In the afternoon of the day.
On the top of the holy fire peak, over an open white jade square, a white rainbow pierced the sky from a distance and shot down obliquely.
After the light faded away, a middle-aged man with a pale face and a scribe's turban appeared.
The man in a Confucian shirt fluttered and fell slowly. As soon as he landed, he heard a man's voice behind him:
"Brother Nangong"
The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt looked back, only to see a few hundred feet away, a black-bearded Taoist man wearing a five-yue crown and a green cloth Taoist robe was walking towards him.
The man seemed to be walking unhappily, but there was a series of afterimages behind him, each step was enough to span tens of feet, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye.
"Brother Zhuang, let's go together." The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt greeted Taoist Heibeard with a smile.
"It was more than ten years ago when we mobilized teachers like this last time." The black-bearded Taoist nodded, and said as he glanced at the faint lights that were speeding towards the distant sky.
The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt and the Taoist man with black beard are the two peak masters of Chuyun Peak and Luoxia Peak, Nangong Changshan and Zhuang Ziyou.
"It's probably because of the theft of the Sutra Pavilion earlier, I'm afraid there will be some accountability." Nangong Changshan shook his head and sighed softly.
"Although I was busy refining a furnace of elixir before, I heard some people mention it. They all said that the theft was a bit weird... The person who stole was able to pass through many restrictions to enter the cabinet. Stop him." Zhuang Ziyou also looked serious.
"This matter is indeed a bit bizarre. If we come to the meeting later, the Supreme Elder will talk about it in detail." Nangong Changshan nodded.
While talking, they had already crossed the square and arrived in front of a majestic vermilion palace. The two of them agreed to stop talking, stepped up the steps, and stepped into the hall side by side.
The main seat in the center of the hall is three feet above the ground, and on it is a large carved chair. At the lower position, there are rows of seats facing each other on the left and right sides.
The beams and pillars behind the seats are all inlaid with gold and jade, and carved with various rare birds and animals.
On the left seat closest to the main seat, a big red man in a scarlet robe was sitting. His figure was like an iron tower, his face was gloomy, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura.
Nangong Changshan and Zhuang Ziyou looked at each other, picked two adjacent seats and sat down, closing their eyes and meditating.
After waiting for a while, people walked in one after another outside the main hall, and all the seats in the hall were filled up in a short while.
Everyone has the appearance of the refining stage, but there is not a monk below the stage of transforming gods.
But at the moment, none of them looked very natural. At most, they nodded to each other as a greeting, and no one seemed interested in saying anything.
In the entire hall, the atmosphere seemed a bit oppressive and dull.
After the entire hall was almost full, it took about half a stick of incense before two figures came out from the inner hall of the hall.
Seeing this, everyone in the hall immediately stood up, even the big red man was no exception, they all bowed and saluted, and said in unison:
"See the Supreme Elder, see the head!"
The purple-robed man with snow-white hair and handsome appearance walking in front was Sima Jingming, the only Supreme Elder of Lengyan Sect, and the middle-aged man with a solemn and dignified face beside him was Leng Yanzong. Liu Jingzhu, head of the Flame Sect.
Sima Jingming came to the main seat, but did not sit down, his eyes slowly swept over everyone below.
He didn't show any aura at all, but just standing in front of him casually, there was a sense of oppression that made people feel terrified, everyone lowered their heads one after another, not even daring to take a breath, let alone confront him depending on the minute.
After a while, this Leng Yanzong's Mahayana period was too high, and he spoke slowly:
"A few days ago, some things happened in Tianfu Hall and Cangjing Pavilion one after another. It is for this reason that you are invited here today." The voice was not loud, but it was full of indescribable majesty.
Everyone's heart tightened, and they all remained silent, waiting for the Supreme Elder to be held accountable.
As a result, this great master of the Mahayana period said something that left everyone dumbfounded in an unquestionable tone:
"That's the end of this matter. Stop all investigations and search matters in the sect. There is no need to delve into it."
Hearing this, the people in the hall couldn't believe their ears, and they all looked at each other in blank dismay.
For a while, no one dared to ask directly.
"Senior Brother Sima, the theft of the Sutra Pavilion is of great importance, I..." The big red man who was still standing at the front couldn't help but take half a step forward, cupped his hands, and broke the silence.
Before he finished speaking, Sima Jingming interrupted him coldly: "Junior Brother Huyan, do I need to say what I said a second time?"
After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked straight towards the inner hall, leaving behind the big red man and the peak masters who were a little confused in the hall.
At this time, the head Liu Jingzhu also spoke:
"The meeting"
He only said these two words, and then he left in a flick of his sleeves.
A moment later, on the white jade square outside the main hall.
"Stop the search? So many precious books have been lost in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, so let's just forget about it?" Zhuang Ziyou seemed to be a little bit unresponsive, and couldn't help asking Nangong Changshan.
"It doesn't matter if the classics are lost, the sect has its own copies, but if these secret books are spread out, it will be very bad. Naturally, the Supreme Elder's decision has its own intentions, so I don't want to speculate. "Peak Master Nangong said with a smile.
Although he said so in his mouth, the doubts in his heart did not decrease at all.
…
It didn't take long for the disciples of the entire Leng Yanzong to discover a very puzzling thing.
Two important places in the sect were stolen, but the sect suddenly stopped all investigations and searches.
Although everyone was talking about it, the peak masters of the peaks were all silent about it, as if they didn't want to talk more.
Ever since, such a shocking event that shocked the entire mountain gate, just passed by in such a muddle, and it was nothing.
However, Han Li, the instigator, was completely unaware of the series of events that happened within the sect, and just hid in the cave on his own, trying to figure out the Little Big Dipper's Yuan Gong.
Before, he just read it in a hurry, but now the more he ponders it, the more he feels that this exercise is mysterious and unpredictable, and he is extremely excited.
Speaking of which, since he stepped into the world of cultivating immortals, he has also been exposed to many body training exercises. Some exercises are mainly for strengthening muscles, some are for refining bones, and some are for exercising internal organs, just like the ones he has practiced. Wuzang Forging Yuan Gong.
However, this little Big Dipper Yuan Gong has found a different way, and it is the 'Xuan Qiao' that is cultivated.
What is Xuanqiao
Han Li was at a loss, and Little Big Dipper didn't go into detail about his Yuan Gong, but the cultivation process described in the classics was extremely mysterious, and it took him a long time to comprehend it from his point of view.
To put it simply, if this skill can be cultivated to great success, one punch is enough to shatter the void, and its strength is comparable to that of ordinary immortals.
However, on the contrary, there are many disadvantages.
First of all, the process of practicing this skill is extremely painful, and those who are not determined enough will not be able to persist until the end.
In addition, it is extremely difficult to receive the power of starlight. After all, the stars are far away in the depths of time and space, which is too far away, so it is extremely time-consuming to practice this skill.
Han Li ignored this directly, and even planned to start training.
He went out for a trip first, and didn't come back until the next day, when all the restrictions in the cave area were about to be opened.
In the following time, he went around the cave, chose a suitable secret room, and opened a big hole on the top of the room where he could directly see the sky.
After finishing all this, Han Li sat cross-legged on the spot, breathing quietly and adjusting his breath.
Practicing this kind of cultivation method passed down from the fairy world naturally requires the recovery of physical and mental mana to the best state to cope with various situations that may arise later.