The spiritual energy in Hidden Peak is extremely abundant and suitable for practice.
This is due to the simple law of spiritual energy aggregation - the density of spiritual energy in a certain place is determined by the number and realm of monks. The higher the number and realm, the easier it is for spiritual energy to gather here.
This is also the reason why practitioners in the world want to establish sects for practice.
A sect is a gathering place for cultivators, so the amount of spiritual energy is far greater than other places. Therefore, the more powerful a sect is, the easier it is to cultivate powerful disciples, and a casual cultivator like Ning Qinshui spends his whole life practicing Taoism. It's just a mediocre fairyland.
Naturally, Ning Jiujiu would not think about whether he was qualified to practice in Hidden Peak. Since he could come, it meant that he was qualified to practice here.
Carrying the bag of spiritual fruit pills, he found an empty cave and sat in it.
Ning Changjiu meditated while taking medicine. The nearly exhausted Qi sea was gradually filled with moist spiritual mist. The spiritual mist gradually climbed up the blood vessels, trying to squeeze out a way out of the blocked or broken spiritual veins.
This process is several times faster than in the inner peak.
This was the only treatment he received as an outer disciple.
After meditating for a while, Ning Changjiu turned from sitting to lying down.
Because he discovered that spiritual energy will sink after enough, so a position close to the ground can absorb more spiritual energy in the same period of time.
Anyway, now that no one is watching, he lies on the ground carelessly, greedily absorbing every ray of pure spiritual energy, and then uses his body as a furnace to refine them into his own spiritual power, which he stores in the Zifu Qi Sea. among.
After he had finished eating the spiritual fruit elixir and the spiritual energy absorbed by his body was almost saturated, he sat up from the ground and took a long breath.
Ning pondered for a long time, and then used stones to place a small flying formation around him to prevent weird people from coming to plot against him. He could leave at any time.
After calculating the time, Xiao Ling probably had to go back to his room. He drew Xiao Fei's air formation backwards and found the formation that overlapped it in the sea of consciousness. His mind was like a hook, and he grabbed it suddenly and pulled up his whole body.
despair.
In the book pavilion, Ning Changjiu's footsteps landed lightly. He looked around. Fortunately, this place was remote and he did not pass by.
"Just in case, it's better to prepare a blindfold here in the future." Ning Jiujiu planned the position where he appeared, silently thinking about the appropriate formation.
In my ears, there was just a slight sound of conversation.
"Junior sister, otherwise forget it."
"What kind of evil magic does Ning Changjiu have? Can he avoid all these tricks?"
"Could it be that he is secretly hiding his clumsiness..."
"Probably not. I met him by chance at the entrance of the sword hall earlier, and I tried to test him. He is weak and doesn't seem to be faking."
"Could it be that his junior sister has seen through our methods and has been secretly helping him? Legend has it that people with innate spirits have much sharper senses and intuitions."
"possible… "
Ning listened to their conversation for a long time and smiled lightly, thinking that the three of them regarded this place as a secret gathering place? It's a coincidence that he and I are just "separated by a wall".
He won't be too concerned about the little schemes among his classmates.
This was the first time he encountered such a thing. Out of curiosity and fun, he deliberately teased them.
Of course, he wasn't worried about this little girl continuing to do evil things. Anyway, in the end, he wouldn't be the one who got beaten if all the tricks were used.
"I was slapped on the palm in front of so many people earlier, which was very humiliating... When I turned around, I saw Ning Changjiu laughing at me. He was an outer disciple, but he was kind to the master and happened to know a little bit about literacy. Why do you dare to be so arrogant about such a trivial matter?"
"Junior Sister, after all, it was us who provoked this matter in the first place. Junior Sister Xiaoling and Junior Brother Jiujiu didn't really do anything extraordinary."
"Shut up! Your elbows keep turning out!"
"Okay, okay, junior sister, tell me what to do next. Senior brother Weiran won't help you, but senior brother Yun Ze is devoted to junior sister!"
