With good luck, Gou practiced in the harem

Chapter 161 158. Quarter-divided training routine, the book devil in the list (4.0K words-please subscribe)
Xia Yan wrote the talisman "rain" in one word, purifying Li Xuezheng's inner demons.

He also had a testing mentality in his actions, so the ending was a great success.

Shushan, as expected, did not merge in vain.

This magic weapon in the soul will bring Xia Yan a lot of subtle help, make his mind more peaceful, and make him more sensitive to the passing away of everything in the world.

He was originally a half-hearted literati at most, but now that he has the blessing of his master's natal magic weapon, he has really stepped into this path.

The next day
In the sunny wind,
Yellow Leaf Mountain.
Xia Yan sat on a solitary cliff, drank a pot of concentrated village medicine, deliberately dispersed his thoughts, and wrapped him up in infinite charming and murderous thoughts.

The difference from before is that this time, there is an extra coffee table in front of him.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

The young man holds the pen, raises it, moves it, and wants to write the word "magic".

"Since it is a word of rain, it can help people wash away their demons.

Then if I write a magic word, can it help my inner demon to be born faster? "

Xia Yan bit the penholder, thinking.

Foreign objects, treasures, everything that can be used to help cultivation is used
Now, he is going to make a fuzi idea.

It may have been impossible in the past, but after seeing Shushan's hidden help, he felt it was feasible.

"Although it seems to be more stable, a greater danger has arrived.

If you sail against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat.” The strong live and the weak die.”

The boy's expression became firm.

He just wants to be enchanted again and again, to the brink of collapse that even a master can hardly survive, and then gain great power.

However, if I really want to write it, I find that it is extremely difficult to write this word.

Sunrise, sunset.
The demons are gradually rising, but the words have not been completed.

The word "magic" should never be written.

Xia Yan shook his head, he could only try again later.

When I returned to the pavilion, I felt that all kinds of thoughts in my heart were still there.

This is the disadvantage of "the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet high".

Before, Xia Yan's inner demons were produced on the same day and devoured on the same day. Even if there was an impact, it would only accumulate slowly and subtly, not overnight.

But it takes a full three days for the inner demon of the "Grand Master Fourth Level" to emerge.

Although with the help of "Wu Chen Dzi Bead", "Wen Shan" and "Rain Characters", the protracted generation cycle of the heart demon makes the period unbearable.

The first time when I first joined, I hadn't completely transformed, but now the power began to explode slowly.

But today is only the first day, he thinks it's okay, and he can fall into a dream after suppressing all kinds of thoughts a little bit.

However, in the dream, it was a superimposed dream of sex and dream of killing, and all kinds of tempting thoughts were entangled in one place like an inextricable mess.

"Heart Demon, the speed of improvement is the fastest. Sure enough, it is also the most dangerous"

"Compared to poison, cultivating inner demons is the best choice."

"But, this heart demon...everyone avoids it like a snake, but I use it to cultivate."

the next day.
Xia Yan continued with the previous steps.

The power of inner demons of the fourth level of the Grand Master is gradually showing its power
Return at night.

Sitting upright in the room, he felt that his whole body was about to explode, so he took out the dust-free dzi.

Wisps of black air penetrated into the dzi bead, and he didn't feel relieved until the original crystal-clear bead turned jet black.

Taking advantage of his spare time, Xia Yan continued to advance and visualize the inner demon. Only by spending more time to visualize the inner demon can the birth be born within three days, otherwise it may be delayed.

In the early morning, Xia Yan's whole body began to emit black smoke, and if there were substantial spiritual energy flowing through his pores, he built a bridge, like a dragon swimming wantonly in the black mist.

Immediately, Xia Yan drove the book mountain in his mind.

Immediately, the mountain of books trembled, suppressed by the inner demon, the black smoke around him became silent again, and retracted into his body.

"Tonight is the most dangerous time"

Xia Yan endured bitterly, and after one night, he felt exhausted.

He obviously didn't go anywhere, but he seemed to have confronted someone for three days and three nights.

Obviously, Wuchen Tianzhu, Shushan, and Yuzi are more than enough to suppress the "inner demons of the third level of the great master", but there is a feeling of "only maintaining balance" for the fourth level.

On the third day, Xia Yan's irritability reached its limit.

However, after the heart demon was completely generated, following the swallowing, the progress of "1024" points of true energy rose into his mind, and his heart was extremely peaceful, and there was no more disturbance in the previous killings and sex jade.

Day four, vacation
Xia Yan checked in every day.

