After resting for an hour, Zhang Yun was ready to start a new round of attempts. With the first alchemy experience, Zhang Yun already had some confidence at the moment, and threw aside the record of the restored pill prescription in his head, the big deal was to practice a few waste pills.

Zhang Yun added a spirit grass to the Dan furnace to control the flames, and this time Zhang Yun controlled the flames to the thickness of his fingers when the green smoke came out. When he smelled the medicinal fragrance, Zhang Yun controlled the flame to the size of a soybean. When the fragrance of medicine filled the stone house, Zhang Yun began to collect the pill.

This alchemy was done in one go, without the slightest sluggishness. Zhang Yun opened the lid of the furnace with hope, and found that the appearance of the pill was still completely solidified, and the pill was not fully formed, and this time the furnace was opened too early.

Zhang Yun depressedly took back the unformed Recovery Pill into the storage bag

However, Zhang Yun thought for a while, continued to take out the third spirit grass, and began to refine the pill. With the experience of the previous two times, this time the alchemy was much smoother, the green smoke came out, the fragrance of medicine was permeated, Zhang Yun opened the lid of the furnace, wrapped the Dan furnace with spiritual power, opened the lid of the furnace, and faintly saw a black and shiny pill rolling at the bottom of the furnace.

Zhang Yun was overjoyed for a while, and reached out directly to take it, completely forgetting to wrap the pill with spiritual power. With a slight negligence, the formed elixir still shattered in half at the last moment.

Zhang Yun regretted that about a day had passed by this time, but monks usually spent years, if not decades, meditating at every turn. This day is not too long.

Zhang Yun got up and stretched, and walked to the door of the cave with the gold in his arms.

At this time, the bright moon was in the sky, and the silver light spread all over the earth. In the late summer and early autumn nights, there is a slight coolness. The wind blows the bamboo forest, rustling, and the vines at the entrance of the cave seem to be dancing with the wind.

In the dark, Zhang Yun seemed to have a trace of resonance with this picture-like landscape, as if he had melted into this picture. This feeling is the same as the feeling of looking for rhythm in the wood-chopping ancestor. Zhang Yun involuntarily took out the bamboo he carried with him, and he had drilled a few small holes in the bamboo in order to hide people's eyes and ears. However, Zhang Yun never expected that this flute would be able to be played. Because he didn't know the rhythm of music, he didn't know how to play the blow.

Tonight, however, he felt the urge to play a song.

He picked up the bamboo flute, and he didn't know how to hold the hole, so he followed his mind, felt the rhythm of the heaven and earth, and played what he thought in his heart like this.

Zhang Yun thought of this way and was abandoned by his biological mother and father in the mountain temple. With his adoptive father Niu Wenlong, although the relationship is good, I feel that there is indeed a layer of estrangement. Fortunately, there is a little tail that can accompany her, Jia'er, and now she is away from her. found a master, but abandoned himself and went away alone. and the friends who I identify with the most in my heart, Xiao Carp and Niu Zhi, are not by my side. Thinking of the way into the mountain gate, I began to be blinded, stumbled, and walked alone, not only in my heart.

What I thought in my heart, the flute sound I played was also obscure and heavy, and a wisp of sadness flowed in it. With the sound of the mournful flute in this lonely world, the sound of the wind and the sound of bamboo leaves seemed to fall silent. Hearing the sound of the flute, the silver rodent queen bee led the rodent bees to fly out of the cave. Lying on Zhang Yun's shoulder, they quietly listened to Zhang Yun's playing. Zhang Yun thought of it at this time, although there were all kinds of partings and all kinds of unsatisfactory. But I also gained a lot. Adoptive father Niu Wenlong's care for himself, Jia'er's intimacy for himself, Xiaoli's care for him, his senior brother Lin Dong's care for him, and his year-old friendship with Yang Wancheng. How can I be so virtuous, I can be cared for by so many people, and my heart is full of warmth.

Feeling Zhang Yun's intentions, the flute was also sad and desolate, and turned into a low and warm flute sound. It makes people feel calm, as if there is no obsession in the world, no delusions, only peace.

I don't know when, in a distant corner, a female cultivator appeared, she just stood like this, quietly listening to Zhang Yun's playing. wiping her tears when she was complaining, and when Zhang Yun was peaceful, she was also smiling.

At this time, Zhang Yun was already immersed in his own world, completely unaware of the things around him.

Zhang Yun thought of it at this moment, some of the obstacles encountered along the way came from the outside world, and some of them came from himself. In Tianxuanmen, because of the Youhe trial, he snatched the title of the first person from Lin Fei, and he always looked at himself unpleasantly. He even wanted to put himself to death many times, and even abandoned the four people in the stone cave of Dawang Village and escaped by himself in a rapid boat. But the backer behind him is Liu Zihan, the official owner of Tianxuanmen, except for a few ancestors, he is the biggest, and a few ancestors will not take such things as this in their hearts, this feeling of suffering cannot explode is full of his heart.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yun's flute voice was full of indignation, and a wave of grief and indignation resounded in the heavens and the earth. The gold, the devouring bees all lowered their heads and shivered when they heard the sound. The female cultivator in the corner heard the sound of the flute, and seemed to feel the sorrow in Zhang Yun's heart, and her heart was also full of sorrow. With tears in her eyes, she looked at Zhang Yun intently, for fear of taking a look less, and her eyes were full of concern at this time.

