Changyang

There was silence in the hall. Changyang lowered his head and crushed the Reflection Bead. He watched silently as the fragments floated down from his fingers and slowly landed on the face of the lifeless body cultivator.

When she raised her eyes again, the dead snake twisting on the ground had turned into shreds of paper, leaving only the inhuman form of the casual cultivator in gray clothes corroding in her belly.

These three black flower demon snakes were also drawn.

She turned to look at the giant pillar in the center. Without the obstruction of the snake body, she finally saw the appearance of the giant pillar clearly: a green bamboo brush with a black brush tip, which was clearly a lifelike brush.

Chang Yang walked around the body of the casual cultivator and walked towards the giant brush. There was an ancient formation under the tip of the brush. It was extremely complicated, but it was dull and dull, with a few places worn and missing due to age.

As soon as she stepped into the ancient formation, golden light began to flash in the center of the hall, earthquakes shook the mountains, and the giant pillar suddenly shrank, turning into an ordinary-sized brush, floating in the air.

"High-level magic weapon?"

Chang Yang recalled what the skinny man in green robe had said before. This item was probably the magical weapon of the master of the secret realm.

Without the support of the giant pillar, the secret realm of Cunzhen suddenly collapsed rapidly. She reached out to hold the green bamboo pen, stored it in the storage bag, and immediately turned back to find the exit.

After passing the long, dark and steep rocky corridor, Chang Yang finally saw an exit opening out of the palace door. She jumped forward quickly, and when she was about to step out of the secret realm, she paused and suddenly turned back to look directly above the palace door behind her.

——The plaque with the title "Changhua Mansion" still hangs high on it, the handwriting is majestic and the pen moves like a dragon or a snake.

Chang Yang raised his palm and sucked it, and actually took out the entire plaque, and put the nine-inch golden lotus in the groove into the storage bag.

Immediately, she escaped at the last moment when the secret realm collapsed.

……

On the Chongshan Road, hundreds of casual cultivators were shaking in the secret realm of existence. When the exit appeared, they ran out one after another and were in a commotion.

"This secret realm is destroyed. I'm afraid there will no longer be a true secret realm in the future."

"Could it be that who took the treasure of the Formation Eye?"

"Hey, why did my magic weapon turn into paper?"

Various discussions and whispers were buzzing, and Chang Le felt depressed. He looked around, holding his sword tightly: "Why hasn't Changyang come out yet?"

The sect deacon in the same Taoist robes next to him frowned when he saw this: "Calm down, your muscles and veins have been injured. It's time to return to the sect for recuperation. I'm here to guard you."

Chang Le flatly refused and tried to calm down the restlessness in Lingfu: "I want to wait for Junior Sister to come out."

The other junior brothers and sisters were immediately sent back to the Hehuan Sect Medical House for treatment by the deacon who rushed over. Chang Le's tendons and veins were damaged, so he took the Yuanyuan Pill and had the deacon of the sect temporarily sort out the chaotic and conflicting spiritual power, so he forced himself to stay. On Chongshan Road.

Now that he saw that all the casual cultivators who had come out were almost gone, but they still hadn't seen Junior Sister Changyang, he was unavoidably anxious.

Two quarters of an hour later, Chongshan Road became completely quiet, and they were the only ones left.

"there!"

Chang Le vaguely saw a red figure walking down the mountainside, and couldn't help but point in that direction and shout.

At that moment, the sect's deacon grabbed Chang Le and swept towards the opposite mountainside.

"Junior Sister Changyang!" Chang Le let out a sigh of relief as soon as he landed on the ground and saw that it was her. Then he asked, "Why didn't you come out with us? Is there any danger inside?"

"No, senior brother." Chang Yang shook his head.

Chang Le frowned and looked at her blood-stained clothes: "Where did this blood come from? Are you injured?"

Changyang used purification skills to remove the blood stains on his clothes, and said very gently: "It's not my blood."

"Is your right hand injured?" Chang Le had sharp eyes, and when she took action, she found a deep cut in her palm.

Chang Yang opened his palms: "It's just a skin injury."

Despite this, Chang Le still took out the medicine and applied it on her palm.

"Okay, it's time for you to return to the sect." Seeing that Chang Yang's breathing was calm, the deacon next to him stretched out his hand and said, "Zhang Yue said that the Shadow Bead is in your hand, give it to me."

