Sect Master Heng Yan noticed the emergence of the robbery cloud, and after arriving at Qiyue Peak, he saw many disciples standing or squatting halfway up the mountain. Some people even took out fruits and melons from their pockets to share their food, which was very lively.
"What are you all doing here?" Heng Yan's face was stern, his wide, wide-sleeved robe fluttering in the wind. When the disciples saw the sect master, they didn't dare to laugh any more. They hurriedly stood up straight and saluted respectfully: "I have seen the sect master."
Heng Yan glanced at the ground. Although these disciples were lazy, they knew how to pay attention and didn't throw melon and fruit peels on the ground. He glanced at the disciples who stepped on the flying magic weapon and rushed here, but he did not know the temperament of these disciples: "It's good for you to watch by the side, and it will help your xinxing a bit."
The disciples secretly hid the melons and fruits in their sleeves and looked up carefully with their necks raised.
The robbery clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, with golden light on the edge, which shows that the way of cultivation by the younger sister is right.
Heng Yan glanced at the crowd, and found that he couldn't stop walking around for a moment. He knew that he wouldn't be at ease for a while, and he didn't persuade him. He quietly stood beside him and looked.
As the head of the sect, Heng Yan thought more than others. There are many disciples in the sect, and there are some with good aptitude, but they are all lazy and casual, and even if they have a lot of talent, they are only willing to use seven or eight points, and the remaining two or three points are used to enjoy life. There is nothing wrong with this book, but as the head of the sect, who doesn't want his disciples to be diligent and eager to learn soaring into the sky, and even disdain the monks in the world
He didn't dare to think about it when he flew to the sky and looked down on the world. He only hoped that among the younger generation, there would be a disciple who could do it well, and there would also be a supporter in the sect after hundreds of years. Now I finally have a good disciple with outstanding talent, but don't be led by other disciples.
Heng Yan glanced at the other disciples again, his eyes flickering, obviously talking in private using sound transmission, remembering the bitterness and helplessness of being the head of the head all these years, he turned to look at his own eldest disciple Wu Chuan, fortunately This disciple of his is steady and steady, and a good seedling to be the head of the sect. He took a deep breath with relief, and he was normal, not arrogant or impetuous.
Konghou still didn't know that her impact on the Foundation Establishment stage would attract many peers to watch. At this moment, she fell into a mysterious and mysterious realm.
What is the Tao, stick to the original heart, that is the Tao.
What is cultivation, self-cultivation and self-cultivation is to temper oneself, let oneself contact a wider world and enter a higher realm.
As a monk, the first step to learn is to draw spiritual energy into the body, to know the gifts of heaven and earth, and to have respect in the heart. The second step is to transcend life and death, not be afraid of your heart, and see your own way clearly.
Konghou was raised in the deep palace since childhood. When the Ji family was still alive, she was the only daughter of the queen, and she was raised innocently. Later, when Emperor Jinghong conquered the country, everyone hoped that she was ignorant and ignorant. The palace people around her were all the eyes of the emperor and would not let her contact any outsiders. Who would teach her to plan and ambition
Even the husband who was in charge of teaching her only told stories about the inhumanity of the emperor and how miserable the people were. Time and time again, Konghou realized how dazed his father was. Emperor Jinghong occupied the Ji family for the sake of the whole world. Otherwise, she will be taught to read and draw, and she will never be exposed to any way of governing.
A young child in captivity knows very little about the world and people's hearts. The only thing that makes her realize how new the world is is the two secretly hidden text books, two text books, one that makes her believe in being a human being. There are immortals in the world, and this book makes her yearn for freedom, and she even fantasizes that she can ask immortals to ask questions and travel the world.
Asked by, not afraid of life and death, but also fear of life and death.
Konghou seems to have returned to the age of six, when his mother committed suicide and the officers and soldiers chased him down.
run away, run away.
The rebels behind her had chased after her, holding up a bloody knife, and she couldn't avoid it. Subconsciously, she wanted to close her eyes, but at the moment when the knife fell, she opened her eyes wide, picked up the knife on the ground, and held the knife with strong evil spirits.
Daoists need courage, and escaping does not make one go further.
She is not a six-year-old child, nor is she a helpless princess of a subjugated country. She has a master, a senior brother, and many friendly seniors and elders.
As soon as the demon barrier in his heart was broken, Konghou felt countless spiritual qi pouring into the sea of qi. This feeling was not good, as if he had already eaten his stomach and was constantly forcing things into his stomach. She forced herself to circulate these auras in her limbs and eight meridians, widening the meridians again and again, making the meridians more pure.
The spiritual energy slowly gathers in the dantian of the sea of qi, like a stone for building a foundation. It cannot be placed too fast or too slowly. Only by being calm and calm can you build the strongest foundation stone.
When a ten thousand zhang tall building rises from the ground, the stronger the foundation stone, the higher the building can be built.
Ignoring the thunder blasting overhead, Konghou stood up from the ground and bowed three times to the sky until his dantian filled up.
The fellow students who were waiting outside the cave house saw that Jieyun suddenly turned black and gold, and they didn't care about watching the fun, and they all worried about the little junior sister. After the tribulation cloud turned all golden and three routine tribulation thunders fell from the sky, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, it was done!
