Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 323: Start Small

Bian Huancheng, Xiaofeng.

Xu Yuanchang stepped to the foot of the back mountain, and through the hazy yellowish light, he saw a human figure appearing and disappearing inside.

The palm gestures are ever-changing like mountains, with great momentum. Each palm mountain falls to the ground silently without raising any dust, forming a huge visual contrast.

After a while, the Shinto restriction was lifted, and Xu Shengtian walked out of the practice ground feeling refreshed.

There were holes several feet in size sinking from behind him, with continuous "bang bang bang" sounds. The dust rising into the air soon died down. An area of ​​three or four miles in size on the back mountain had dropped more than thirty feet over the years. The fresh rocks and soil that were exposed had traces of layer upon layer, like a work of nature.

The city is different from the vast outside of the city, he must control the power of the Palm Mountain Technique accurately.

In the words of Zeng Lao, "Build a temple in a snail shell, with palm shadows piled up like mountains, and don't waste every energy you put into the exercise."

Occasionally, he would go hundreds of miles out of the city to find a deserted mountain, where he would let go and unleash his might, causing the sky to darken, the mountains to collapse and the ground to crack. The power of his magical mountain skills had increased to its current extreme, but this also put him in trouble of being "unbreakable".

Mr. Zeng’s method is to grit his teeth and practice every day, working hard every day without slacking off.

The bottleneck most people encounter is insufficient accumulation.

If your perception, time or talent is insufficient, wait until the deficiencies are made up.

The bottleneck will be broken by itself, and subsequent advancement will be a natural result.

He once wanted to go to the cruel battlefield to seek supernatural powers and a breakthrough in his state of mind, but was severely stopped by Mr. Zeng.

"Uncle, you returned from Bailin Valley so quickly. I have collected a lot of information and drawings about the desert and ice fields. Please take a look at them when you have time."

Xu Shengtian could understand why his third uncle did not waste even a day on the trip.

His parents and brother and sister-in-law are all gone, and his nephews are old and gray-haired. Apart from the blood connection, who can he talk to? It's meaningless.

Xu Yuanchang took the stack of files and drawings, flipped through them casually, and said, "Senior Wu Luo taught you the magical palm technique, and you have practiced it very well."

Xu Shengtian immediately complained bitterly, "You only know one side of the story, Senior Wu Luo has broadened my horizons, allowing me to indulge in it and learn a few basics, which has left me with the problem of high expectations but low skills. I even suspect that he deliberately set a trap for me, making me fall into 'Zhangzhi' and unable to extricate myself..."

Xu Yuanchang chuckled and turned away, leaving his nephew to complain to himself. He didn't have the leisure to sympathize with the ungrateful Danwa, and he didn't know what Senior Wu Luo saw in his nephew.
He came down to the mortal world twice to teach his skills. Was he planning to recruit disciples and train them from the lower world?
The thoughts of masters are always profound, mysterious, strange and bizarre.

"Don't go, uncle. Please give me some pointers and help your only nephew."

Xu Shengtian followed him as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw and followed him stubbornly.

Even Mr. Zeng, a senior who was proud of his talent and thought highly of himself, admired Uncle San very much and gave him a very high evaluation of "one person can be found only once in thousands of years".

Xu Yuanchang stopped and turned around to ask, "Have you used up all the jade liquid?"

"I still have half of it left. If I take it later, it won't work. Elder Zeng told me not to waste good things and to take my time. Half of the time has passed since the Dark Realm Gate was opened. If I'm slow, I'll be slow all the way. Do you think I can be slow?"

Xu Shengtian took out the storage bottle containing the jade liquid.

Xu Yuanchang took the bottle and put it into his space, saying, "Mr. Zeng is right. Sometimes 'slow is fast'. If you calm down and spend another 10 to 20 years to polish and settle, it will be more helpful for your future cultivation."

Turn around and walk towards the mountainside.

He was a layman in spiritual cultivation, and it was rare that Mr. Zeng could get along well with his nephew and was willing to give him some guidance.

"Uncle, please give me some pointers. From your perspective, perhaps a few unintentional words can help me find the direction of enlightenment. You don't know that in order to break through the bottleneck, my nephew has been practicing palm magic every day. I haven't been out to meet friends for seven or eight years. I don't drink much. Alas, my hair is almost white with worry."

Xu Shengtian insisted on playing the sympathy card.

He had heard of many miraculous deeds of his uncle. He helped City Lord Yu reconcile his heart, and Uncle Wu Zhe was able to break through and advance to the fifth floor, which was also related to the guidance of his uncle. Although he was not an array master, he wrote the "Qingping Suanjing" which was regarded as a classic by array masters.

Mr. Zeng has his own set of skills, and he praised him as "a genius born from heaven, capable of creating a whole school of thought."

How could he not pay attention to the spiritual practice of his nephew?
Xu Yuanchang stopped again and looked at his nephew who was nodding and bowing with a deliberately flattering smile.

He had indeed never guided Shengtian in his cultivation. After a moment's thought, he said, "We are on different paths. I dare not instruct you because I am afraid of leading you astray. Well, I will pick out a few words from Lao Li's teachings. You can listen to them for now. It's up to you to decide whether to believe them or not."

Xu Shengtian hurriedly said, "You go ahead, go ahead, I'm all ears!"