Even though the Hehuan Sect is now just a small sect in decline, if the casual cultivators dare to challenge the sect's authority and want to kill the sect's disciples, as a deacon, he must get rid of these casual cultivators.

Chang Yang smiled, with a standard arc on his cheeks: "No, they're dead."

The sect's deacon paused and said, "Okay, that's all. I'll take you back to the sect."

……

At the foot of the Hehuan Sect Mountain, Chang Le and Chang Yang had just stepped out of the teleportation array, and they could see the Albizia Julibrissin trees planted all over the surrounding mountains. The undefeated Albizia Julibrissin flowers were like a layer of red mist covering the peaks.

"Junior sister, don't stay alone next time." Chang Le held it in for a long time, but couldn't help turning his head and murmuring, "Although this secret realm can only be entered by monks at the level of Foundation Establishment and below, no one knows what the opponent's back-up plan is. .”

Both of them are foundation builders. Chang Le is a born spiritual body, while Chang Yang is a mortal who needs to start from the process of entraining qi and forging bones. He is not as good as a monk who can draw qi from birth. In addition, he entered the sect first, so he became a great master. Senior brother.

However, Changyang's Taoism is firm and his cultivation speed is extremely fast. The gap between them was evened out the year before last.

Now her strength even exceeds her own.

However, his natural spirit body is not something extraordinary.

There are four realms in this world, one is the human realm, the second is the spiritual realm, the third is the demon realm, and the fourth is the demon realm.

Among them, monks in the spiritual world are most similar in appearance and mind to mortals in the human world, but the spiritual world is full of spiritual energy, while the human world is chaotic, and everything in the breath and breathing is filled with the energy of chaos.

This is how people in the two worlds are distinguished. People born in the spiritual world are all born spiritual beings, that is, monks.In the human world, unless one enters the path of spiritual practice, mortals will die within a hundred years.

Of course, a large number of natural spiritual monks in the spiritual world will only spend their whole lives in the Qi training period, and they cannot even enter the sect. They are no different from ordinary people in the human world, and they can live a hundred years longer than mortals at most.

"I know." Chang Yang agreed and said, "Senior brother, I'll go to the Ancient Books Building first."

"You..." Chang Le looked at Chang Yang's back as he quickly left. His originally handsome and solemn face finally gave way. He couldn't help scratching his forehead, "I'll take a rest at least."...

The ancient book building has three floors, and many of the secret skills of the Hehuan Sect are recorded. Changyang has stayed here the longest since she joined the sect, but at her level, she cannot understand many of the secret skills, so she can only swallow the dates with all her strength, write them down forcibly, and then Learn those you can understand.

She walked up to the second floor and continued to read the secret skill scroll she had read before leaving Zong. Occasionally she moved her hands, and there was a vague spiritual power running around.

The Hehuan Sect has only one orthodox mental cultivation method, and the various mental methods and secret techniques left by the senior sects in the building have all evolved from this mental method.

However, Master once mentioned that only when you practice to the Immortal Realm can you be considered the true heart of the Hehuan Sect - Shan Yun Luan.

Dao cultivation requires nine steps to become a god, which are divided into Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, Zangyou, Linxian, semi-xian, peeping god and true god.

Since the true god ascended from the sky 10 years ago, there is no true god in the four realms, and the immortal realm can take charge of major sects.

The Hehuan Sect gradually declined due to the delay in anyone being able to build it into a mountain, and now it is about to fall out of the list of three thousand sects in the spiritual world.

Chang Yang came back to his senses and continued to immerse himself in learning the secret skills.

The sunlight pours in and shines on the person in front of the black wooden bookshelf, reflecting on the thin and focused face.

She didn't know how many times the stars had moved outside the attic window, but she suddenly noticed it. She closed the secret skill scroll and stuffed it back into its original place. At the same time, she ducked sideways to avoid a blow and hit her back with her backhand.

"Ouch!"

When Chang Yang heard the familiar voice, he retracted his hand, stepped forward to hold the fallen bookshelf, and looked at the person coming: "Zhang Yue."

"Senior sister." Zhang Yue said with a smile, "I was discovered by you."

Changyang looked her over and said, "The foundation is established."

