Most of the inner disciples in the sect are based on the concentrating period, practicing with great concentration, and starting from this stage to distinguish the pros and cons of their aptitudes.
If the aptitude is not good, staying in the concentrating period and no longer diligently, it is nothing more than a life span of only a hundred years, and it will die with old age.
If the aptitude is very good, you can get the attention of the sect when you enter the foundation building period. How many disciples a sect has during the foundation building period determines whether the sect is strong or not, and whether it has a voice in this world.
The shorter the time to reach the foundation construction period, which symbolizes the excellent qualifications and opportunities, which will be beyond the reach of many people.
Just like Ji Chuan, his young age was his cultivation base in the later stage of foundation construction, and he was already in a high position in the martial art, and no one dared to wipe his edge.
Just like Zhu Zifan, the same young man was already a half-step at the foundation-building stage of the Great Perfection, and he was even higher than the senior brother's cultivation base. Although he could not compete for the status of the senior brother, he was a treasure in the eyes of the master.
If you can break through the foundation building and enter the pill formation stage, it is already a great power in this world. In the Mangshan realm, people who can cultivate to the pill formation stage are rare, and they are usually unborn high-ranking hermits, or they are A suzerain or elder.
For example, the head of their sect, even though he has not been diligent in 30 years, he is already a strong man in the late stage of the formation of alchemy. With him in charge, no one dares to easily bully his disciples.
The Yuan Ying period in the future? I have only heard of that kind of immortal, but I have never seen one before, and it is said that one who can see one in a hundred years is good fortune.
In a hundred years, only one person successfully broke through the Dan Ying stage and entered the Nasal Infant Stage. He has been talked about by the monks in the entire Manshan Realm. But that person's aptitude is too bad, and he has not been seen after more than ten years ascending to the Nas Infant Stage. It is unknown who belongs to which school, so there are not many glorious deeds left.
The name is very famous, Jun Huantian, such a domineering name.
However, no one knows where Jun Huantian went afterwards.
According to the rumors, Jun Huantian broke through the pill formation stage and entered the Nasal Infant stage at an extremely alarming speed, and then disappeared. There was no news for decades, and some people even speculated that he was intercepted by those jealous old monsters in the pill formation period. Kill, already fallen.
Mo'er's concept of cultivation levels in this world ends here.
Many years ago, Mo'er was an inner disciple of Xiangshengmen. She was brought here from the secular world by Xiangshengmen's disciples with excellent roots when she was young. She started as a brother and sister in the same year as Zhu Zifan. It was also a later childhood sweetheart.
But the fate is like this, not the same starting point, the future will be the same.
Zhu Zifan continued to advance rapidly in the training of the master, and one year later, he became the leader of the same group of beginners, reached the seventh level of Qi refining, was favored by the master and accepted as a direct disciple.
And Mo'er's destiny was like a big joke, as if to set off Zhu Zifan's acquired efforts, the two practiced together. One year later, Mo'er barely grew.
It only reached the second level of Qi Refining, and it was still promoted by the pill that was distributed in the school when he first started.
After that, Mo'er was expelled from the inner door and became an outer disciple on the charge of not thinking about making progress. It seemed that Zhu Zifan was still begging to stay, and afterwards, it was a very bitter and sweet love between the two. Mandarin ducks do not envy immortals.
Zhu Zifan asked Mo'er to go to the mountain to find him every day, almost as long as she was under his nose except for her sleeping time.
She is like a little tail, looking up at him, following him, and accompanying him.
Others dare not say anything about Zhu Zifan's behavior, but they have never looked good at Mo'er, ridiculed, and sneered at it is commonplace.
But as a stupid girl, Mo'er would not care about other people's eyes as long as Zhu Zifan liked it. There was only Zhu Zifan in her eyes, so that she hardly had a second acquaintance in the entire teacher's school.
As the saying goes, if you don't die, you won't die.
Any sect in the cultivation world recruits disciples for the purpose of glorifying the lintel and strengthening the sect, rather than giving them a relaxed and warm environment to fall in love.
Zhu Zifan tied Mo'er almost to the waist of his trousers every day. Although he has been practicing diligently for more than ten years, he has never closed up because of the existence of Mo'er.
Today's Zhu Zifan is already in the foundation stage of great perfection, half a step in the realm of alchemy, but still makes the head stunned, such a wasteful cultivation can achieve such a high realm, if there is no other way to retreat, can Zhu Zifan not fly
Therefore, from the beginning of the side-to-side attack, to the subsequent reprimand, Zhu Zifan is like a stone that can't get in, as if there is only Mo'er in his eyes.
In the end, the head was unbearable, and with his great power, Zhu Zifan was sealed into the Shilu Mountain retreat. After thinking and thinking, he would simply kill Mo'er once and for all.
In fact, he only wanted to expel her from the teacher's door, but he didn't expect that Mo'er was fervent and impassioned, saying that as long as he was alive, he must stay together with Zhu Zifan.
This forced the headmaster to annihilate her soul, in order to protect his precious apprentice, the longevity road was smooth.
Suddenly, Mo Ye suddenly opened her eyes, turned over and jumped straight to the stream. The clear stream reflected the green trees and her face, which was especially clear.
A face that is considered pure and beautiful, skin as delicate and fair as frost and snow, thin eyebrows curved like a moon, a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes as vivid as autumn water, lips slightly raised... She looks like a little girl next door, and there is no shortage of it. The agile charm, such a pure, well-behaved and silly girl, is estimated to be liked by many men.
If these weren't enough to make Zhu Zifan ruin his cultivation, then the two proud Jade Peaks on his chest should be able to make all of this a matter of course.
After all, women with big breasts and no brains, few men will have resistance.
Of course, Mo Ye's eyes grew colder and colder, facing the stream, she reached out and touched her cheek.
The head was about to expel Mo'er from the teacher's door. When Mo'er was arguing with him, the head waved his hand and branded the mark of treason on her face. The mark of Wuqing's treason landed on her white cheeks, which looked particularly abrupt. That's why, when Ji Chuan looked at her face just now, there was pity in his eyes, and he didn't want to look any more.
Because he knew he was wrong, and he knew he was talking nonsense with his eyes open! !
Why would you worry about her revenge in the future? It would be to forgive her and give her a sense of superiority. Her face was marked by rebellion. Which school would dare to ask her again
The mark of rebellion is imprinted on the face with divine consciousness, and it can only be erased by a person with a higher cultivation base than the imprinted person. The head of Xiangshengmen is already a powerful man in the late stage of the formation of alchemy. Who can have a higher cultivation base than him, even if there is, who is willing to erase her mark for a mere refining period
She bears this brand, no matter where she goes, she will be like a mouse crossing the street or a dog falling into the water.
Mo Ye took a deep breath, digging his fingers into the mud and sand by the stream. There is no shortage of murderers in the realm of comprehension, relying on the bullying of the weak. If it is the real Mo'er, it may not be his turn to be killed, so he will have nowhere to go. Wipe your neck.