Now, he has three check-in locations, namely: the ancient tomb of the female clown, the newest location of General Meng, and the Hall of Compassionate Peace of Auntie Xiuji.
Going to the corpse of the female clown is a real check-in.

Going to General Meng's place is to look at it from a distance.

Go to Auntie Xiuji's place for breakfast or dinner.

After punching the card, his vacation began.

Sitting under the willow, bored, thinking that the days go by like this is actually quite good.

It's a pity that if the tree wants to be quiet, the wind will not stop.

Whether it's Bei Mang, the Demon Sealing List, or the Dragon Curse hovering at the top of the blood of the entire Dayan royal family, it's like a thick cloud that won't dissipate no matter what.

Jiangnan
Xia Yan thought of this place again.

But now, obviously can't go.

Gradually, he was too lazy to think about it, and it took three days of hard work to get a day off.

He yawned, and suddenly felt that the fishing rod on his side was straight, so he flicked the fishing rod with his fingers, and the force came out, and the hook was loosened immediately, and the hooked fish ran away.

"Don't bother me." Xia Yan said to Yu.

After that, he put bait on the hook again and threw it into the lake again.

On the tower, Bai Suli looked at the tired emperor, her beautiful eyes were full of thoughts.

She probably knew why the emperor was so tired.
Blink of an eye
Another two days passed.

The worst night ever came again.

Xia Yan used the "Wu Chen Dzi Bead" and "Book Mountain" to suppress the demons in his heart.

Auntie Xiuji's "Wuchen Dzi Bead" probably never thought that it would keep filling in new demons. At this time, the surface actually showed a slight dimness, which shows that the "Wuchen Dzi Bead" There is attrition.

Xia Yan was stunned for a while
But soon I understood again.

Xiu Ji's treasure was reserved for attracting demons at critical moments, but he used this "key item" as a "daily item" and kept overusing it.

Suddenly, Xia Yan was speechless.

This can only reduce the use of the "Dust-free Dzi Bead", it cannot be "overloaded" every time.

But if the "Wu Chen Dzi Bead" is not overloaded, Xia Yan will feel uncomfortable.

All kinds of indescribable and indescribable thoughts are crazily hitting his heart. The black smoke in his body is like a fierce beast ready to go, ready to rush out of this skin at any time, and then let the owner of this skin to satisfy his own desires.
Tick
Tick
Beads of sweat had already seeped from Xia Yan's forehead and fell down.

He finally knew why the Master wanted to rebel.

Master is too difficult.

No, it's the inner demon, it's too scary.

Low-level demons may be fine, but demons at this level are really invincible.

This makes any practitioner feel trembling, like walking on thin ice in the abyss.

It can be said that any practitioner must always guard against the emergence of inner demons, so as to be able to practice all the way, otherwise, no matter how strong you are, as long as the inner demons arise, what awaits you is still failure.

And this, to a certain extent, regulates the behavior of practitioners, making them absolutely impossible and dare not act recklessly.

thump.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Boom boom boom!
The knocker seemed to be firm.

"Come in." Xia Yan knew it was Xiaobai.

squeak~~
The door was pushed open, then quickly closed again.

The iceberg-like Grandmaster Bai was only wearing obscene clothes and wrapped in a silk pocket. She came to Xia Yan, kicked off the shoes on her snow-white feet, and slipped into Xia Yan's arms like a slippery fish.

No matter how difficult it is to control Xia Yan among the inner demons, he immediately becomes as savage as a ferocious beast.

The night passed.
The inner demon got some vent, and he felt a lot more comfortable.

Looking at Bai Suli lying in his arms, and some reddish spots on her snow-white skin, Xia Yan's pupils condensed slightly.

"Sir, are you feeling better?" Bai Suli asked softly without opening her eyes.

"Yeah..." Xia Yan felt a little apologetic in his heart.

Bai Suli said: "The demons of the heart can be vented to maintain balance, so Xianggong should also use Suli as a training tool."

"I'm sorry," Xia Yan said softly.

Bai Suli lay in his arms and said: "My lord asks for and does what Suli wants but can't, and what she wants to do but can't do. My lord took Suli out of the death situation. Come out. Now, it's time for Suli to help Xianggong."

Her voice was very gentle, as soft as the spring breeze outside the house, but her cheeks were still blushing, it was obvious that it rained violently last night, and it has not recovered yet.

Xia Yan hugged the woman in his arms pitifully, and said softly, "I owe you a wedding."

Bai Suli said softly, "It's okay."

the next night.

