Although Feng Shaoyang can't practice Qi cultivation, he is at ease and happy, and he is very interested in books, as long as there are words, he has to read them. Qingxu Daoist felt relieved at first, but after a long time, he began to feel depressed and angry. One is that the bloody aura of the wolf demon in the body is causing trouble, and the temper is getting worse and worse. The second is that Feng Shaoyang can't put down the books on piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, machine tools, etc., yesterday he asked music theory, today he asked about painting art, yesterday he tinkered with a wooden armor, and today he fiddled with the frame of the instrument, blaming Qingxu Dao for being angry and blaming him for only being greedy for fun and not learning the right way.

Qingxu Daoist has always refused to let Feng Shaoyang call himself master, only let him call himself Daoist, Feng Shaoyang asked a few times, Qingxu Daoist did not answer positively, and always crossed the words. Qingxu Dao Chang knew that this Qingyu Mountain was only the first stop of Feng Shaoyang, and he was just a guide on his way forward, and his pattern was the whole heaven and earth.

The Bishan Sect will recruit about 200 inner disciples every year, and nearly half of these new disciples will be eliminated in the next three years, and half of the remaining 100 or so will be converted into outer disciples in the next three to five years. Therefore, the Bishan Sect can add less than 100 new inner disciples every year.

At present, there are more than 20 high-level cultivators in the Bishan Sect who have reached the foundation building stage, and there are five cultivators in the Yudan period, two of whom are practicing in seclusion, and the other three are currently serving as senior elders of the Pishan Sect.

The cultivation of Qingyun Dao Chief is already at the advanced level of the foundation building stage, and he is faced with the choice of whether to condense the true qi into the inner dan, so as to advance to the knot pill stage. Although the Qingxu Dao Elder has long been a high-level in the foundation building period, because he has been going down the mountain to explore for many years, he has missed the best opportunity to advance the Dan, and now he is advancing at the age of sixty, which is extremely risky, plus the wolf demon in his body is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, as well as the cultivation problem of Feng Shaoyang, so it is impossible to risk the Dan.

Daoist Qingyun came to greet his senior brother Daoist Qingxu every day, and by the way, he also reported on the affairs in the door. Because Qingxu Daoist was dedicated to teaching Xi Feng Shaoyang's cultivation, he let Qingyun still have business as usual and decided by himself.

Qingxu Dao Chang explained to Qingyun in detail his experience of going down the mountain in the past few years, and also said the tragedy of Fengjiazhuang, and also said the mystery of Feng Shaoyang's life experience, but he did not say his own guess, firstly, this kind of guess is not lacking, and secondly, it is also to reduce unnecessary consequences. Daoist Qingyun was also surprised when he heard this, and couldn't help but sigh that the senior brother in charge had paid a lot.

Feng Shaoyang likes Qingyun Daoist very much, and always calls him Uncle Shi after he gets acquainted, according to his age, Qingyun Daoist's second disciples are all nearly thirty years old.

Although Qingyun Dao Chang is more than fifty years old, his temperament is still elegant and free, he likes to be free, and since he took over as the acting head of the sect for his senior brother, although he has done his best, but the affairs in the door are complicated, and he is not good at it, so he is very distressed and depressed. The smart and simple, steady and unrestrained young man in front of him, Qingyun Dao Chang feels very relaxed and comfortable with him, he doesn't have so much trouble, and he doesn't have to worry too much, he also feels like a young child, and he is in a good mood every time he comes, so he has a feeling of familiarity at first sight for Feng Shaoyang.

Every time Qingyun Daoist came, Feng Shaoyang would be pestered to ask this and that, but Qingyun Daoist was obsessed with external swordsmanship, and he was not very proficient in others. On this day, for some reason, Feng Shaoyang was actually interested in swordsmanship and swordsmanship, and asked to teach Qingyun Dao Chang, and now he was happy to teach Feng Shaoyang swordsmanship. This frightened the Qingxu Dao Chief, and he hurriedly stopped it, and the Qingyun Dao Leader remembered Feng Shaoyang's blood surge disease. Qingyun Daoist hurriedly said that he wanted to give Shaoyang a wooden sword, but Feng Shaoyang was so happy that he shouted that he would want it immediately.

The next day, Daoist Qingyun specially found a piece of fine hundred-year-old mountain peach hardwood, and quickly sharpened a wooden sword that was more than three feet long, the sword body was dark red, the texture was smooth, and there was no scarring. Then Qingyun Dao Chang used a grinding stone to polish it carefully, round and smooth, without a trace of sharp points, and used a piece of delicate silk juan to repeatedly grind all over the sword body, and then he was satisfied. He also made a pair of scabbards with leftover materials, which were also carefully polished, and some silver foil was found, and the scabbard was carefully wrapped in several layers before giving up. After a whole morning, Qingyun Daoist found a cyan brocade set and wrapped it tightly, and then he was full of joy, hid it in his arms, and walked over.

