Chapter 41: The Eight Directions Gather

"There is still a period of time in the beginning of spring, Brother Shaoqing and I have already worshiped the Taoist as a teacher, if you set off, go directly to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to find the two of us. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info me and Shaoqing, there will be no problems with the time arrangement. Qin Ming thought, why shouldn't he say that although he was his master, he didn't teach himself a lot of things, even the mystical method of starting cultivation was originally heard from Du Shiqing.

"That's better!" Yan Bugui stretched out his hand, and the white crane flew in the air, and the two of them left, leaving only Qin Ming and Guan Shaoqing in place.

Qin Ming looked at the white crane in the distance, but he was thinking about the future arrangements in his heart. He has successfully gathered his qi and started the path of monkhood. The first thing is to learn the Tao and provide a guarantee for the next road.

Judging from the crowd of onlookers just now, this kind of physique of his own is feared by many monks, so they want to strangle themselves in the cradle while their wings are not yet full.

"Brother Ming, they're far away, it's getting dark, let's go back!" Guan Shaoqing interrupted Qin Ming's thoughts, Qin Ming nodded and said, "There is still some time, I have to practice some Taoism in the next few days for future use." ”

Having said that, Qin Ming is only gathering qi for the first period, and like Guan Shaoqing, it is still a little difficult to control Shenhong.

Step by step, everything must start from the most basic, and still be linked to the beginning.

The so-called Taoism comes from 3,000 Taoist collections and 10,000 volumes of scriptures. Only those who have a solid foundation can understand the truth.

There are a total of fifteen phases of Qi gathering, and according to the qualifications and physique, the time required to cross this great realm can range from several years to hundreds of years. Therefore, at the time of each issue, a divine pattern will be imprinted on the original god to suppress the original god and make it immortal for three hundred years.

What Qin Ming had to do was to return to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, continue to study the ten thousand volumes of scriptures, consult the people who should not be Taoists, and learn the Dao Law. Make some preparations for entering the ruins.

The snow on Mount Qingcheng melted, everything recovered, and the warmth of spring replaced the bitter cold of winter. New shoots have sprouted on the willow branches, and the weeds have become green.

Qin Ming looked at the road in front of the Scripture Pavilion and knew that the time of spring had arrived. The trip to the ancient ruins may be today.

He Ying's hair has become thinner, and he looks less vibrant. At this time, he walked out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion slowly with an iron rod, holding a bamboo slip in his hand, walked up to Qin Ming, and said: "This volume of scriptures is for you, since you have decided to take this opportunity to leave the Loose Sect, it is a gift from the teacher!"

"I'm old for the teacher, I can't move, although the Yuan Shen is alive, but this flesh shell has reached the limit! Han Poison Dragon's old child is probably the same as me!"

Qin Ming's heart was moved, he took the bamboo slip, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. Looking at He Ying's back, I couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness rising from the bottom of my heart. It was the desolation of the monk, who could not take the last step, and could not find that slightest opportunity, and finally died of old age.

The longevity of a monk is no longer calculated in terms of one or two years, but in a hundred years or a thousand years. Qin Ming didn't know how many years He Ying had lived, but he knew that He shouldn't have lived as he imagined, and his longevity was short. At this step of cultivation, he is now like this, at least a hundred years of life, which is the life of a mortal.

After no longer thinking about this, after putting the bamboo slips into the baggage, Qin Ming saw the white crane flying in the air, and Chen Ruofei and Yan Bugui were still standing on it.

At this time, Guan Shaoqing also walked out of the Scripture Pavilion, carrying a burden, saw the two of them, and said, "Why don't you go with the sword?"

At the mention of the sword, Qin Ming's face changed continuously. His own bronze sword is still with Han Poison Dragon, it is a relic of Grandpa, or is it a Qin Clan's thing! It seems that if you want to take back the bronze sword from Han Poison Dragon, you still have to go back to the Loose Sect.

