Peach Blossom Peak can be called a fairyland outside the world, not only the mountains and rivers are beautiful, but also the fresh air is particularly sufficient, so even in the cold winter, the peach blossoms here are still in full bloom, and the petals are like sailboats that go to travel with the cold wind, swaying and falling in the sight of Tianhe.

The sound of the piano played by the secluded fence was more like the sound of heaven coming from nine days away, making Tianhe feel extraordinarily quiet and distant, as if his soul had detached from the body at this time, turned into a peach blossom, turned into a wisp of breeze, and roamed in the sky of 90,000 miles.

Cultivating under such circumstances can be said to be twice the result with half the effort, especially when he sits near the Peach Blossom Spirit Spring in the center of the Peach Blossom Nunnery, he can feel even more that his whole body is like being immersed in a sea of pure qi, and the pores of his whole body involuntarily open, like a hungry and greedy little mouth, constantly inhaling the pure qi around him.

The first level of cultivation is to absorb qi and generate essence, by absorbing the pure qi from the outside world, running in the meridians for a long time, so that the flesh and blood can be nourished by the pure qi, and at the same time, slowly extract the essence from the pure qi, and derive it into its own essence.

Tianhe didn't know what it was like to practice in the outside world, but when he practiced near the spiritual spring, he could feel that his physical body seemed to be growing stronger at a slow but continuous speed.

With the operation of the basic mental method of the Jade Void Palace, his will seemed to be attached to the clear qi in his body, and those clear qi flowed like a stream, full of vitality, and he was extracting the essence from the pure qi little by little, turning it into a silk-sized essence, and slowly precipitating in his dantian.

I don't know how long it took for Tianhe to slowly wake up from meditation, and at this time he could feel that the dantian part seemed to have a pool of essence the size of a puddle of water swaying back and forth, and his spirit was also extremely vigorous, as if he had an inexhaustible strength.

If you let that group of disciples know the progress of Tianhe's cultivation, I am afraid that it will shock their jaws, because without the help of external objects, it will take about a month for a disciple with average qualifications to achieve Tianhe's current cultivation, even if the effect of the spiritual spring is removed, the speed of Tianhe's cultivation is equivalent to more than three times that of them, this is the terrifying effect played by the immortal root!

"What's the matter? The clear qi gushing out of the spiritual spring is so much less all of a sudden?"

When Tianhe got up, he felt that the spiritual spring beside him seemed to have been reduced by half, and even the spiritual mist surging in the air was much thinner.

"Is it because of what I just vomited?"

Tianhe thought about it carefully and understood the key, if the spiritual spring was endless, Taihuaguan would not have to deliberately allocate the cultivation places of the disciples at all, everyone would simply live near the spiritual spring.

It is precisely because of the limited nature that it is precious, so that so many disciples can put down their faces and be willing to act as servants.

In this way, I owe you a favor again. ”

Tianhe smiled bitterly, and then looked at the lake outside the window, the reason why he woke up from his state of concentration was not voluntary, but was disturbed by the sound of warblers and swallows outside.

Although the disciples of Peach Blossom Peak did not enter the Peach Blossom Nunnery to practice, there were more than a dozen young girls crowded outside the nunnery, squeezing their eyebrows and making eyes at the secluded hermitage, talking and laughing.

Even if what they said was some cultivation questions, Youhuan also answered very seriously, but Tianhe could see at a glance that those female disciples were drunk and not drinking, but just that their hearts were about to move.

"It's a blessing to be liked by a woman, but it's a tragedy to be liked by a group of women. ”

Tianhe walked out of the Peach Blossom Nunnery, looked at the secluded grate that was submerged in the rouge pile, shook his head with envy and hatred, and walked down the mountain quickly.

Today is the first day of the new year, and he had promised Guang Chengzi that he would go to the deserted grave in the back mountain of Zizhu Peak every month to recite scriptures, and he had also promised that the unknown master would go to the tomb once a month.

Along the way, he bought some incense candles from the Kunlun Mountains, and Tianhe soon climbed the mountain path of Zizhu Peak.

I don't know if it's because of the first practice, he feels that he is really as light as a swallow at this time, as if the steep mountain road has completely become an ornament, usually it takes two hours to travel, but today it only took more than half an hour to arrive, and there is really a kind of trance in a dream.

Carefully removed the weeds from the deserted grave, set up the offerings, lit the incense and candles, Tianhe knelt in front of the grave reverently, and began to recite the Taoist Immortal Sutra left to him by Guangchengzi.

Tianhe hadn't learned the method of cultivation before, so he didn't know whether the Dao Tibetan Immortal Sutra in his hand was true or false, but when he read the basic mental method of the Library Pavilion yesterday, and then came to recite the true scripture at this time, he suddenly felt that this scripture was not only awkward, but also the content recorded in it was simply that the donkey's lips were not the horse's mouth.

After reciting the scriptures respectfully, the tomb was still the same, there was no imaginary opening of a gap, revealing a bloody episode such as a fairy scripture, and there was no good thing that a female ghost or a god would teach him the fairy scripture, and nothing had changed.

Tianhe knew that this scripture was a clue left by Guangchengzi, but he did not force it, his ambition was not to become the first sword immortal in the world, but to become the first swordsmith in the world, forge a divine sword, and fulfill the last wishes of his clan and father.

After bowing three times again, Tianhe got up and left the deserted tomb.

"Another delusional person who covets the Tao Tibetan Immortal Sutra. Bai Zhi, do you think that kid is a pawn sent by Yuyang? Their group of flies, who have no face or guts to ask me for the Hidden Immortal Sutra, instead sent a hairy boy to throw stones to ask for directions, which is really sad and shameful!"

What Tianhe didn't know was that just as he left with his front feet, a young man in white clothes immediately appeared in the deserted tomb, his eyes were as cold as a sword and glanced at the back of Tianhe's departure, and when he turned to the deserted tomb, he immediately became weak as water and affectionate.

"Bai Zhi, I have good news to tell you today, I have found a little clue, and I will soon be able to find the real murderer of you, no matter who it is, I will definitely ask him to pay for the blood debt, even if the master interferes, don't want me to settle down!"

Tianhe returned to the bamboo forest again, looking at the very familiar thatched houses, he suddenly had a sense of impermanence and unpredictability.

Before yesterday, he was a waste who couldn't practice, but today, he has become a genius with an unlimited future, and such a difference between cloud and mud really makes him feel infinitely emotional.

It's a pity that the old man he wanted to see didn't appear, only Qingyi had a black face and stared at him with an unkind face.

When I returned to Peach Blossom Peak, it was late, and half of the remnant sun hung obliquely on the canopy, accompanied by the chirping of birds, accompanied by the peach blossoms floating down, giving people a kind of tranquility and tranquility away from the troubles of the red dust.

The peach blossom nunnery in the distance is lit up with a few warm yellow lamps, and the stone lamps on the stone bridge stretch the figure of the secluded fence very long, very beautiful, like a fairy who has landed in the world, looking up at the old friends of the heavenly realm.

"It's fun to have friends from afar!"

The grate turned slowly, and as soon as the pleasant sound came out, it was muffled by a sharp whistling sound.

Tianhe looked up, but saw a huge black sword shadow, dragging a long black tassel from the top of his head quickly, like a falling meteorite, falling in the direction of the Peach Blossom Temple.