When he arrived at Xiaoquan Peak, Master Qi Heng suddenly became worried. After all, he is a virtual realm cultivator, and Bigu has been a matter for a long time, and he can't find anything to eat in the three small buildings. So he asked Lin Xiu to wait in the yard first, while he went to the mountains to look for mountain fruits and wild vegetables.

Finally accepted an apprentice, how could Qi Heng have to prepare this first meal for Lin Xiu by himself.

Standing in the courtyard overgrown with weeds, Lin Xiu found that the entire Xiaoquan Peak building was only three small buildings in front of him. There were still a few shabby robes hanging at the door of a house in front of him, and I thought it was the room where the master was resting. The three attics were supposed to be very elegant, but due to disrepair, they are now dilapidated. Each floor was also filled with herbs and some things that Lin Xiu didn't recognize, in short, the scene in front of him was hard to believe that Xiaoquan Peak and Qingxuan Peak belonged to the same sect.

Lin Xiu didn't care about this, seeing that the master had been gone for a long time and hadn't come back, he walked into the attic directly opposite.

When I opened the door, a strong smell came to my nose. Lin Xiu saw that there were more medicinal herbs piled up in the lobby on the ground floor of this attic, with a wide variety of types, and the mixed taste made people's minds dizzy.

Walking up the stairs to the second floor, Lin Xiu suddenly saw six Ding furnaces of different shapes listed in front of him. Under the six large furnaces, the fire was dazzling, and the gas wafting from the top was of different colors, but the smell was much better than the herbs downstairs.

"It seems that Master is really good at refining pills. Lin Xiu said to himself, "But with so many Dan furnaces and medicinal materials, can the old master be busy alone?"

"Apprentice, Lin Xiu?" Qi Heng's voice sounded outside the house.

Lin Xiu immediately went downstairs and saw that the master was running back from outside with a handful of freshly picked fruits with the hem of his robe.

Lin Xiu hurriedly stepped forward, brought a basket, and took all the fruits.

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "Fortunately, it is autumn, and the wild fruits on the mountain are everywhere, otherwise, Master will make you hungry today." Eh, don't be stunned, you're hungry, eat fast. ”

As soon as the master said this, Lin Xiuzhen felt a drum in his stomach. He picked up a Yamanashi and handed it to the old man in front of him.

"Master, you can eat too. Lin Xiu said.

The old monk wanted to say that he had been in the valley for many years, but when he saw Lin Xiu's filial demeanor, he smiled and took Yamanashi over. The two masters and apprentices bit the mountain pear and walked into the small building that Lin Xiu had been to just now.

It was getting late, and the wind on the mountain was particularly cold. Fortunately, the fire of the six Ding furnaces on the second floor was very strong, Qi Heng was concocting the pill in front of the Ding furnace, and Lin Xiu was sitting on the side wrapped in a tattered robe brought by the master to keep warm.

"Master, why do most of the disciples of the Zhongnan Sect use long swords as weapons?" Lin Xiu asked. He didn't know much about Xiuzhen, and after he calmed down, all kinds of questions popped up in his mind.

The master was also very patient and replied, "That's the spirit sword. There is a distinction between the righteous path and the demonic path in this cultivation realm, and our Zhongnan faction is naturally the right path. However, this righteous path is also varied, mainly there are several schools of spiritual sword flow, spiritual law flow, heavenly path flow, and heavenly royal flow, Zhongnan school has a history of 10,000 years, and the door includes almost all the cultivation methods of the righteous path school. Disciples who have just started are generally fond of Spirit Sword Flow. Holding a six-foot long sword in their hands, fluttering in white clothes, and in their prime, most of them were attracted by this outward thing. But I don't know that it is easy for the spirit sword to flow into the door, but it is extremely difficult to want the Mahayana. ”

After the master finished speaking, he took out a pill of the refined pill from a ding furnace, and after tasting it, the expression on his face was varied, and then he threw the pill that failed to be refined out of the window.

"Master, then what school of mystics should I learn from you in the future?" Lin Xiu asked curiously.

Master looked at Lin Xiu and sat down beside him, "Lin Xiu, are you so talented...... Well, it's a little ordinary, Master estimates, it may take several years before you can condense your qi. Eh, as long as you succeed in condensing your qi, Master will teach you and teach you right away...... Uh, how about teaching you the best sword qi technique of the Zhongnan faction?"

Lin Qi said it so unconfidently, but Lin Xiu grinned stupidly, revealing two rows of big white teeth that were exactly the same as his father, and then nodded vigorously.

