In the early morning, the sky peak is so quiet that the sound of the wind can wake people up. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Han Sheng opened his eyes, took out a book from his side, and watched quietly at the hazy dawn outside.

Except for a mat around him, the rest were all jade slips and bamboo books, which were placed in piles and neatly.

The white wolf sleeps downstairs, and no matter where it is, it never worries about sleep.

The sky is getting brighter and the sun is rising. Han Sheng put down the books and went down the mountain to pick bamboo shoots, he didn't have the advanced cultivation of Elder Qingyun, and he still had to eat three meals a day.

Fortunately, there are a lot of flowers, plants, bamboos and trees in Guantian Peak, and Han Sheng found a few copies of "Shenzhou Food Supplement Spectrum", "Ancient and Modern Herbal Medicine Records", "Eight Desolations and Hundred Herbs" and so on in the bamboo building. Picking while flipping through it, I finally didn't get poisoned inexplicably while filling my stomach.

Guantian Peak has a strong aura, the air is fresh, Elder Qingyun is drunk and sleeps in the bamboo building all day long, and the dull puppet will water the flowers and grass by himself, Han Sheng actually found himself so relaxed for the first time.

Perhaps, this is "leisurely"?

Han Sheng sat on a tall peach tree, staring at the buds on the branches in front of him, green as jade, containing vitality.

If he had just come to this world and been accepted by Shushan as a disciple, would it be much better now?

I won't be so desperate, I won't feel the torment, and the hatred and pain I have now will no longer be.

Wouldn't it be a kind of happiness to be drunk and dream of dying like Elder Qingyun?

Why do you have to fight? It's better to live like this!

Han Sheng covered his eyes, unwilling to let others see the fragility at the moment.

The words of a sage in a previous life suddenly awakened from memory: a hut made of steel is impossible to break and break through. The house was full of people, and they were all asleep in their dreams, and the hut was on fire, and they were about to die in their dreams. But at this time, one person woke up, and he even woke up the others, so that everyone could struggle in despair together. Then he watched the person who was awakened by him, die in sober agony.

That person, is it right or wrong?

Elder Qingyun's divine sense had been standing under the peach tree, and his figure was void and ordinary people couldn't see it. Han Sheng was like a bright spot in his eyes, and there was a steady stream of painful whispers from inside.

Sanxiu League, Tianzhu Mountain, Yunsi, Wu Yuan, Lao Li, the name of a personal name and place name organization came out from the highlights, Elder Qingyun sighed and flew back to the bamboo building. After a long time, his voice sounded in Han Sheng's ears: "Han Sheng, come to the No. 3 Bamboo Building, I have something to say." ”

Han Sheng turned over and fell from the peach tree and walked quickly towards the bamboo building.

Pushing open the door of the house, Elder Qingyun was lazily reclining beside the large pile of books, disheveled, yawning lightly, as if he had just woken up.

Han Sheng bowed and saluted: "I've seen Elder Qingyun, I don't know what the elder commands?"

Elder Qingyun said lightly: "It's nothing, after all, you are my Taoist servant of Guantian Peak, and you will cause a lot of trouble when you go out in the future." In order to prevent you from being designed by the wicked, I have written a book called "Heavenly Spirit Fixation" to prevent you from being stolen by outsiders. ”

Han Sheng groaned, "Stealing ideas?"

Elder Qingyun smiled and said: "All monks who have turned into gods can be transformed into thousands of incarnations from the Yuan Shen, comprehend other mysteries, and the thoughts and thoughts of low-level monks can be seen at a glance in the eyes of the Yuan Shen. ”

Han Sheng was shocked: "Isn't this just ......?"

His mind raced, remembering the countless highlights he had seen in the middle of the night.

Elder Qingyun was surprised: "It turns out that your soul has left your body. This is a rare experience for ordinary people, and it must be kept in mind and used when breaking through the gods in the future. ”

Han Sheng's heart shook violently: "He can really see through my mind!"

