The little fat man opened his eyes and smiled, he was extremely happy there, his heart was excited, as if Meng Hao had become an inner disciple, just as he himself had become an inner disciple.
Shangguanxiu was silent in the crowd. After a while, he bowed his head and turned away. When he left, there was frost on his face, but he was faint and helpless. Meng Hao became an inner disciple. Even if he was an elder, he was not qualified to ask. What to ask, after all, the inner sect is the true disciple of the mountain sect.
"If you are under 30, or at the seventh level of Qi Condensation, or the first trial of the inner door, you can enter the inner door..." Shangguan Xiu sighed secretly, but he was unwilling to give up in his heart, so he could only endure it.
At this moment, no matter it was Shangguanxiu or Ouyang Grand Elder, even the head of He Luohua, they did not notice that outside the patron Zongshan gate, the top of the black mountain in the deserted Luan mountain, outside the empty cave, standing in a bloody body. Silhouette.
This figure is very vague and can't see his face, but in this person, there is an aura that is completely different from the spiritual power of heaven and earth. It seems that this aura is repelled by the heavens and the earth, and the surrounding wind and cloud colors change vaguely, with cracks. Surrounded, but this scene... Outsiders can see nothing, as if everything is normal.
"Kaoshanzong... vulgar name, but even if it was deliberately changed to this name a thousand years ago to avoid the punishment of the reincarnation of the heavens, but here is... Feng Yaozong! And the disciples of Feng Yaozong dare to swallow the pill of Yinglong , And gained the inheritance of the demon... It's interesting, and it's not in vain that I helped you twice." A hoarse voice slowly came from the blood-colored figure, the voice with a sense of strangeness, and when it echoed, the sky roared. , Red lightning flashed in an instant, but they shattered one after another thousands of feet away from the blood-colored figure, like the sky could not shake the slightest.
"Sooner or later, I'm going to reverse your heaven!" The red figure seemed to frown, looked up at the sky coldly, turned and took a step towards the southern region, and the figure disappeared in an instant.
"The main body is still asleep, I was distracted by sweeping the world, and I saw this strange, interesting and interesting scene." The laughter echoed, and the red figure disappeared.
His appearance, his departure, the scrolling of the sky, the coming of thunder, all these outsiders can't see!
Time was hurried, and seven days passed in a blink of an eye.
In the past seven days, the only topic of the Outer Sect was that Meng Hao became a disciple of the Inner Sect. Everyone witnessed the incident, but the shock that it brought to them still existed even after seven days. Showing envy.
There were also people who regretted Wang Tengfei, but no one spoke up. It seemed that the name Wang Tengfei had become a thing of the past after the First World War in the Inner Sect.
Those disciples who had been enemies with Meng Hao before were all anxious and panicked, but Meng Hao was no longer in the foreign sect, so he could only go to please the little fat man to release his affection.
The little fat man is extremely prestigious these days. He has become a stall owner in the low-level public area. He has completely replaced Meng Hao. He enjoys the popularity of his fellows very much. He is even triumphant when he is grinding his teeth. It is a nice residence.
In the past seven days, Meng Hao had a very fulfilling life. Although the Paoshan Sect was sunset, some rules were still there. During the seven days, Meng Hao bathed and changed clothes, worshipped the portraits of Paoshan ancestors, and worshipped the ancestors of Paoshanzong. Such things were extremely cumbersome.
During the period, he did not see Senior Sister Xu who had been in retreat for many months, but saw the Senior Brother Chen Fan wearing a silver robe. When Meng Hao was in the outer sect, this senior seldom saw words and smiles in his impression, which seemed rather old-fashioned. After contacting Hao, he found that no matter what question he asked, the other party would take the trouble to answer in extremely detailed manner, which made Meng Hao feel good, thinking of the usual rumors about this brother Chen Fan, most of them say that this person is wholehearted and does not ask Fanchen. , All righteous.
Seven days later, Meng Hao came down leisurely and was bestowed on Dongfeng's inner door cave mansion. Its inner spiritual spring was rich and filled with aura, which exceeded his previous cave mansion by too much.
It was just the original good mood. After Meng Hao received the inner disciple's spirit stone and medicine for the first time, he was stupid there, staring blankly at the spirit stone in his hand.