"Well, Master, the disciple must strive to condense his qi earlier. ”

The master nodded, and then said, "But before you condense your qi, you should learn more from the master about this alchemy skill." At the mention of alchemy, the expression on Qi Heng's face immediately became extremely vivid. "Alchemy is an amazing thing, think about it, if two cultivators who have cultivated to the same level in the Yuan Infant stage fight to the death, what is that comparison? Isn't it more powerful than the magic weapon pill on someone's body. Besides, there are so many disciples on the mountain, and there are a few masters, which one of them can be separated from the elixir in the six tripods in front of him when he cultivates every day. ”

Seeing Lin Xiu's convincing nod, the master smiled and continued: "So, as long as you learn alchemy, the senior brothers in the sect, everyone will give you face." ”

When he said this, the old man himself almost swallowed it back. Lin Xiu could see that the master's status in the mountain gate was very low, there was a huge Zhongnan faction, and all the pills were practiced by the master alone, did the master still have time to practice? No matter how Lin Xiu didn't know about cultivation, he didn't believe that he could cultivate to a great success by relying only on pills. Lin Xiu was puzzled, how could the master say that he was also a master of the Zhongnan faction, why could he endure all this?

When he secretly guessed, Lin Xiu saw that the master was using the cuffs of his own robe that had patched up, but it seemed to be the most decent robe to wipe the furnace body of the six Ding furnaces. Lin Xiu suddenly discovered that the most well-preserved and immortal-looking thing on Xiaoquan Peak was only the six Ding furnaces in front of him. From the act of throwing the pill just now, Lin Xiu could see that his master was a person who was not very particular, but he was extremely meticulous when he wiped the Ding furnace.

After the Ding furnace was wiped satisfactorily, the master took Lin Xiu into the smallest attic on the right side of the small courtyard. The attic has two floors, with miscellaneous items and herbs underneath, and a wooden plank on the second floor that is barely a bed. The master brought his quilt over and asked Lin Xiu to rest earlier, saying that he would teach him alchemy early tomorrow morning.

After falling asleep, the familiar aroma and hummingbird calls are heard. Lin Xiu knew that he had come to the Taoyuan Dream Realm, so he didn't think much about it, and began to cultivate the aura of breathing.

At the beginning, Lin Xiu suddenly felt a jump in his chest, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the black brush had broken free from the shackles of the red rope again, flew out of the neckline, and circled and flew back and forth in all directions.

Now that there is no Dean Zeng in the dream, the brush no longer has any scruples. It was spinning faster and faster around Lin Xiu, and the abundant aura around it also converged into a whirlpool around Lin Xiu under the guidance of the brush.

As the speed of the brush hovered, the aura around Lin Xiu's body was also dense to the point where it was visible to the naked eye. At this time, even if Lin Xiu didn't exhale, the flourishing aura would pour into his body. Although the aura that finally entered the body was very weak, because of the increase in the density of the surrounding aura, Lin Xiu had already had the effect of several times that of the past.

Lin Xiu was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that this was another brush assisting his cultivation. He immediately closed his eyes and continued to exhale the aura.

The brush flew faster and faster, as if the aura in the entire dream space was going to be gathered by it. However, the strangeness of the Taoyuan Dream Realm is that although the quality of the aura here is not the best, it can be supplied indefinitely, no matter how much the brush gathers the aura around Lin Xiu, the aura in the dream space has not decreased at all.

When any cultivator saw this scene, he was probably shocked and drooled. How could a monk who had not yet entered the school be able to breathe in under such a vigorous aura wrap, as long as Lin Xiu's talent was so good, under this kind of aura density, within ten days, he would definitely succeed in condensing his qi.

However, Lin Xiu had already forgotten the limitations of his own talent when he was breathing, he just kept breathing, and his heart was unswervingly moving towards the first level of condensation cultivation.

When the aura around Lin Xiu's body was dense to an extremely terrifying level, the brush stopped. Immediately afterward, the brush flew forward a distance of 10,000 feet, but still did not reach the edge of the dream space.

At this moment, an inexplicable voice of yin and yang came from the brush and said slowly: "Spring goes to autumn, and the peach source can bear fruit." Time, as long as you can hold on to enough time in the dream realm, the first layer of the dream realm can be broken through. ”

Xu Chunqiu's dream of Taoyuan, which he had not understood for more than 50 years, was broken by this brush.

After waking up from the dream, Lin Xiu couldn't help but be extremely excited.

"Last night's brush made the aura in Taoyuan's dream extremely dense, and the aura I absorbed into my body this night was several times that of the past six months, and if this continues, the first layer of condensation will definitely be just around the corner. ”

But before Lin Xiu could laugh, he suddenly found that the aura on his body was exactly the same as during the day yesterday, and there was no increase in the slightest.

Lin Xiu suddenly frowned, "Strange, the aura in my body in the dream realm has obviously risen sharply, why is it all gone now?"

In a daze, Lin Xiu took out the brush in his arms, and was about to whisper to ask what was going on with the magic pen, but saw the brush fly out of his palm and hurriedly wrote on the ground:

"Xianmen is treacherous and cautious. ”

Then, the brush fell into Lin Xiu's hands again. Seeing these eight words, Lin Xiu finally understood that the situation in front of him must be that this black brush was hiding his cultivation for him. Although Lin Xiu didn't even have condensing qi now, the sudden increase in so much aura in his body overnight was bound to arouse suspicion. Especially now that Zhao Yuqi already knew that Lin Xiu had practiced with Dean Zeng, Lin Xiu needed to be more cautious in the Zhongnan faction.