Lord, I'm floating

Chapter 110 Foundation Establishment, Fire Emblem Condensation

Hou Guanshi, who manages Lingtian in Danyangfang, was assassinated and disappeared, which caused a storm in the city.

Disciples of the Danyang Sect, dressed in embroidered patterns of Danding tripods, together with monks from the patrol workshop and monks from the foreign affairs workshop, formed a three-person team, knocked out the courtyards and caves that the monks rented or bought, and specially blessed the aura of Hou Guanshi with masters With the magic weapon, he carefully searched for the missing Guanshi Hou.

Chen's courtyard cannot be an exception, Chen Mou deliberately waited in the quiet room, and did not go to another world to practice.

Hearing knocks and polite calls from outside, Xu'er swept away from the steps of the kitchen like a gust of wind, opened the courtyard door, and saw a monk wearing a foreign affairs workshop robe politely showing his identity token, briefly explained a few words, and wanted to enter Yard view.

She didn't dare to stop her, and said: "Why don't you wait a moment, and I'll go ask Young Master for instructions."

"Excuse me, please!"

The middle-aged monk smiled gently and stretched out his hand to signal.

The formal disciples of the Danyang Sect behind him had been warned in advance, and they did not dare to be dissatisfied, so they stood leisurely with their hands behind their backs.

If other casual cultivators dared to be so negligent, the three of them would not have such a good temper.

Chen Mou opened the door at the right time, and said to Xu'er who was approaching: "Please come in, they are all following orders, don't make it difficult for them."

Xu'er replied "Yes", and hurried to open the gate of the courtyard, and invited the three of them to enter the courtyard to perform official duties.

Chen Mou bowed his hands and exchanged greetings with the three of them.

Don't do anything wrong, not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, he has a decent and kind face.

The three of them simply searched for a while with their weapons, and they certainly wouldn't be too detailed to search every room. After going through the cutscene, they said goodbye and left in a hurry.

After rambling for several days, I couldn't find any useful clues.

There were different opinions among the senior officials of the Danyang Sect. They didn't want to go through a lot of trouble for a Qi Refining Realm, and maybe they had other worries. Later, they randomly found a criminal and beheaded them on the torture platform to show the public. This matter will be over.

As for Hou Chulian, the ancestor of the Hou family, who was not reconciled and continued to search in private, it has nothing to do with the sect.

Time is like water, flowing calmly.

The Chen Mansion, which lives behind closed doors most of the time, ushered in a happy event in the cold winter of heavy snow.

Chen Mou returned to the quiet room from the hot and midsummer world, feeling the difference between ice and fire, opened the door and walked out, and heard Xu'er's laughter coming from the door of the main room.

"My lord, I have made a breakthrough by refining Qi and transforming Yuan!"

"Oh, congratulations to Xu'er for becoming a fellow of my generation..."

Chen Mou was in a good mood. Over there, Xu'er was already running along the steps of the eaves, holding his arm and screaming and jumping with joy.

After a long quarrel, Chen Mou rubbed the blushing Xu'er's head, pulled her into the west room, closed the door, cut off the eyes of Ying'er and Han'er from the direction of the main room, and said with a smile: "Wait until the sky clears tomorrow." Alright, I'll take you to the foreign affairs workshop and give you a casual cultivator status."

Xu'er's eyes lit up suddenly, it was her dream to be able to have an identity and get rid of low status.

"Thank you son... woo woo..."

She was so excited that she cried aloud, hugged the young master's arm and refused to let go.

"You used to have a common surname, do you remember?"

Chen Mou asked gently, and lightly patted the shoulder of the girl who was wiping tears on his arm.

"My surname is Liu, and my name is Siyaer."

"Liu Siya... Liu Xu, um, you can choose these two names yourself, or you can choose a nice new name yourself?"

"It's called catkins. There's a poem called, 'A good wind sends me to Qingyun by force'. It's catkins. It's a good omen. I like it."

Xu'er pulled a sentence towards the young master in a rare way.

When she first read it, she felt heroic and bold, and took some time to write down two easy-to-understand poems.

Asking her to choose her own name is too much brainstorming and embarrassing her.

Chen Mou gave affirmation with a smile, and said in a cliché: "You are already a monk now, in front of Ying'er and Han'er, don't be arrogant and arrogant, but be a sister like before. When your cultivation base is stable, you can take them to the Take a stroll in Shandingfang City."

"Wake up, wake up, I will definitely not show off in front of them, son, don't worry."

Xu'er laughed from ear to ear, and repeatedly promised to agree.