Zhang Yun's mind changed again at this time, and he thought that although Lin Fei was always making things difficult, he made himself stumbling everywhere. But he was not afraid of him, and when he was in the Youhe training ground, he was able to resist Lin Fei. Although Lin Fei is now at the level of the ninth level of Qi training, he is at the level of the seventh level of Qi training. But he could clearly see the fear and jealousy in Lin Fei's eyes when he looked at himself. He has already caused him a psychological burden, that is to say, he has become Lin Fei's inner demon! If this burden has been pressing him like this, this will definitely become a big obstacle on the path of cultivating immortals, and when he advances, this inner demon will invisibly devour him! He already knows that he is his inner demon, so he is now thinking of doing everything possible to get rid of himself, so as to relieve the worries that trapped him.

But with his strength and means, he made his plans ruined one by one. Every time he fails, he invisibly puts a lot of pressure on him, which is a tooth for a tooth, a fight against violence with violence!

Since he was a child, his adoptive father told him to be a man who stands up to the sky, and a manly husband must be upright and worthy of his heart. I've kept it in mind since I was a child, so I don't care about it and won't do those small things. But this doesn't mean that he won't fight back against him, he just has to rely on his own strength to defeat him again and again, so that his self-confidence will be eaten away by himself little by little. Let him immerse himself in his own demons, and there will be no return.

Besides, he knows that on the road to cultivating immortals, he will definitely not be the only one who will meet in the future, and in terms of cultivation, there must be someone who is higher than him. In terms of scheming, there must be someone more difficult than him. In terms of backers, there must be someone more powerful than him. He was just a stumbling block on his path to cultivating immortals. Even if there are ten more Lin Fei or one hundred Lin Fei in the future, what can I fear! I, Zhang Yun, just want to firmly cultivate immortals, cultivate into a true immortal, stand proudly in this world, and no matter what difficulties and obstacles, I can't help me!

Zhang Yun was full of pride in his heart at this time, the flute sound was flowing, clear and high-pitched, a heroic feeling that stood out from the crowd, and the valley was lightly wound.

Kaneko clenched her little fists at this time and looked firmly ahead. The devouring bees flew steadily in the air in the shape of an arrow, as if under Zhang Yun's command, they would rush towards the enemy with a posture of vowing not to look back.

The female cultivator in the dark, in the flute sound, seemed to see Zhang Yun standing on the top of ten thousand mountains, in the cold wind, fluttering calmly, blowing the bamboo flute, her eyes were firm, she didn't dare to look at Zhang Yun directly, and when she heard the flute, she couldn't afford to have any other thoughts, only worship.

At this time, the four great ancestors of Tianxuanmen, who were meditating in retreat, began to smell the flute, and they all raised their heads in unison and headed towards Zhangyun Cave Mansion. When they heard Zhang Yun's flute, they were full of indignation, and they all got up together and looked at the direction of Zhang Yundong's mansion in amazement. When Zhang Yun's flute played a heroic song, the four great ancestors flew in the direction of Zhang Yundong Mansion together.

The four Ancestors arrived almost together, all hidden in mid-air, and at the same time laid an enchantment to prevent the sound of the flute from affecting more people.

The Wood-Chopping Ancestor whispered to the other three Ancestors: "This is what we once told you about Zhang Yun, this kid can actually find a pattern from my way of spitting. And now he can find out the sound of his heart by himself, and turn it into substance, this kid has a high level of understanding. ”

The fishing ancestor took a fishing rod and said with a smile: "Third junior brother, you have the idea of accepting apprentices." ”

The old ancestor shook his head with a book and said: "This kid, under the door of the unsuccessful Ma Shichang's kid, is indeed a talent." ”

The Iron Ancestor glanced at the Wood Chopping Ancestor, and said with a smile: "The third junior brother's vision is good, I am optimistic about this kid, maybe the Tianxuanmen will have to point to him in the future,"

Hearing this, the four ancestors all nodded slightly.

Reading Ancestor pointed at Zhang Yun suspiciously and said, "Have you seen it? This kid's cultivation has been one step higher, and he has practiced Qi at the eighth level, and it seems that this realization has indeed brought him a lot of benefits." ”

The fishing ancestor stroked his beard: "Don't worry, keep looking, the cultivation is still growing, and I found that when we practiced the eighth level of qi, our divine sense was definitely not half as good as his." His current divine consciousness is comparable to the peak of the early stage of foundation building. Moreover, the flow of spiritual power in the whole body must be the reason for ordinary hard work. ”

The wood-chopping ancestor sighed lightly and said, "It's a pity that the qualifications are average, that is, the most ordinary ice water spirit root, and I don't see anything particularly outstanding." ”

The old ancestor shook his head and said: "There are often thousands of horses, but Bole is hard to find." Third Senior Brother, do you think that everyone can be like the guy recruited by the Pure Sect? With a five-body body, qualifications, and a superior heart, it is now the peak level of the early stage of foundation building, and he was also recruited in Qingmo City. What is it called, but unfortunately it was not encountered by us. ”

"Hehe, junior brother, why can't you see through it? If you come here, you will be safe, and I don't think Zhang Yun will be bad. The fishing ancestor shook the fishing rod and said with a smile.