This spirit stone was obviously beyond what he had obtained at the outer door. It was a little bigger, and it was no longer completely transparent inside, but was a little fuzzy like a mist. Although it was not much, it made Meng Hao's face gradually pale.
"This is the middle-grade spirit stone? The inner disciple will send one piece a year... a piece of this kind of spirit stone, which can be exchanged for a hundred pieces of high-grade spirit stone given by the outer sect..." Meng Hao muttered, his mind kept buzzing, beside him There is also an ancient jade, which specifically introduces the identification and difference of spirit stones by the condensing monks.
"On top of the middle-grade spirit stone, it is said that there is no one piece in the entire Zhao country... The top-grade spirit stone, one can be exchanged for at least ten thousand pieces of the high-grade spirit stone... But there is a market and priceless." Meng Hao's heart twitched, he quickly took out The few large spiritual stones in the storage bag became more and more ugly after comparison.
"According to the size of the spirit stone, according to the full structure of the flocculent inside, you can see the rank. The top-grade spirit stone is larger, and the mist-like flocculent substance inside covers most of it... To absorb, you need to build a foundation monk to do it." Meng Hao muttered, staring blankly at the large spiritual stone in his hand. This spiritual stone is three times larger than the middle-grade spiritual stone, and it contains a misty flocculent substance. Almost occupying all of it, it looks dazzling, but there is no aura.
"This... This won't be a high-grade spirit stone, I... I actually squandered two thousand high-grade spirit stones!" Meng Hao's heart was dripping blood, and he kept comforting himself, thinking of the wood sword's goodness and Wang Tengfei's concern. Thinking of the copy of the bronze mirror equivalent exchange, how can he not understand how much spiritual stone he has spent...
"But how do I feel that the big spiritual stone in my hand is bigger than the top-grade spiritual stone described? The mist-like flocculent substance inside, much more?" Meng Hao snorted inwardly. , He didn't dare to continue thinking about it, his face was pale, and his heart hurt to the extreme.
It took a long time to press down, and quickly took away those large spiritual stones.
"A mere two thousand high-grade spirit stones, nothing, nothing." Meng Hao gritted his teeth and murmured, utterly tangling two words.
Several days passed in a flash.
"Little brother, I watched your battle that day, and you have many magical treasures, but if the magical weapons are gone, you will suffer a lot. You should go to the Dharma Pavilion. There are many classics backed by the Shanzong for thousands of years. Yes."
"Little Junior Brother, I think you have been hunting little beasts and cooking food recently. This is not right. I waited for the monks to devour the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and I wanted to shed the mortal body, but if you still eat the mortal beast, wouldn't it ruin the aura?"
"Little Junior Brother, you have too many storage bags on your body. Don't do this. You should put all your items in one storage bag so that it is easy to take out."
In the past few days, Meng Hao forced himself not to think about Lingshi, but followed Brother Chen Fan. As he got to know each other more and more, he heard Brother Chen Fan’s teaching almost every day. The rumors of the Waizong are somewhat different. Although they are indeed focused on the Tao, they are not silent and talk less, but don't talk. Once they talk about it, it can be a few hours or a whole day.
Even in the end, it was not that he went to find Chen Fan, but that the other party would come to his cave house early in the morning and talk about it.
Meng Hao couldn't refuse, so he could only listen with a wry smile. Many times he fell asleep while listening. After waking up, he could still hear Brother Chen Fan's words. He couldn't help but feel sorry for his brother.
"There are too few inner disciples, so Brother Chen has no one to speak, so he develops such a quirk..." Similarly, Meng Hao suddenly understood why Senior Sister Xu often retreats, because even he has risen up many times. The idea of retreat is the only way to get rid of torture.
Even if he walked out of the cave, Chen Fan would speak next to Meng Hao as he walked.
"I don't know when Senior Sister Xu will leave the customs. What's her expression when she sees me." Meng Hao, wearing a silver robe, grinned, sitting on the rocks of Dongfeng, with long hair swaying, looking into the distance against the breeze. In the sunset, I automatically ignored the words of Brother Chen next to him.
"Little Junior Brother is thinking, when will Junior Sister Xu leave." Senior Brother Chen smiled slightly and looked at Meng Hao.
"En...Huh?" Meng Hao was taken aback by the different words from Brother Chen.