After practicing for such a long time, she has enlightened her mind, but she is lively and not lacking in insight.

After a brief conversation.

Chen Mou deliberately braved the snow to go to the top of the mountain, brought back a table of sumptuous food, and congratulated Xu'er on his breakthrough.

On the second day when the snow stopped and the wind stopped, Chen Mou took Xu'er to the foreign affairs workshop in Fangshi. He spent spirit stones to help Xu'er get rid of the cheap status, and got a white jade card representing the identity of a casual cultivator.

Then he took the maid who was hugging him happily, and went to Cui's mansion halfway up the mountain on the snow.

From then on, the woman named Liuxu can walk freely between the world and the earth.

Winter went to spring and came again. In the first lunar month, Chen Mou finally had the feeling that his state of mind, cultivation, and soul were all complete. Yuan Hou also said that the time was almost ripe, waiting for the stone pillar array on the top of Tianbei Mountain to condense a ray of Qiyao fire.

With the help of the fire element burning the body, while tempering the body with the formation, he broke through and advanced in one fell swoop.

It will be a matter of course to complete the foundation establishment of the state of mind, cultivation base, soul, and body, rather than a single item, and there is no need to use the foundation establishment pill stored for a long time in the cliff cave.

Apart from chanting scriptures and meditating to adjust his energy and spirit every day, he doesn't need to practice hard.

Swinging the sword stand empty-handed, playing the art of capturing objects and exhaling energy, raising the fire in the afternoon and forging iron with Xu'er, life is easy, and he rarely goes out for a walk. arrival.

On the eighth day of February, Tianbei peak.

Chen Mou glanced at the sky, the sun was approaching noon.

He stood calmly in the stone pillar formation, waiting silently, and suddenly felt something, quickly took off his clothes and belongings, put them in the cave, so as not to be damaged, and stood in only his middle clothes.

A ray of dazzling Qiyao fire appeared in the middle of the stone pillar array, and the fire patterns on the glazed ground vaguely echoed.

"bring it on!"

Chen Mou moved his feet and stretched out his right hand to catch the remaining strands of fire before the Qiyao fire fell about a foot from the ground.

Even though I have been burned three times, when the fourth time begins, I will be enveloped by the familiar feeling of unbearable pain.

With his indomitable perseverance and a lot of experience in dealing with it, he gradually introduced the Huo Yuan from the meridians of his arms to the sea of ​​Qi in his body, dripping with sweat and distorting his face, he lit himself up with a blazing flame.

The fire pattern on the glazed ground spread out in circles and flashes, and the fire array of the Eight Gates was slowly activated.

Seven-colored mist surged out from the sixteen huge stone pillars, submerging Chen Mou who was on fire in a short time.

Vaguely, various sounds of dragons singing and birdsong resounded in the mist.

By the small lake of Luofenpo, Yuan Hou was restless and kept walking.

"'Building the foundation is completed, and the fire pattern is condensed', you have to live up to it. At the critical moment, you only have one chance to break through the sky and the earth."

From the bottom of his heart, he secretly cheered up the jade master who was suffering on the top of Tianbei Mountain. There are some things that cannot be said. He must guide Chen Mou step by step, consciously or unconsciously, into the test arranged by Qingtong Laodao more than 3000 years ago.

If you can't make it through, the body will die and the Tao will disappear, but there will be no afterlife.

Cultivation of Immortals, besides being elegant and unrestrained on the surface, is actually facing thorns and thorns every step of the way, living towards death, and many times he doesn't know it.

As a grave watcher, he was also the guide of the Lord of Jade Bi's early practice, so he had a heavy burden on his shoulders.

Waited from noon until evening.

The sun was setting, and the glow was dim.

Uneasy Yuan Hou kept muttering: "Why haven't you left the customs yet? Whether it's life or death, give it a good time, don't cut the flesh with a blunt knife, isn't it just building a foundation, dawdling, what are you doing..."

He was really in a hurry, the fire formation on the top of the mountain had stopped for more than half an hour.

If that kid didn't die, he should have climbed to the bottom of the mountain, no matter how seriously injured he was, he could heal him.

A figure quietly appeared in the hexagonal pavilion on the small island.

In the green cloth Taoist robe, his long hair was unruly and loose. Chen Mou was almost unscathed by igniting the fire this time. There was a red and vivid mysterious fire pattern on his forehead, and he turned his head to Yuan Hou, who came over with great joy, and said:
"Brother, you are not authentic!"

These words fell into the ears of the monkey-faced man, quite a bit like a questioning of the teacher.

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(End of this chapter)