"The land of ancient ruins is not far from Qingcheng Mountain, you two should not get lost if you follow the two of us!" Chen Ruofei stood on the back of the white crane, looked at Qin Ming in front of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and admonished, "Let's just go and see, and we won't compete with those geniuses for any treasures, so we can have a way out and not be targeted!"

The geniuses in Chen Ruofei's mouth naturally refer to the children of those families. More or less, they have all reached the realm of the fifth stage of qi gathering, and they have just come out to experience.

Boarding Guan Shaoqing's Xuantie heavy sword, Qin Ming looked back at the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, he knew that if he left like this, he might not see He Ying again.

The Xuantie heavy sword was made by Guan Shaoqing when he went to Jicheng and found a blacksmith, and there was no engraved pattern in it, so it flew a little slowly, and fell far behind Chen Ruofei.

Guan Shaoqing walked with his sword, carrying Qin Ming, and after half an hour, he flew out of the range of Qingcheng Mountain. Looking not far away, there is another hill, sitting there.

The hills are repeated, high and low staggered. It's not a flat hill, it's a rolling hilly area. There are towering ancient trees that grow on the edge of the hills, and dense primeval forests that cover the surface.

The outline of a castle appears in the heart of the hills, and the mottled bluestone bricks on the walls tell a long history. Inside the city, the ruins of the wall are covered with moss, showing that this city has been abandoned for a long time.

"We can't go any further, it is rumored that there is a formation pattern in front of us, which can hook the 'momentum' and show some formations, so that we, the monks with low cultivation, are hindered. Chen Ruofei stood on the back of the white crane, and after Qin Ming and Guan Shaoqing arrived, he talked about some of the situation ahead.

Qin Ming looked up at the outline of the city in the center of the hills, where it was misty, as if a layer of mist was shrouded, showing an unknown situation, and said, "It is worthy of being a place where big people fight, I can feel the extraordinary. ”

Four people landed and went to the edge of the hilly terrain. The roar of the beast was heard, indicating that this place was unlike any other, and that every inch of the air was full of life, and that it did not feel like a battlefield at all.

In fact, this is a battlefield, when the big men shot, fought here endlessly, and left a lot of antiquities. Between the big guys, one move is to cover an area of hundreds of miles. Some monks are even able to pierce the void and fight each other.

At this moment, the sound of "huhu-" came, and Qin Ming and the others followed the voice.

I saw that in the sky, many people came with the sword, and it was the monk of the Loose Sect. Qin Ming and the four of them saw it clearly, those people were the disciples of the previous generation of the Xiaoyao Sect, and they had been practicing in the sect all year round. They are not enlightened people, nor are they strong, they are just fools who cultivate, indulging in cultivation, even if it is the beginning of spring every year, they will not come to the ancient ruins. However, this year, they came, which was really unexpected by the four.

"Some of the disciples of our generation have not yet gathered their energy, so they did not come. They joined the sect many years earlier than us, and rarely went out of Qingcheng Mountain, why did they appear here today?" Chen Ruofei also had some questions, he still had some understanding of the Qingcheng Mountain Loose Sect. These people, at least ten years, have not been seen.

"Do you want to join forces with them? The four of us, I'm afraid we won't find any treasures. Aconitum ginseng and Nine Spirit Rhino Horn are our ultimate goal!" Qin Ming's eyes showed a hint of hope, although he couldn't get the fragments of magic weapons used by the big people, he could at least find some leftovers to refine a weapon at hand.

The monk of the Easy Sect walked with his sword, and skipped over the heads of the four Qin Ming, obviously to enter the interior of the ancient ruins.

Just as Qin Ming and the others raised their feet to advance, a thunderclap came from the sky.

The voice of "Boom, Boom-" came, and several divine rainbows flew from afar and landed in front of Qin Ming and the four of them.

"Demon Clan!" After those people appeared, Chen Ruofei was a little surprised, "What the hell is going on? Is something happening in the ancient ruins? In previous years, there was no demon clan? Could it be that you really want to gather from all directions?"