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Chapter 12 Golden Light

Li Changhu woke up from the samadhi for the sixth time, gritted his teeth and sat cross-legged again to calm down.

"Too difficult."

After practicing for more than three months, he only condensed a few strands of moonlight, Xiang Ping had already tried to condense the Xuanjing wheel, and Tongya also condensed more than seventy strands of moonlight, but he, Li Changhu, was still spinning in single digits.

Compared with the ease and freehand practice of the two younger brothers, Li Changhu was extremely strenuous in guiding the aura across the twelve-storey building, and even the talisman in the Qihai point was listless and dull.

Even when refining the moonlight, let alone the daytime, he couldn't even perceive the moonlight at night when the moonlight was slightly bad. Now these few strands of moonlight are still condensed by the Fajian.

"Ugh."

Li Changhu already knew that he had no talent in cultivating immortals, and every time it was his turn to practice with the help of the Dharma Book, he felt extremely guilty, consciously blocking the way of his younger brothers.

Waking up from the trance for the seventh time, Li Changhu looked gloomy. He looked at Li Tongya and Li Xiangping beside him. He quietly got up and walked out the door.

Li Mutian was bending over to sharpen his long knife in the backyard.

He held the back of the knife with his right hand, pinched the blade with the thumb and index finger of his left hand, held the knife steadily with both hands, and repeatedly polished it on the whetstone.

Li Changhu looked firm, and said:

"Father."

"What's the matter?" Li Mutian said calmly without raising his head.

"I'm afraid I'm not the material for cultivating immortals." Li Changhu replied a little ashamedly.

"Then you won't cultivate anymore?" Li Mutian raised his head and looked at him coldly.

"If you have to fix it." Li Changhu already had a draft in his stomach, and looked at his father and explained:
"My talent is far inferior to that of Tongya and Xiangping, let alone Jing'er. I can barely cultivate with the help of Fajian. In the daytime, I might as well organize the family business for my father and go to the fields for a while, so that I won't be disturbed. suspicion."

"Never mind."

Li Mutian thought for a while, his expression relaxed a lot, he shook his head and said:
"Forget it tomorrow. You go to prepare for Xiang Ping's wedding. Don't make it too public. Just invite some relatives and do it in a low-key manner."

"Yes." Li Changhu nodded heavily, and rushed to the main courtyard.

Unexpectedly, he just entered the main courtyard, and saw his wife Ren sitting in the courtyard, sewing clothes and chatting with Tian Yun at the same time.Female relatives are not allowed to enter the ancestral hall in the backyard, so they have to wait here.

Seeing Li Changhu coming out, Tian Yun seemed to have something to say, so she smiled and found an excuse, and went back to Tian's house.

"What's the matter, Ping'er." Li Changhu asked his wife softly when he saw his wife, looking at her.

"Long Lake."

Ren Ping'er had a dignified appearance, with a little joy in her eyes, and said in a low voice:

"I have."

"What?" Li Changhu was quite shocked, the depression and irritability in his mind disappeared, his face was slightly red, and he asked excitedly:
"Really?"

"I can still lie to you, my mother-in-law has seen it, so I have it." Ren Ping'er nodded shyly and said angrily.

"Father, father! There is a screen!"

Li Changhu laughed, overjoyed, and hurriedly shouted to the backyard.

"When clang..."

Hearing a sound of iron objects colliding, Li Mutian immediately put away his knife, walked to the main courtyard in a hurry, and asked excitedly:

"What did you say boy?"

"Ping'er is here!" Li Changhu said with a smile like a child.

"well."

Li Mutian laughed heartily, patted Ren Pinger who was blushing, and said loudly to Li Changhu:
"I'm going to ask you, sir, so you can watch her."

Li Changhu nodded again and again, pulled Ren Pinger to sit down, and asked about his health carefully.

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backyard
Li Xiangping pinched a formula and slowly woke up from the trance.