"Little brother, don’t need to be shy. Senior sister Xu Qing is naturally beautiful. It’s normal for you to like it secretly." Senior Brother Chen Fan said with a smile, with a joke in his eyes. He is indifferent and easy to get along with. He is also very impressed with Meng Hao here. My heart has recognized that the other party is my younger brother.
"Xu Qing? Cough cough, no no, I didn't... By the way, brother, what did you talk about after the monk's condensed Qi Dzogchen?" Meng Hao hurriedly said, coughing a few times, and quickly changed the subject.
"After condensing the qi, it builds the foundation and sheds the mortal body, and then it is called spiritual cultivation, also called a monk." Senior Brother Chen Fan looked at Meng Hao and shook his head and smiled, no longer joking, but spoke softly.
"To build a spiritual foundation, nine platforms are raised in Danhu. The light of the platform spreads across the whole body. This is the foundation, and there are differences in foundation. The foundation, the eighteen cracks have a lack of foundation, and the rock fragments with more than eighteen cracks.
"In my back mountain sect, there used to be a practice that was not available to build foundations. It was obtained by the ancestor of the mountain back then. It is with this practice that his old man became famous in the country of Zhao and spread throughout the southern region. Unfortunately... The ancestors are gone and lost." Chen Fan said tirelessly, extremely detailed, his character is like this, and Meng Hao has become a bit accustomed these few days.
"After the foundation is built, there is the Great Alchemy Dao, which is like the master, and the Nascent Soul will live forever, like a land immortal."
"What about after Yuan Ying?" Meng Hao listened carefully now, full of longing in his heart.
"After Yuan Ying is Zhan Ling, like the patron ancestor back then, his old man is in this state, but unfortunately this is extremely difficult, life and death are on the line, and it takes several times in a lifetime to be reborn. The patron ancestor went out to retreat until today. I haven't come back yet." Chen Fan said softly, his eyes seemed calm, but he showed a touch of obsession with cultivation.
"I don't know if one day Meng Hao can reach the realm of Spirit Slashing, what about after Spirit Slashing?" Meng Hao murmured.
"After Spirit Slash, the realm is too high, and I don't know the details. I have to go to some Southern Territory sects to know a little bit, but in any case, it is for immortality." Chen Fan said softly.
"Being a fairy?"
"Cheng Xian."
The mountain wind blew and fell on the top of the mountain, blowing the long hair of the two brothers and sisters, blowing their words away further and further.
"Little Junior Brother, if you go out for trials in the future, you must not be confined to Zhao Guo. You must know that Zhao Guo is only a small remote country in the southern part of the southern part of the South China. , Said gently.
"Southern Territory, there is the real world of cultivation. Although the weak and the strong eat the extreme cruelty, it also represents the pinnacle of the southern part of the land.
Compared with that, Zhao Guo is much calmer. My brothers should step on a mountain, and my brothers should be a bone. "Chen Fan showed a strange look in his eyes. These words didn't seem to be addressed to Meng Hao, but to himself.
Meng Hao's mind was shaken. He was ignorant of these words before. Now it is the first time someone has told him so clearly. In Meng Hao's mind, it seems that at this moment, a vast map has been spread out, and there is east on the map. In the Tang Dynasty, there are the heroes of the Southern Territory.
"Step into the spiritual path. If you stay away from the mortal world, you will no longer be a mortal. As a monk, you are going against the sky. If you are not strong, you are not qualified to survive. If you are not strong, you are not qualified to practice. If you are not strong, you will not have the qualifications to live and you can only be slaughtered by others. Such a life... Are you willing?" Chen Fan looked at Meng Hao, and the words came to Meng Hao's ears, every word fell in his heart, Meng Hao. There was a daze in Hao's eyes, and he fell silently into his thoughts.
"I am a scholar in Yunjie County. My parents have disappeared since I was a child. My original dream was to become a rich man and not to live a hard life. I just want to take a look at Dongtu Datang when I am rich..." The night breeze was slightly cool. Blowing his hair, Meng Hao was thinking about his life at this moment, just as he was thinking about the future on the Daqing Mountain. －－－－－The second change, the number of words in the two chapters together is 7000, there is one change in the early morning, today 4 thousand characters!