Jiang Liu obtained the "Past Mida Sutra", and naturally continued to visualize every day, cultivating the magic of the Fa. However, he was extremely careful, and only visualized a few breaths in the morning and evening during the day, and when something happened, he immediately stopped.

The rest of the time, Bai Ziyue and Concubine Yuan, who were the eight demon immortals, also had their own exchanges.

Jiang Liu's martial arts cultivation is all from the "Dragon Snake" world, although he has comprehended the fist intent and broken through the innate realm, but if he really wants to assess, he is only the first to enter the realm of "blood exchange" of the martial saint, and he is far away from the immortals!

fought with the doppelganger of the Peacock King before, and the doppelganger said that he had an immortal cultivator, which was actually inaccurate. That's because he has the "Kyushu Ding" and the "power of one state" to bless, so his attack power has reached the human immortal, but his physical body is a martial saint.

However, Bai Ziyue himself is only a martial saint cultivator, although there are some references to Jiang Liu in the martial arts, but it is not big. Among them, the "Bull Demon Strength Method" and "Flying Spirit Bone Fist" are similar to the "Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound" and "Pure Yang Qi" in the world of "Dragon and Snake", and they are even more clever.

In a blink of an eye, it was the cold winter wax moon.

That Faxiang supernatural power is not a short time to be successfully cultivated, it can only take a long time to slowly condense. However, the Dharma Phases of those Yaksha and Shura can be achieved quickly, but compared to the Buddha Mitha, the power is too weak and not worth cultivating.

Jiang Liu reminded that the White Fox clan was also preparing to relocate, and the destination of the relocation was the Yuantu Empire, and Bai Ziyue was ready to take them away.

As for the Xianghu King and Princess, she is still hidden in the Daqian Palace, and I don't know what the intentions are.

With the departure of this group of white foxes, the fox cave gradually became cold, Bai Ziyue had also left, and Jiang Liu couldn't help but think of the protagonist Hong Yi.

"I have taken away the opportunity that should belong to him, how should he grow up? Why don't I take him as an apprentice?"

As soon as he thought of this, the river went towards the Autumn Moon Temple. There is only this temple in this western mountain, and it is extremely dilapidated. The Great Qian Empire worshiped Taoism and suppressed Buddhism, and even the Great Zen Temple, the holy land of Buddhism in the world, was destroyed, and these small temples naturally did not have the reason to prosper.

It was dark, and the river came to the outside of the small temple. There is an ordinary old monk guarding the temple, if it is not for the old and can't go anywhere, he will never guard this leaky temple without a few incense.

In the face of the wind and snow, Jiang Liu knocked on the door of the temple, took off his coat and hat, hung it in the corner of the wall, and then sat in front of the brazier to roast the fire. For him, this wind and snow naturally had no effect, and as soon as his vitality was steamed, he could dry the clothes on his body. But it was not a whim, and he wanted to accept Hong Yi as an apprentice, so he dressed up.

"Great monk, bring me a bowl of somen noodles!" said that, he took out a few dimes of broken silver and gave it to the old monk.

This great monk is already a little old, but fortunately, he is still very tough, his hands are folded, and he said respectfully: "My Buddha came to Qiuyue Temple, it is a blessing that the old monk has cultivated all his life, and I dare not accept it!"

If ordinary people go to the temple, the monks call them "bodhisattvas", and they never call pilgrims "my Buddha".

Jiang Liu contemplated the Buddha of Mita, and the whole person also had a trace of the charm of the Buddha, sitting cross-legged, with a serene expression, but not like the majesty of the Buddha statues in other temples, but revealing a kind of friendly atmosphere.

The old monk has recited Buddhist scriptures all his life in the face of the Buddha statue, and he can naturally see one or two.

"Let you take it!"

"Thank you, Buddha!"

With that, the old monk went to the backyard and lit the fire with reverence.

It didn't take long for a bowl of mushroom noodles to be presented in front of Jiang Liu, who looked at the lights still lit in the side hall through the wind and snow, and said, "Is there anything else? Oh, by the way, there are ten taels of silver here, and when the wind and snow stop, go to the city and buy some food and charcoal, and if possible, I will stay here for a few days. ”

Soon after Jiang Liu finished eating a bowl of somen noodles, a steady footstep came over. With a clear and handsome face, he deserves to be the protagonist. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, his body has become a little thicker, and he has obviously begun to practice martial arts.

"I heard the master say that a Bodhisattva came to the temple, and the scholar Hong Yite came to visit. Hong Yi bowed towards Jiang Liu and said without humility or arrogance.

Jiang Liu sat cross-legged, without the intention of moving, his eyelids were slightly raised, like the big Buddha behind him, looking at him together, and said with a smile: "Next spring is the scientific expedition, you are very diligent." This lonely temple is a good place to study, pure!

"Borrow the good words of Mr.!"

The two talked a few more words, and Hong Yi left.

The north wind howled, and the wind and snow obscured the heavens and the earth, and the walls on all sides clicked.

In the small room of the side hall, Hong Yi picked out the wick and prayed: "Mother, if you have a spirit in the sky, bless me with a branch and correct your name." ”

So softly said.

Bang!

The lights burst out of a flower.