"I... I haven't thought about it yet. Anyway, I can't let him go easily!"
"Then junior sister, you sit down, I'll get you a glass of water, and we'll discuss the plan slowly."
Lerou smoothed her skirt along her thighs, and just when she was about to touch the chair, she was silent for a while, stopped, and thought of something, and suddenly said angrily: "I... I won't sit down."
After saying this, she walked away quickly as if she was angry.
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In the inner peak, the corridor is quiet and dimly lit.
In Ning Changjiu's room, the sound of conversation sounded softly.
"Senior brother, I remember that the sect rules say that only the sect's mental methods are allowed to be learned. Although what you taught me is unique, does it really matter if it is discovered?"
"Isn't it stated in the sect rules? The peak master is free to change the sect rules. From now on, junior sister can just work hard to become the peak master."
"Uh..." Ning Xiaoling was stunned and said with a wry smile: "Senior brother has really high expectations for me."
Ning Jiujiu said: "In short, senior brother will not harm you, just follow me and learn."
"Does this method of breathing spiritual energy have a name?" Ning Xiaoling asked.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Tao Sect Hidden Breath Technique."
Ning Xiaoling nodded and said, "How long does it take to learn this?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Soon, when I try the sword in the spring, I should be able to integrate them. I will teach you more things after that."
Ning Xiaoling said: "I just listen to my senior brother."
Ning Jiujiu suddenly asked: "You haven't been ostracized and bullied by your classmates on weekdays, right?"
Ning Xiaoling shook her head and said, "No."
Ning Jiujiu said: "If you are bullied, remember to tell your senior brother and don't hide it."
Ning Xiaoling hummed slightly, looked at him worriedly, and asked: "Brother, how is your practice lately?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "Of course it's a thousand miles with a day, and the sky is skyrocketing..."
Ning Xiaoling interrupted him and sighed: "Senior brother, stop lying."
Ning Jiujiu also suppressed his smile, sighed softly, and said: "Practice well and don't worry too much about other things."
Ning Xiaoling nodded and said: "Then when we go to the top of the peak to light up the sword stars, let's go together and choose two next to each other."
Ning looked out the window for a long time, and his eyes seemed to have reached the Tianku Peak, where he saw the silent floating sword stars. After a while, he nodded lightly: "Okay."
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In the quiet years, Tianku Peak experienced several snowfalls.
On the Yuntai sword field, dozens of cold lights broke through the snow and clouds, like electric snakes breaking through the sky, crisscrossing the Yuntai.
After the Jian Tour, Lu Jianjian commented on Feijian one by one. Ning Xiaoling didn’t know whether it was intentional or not. Jian was always wandering between being about to catch up and not keeping up, barely squeezing into the rear of the crane in the front row.
Lerou tested Ning Changjiu a few times these days, but her methods were a little more restrained, but Ning Changjiu resolved them one by one. As time passed, she gave up, and instead devoted her mind to cultivating Taoism and trying the sword for the future. The conference completely frustrated Ning Xiaoling's preparations.
Today's Yuntai Youjian, although she still couldn't keep up throughout the whole process, her ranking improved by two places, and she could vaguely catch up with Ning Xiaoling.
This made her quite excited.
And Ning Changjiu's life was not too troubled. He got up early to accompany his junior sister to morning classes, and then exchanged a few sarcastic words with Lu Yuanbai on the way to the library. After arriving at the library, he occasionally chatted with Master Yan Zhou's uncle, but Most of the time, Uncle Yan Zhou was asleep.
He became more and more proficient in the application of the small flying formation. He no longer even used stones. Then he used his spiritual power to point out a few points and simulate a temporarily usable formation.
When entering Hidden Peak, the most important thing is naturally Xie Nancheng's "wool".
Ning Jiujiu never returned the jade medal to Na Cheng, and Na Cheng didn't ask for it because he didn't need it for the time being. Out of guilt, Ning Jiujiu explained the difficulties to Na Cheng every day and gave some illusory answers. Avenue scenery paints some pie for him.
