lazy man. It's just that the occasional little light between his crystal ruddy face and the closed eyes shows his extraordinary, which is a manifestation that can only be achieved when internal and external skills have reached a certain realm.

It is said that he is a very free and easy person, has no taboos, often dresses in disguise, lingers among the world, and excavates some unique cultivation seeds. It is especially good for wine and unevenness, quite a bit of 'a thousand cups of drunkenness, only I wine and sword fairy!' ancient monk style.

"You are all my new inner disciples of Emei, the cultivation time is not long, you need to know that the cultivation is against the sky, the eight realms of the immortal path: practicing qi, channeling the gods, spiritual void, purple mansion, scattered immortals, earth immortals, heavenly immortals, and golden immortals. Every realm is a big threshold, which can be described as a lot of disasters, and the slightest carelessness will be a dead end. ”

Seeing the elder coming to the courtyard in person, the more than a dozen Emei disciples in the courtyard were all excited, and they all stopped practicing boxing, held their breath, and listened to the elder's teachings, for fear of missing something important.

Han Cheng also unconsciously pricked up his ears, and while cleaning the corners of the corridor, he listened carefully.

"Since ancient times, those who can overcome all the thorns and thorns, survive the three disasters and nine difficulties, the baby is a complete success, and those who have cultivated to the realm of heavenly immortals can be said to be one in a hundred; those who can stick to their hearts, soar in the flesh, and achieve golden immortals are even more one-in-a-thousand, all of them are the sons of luck with perseverance, extraordinary talents, and many adventures!

One will be a success!

The vast majority of cultivators are either restricted by their hearts and talents, or by the law of wealth, and they have no ambitions, so they can only sigh and be content in front of the gate of immortality. barely bobo for hundreds of years, once the deadline is reached, it is still inevitable that the body will die and re-enter the reincarnation. It's hard to cultivate the truth, it's hard to go to the sky!"

"Is it really that difficult to achieve a golden immortal when the physical body soars?" Han Cheng was secretly shocked in his heart.

Seeing that the disciples below were all stunned by his words, with a solemn look on their faces, the drunken Taoist nodded imperceptibly.

Xindao These post-born boys have just gone up the mountain to practice, and one by one they rely on the blessings of the immortals, and they feel that they are superior, and they are quite rampant, and it is still necessary to suppress them appropriately, and it is still necessary to kill their arrogance.

The so-called way of promotion and suppression, between square inches, after pointing out the difficulties of cultivation, it is time to take some dry goods to inspire.

After a while, the drunken Taoist suddenly changed his words: "However, although it is difficult to cultivate the ——,, you don't need to be discouraged, my Emei is known as the head of the Xuanmen, and the town faction exercise "Nine Heavens Xuanjing" inherits the Taiqing vein of the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion, which is the most authentic golden immortal inheritance of Taoism, as long as you abandon the dust and thoughts, and persevere in cultivation, even if it is not as holy as the Changmei Patriarch, you can't win a heavenly immortal Dao fruit, rank in the immortal class, live forever, and enjoy the immortal blessing forever!"

"Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion! Golden Immortal Inheritance!"

Listening to these words, Han Cheng's eyes shot a scorching light, and at the same time, he also had a deep fear of the Emei faction, the dignified golden immortal Dao system, known as the inheritance of the Taiqing Dao ancestor, the Emei faction can definitely be regarded as the hardest and strongest top immortal sect in the background in the Shushan world!

Since the soul pierced, after a few years of mixing at the bottom, Han Cheng has tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and he no longer thinks that he will have any protagonist aura as a traverser, and it has become his instinct to be cautious and seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

"'Emei Wine Sword Immortal, crisscrossing heaven and earth', the disciple had heard the name of a real person by chance when he was in the world, and he admired it very much! The disciple dared to ask, as a famous sword immortal predecessor in the cultivation realm, I don't know what realm the real person has cultivated to now?"

At this moment, a disciple named Han Song asked, his words were respectful, his eyes were attentive, and his attitude was neither humble nor silent.

As soon as the words fell, there were bursts of exclamations from his side, and all the disciples were deeply impressed by Han Song's courage.

The drunken Taoist obviously didn't expect this stubble, and he was stunned when he heard the words, but he quickly adjusted back, and his face once again regained a solemn expression.

He twisted his beard and said: "The poor Dao qualifications are dull, and he has practiced for more than 170 years, and he can condense the Yuan Fetus and step into the realm of the Purple Mansion, compared with Xuan Zhenzi, Ascetic Toutuo, Miao Yi Zhangjiao and other senior brothers, it is far behind!"

The Drunken Daoist is modest in his words, but the new disciples below dare not hold it up, as the fourth realm of the Eight Realms of the Immortal Dao, the Purple Mansion Period, the Drunken Daoist is only one step away from conceiving a baby and achieving a scattered immortal.

This is nothing to the second-generation elders of Emei, who are extremely talented and have been cultivating for hundreds of years, and to them, the little rookies in the cultivation realm, they are definitely unattainable existences! All the disciples showed their envy and fascination.

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and the poor road takes itself as an example, which can be regarded as a supervision to you, I hope you can guard against arrogance and rashness, practice diligently, and carry forward my Emei thousand-year-old foundation!"

The words of the drunken Taoist opened a new door to Han Cheng, if he had only a general and hazy concept of cultivating immortals before, now he really has the direction and motivation to practice, the eight realms of the immortal path that the drunken Taoist said in his mouth are like a well-defined ladder to the sky, which can be expected and reached!

Han Chengzheng was eavesdropping, and suddenly heard a whip, and then there was a hot pain in his back, even if he was separated by a layer of clothing, it was still a little unbearable, and he subconsciously let out a miserable howl of 'ah'.