Xia Yan looked at the "1024 points" zhenqi progress that had been upgraded again, and the total progress "Great Master. See Kunlun: (3073/102400)", and heaved a sigh of relief. It is really not easy to improve.

At this time, his demons were all gone, his heart was clear, and he remembered the writing of the word "devil" and the creation of "grey calamity man".
The former may lack an opportunity, while the latter lacks the soul of a fourth-order powerhouse.

None of these should be forced.
The next day, vacation.

Xia Yan brought Bai Suli to Liuxia, and asked her about her cultivation problems, hoping to help her solve them.

But soon, he was dumbfounded.

Because, he couldn't help Bai Suli solve the problem of cultivation.

His own cultivation is entirely dependent on his natural talent, as if a fish can swim after being thrown into the water, but if he wants to let the fish teach others how to swim, it is simply a dream.

Therefore, the practice could not solve the problem, so the emperor helped Grandmaster Bai squeeze his shoulders and beat his legs.
Bai Suli blushed, but her heart was very sweet, especially when she thought of the phrase "I owe you a wedding", it was even sweeter.

Although she said "it's okay" that night, she cared more than anyone else in her heart.

night.

The sound of "Bang Bang Bang" means that it has reached the third watch.

On the mountain behind the academy, there are still students carrying lanterns and walking on the winding mountain road.

This is a small mountain in the imperial city, not as famous as the famous mountain Daze, but it is also like Xiaojiabiyu, with its own flavor.

However, for some reason, this normally elegant hill appears a bit gloomy and cold at this moment.

Cuiwei trees on both sides rustled like ghost shadows, making strange humming sounds in the wind.

And that student's expression was also a bit wrong, he was muttering something, looking for something.
Finally, he stopped in a dark cave,

Then he plunged into it, looked left and right, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he dug out a wooden box from behind a hidden rock.

"real."

"It's actually true!"

The student's eyes sparkled, and his excitement was beyond words.

He opened the wooden box with trembling hands, only to find an ancient book with a black cover lying quietly in the wooden box.

"The book in my dream actually appeared here!"

The student couldn't wait to open the book.

Suddenly, ripples appeared on the surface of the book's paper, and then black smoke rose up, strand by strand, like a human arm grabbing at the student, and the black smoke escaped from the student's seven orifices.

But the students seem to be unconscious.

And a moment later, the black smoke turned into a human figure in the empty cave.

This human figure has white hair, is elegant, and is dressed in a green robe. Standing there, he has an indescribable demeanor.

It's just that this person is surrounded by black air, and he looks evil beyond words
But the student still didn't notice it, he just flipped through the book excitedly, as if every word and sentence in the book were the words of a saint.

slowly.
The black energy around the white-haired middle-aged man also slowly disappeared, subsided, and became normal.

Immediately, a soft cough pulled the student out of his obsession with reading.

Only then did the student see that there was someone in front of him.

He looked again and exclaimed: "Master!! Master, why are you here?"

The appearance of the white-haired middle-aged man is the same as that of the master, except for the white hair, there is nothing else.

The white-haired master said: "Are you an academy student?"

The student said: "Student Tang Shurui is a disciple of Mr. Gou."

The white-haired master said with emotion: "Let's tell the old man about recent events."

The student named Tang Shurui trusted the person in front of him for some reason, so he explained the matter in detail, and finally asked: "Master, didn't you think about it at Ximoya? You...why did you come to the back mountain of the academy again? "

The white-haired master said: "The old man was trapped by a traitor, but he didn't think that the traitor was pretending to be an old man and doing things recklessly outside. Eh."

After all, there was another long sigh.

Tang Shurui was stunned for a moment, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but the idea disappeared as soon as it came into being.

He believed it directly.

"Then, Master, what should we do?"

The white-haired master said: "Let's call more disciples to the deep mountain, don't let outsiders know, let me teach them, and they will naturally wake up."

Tang Shurui didn't have the slightest doubt about these flawed words, he saluted respectfully, and then hurried away with the books in the wooden box.

in the hole,

The white-haired master watched him go away, and then walked to the entrance of the cave, but he was forced back by an invisible force when he reached the exit.

Resentment flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say much, but returned to the cave and sat cross-legged.

Behind him, a strange black ink scroll that "crashed" suddenly floated by.

How majestic the ink scroll is, it spreads in the world, flows quietly in time and space, even if you look at it from the extreme, you can't see the tip of the iceberg.

It can be gone in a flash, never to be seen again.

(End of this chapter)