After all, Ning Changjiu had a very high level in his previous life, and the magnificent and magnificent picture was really spread out before his eyes for him to enjoy, so when he described these familiar roads, Nan Cheng's eyes were blazing and he was full of admiration.
After taking care of Nan Cheng, he went to get spiritual fruits and elixirs with peace of mind. The elder who was watching the treasure house gate saw that he came at this time every day, and he couldn't help but admire him. He thought to himself that this is really a diligent and hard-working genius boy. , at such a young age, he has such great control over the Taoist resources, and he seems to be younger than Na Cheng, but he can also get a C-shaped jade plaque. It seems that Lu Marian has found another treasure.
And Ning Jiujiu himself couldn't tell whether his path to Taoism was smooth or bumpy.
The speed of refining his spiritual energy was extremely fast, unbelievably fast, as if his body was a heaven-made furnace for refining spiritual energy.
But after those pure spiritual powers were refined into the sea of qi, they were like mud cows entering the sea, and they could not fill this bottomless pit of spiritual sea.
He had calculated that with the speed at which he was refining spiritual energy, an ordinary person would be able to get to the Xuan in ten days to be photographed.
And he...he wasn't sure whether he was a master of the Xuan Dynasty or not.
Generally speaking, if a person has an innate spiritual constitution, after entering the Xuan Dynasty, the innate real spirit will be born in the Zi Mansion. But if he has already entered the Xuan Xuan, why is there no sign of the birth of the innate soul
He closed his eyes, used the sea of consciousness to explore the sea of qi, looked at the pitch-black field with almost no spiritual energy fluctuations, and sighed.
"Jingwei's reclamation is nothing more than that..."
As expected of me.
The strength of spiritual power depends on two points. One is the purity of the refined spiritual energy. That is the arrow on the bowstring. The arrow is the refined spiritual energy. The purer it is, the sharper it is. The second is your own realm. How far you can pull the bow and string depends on your arm strength. This arm strength is your realm.
With the same arrow, the limit of ordinary people is just to break rocks and armor, but ascetics can kill people hundreds of miles away with one arrow, and the true gods in the legend can even perform feats such as destroying cities, shooting the sun, breaking sea waves and breaking the sky.
These things we rely on are realms.
At this moment, although Ning Changjiu was still far away from filling his Qi sea, he had already refined enough spiritual energy. After refining to the point where Nan Cheng meditates these days, he feels that the spiritual energy in Hidden Peak seems to be inexplicably thinner.
But his current state is simply not enough for him to use this large amount of spiritual power to its true power.
"At most it can rival Tongxian."
Ning Jiujiu bent his palm slightly, and used his spiritual power to condense a small sword with crystal clear body between his five fingers. The small sword was rising and falling in his palm. He stared at it for a long time before he came to this conclusion.
He could compete with immortals before he entered the mystical world. When such a fantasy happened to him, he just sighed in dissatisfaction.
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After finishing today's practice, Ning Jiujiu stood up and dusted off his clothes. He was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something and silently walked to the center of Hidden Peak.
The abyss-like space is like a deep sea, and the Dragon-Wrapped Pillar is a tower that reaches the sky in the middle of the sea.
Ning stood on the edge of the cliff for a long time, just like when he first came here, his heart beating slightly accelerated.
He clutched his chest, not knowing whether this feeling was good or bad.
He blinked, and his spiritual energy gathered, covering his eyes, and they suddenly became bright.
He looked down, and saw the deathly mist rolling in continuous gray and black, still difficult to see through. When he peered into the abyss with his sword eyes, it seemed to be awakening and stretched out countless tentacles, usurping his gaze. Then all other scenery faded in his pupils, and a deep fog obscured everything. Before the almost real feeling of falling came, Ning Jiujiu immediately closed his eyes. After a moment, blood seeped out from the corners of his eyes.