Elder Qingyun threw the book over, yawned again, and said, "Go ahead, if you don't know how to ask me again." ”

Han Sheng took the book and glanced at it casually, not even the ink marks were dry, obviously he had just written it.

How much does Elder Qingyun know, and why did he do this?

Han Sheng inhaled lightly and said respectfully, "How can Han Sheng be so valued by the elders?"

Elder Qingyun said lightly: "I'm not blind, and I can still see that you are an ethereal body. The boss sent you here, ostensibly to be a servant, but in fact, I have read a lot of books and know how to teach the ethereal body. ”

Han Sheng lowered his head and said, "In terms of cultivation, the disciple really doesn't understand. The aura passes through the body, and there is no one left, I don't know how to solve it?"

Elder Qingyun rummaged through the stacks of books, then took out two bundles of bamboo slips and looked at Han Sheng, and sneered: "You are fine now, keep it for sixteen years, and directly condense the golden pill." But I don't think you will wait sixteen years, do you want to make it quickly?"

Elder Qingyun shook the bamboo slip in his hand.

"Yes!" Han Sheng's eyes were firm and he nodded heavily.

Elder Qingyun threw the bamboo slip over, stretched his waist and said, "Then take it and refine your body well, so that more and more aura passes through your body, and more and more mana remains, until you can run it once every Sunday is enough to form a golden pill!"

"Is this okay?" Han Sheng held the bamboo slip, and a flame ignited in his eyes.

Elder Qingyun chuckled: "You can't make any movement when you are cultivating, you can't even control your own actions, don't think about refining your body." ”

"Okay!" Han Sheng turned to leave, Elder Qingyun grabbed the book casually, but he couldn't read it, and muttered in his heart: "Those two books seem to require Jin Dan cultivation to practice, since he is an ethereal body, he should be fine, right?"

Han Sheng returned to the bamboo building, and the white wolf lazily moved his tail to say hello. He waited on the second floor, sat on the seat and calmed down, and first opened the "Heavenly Spirit Concentration Technique". This spell that could have hidden his mind was too important to him, and Han Sheng was terrified at the thought that those elders and masters could separate the Yuan Shen to read him at any time.

Your origin and experience must not be known to others!

The Heavenly Spirit Concentration Technique, there is no place in the whole text that requires mana cultivation, it is all a means of Dao determination and mind control. Han Sheng knew that this was specially written for him by Elder Qingyun, and there was a warm current in his heart, no matter what happened in the future, at least he was sincere to him now.

"If the heart is clear, the wind is not alarmed. If you are a god, you can't invade it......" Han Sheng silently recited the mantra in the book, keeping it firmly in his heart.

The last page at the back of the book reads: "In the future, if you meet a superior person, reciting these mantras silently will limit the true thoughts in the soul." ”

Han Sheng looked at the small lines, his eyes were complicated: "Are you really just helping me like this because of the ethereal body?"

Yes and what? No, so what? Han Sheng had no choice at the moment.

The two bundles of bamboo slips were dark yellow in color, and the strips of cloth that were wrapped around them were already decayed. Han Sheng broke and fell to the ground with a slight pull, and the bamboo slips spread out.

"Barbarian Emperor Decision", "Ten Thousand Beasts Divine Skill".

Han Sheng picked up the Barbarian Emperor Decision, from a glance to ten lines to getting slower and slower, and finally looked at the contents in disbelief. This barbarian emperor decides, cultivation is simply self-abuse, constantly hurting himself and then forcibly healing, thereby increasing the strength of the body. The more serious the pain, the greater the room for improvement, and there are intimate examples: Qin Yuanba, the barbarian king of Hanzhou in ancient times, was split into powder by the Lord of the Wind Thunder Pavilion with nine hundred and eighty-one thunderbolts, and he relied on a piece of meat under the powder to regenerate, and directly broke through to the land true immortal!

Han Sheng's expression stiffened, how could this setting of continuous regeneration, the more he died, the stronger he became, how could it look so familiar?