He reached out to pick up the wooden slip standing in front of him, untied the cloth strips, and unfolded it with a "crash".

Under the bright moonlight, the big characters at the beginning of the scroll stand out:

"Golden Light"

The "Taiyin Tuna Yanglun Sutra" could not be read or written, but the accompanying formulas could be dictated and recorded. Li Tongya and the others copied the spells they had obtained and passed them on to each other.

The volume of "Golden Light Art" in front of me is the magic spell that Li Chijing got. Li Xiangping cultivated Xuanjinglun a few nights ago, so he borrowed this magic spell to practice.

"Golden Light Technique" is not difficult, Li Xiangping comprehended all the tricks after reading it for two nights.

He flipped his left hand, and a radiant golden light emerged from his palm.

"Golden Light Technique!"

This is the art of attacking and protecting the Dao. When you cast the spell, you can condense a golden light, which is extremely sharp.

This golden light can be attached to a sword to attack and kill the enemy, and it can also be thrown and thrown, which is particularly powerful.

Waving the spell away, Li Xiangping walked out of the courtyard. Several brothers were practicing cross-legged. He found a bluestone at the door, hugged it with both hands, and shouted in a low voice:
"rise!"

Unexpectedly, Li Xiangping picked up the bluestone easily, and even raised his head and took a few steps back due to excessive force.

"Entering the fetal breath, the life expectancy is 120 years, the magic power flows through the orifices, the body is light, the strength is strong, the ears are sharp, the eyes are clear, and the magic is cast, which is not the same as the common people."

Li Xiangping recalled the description in "Taiyin Tuna Yanglun Jing", couldn't help laughing, and carried the bluestone into the backyard.

He straightened the bluestone, retreated three zhang, and cast a spell, a golden light jumped out of his palm, chopping straight on the bluestone.

"When~"

The bright sparks flashed past, and there was a knife mark that was not deep and not shallow on the surface of the bluestone, but it retreated a full palm distance, leaving pale white friction scratches on the ground.

"Good spell!"

But Li Tongya had already woken up from the sedation, looked at Li Xiangping and said with a smile:
"Jing'er got the most useful spell. I didn't dare to tell my father when he cast a spell on the rockery in the backyard a few days ago."

"In terms of cultivation, we are really not as good as Jing'er." Li Xiangping curled his lips, straightened the bluestone, estimated the magic power in his body, and could probably cast spells four to five times.

"Jing'er entered Xuanjing in less than a month. Although he has the help of Fajian, it is too amazing." Li Tongya shook his head.

The six rounds of fetal breath are called Xuanjing, Chengming, Zhouxing, Qingyuan, Yujing, and Lingchu respectively, and the three rounds of Xuanjing, Zhouxing, and Yujing are called the three passes of fetal breath, which are particularly difficult.

With the help of Li Chijing and others, Fajian easily broke through the gate of fetal breath. Since then, Chengminglun has no shortcuts, so he has to obediently breathe out spiritual energy and gather fetal breath.

"Entraining Qi to practice beauty, September Xuanjing, exhaling breath, March Chengming, it is called the best root and bone." Sitting beside the second brother, Li Xiangping recited the description in the Sutra of Cultivating the Wheel, and said to Li Tongya:
"With the help of foreign objects, the standard of Xuanjing is nothing, but this Sanyue Chengming can be borrowed for comparison."

"Not bad." Li Tongya nodded slightly, and said in a low voice:
"Brother, he..."

"Brother is probably worse than you and me." Li Xiangping said sullenly, looking quietly at Dali Mountain under the night.

"I will adjust my breath for a few more days, and then I can try to condense the Xuanjing wheel. If I succeed, the Fajian can be used for my elder brother's cultivation." Li Tongya thought.

Li Xiangping, who was looking at Dali Mountain, squinted his eyes, stood up suddenly, looked at the back mountain and said sharply:
"The thief is so brave!"

(End of this chapter)