Feng Shaoyang looked forward to it for a morning, and when he saw that the Qingyun Dao Elder had arrived, he was overjoyed, cheered, and hurriedly shouted, crossed the wooden sword, and danced the swordsmanship taught by the Qingyun Dao Chief. Qingyun Dao Chang joked that if he didn't work hard to practice the sword, he wouldn't be able to take it back, and the frightened Feng Shaoyang practiced for two hours in a row, and collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

More than half a month has passed, and Feng Shaoyang Dantian still has no sense of qi. If it is an ordinary disciple in the sect, he will have a sense of qi after practicing qi for a month, that is, there is a feeling of ants and insects wriggling in the dantian.

On this day, Feng Shaoyang was meditating and practicing qi, but he thought in his heart that the wooden armor man made yesterday was only one foot tall, but under the control of the rope, he could imitate various movements of people, which was really vivid, so he was happy in his heart. Unexpectedly, Qingxu Daoist came over and happened to see the happy expression on Feng Shaoyang's face, knowing that he was already a heart ape and did not practice qi seriously, so he scolded Feng Shaoyang at the moment.

Although Feng Shaoyang knew that he was wrong, he had never seen such a big temper in the Qingxu Dao Changfa, but he didn't know that the Qingxu Dao Chang had an attack at this time because of the bloody aura of the wolf demon in his body, which affected his mood. Feng Shaoyang felt very aggrieved, but because he respected Qingxu Daoist very much, he had to listen silently, and he didn't dare to come out.

Qingxu Dao Chang noticed that there was something wrong with the evil qi in his body, and after reprimanding a few words, he asked Feng Shaoyang to reflect on his own repentance, and went to the inner room to meditate to calm down the evil qi in his body.

Feng Shaoyang was depressed in his heart, and he had no intention of meditating, so he walked out of the house and sat by the pool behind the house to sulk. Feng Shaoyang raised his head, and saw the green mountains and jade stones outside the courtyard wall, the pine and cypress, he had been coming to Qingyu Mountain for more than a month, and he had been practicing in the house all day long, and he had never come out to play, and he couldn't help but feel much more comfortable when he saw such a scene.

So, Feng Shaoyang looked out through the crack in the door from the small door on the side of the courtyard wall, and suddenly, found that the door was only inserted with a latch inside, and it was not locked, and he felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, so he gently opened the courtyard door and came to the back mountain.

The mountain behind this courtyard is a pine forest, quiet, inaccessible, and exuding a smell of rotting leaves. Feng Shaoyang felt a little disappointed, and was about to turn back, when suddenly, he saw a white rabbit under the tree in front of him, and he was curious for a while, so he chased after him.

The white rabbit didn't seem to be running far, and after running a few steps, he looked back. Feng Shaoyang panted and ran behind, and when he saw the white rabbit simply stopped and stopped, as if waiting for him, he hurriedly ran a few steps, and when there was more than a foot left, the rabbit jumped and ran away.

Feng Shaoyang couldn't run anymore, and he was unwilling to give up, so he slowly walked forward step by step, and the white rabbit also slowed down and jumped slowly in front of him. In this way, one after the other, Feng Shaoyang followed behind the white rabbit and walked slowly towards the top of the mountain.

The higher you go, the fewer trees there are, and at last only bare rocks remain. Unconsciously, Feng Shaoyang followed the white rabbit along the hillside for two or three miles, and arrived at a boulder near the peak. And the white rabbit ran two steps, turned around, jumped behind the boulder and disappeared.

Feng Shaoyang puffed a sigh, took two steps forward, turned the boulder, and saw a few lush pine trees on the peak, one of which was winding on the edge of the cliff, although the mountain wind was trembling, but it stood proudly.

Looking around for a while, but couldn't see the figure of the white rabbit, Feng Shaoyang couldn't help but be a little disappointed, felt exhausted, leaned on the boulder to breathe and rest, and saw the towering cloud peaks, the peaks and forests under the cliffs were shrouded in clouds and mist, the mountains were verdant, and the thousands of peaks and mountains were like a fairyland. Feng Shaoyang had never seen such a scene, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Feng Shaoyang was immersed in this boundless and beautiful mountain scenery, and suddenly heard a crisp laughter like a bell.