He took a deep breath and picked up the Ten Thousand Beasts Divine Skill. I didn't choose this exercise just now, because its name made Han Sheng have a bad premonition when he saw it, and he wanted to cultivate the Barbarian Emperor Decision first. As a result, after opening it, he looked up to the sky and sighed, speechless and choked, he was still too young!

The Ten Thousand Beasts Divine Skill is easier than the Barbarian Emperor, and it is not so sinful. It's just that it needs some flesh and blood essence of rare birds and beasts to assimilate with the body while it is fresh. The more precious these spirit beasts are, the better, if they can get the level of the Qinglong White Tiger Vermilion Bird Xuanwu, as long as they can withstand it, it will not be a problem to soar in the day.

These two exercises do not conflict, but even complement each other. The Barbarian Emperor decided to focus on refining the body, and the Ten Thousand Beasts Divine Skill was integrated and upgraded, but in this Shu Mountain, cultivating the Ten Thousand Beasts Divine Skill was only afraid that it would cause trouble.

After all, no matter how you look at this Ten Thousand Beast Divine Skill, it looks like a demon cultivation technique. It's just that the part that devours the demon pill is removed, and the power is obtained from the essence instead, and when used, it will still be transformed into a spirit beast body, how similar it is to the demon cultivator.

There is no way, only to cultivate the barbarian emperor first.

Han Sheng followed the words on the bamboo slips, punching and kicking, twisting his body to the point of almost breaking. The heat quickly came out of his body, his face was red and sweaty, it was still cold early spring, but Han Sheng looked like he had just been fished out of the hot water.

What is this pain, as long as you can get married as soon as possible, no matter how difficult and tired you are, you have to fight hard.

Han Sheng's eyes were firm, and he jumped up and swung his fist fiercely, ignoring the wailing of his body.

Pain, heat, pins and needles all over his body, Han Sheng fell on the seat, unable to move.

Rather than pain and stuffiness, fatigue doesn't matter.

Han Sheng lay motionless, watching the sun move from south to west. The white wolf below didn't come up either, and in the year since they met, Han Sheng had never seen it do anything other than sleep.

The sun was slowly setting, and the sky was darkening. Han Sheng screamed with hunger, but he really didn't have the strength to get up, and as time went by, his whole body became more and more sore. His body was extremely itchy, sweat was flowing non-stop, and Han Sheng's lips were dry and cracked, like a patient who had just been scorched by the sun from the desert.

It's just that this sun, created by himself, is burning violently in his body.

This is self-inflicted iniquity, and you cannot live.

Han Sheng completely lost control of his body, and could only smile bitterly in his heart: "It's only been a morning of cultivation, and it's like this, how should I live in the future?"

No one answered, and the sun in his body was still swimming around, reminding him of how he felt when he was hit by Sanyan.

The body, gradually crumbling.

How could I die like this!

A fire suddenly ignited in Han Sheng's heart, different from the burning heat in his body caused by excessive exercise. This fire in the heart, with unwillingness as oil, anger as the wind, and the enemy as firewood, the ashes left behind are wild laughter!

Grabbing the bamboo slip with both hands, his body trembled violently, and the pain spread throughout his body. Han Sheng was sweating profusely, the veins under his skin were dancing like green snakes, his eyes were almost out of his eyes, puddles of water had accumulated on the mat, and his body gradually stood up. Han Sheng's expression was hideous, but laughter came from between his teeth: "Hahaha!

Isn't this going to get up?!

Han Sheng straightened up, supported the pile of books beside him, and walked downstairs step by step.

The white wolf looked at him with compassion in his eyes, lying in place.

Han Sheng held on to the stairs, his legs kept shaking, and when he walked out of the door, he let go of his hand on the wall and did not fall.

In the dark of night, he hobbled towards the stream behind the mountain.

It's time to rinse well, and get up early tomorrow to refine your body.

But this time, you have to prepare buckets and dry food first.