Zhang Yue nodded repeatedly: "After I was brought back by the sect's deacon, the medical cultivator helped me remove the impurities in my veins and said that I was about to break through. I finally succeeded today!"

That day in the secret realm, she absorbed a bunch of low-grade spiritual stones. She had no time to remove the impurities, and she was seriously injured, so she began to fall into trance as soon as she came back.

After Zhang Yue made a breakthrough, when she heard that her senior brother and senior sister were back, she hurriedly ran to the Ancient Books Building.

Changyang bent down to pick up the fallen secret skill scrolls and put them back on the bookshelf one by one. There were restrictions on these secret skill books, and she couldn't hurt them in a foundation building period.

"Senior sister." Zhang Yue squatted down to pick up the book, and at the same time took out a lotus pod as if offering a treasure, "What is this?"

Changyang picked up the last book and stood up. He swept the lotus pod in Zhang Yue's hand and could vaguely smell the fresh lotus fragrance.

She reached into her storage bag, took out something, and handed it to Zhang Yue.

"This is the golden lotus in the pond!" Zhang Yueyuan's face was filled with joy, and she took it and said, "Senior sister, have you avenged us?"

"Ah."

"That's great! I knew that Senior Sister was awesome!" Zhang Yue said while holding a nine-inch golden lotus in one hand, and at the same time, she did not forget to open the lotus pod. As a result, she squeezed it, and it was almost impossible, and in the end only one solid lotus seed was left.

"This lotus pod looks full on the outside, but why is it all hollow inside?" She murmured and handed the solid lotus seed to Chang Yang, "Senior sister, you eat it."

Chang Yang took it and said, "You have just established the foundation. It's time to go back and practice hard to stabilize your realm."

"I know! Senior brother recommended me a handbook of secret techniques, and I will borrow it for practice." Zhang Yue happily touched the nine-inch golden lotus, turned around and waved, "Senior sister, I'm leaving."

When Chang Yang saw her leaving, he was about to go back and look at the secret skills when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and stopped in his tracks.

A piece of yellowed paper folded in half fell on the ground.

She looked around and saw that the paper probably fell from some secret skill volume.

Changyang bent down and picked it up, only to realize that the paper was not the paper used in the secret technique book, but more like an ordinary piece of rice paper that had been stuffed in casually by someone.

She leaned against the bookshelf, opened the yellowed folded paper with one hand, and stuffed the lotus seeds directly into her mouth with the other hand.

This lotus seed is extremely tender and probably not yet fully mature. Apart from the astringency on the surface, there is no bitterness in the lotus core inside.

After she swallowed it, there was a faint cleansing breath flowing through her Dantian, but when she felt it carefully, there was no change.

Changyang lowered his head and looked at the paper. In addition to a fold mark, the paper also had wrinkle marks that were crumpled into a ball. There was a paragraph written inside.

[Anyone who builds mountains and clouds is confused, and his blood is used as medicine to make dream flying flowers, which can cure all poisons. However, there are disadvantages. After the poison is resolved, the likes and dislikes of the poisoned person will be changed in the heart of the person who donated his blood. 】

Chang Yang frowned, not fully understanding: Meng Feihua, changing likes and dislikes... what does it mean?
She thought about it and put the paper away, preparing to ask the master later.

Chang Yang stood there, tiredness suddenly swept over her. She shook her head, feeling swollen and dizzy, as if she had practiced excessively.

She looked out the window and saw the stars in the night sky.

it's dark.

Chang Yang simply turned around and left the ancient books building, and went back to rest in the night.

Not long after, a room halfway up the mountain was pushed open. Changyang turned around and closed the door without turning on the light. He went straight to the narrow bed, took off his shoes and slept on it.

After a while, she fell into a deep sleep.

The bright white moonlight slipped in along the half-open window, illuminating the mess in front of the table. The papers piled randomly were pressed down with a teacup, and a water stain remained.

After a long time, a vague black shadow floated out of the storage bag on Changyang's waist. It first looked at her in front of the bed, then walked around the room several times, and finally stopped at the desk by the window.

Then, the shadow made a shocked voice: "What an ugly word!"

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感谢在2023-08-01 18:18:03~2023-08-02 23:45:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: ndwch 1;
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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!