Jiang Sheng Xun Xian

Chapter 69
Peng Liang was thinking about Jiang Sheng in his heart.

From his point of view, he should be hopeless for the Jiazi Conference four years later. Next year, if he can't form alchemy smoothly and become a core disciple, he will leave the inner sect.

Even if he succeeds in forming alchemy by luck, with his strength, it is impossible for him to be among the ten core disciples.

In yesterday's competition, he didn't even make it to the top [-], so he couldn't help but doubt his talent.

And Jiang Sheng's talent is obviously stronger than his. He knew it very well during the days when he was in the ninth group.

However, with his carefree personality, he quickly forgot yesterday's Wufeng contest.Failure is also a motivation.

……

Like Peng Liang and Zhou Mengling, the disciples of Beiyuan Peak occasionally mentioned Jiang Sheng in the past three months.

As time passed, Jiang Sheng's name was mentioned less and less, and he would not even think of it.

Time flies.

One year.

Two years.

Three years.

The sect is still running, with the arrival of new disciples, and the five-year-old inner sect disciples are running everywhere.

The competition is held every year, and Beiyuan Peak is still counting down.

In three years, Beiyuan Peak produced two core disciples.Peng Liang from the year before last and Wan Qingfei from last year were female disciples who practiced hard and had good luck.

In the remote stone cave that no one of the disciples knew, the sound of a flute came out.

The sound of the flute is not only unpleasant, but even the tune and rhythm are extremely abnormal.

The occasional melodious melody suddenly becomes hoarse and low, as if the player broke the note

Either the tune is as smooth as flowing water, there are two empty beats in the middle, and after the continuation, it doesn't feel like a tune at all.

The sound of the flute spread to the lake below the cave.The fish in the water swim forward for a while, jump up and down for a while, and face up to the sky for a while.The dots of white fish maw float and sink on the water.

The sound of the flute disappeared, and Jiang Sheng opened his eyes.

His eyes were empty and absent-minded, as if he was still in the song just now and hadn't woken up.In the hallucination of just a quarter of an hour ago, he "saw" many scenes.

The old ghost played chess with Elder Yu, and the lame fifth drank wine with Tong Yan.

Zhao Chun and Wang Qian competed to climb trees, while Huang Shan and Zhu Yongjie were embroidering.

Peng Liang aimed at Feng Jiuge with a bow and arrow.

Fang Quan sat on the neck of the ghost snake and ate cherries.

Su Wenjing and Wei Jingyun's eyes were blurred, and each of them was hugging a girl with a full face of makeup.

……

Jiang Sheng shook his head and drove away the inexplicable scene.

In fact, he can be unaffected, but in order to experience the effect of different scores, he often closes his eyes, without thinking, and his spirit drifts along with the music.

The fish floating on the surface of the lake gradually returned to normal and fled to the depths of the lake at the same time.

A cloud fell from above the entrance of the cave, and then revealed a childlike and pretty face.

"Elder Tong, you are here." Jiang Sheng grinned and smiled foolishly. Sometimes the elders would come to give away spirit stones once every two or three months. He didn't know how long ago he saw her last time.

Tong Yan forced a smile.

After three years, this disciple finally came to an end.

He has grown taller, with a light blue soft beard above his lips, but his body still looks a bit thin.

"Jiang Sheng, it's been three years. You... have regained your freedom."

There were no cheers as she imagined, nor hot tears.

Jiang Sheng froze for a moment, then nodded: "Oh."

"How's the cultivation going?" Tong Yan's spiritual sense swept over, but the realm remained unchanged.She remembered that last spring, Jiang Sheng was in the late stage of foundation establishment.

"Still... still like that." Although Jiang Sheng has experience in forming alchemy, but in the past six months, he feels that he is at the peak of foundation establishment, but there is no sign of breaking through.

"Elder Tong, I want to go down the mountain for a walk, okay?" Jiang Sheng was worried about the lame fifth.

Elder Tong nodded: "Well, go early and return early, and concentrate on cultivation when you come back."

Next year is the Jiazi Conference. I don't know if this disciple can catch up.

After three years, she was not sure how much Jiang Sheng had changed.

After all, Jiang Sheng entered the cave at the age of 17 and came out at the age of 20.In the past three years, for young disciples, the change in thinking is immeasurable.

So, she didn't want to put pressure on him.Not everything on the road to immortality is planned, timing and luck are unpredictable.

Although the Five Elements Sect belongs to the Sword Cultivation Sect and is not a traditional Dao Sect, she has been practicing for nearly a hundred years, and she is not ignorant of it.

People are born with birth date horoscopes.Fate, fortune, and weather all play a role.

Just like a person who has always been timid, at a certain moment, he made a bold and reckless thing.It would surprise everyone, even himself, who didn't understand afterwards.

What he showed afterwards was nothing more than self-blame and regret.But if you do it again, it will be the same ending.

Because at that moment, the air, trees, soil around this person...everything between heaven and earth will affect that person's thoughts and thus make actions.Just unconsciously.

And practice is to break through these obstacles, actively communicate with the aura of heaven and earth, and change the arrangement of fate.

At the same time, he changed his state of mind and took another step on the road to longevity.

Of course, Tong Yan only understands these things, and it is not easy to teach them directly.Everyone has their own perception of practice, and the Taoist heart that is forcibly shaped cannot last.

She can only impart experience and mental methods to her disciples, and answer some questions.But the fundamental path still needs to be walked by himself.

……

Jiang Sheng has nothing to miss.He still doesn't know some of the music scores on the wall, but he has long memorized them in his heart.

He stood at the entrance of the cave and looked back, the Longquan sword appeared, and a blue light disappeared.

Longquan Sword, the name is a bit vulgar.He just thought that this sword was given by Fang Quan, and it could condense the phantom of a flood dragon, so he called it that.Anyway, only you know.

At this moment, his true energy is not the same as it was three years ago, and he didn't feel strenuous, and he had already reached the edge of Wushan Town.

Jiang Sheng didn't go home directly, but walked step by step to a lake that was far away from the town.

Three and a half years ago, on the night of early spring, he took the first step of cultivation here.

Jiang Sheng plunged into the lake, and the water temperature in early autumn was much warmer than that night.

He swims freely.With a sharp plunge, he came out of the water again, panting heavily.

Three years, the first taste of freedom.

Otherwise, the water curtain for body protection can completely solve the problem of dust on the body, why go into the lake to take a bath?
Jiang Sheng sometimes slapped the surface of the water with his palms, and sometimes circulated his true energy, kicking his feet up from the water, the water flew high into the sky, and then fell down, splashing on his thin spine, making a crackling sound.

A small fish swam close to him, and he swung the protective water curtain violently. The small fish was swept up by the rapidly rotating current, and his figure began to blur.

The water curtain dissipated, and the vortex caused by the rotation gradually subsided. The fins of the little fish shook randomly, swimming out a route that no fish could understand.

Just as the lake calmed down, a shrimp was trapped in the puck by him again.

He held the ice cubes in his hands and faced the sun. The ice radiated a chill in the sun, and the shrimp in the ice puck seemed to be transparent.

Water, ice, ball, air.

Jiang Sheng smiled, and the opportunity came.

(End of this chapter)