The days passed like this, but Wang Weijun did not wait until Mi Xiaojing fell asleep again. However, after all, he was a master in the integration stage. Even with such torture, he still gritted his teeth and persisted. As time went by, his Nascent Soul had already Completely stable, reciting the mantra overnight could no longer bring his Nascent Soul to the point of collapse.
In other words, in a short period of time, Wang Weijun has recovered, at least he is no longer on the verge of death. It has to be said that Wang Weijun is extraordinary after all. A super master of cultivation is not just a joke. He only has a profound understanding of cultivation. Only then would he have such foundation to restore the Nascent Soul.
Of course, it is impossible to return to the Nascent Soul level of the combined stage. Wang Weijun's current Nascent Soul state is almost stable at the Nascent Soul stage.
At this point, Wang Weijun was no longer in a hurry. After all, after practicing for so many years, once he calmed down, he still had some patience.
The west wind was biting and the cold wind was howling. Unknowingly, Xiyanmen ushered in the first snow of early winter.
Heavy snow fell in the middle of the night, and the biting cold wind swept across the land. Even Mi Xiaojing, who was still reciting the mantra, had to stop because Rob was about to crawl into his arms. It was too cold.
Mi Xiaojing immediately burned the earthen kang. When the flames ignited and the earthen kang gradually warmed up, the window paper was already glowing with white light. The sky was not actually bright. It was the reflection of the white snow.
Rob's originally curled up body gradually relaxed, and the heat of the kang allowed him to continue to sleep soundly.
Mi Xiaojing continued to sit on the futon and recite the mantra. There was so much homework that had to be completed, and this time he kept reciting the mantra until dawn.
Due to the heavy snow, Mi Xiaojing had no place to absorb any more Qian Yang purple energy. Wang Weijun's Nascent Soul was miserable. The Yuan Ying that was finally stable could not get the support of Qian Yang purple energy, so he could only increase its absorption. The speed of spiritual energy, in this way, Mi Xiaojing's benefits become even greater.
First of all, I am not afraid of the cold at all. Winters used to make Mi Xiaojing very painful. I would only heat up the earthen kang at night, which would make things better. But whenever I go out, the cold is unbearable. This year, when the snow falls, Mi Xiaojing will go out. , I didn’t even feel how cold it was.
But Wang Weijun had to practice hard, otherwise, reciting the mantra at night could kill him.
In the early morning, Mi Xiaojing and Rob got up. Rob was young and didn't dare to go out. He only wore a hundred-year-old jacket and would freeze half to death when he went out. He could only clean the room once and then huddle on the earthen kang, leaning against the fire. to ward off the cold.
Mi Xiaojing took a broom to clean the snow in the yard, and the masters of Xiyanmen also took wooden shovels and brooms to clean the snow in the sect.
The morning bell rang, and some masters went to the main hall to recite mantras. It was time for morning classes.
Mi Xiaojing was still cleaning the yard. No one was cleaning this small yard, so he had to clean it up.
In winter, Xiyanmen generally has the habit of cat winter. Most of the sects’ mountain gates are closed, and the masters generally do not go out. Winter is an important training time for Yanxiu, and there are many various cultivation activities. Of course, it is not that no masters go out. .
When winter is the coldest, Xiyanmen will send more powerful masters to guard Maplewood Village. At that time, the wild beasts on the mountains will come to harass the village, because there is nothing to eat in the mountains, and in Maplewood Village, some people have There are livestock, poultry, and a large number of dogs, so it is an attractive place for wild animals.
Mi Xiaojing is qualified to guard Fenglin Village, but because of his young age, the master of the sect does not agree to let him go. As a Yanxiu in the Yuanjue stage, he is about to reach the level of promotion, but Yanxiu's fighting skills and combat abilities, which he barely mastered.
Different from cultivators, cultivators generally have strong martial arts when they reach the late stage of Qi training, and are weak in the early stage of Qi cultivation. Once they reach the later stage of cultivation, their strength is no worse than that of cultivators. Even those who are specialized in fighting have stronger fighting abilities than cultivators. Cultivators are even stronger.
There are also differences between Yanxiu and cultivators in terms of weapon refining. Generally speaking, most of Yanxiu's weapons are extremely simple. Unlike the various magic weapons of cultivators, their power is very small at the beginning, but as the practice time increases, their power increases. It is also increasing continuously.
The weapons of Yanxiu are often the Yanxiu weapons that they commonly use, such as prayer beads, Yanmu sticks, and bowls. These are the Yanxiu's favorite weapons.
Mi Xiaojing now uses the eighteen beads on his wrist. This is his only weapon. Poor people are poor. Unlike cultivators, Mi Xiaojing is really poor. Let alone spiritual stones. Even copper coins, silver coins, and money have never been seen.
After cleaning the courtyard, Mi Xiaojing returned to the room, added another handful of firewood, heated the earthen kang, and then sat down on the earthen kang again.
Every day, Mi Xiaojing will teach Robert how to read ten words a day. After learning, he will let Robert practice and memorize by himself.
A sand table and a wooden stick are all the tools for teaching and learning.
Rob studied very seriously. In these few dozen days from autumn to early winter, he knew hundreds of words.
Idle time is also idle. Since there is no need to go up the mountain to collect, Mi Xiaojing is completely free. Of course, Mi Xiaojing is not lazy. He starts to sit cross-legged and recite the mantra.
Wang Weijun was so frightened that he couldn't bear the recitation of mantras at night. In the morning, there was no replenishment of Qian Yang's purple energy. He felt that he was going to die. This was the end of being chanted to death. This was too miserable. A great master in the integration stage was actually recited the mantra by a small cultivator to the point of death. It makes me sad to think about it.
Cry loudly!
The mantra characters surged, and with the sound of reciting the mantra, Wang Weijun burst into tears. He knew that he would not be able to survive. Without the supplement of Qian Yang's purple energy, even if he practiced hard, he could not make up for the damage caused by reciting the mantra. He was really going to die. The possibility of death was gone, and he didn't want to die at all.
Under the invisible influence of the mantra, Wang Weijun's Yuanying began to reflect on his actions in this life. As he reflected, he gradually calmed down. He started practicing Taoism accidentally, practiced hard, and gradually grew in strength. In order to plunder the resources of cultivation, he cheated, smashed, burned, and looted. , one thing passed through my mind.
In the end, two words flashed in Wang Weijun's mind: "Retribution!"
When he thought of these two words, the harm caused by reciting the mantra suddenly became less, so that he could barely resist it. At this moment, he didn't know the reason, but people who have cultivated to this level , never let go of opportunities.
For Taoist cultivators, regardless of whether there is retribution or not, they are fighting against heaven and earth. If they have thoughts of retribution, then there is nothing to do.
Barely maintaining the collapse of the Nascent Soul and struggling to resist the erosion of the mantra, Wang Weijun's Nascent Soul faintly sensed a glimmer of hope for survival. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, Wang Weijun's Nascent Soul stopped crying and began to practice crazily.
At this critical moment, the sound of hurried running sounded, followed by a knock on the door, and the chanting of mantras stopped.
Suddenly, there was a scream outside the door, and then the Zen Gate was impacted by a huge force and instantly shattered into countless pieces, shooting into the room with broken flesh and blood among them.