Shaped like a lotus blooming, unconsciously, the light was three points brighter than before, and the charcoal fire that was about to be extinguished in the pot also revealed a warmth. Outside, the wind was howling and the snow was falling, but the whole room was gradually getting warmer.

The snow fell all night and finally stopped before dawn. The continuous white snow decorates the world, the jade leaves of the Qiong branches, the pink jade bricks, the bright color, it is really a gratifying scene of the snow harvest year.

Hong Yi wanted to move his muscles and bones after he got up, he had only recently started refining his body, although the time was still short, but his muscles and bones were getting stronger day by day. And this method of refining the body was taught by the half-sister Hong Xuejiao, and in the entire Wuwen Houfu, only that girl was a little better to him.

With a "squeak", the wooden door opened.

Hong Yi looked up and saw that he was covered in silver, and the world was white.

In the courtyard in front of me, I met the Buddha-like man practicing boxing last night. The fist was like the wind, and his feet touched the ground lightly, like Feihong stepping on the slush, Hong Yi looked at the white snow in the place, and the pupils in his eyes suddenly shrank, and he gasped. There was not a trace of footprints on the snow!

Looking at the river again, it rises in the sky, and on the big camphor tree in the courtyard, there is a group of foraging sparrows. Jiang Liu's hands were round, stretched out and grabbed, and accurately grabbed a sparrow that was just about to take off into the palm of his hand and held it gently. The rest of the sparrows didn't react at all, they turned their eyes to stare at the river, and after he landed, a few chirped and flew up.

Windless, unintentional, and not even a flock of alert sparrows could perceive his movements, it was breathtaking.

"This kind of boxing is unheard of. My father is a martial saint who 'practices marrow like frost and blood mercury slurry', and his blood and qi move like a river and sea, and this person actually collects his blood and qi to nothingness...... One is rigid, the other is soft! Fierce and fierce can kill, open a nine-stone big bow, dance a big gun, what can this extremely soft fist do? No, the sage in the book said that rigidity cannot be long, and softness cannot be guarded. The combination of rigidity and softness is the way of martial arts!"

Just when Hong Yi was shocked, Jiang Liu caught the sparrow and spread his palm, and the sparrow immediately fluttered its wings and flew up. But anyway. At the moment when the sparrow flapped its wings, a soft dark energy emanated from the palm of the river's hand, counteracting its fluttering momentum.

Then, with a shake of his palm, the sparrow shook onto his shoulder.

He spun up and down, squatting up and down, and the sparrow was flying around on him. Every time it flies. can accurately lean in, use the body to stick to the sparrow, erect dark energy, and offset the flying force. The sparrow seemed to only revolve up and down around the river, and could never fly out.

"Divinely divine...... It's easy to kill a thousand or ten thousand sparrows, but to do it to this extent, Hong Xuejiao can't do it, and few people in the younger generation of Yujing Cheng can do it, this person doesn't look very old, who is it?"

"Wow!"

The sparrow flapped its wings and flew away.

Jiang Liu stepped on the snow, and after a few steps, he came to Hong Yi's front and said, "Scholar, are you interested in cultivation?"

"Mr. Gang's fist method is really amazing. The students are still unsatisfied!" Hong Yi said.

"Haha...... Meeting is fate, I see that you have some cultivation talents, don't let down the creation of God. I have a set of "Martial Arts" and "Tao Jing", if you are interested in taking it and taking a look, you can ask me if there is anything you don't understand, but I may not stay for long. As he spoke, he took out two sets of scriptures and took out a bottle of holy tomb lamp oil in the world of "Shushan", which is a treasure that makes people concentrate.

"This lamp oil is good for your study, come to me when you run out!" After speaking, he walked to the main hall with his hands behind his back and meditated on cultivation.

"Thank you, sir!" Hong Yi returned to the house with the scriptures and lamp oil, and fell into deep thought. The so-called "nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief", but thinking that he has nothing to do, he drove away this dirty thought.

After reading, I took out the "Martial Scripture" and "Tao Sutra" to watch, and unconsciously passed another three days.

In the past three days, Jiang Liu has watched Hong Yi grow up day by day, especially the way of the divine soul, with the assistance of spiritual oil, it has reached the point of going out of the body at night.

"Do you want to learn the Dao?" Jiang Liu, who had his back to the Big Buddha, suddenly said. Others meditate and practice in front of the Buddha statue, but he sits in the main hall like the big Buddha, and when he looks at it, the Buddha is no different from the river.

As soon as Jiang Liu's words were finished, an ethereal human figure entered the main hall through the wall, bowed to Jiang Liu, and said, "Disturb Mr. Qingxiu, the student will leave." ”

"Don't be in a hurry, you have preliminarily comprehended the way of the divine soul and reached the realm of night travel. I'll take you on a journey through the world, are you willing!" Although he was asking Hong Yi, the primordial spirit of the river had already appeared, condensed like an entity, and the treasure was dignified, standing in front of Hong Yi, giving him the feeling of being like a mountain, an ocean, or a Buddha thousands of feet high.

"Let's go!" In an instant, the river swept up Hong Yi's spirit, and it rose to the sky.

The river flows to the "past Mida Sutra", day by day visualization, the Yuan Shen has the characteristics of the immortal Buddha, although the somersault cloud with the monkey 13,000 miles is a little inferior, but it can also "travel to the North Sea in the twilight", a thousand miles of thought.