Soon, the sky will rain, and the rain is full of spiritual energy, which is a gift to the earth. Whenever a cultivator succeeds in advancing, the heavens will rain down the rain, benefiting all things.
I don't know who in the crowd cheered, which attracted countless fellow students to applaud and cheer together. Sect Leader Heng Yan stood beside him, looking at the disrespectful appearance of these disciples, he also showed a relaxed smile, but his mouth was neither light nor serious: "It's getting more and more unruly."
However, his voice was extremely low, and none of the disciples who were only interested in joy heard him. Wu Chuan, the only disciple who heard these words, just pretended not to hear it. He stood behind the master and silently clapped his hands. When the others looked over, he calmly put down his hands and showed the eldest disciple. The majesty comes out.
The door of the cave opened, Konghou in a goose-yellow skirt came out from inside, saw the smiling faces outside the cave, and bowed to them: "Konghou has made everyone worried."
They are the courage given to her on the road to repair.
"Congratulations, uncle."
"Congratulations, Junior Sister."
The classmates took out the gifts that had been prepared a long time ago, and without waiting for Konghou to refuse, they stuffed their heads into the Konghou cave mansion. They laughed and asked her to set up a banquet to entertain everyone. They also said that she had just established a foundation and needed to consolidate her cultivation. The shoulders turned away.
He came in a hurry and left in a hurry, but it fits the personality of Yunhuamen disciples very well.
When these juniors left, the three elders who were hidden in the clouds appeared, gave Konghou gifts, and left after a few words of encouragement. Heng Yan was the head of the sect and had more to worry about than the elders. In addition to giving her the spirit stone pill, he also gave her a flying sword. Wangtong is shy, and I'm afraid he won't be able to send good things. He doesn't want the genius disciple in the door to fly around outside with a low-level flying sword. Wangtong can't afford to lose this person, but Yunhuamen can't afford to lose it. .
"Thank you very much, Sect Master." When Konghou saw that the flying sword had magic light on it and was embedded with beautiful gems, he liked it so much that he couldn't wait to hang the sword on his waist in front of Hengyan.
Seeing that she liked this gift, Heng Yan was also happy. He had only one male disciple, Wu Chuan, in his name. It was useless to keep such magic weapons suitable for girls. It would be better to give them to the female disciples of other juniors.
Wangtong, the master, didn't think there was anything wrong with other people's gifts being heavier than himself. When Hengyan left, he happily waved to Konghou: "Good apprentice, you can give us Qiyuefeng a face. Be a teacher. I'll accompany you to unpack those gift boxes, don't tire you out."
Tan Feng used the sound transmission technique to say to Cheng Yi, "Master also told me this back then."
Cheng Yi replied blankly, "What a coincidence, Master told me this too."
The two senior brothers looked at the way the master brought the younger sister in to unpack the gifts, as if they had seen themselves back then.
The rain fell from the sky, not only the Yunhuamen were happy, but the people of Yongcheng were also very happy. With each shower, the crops in their soil grew better. The vendors and pawns on the street did not hide with umbrellas, but spread their arms to let the rain fall all over their bodies.
There are also quick-response people who have taken out the pots and pans and connected them. This is a good thing. Drinking it can strengthen your body.
The disciples of other sects who were shopkeepers in Yongcheng saw that the people of Yongcheng were accustomed to staying here for a period of time, and the newcomers were amazed. The people in other cities, even though they would secretly take out bowls to catch the rain when the monks advanced to the stage, they were still quite reserved, not like the people here in Yongcheng, who were… actually… without any scruples. .
The shopkeeper of Yuxiaomen in Yongcheng stared blankly at the rain falling outside the door. Could it be that Yunhuamen really has a diligent disciple who has established a foundation for more than four years
Yunhuamen has changed its feng shui
After thinking about it, he rushed upstairs to repair the book and sent a message to Yuxiaomen.
Yuxiaomen quickly received the summons, thought for a while, and passed the news to the attached large sect, Liuguangzong.
The big news that is rare in 500 years, Yunhuamen has a miracle!
Konghou and Wangtong finished dismantling the gifts that accounted for the small half of the cave. After Wangtong was satisfied to read it once, they let Konghou put it away, and asked her to retreat for a few days to consolidate her mood and celebrate with other brothers and sisters.
"Also..." Wangtong fumbled around in his pocket, and took out a small bag of spirit stones. "The money will be used to entertain fellow students. If you lose, you won't lose. Don't let other peaks feel that our Qiyue Peak is poor."
"Master, I have a spirit stone." Konghou was embarrassed to accept it.
"Respect your teacher as your father, in your mortal world, for a little girl as big as you, who would invite a friend to a dinner without the elders giving money?" Wangtong said with a stern face, "It's just some spiritual stones, and there is no shortage of these common things as a teacher. Just take it."
"Thank you, Master." Konghou accepted it with a smile.
"That's right." Wangtong nodded reservedly, "A cultivator should not pay attention to external things, let alone ruin their mood because of them."
"Follow Master's teachings, and the disciple must learn from Master." Konghou nodded solemnly.
Wangtong's expression became more pleasant, and he praised Konghou several times before leaving Konghou's cave.
After walking out of the cave, Wangtong covered his chest, and the spiritual stones he had managed to save over the past few years were gone.