Senior Li, who likes to recite poetry before a fight, is unique and unrestrained, but he is the master he admires from the bottom of his heart.

Xu Yuanchang said slowly: "'The greatest can enter the Tao, the smallest can also enter the Tao, the way of heaven and earth is also the Tao', you might as well use the magic formula you learned to control the mountain, from the grand and majestic grandeur to try to start from the small, and then to the details, and you can see the whole picture from a small part, and maybe you can find a new way."

Xu Shengtian had never pondered the mysterious and infinite magical palm technique he had learned from the perspective of "extremely small".

At this moment, he heard his uncle's deafening reminder and froze in place.

It was a sudden surprise, as if a new door had been opened for him.

"Start from small things and work your way up to subtle things." He is not a stubborn person and can draw inferences from one instance and then suddenly have a flash of inspiration.

Seeing that his nephew seemed to have made some progress, Xu Yuanchang did not disturb him any further and went straight back to the yard halfway up the mountain to look through the files and drawings. Before going out, he had to do his homework and prepare thoroughly when he had time.

Zeng Wanglou, who was stroking the purple-gold tripod on the top of the mountain, muttered to himself, "'The most subtle can also enter the Tao'. That senior Li's words are very good and thought-provoking. It's a pity that I didn't meet him in person and listen to his words. It's a pity!"

He had heard many legends about the mysterious Senior Li, and had a great admiration for him.

After pondering for a while the profound meaning of Elder Li's words, Zeng Wanglou felt that he had gained a lot. Next time, he would try to refine the black umbrella using the method he understood in depth. Even if he failed, he would not suffer any loss.

If the attempt is successful, you can make a lot of money.

He blessed the formation of the entire mountain again, and then devoted all his energy to refining the Nine Illusions Purple Gold Cauldron. He injected some magic spells into the cauldron with one hand after another. Countless glowing runes emerged from all parts of the cauldron, and the sound of the vibrations echoed on the top of the mountain.

With his sixth level of cultivation, plus his nearly a hundred years of experience in studying the Big Cauldron and the Nine Illusions Palace.

Within three days, the Nine Illusion Cauldron, which had not been nurtured for thousands of years, was successfully refined.

Crush hundreds of crystal stones and put them into the cauldron for slow warming.

After resting for a while, Zeng Wanglou went out to receive a bag of fantasy stones sent by Liu Xianfeng. He then used some magic spells and spent nearly a day peeling the Nine Fantasy Palace out from the bottom of the cauldron that he had already used for sacrifice.

The main body of the Jiuhuan Palace is a jade-made gray Jiugong ruler with dull color and some cracks on the surface.

The serious energy consumption and loss is shocking.

Zeng Wanglou first threw a hundred fourth-order fantasy stones into the Nine Fantasy Palace, and then slowly cleared away the miscellaneous seals and insignificant evil spirits. It took him five days to successfully refine the Nine Fantasy Palace's central array eye and the Nine Palaces Soul-Locking Chain.

Just like taking something out of a bag, he grabbed a ball of violently struggling black mist of ghost energy from the Nine Illusions Palace.

He had read the "Qingping Suanjing" thoroughly over the years and had already seen the basic algorithm of the Nine Palaces from the book. Comparing it with what he had learned, it was not difficult to unlock the key to the Nine Illusion Palace. The central nervous system without anyone controlling it had only eighteen changes, which gave him a headache back then.

"Senior, please spare my life. Please consider that cultivation is not easy and there is reincarnation in the heavens. Please do not kill the mountain ghost who accidentally entered the human world. Great kindness will surely be rewarded."

The mountain ghost general could still recognize the insidious Shinto monk who had plotted against him in the past.

It had no choice but to give in. The opponent's strength was far beyond its own, and he could easily crush it to death. The opponent probably no longer cared about the obscure cause and effect. Zeng Wanglou looked at the imprisoned ghost fog figure in the air, thinking back to when he and Chang Laogui joined forces, using the Nine Illusions Palace's geographical advantages and the Soul Binding Lightning, and finally trapped the vigorous Mountain Ghost General.

Now the situation has changed, and he has complete control over the other party's life and death.

"You actually dared to use the method of leaving ghost marks to plot against my little brother. Do you know what crime you should be punished for?"

"Please spare my life, Senior. I was just confused for a moment..."

"Hey!"

Silver lightning shot out from the surface of the Nine Illusions Palace treasure, entwining and burning the Mountain Ghost General, causing him to scream miserably and emit thick white mist.

After using six soul-binding lightning bolts to punish you, Zeng Wanglou felt sorry for the energy he had wasted, so he stopped and asked, "You are now penniless and have nothing. I will take back this treasure and reluctantly give you a place to stay."

"Snap", a large black umbrella appeared and opened, emitting a dark and mysterious luster.

"Be my umbrella spirit, or die. Your choice."

Zeng Wanglou stared at the shivering ghost fog with an expressionless face, as if he would take action to destroy the fifth-level ghost general at any time. The authority of the superior was fully demonstrated.

"I choose to be the umbrella spirit of the 'Sky Umbrella'. Senior, please give me a deadline so that I can atone for my sins?"

The helpless cries of the ghost general were heard from the ghost fog, and it seemed that it completely understood the other party's intentions.

It has no choice, but still wants to fight for a chance to survive. Even ants try to survive, so don't blame it for risking its life to cause chaos at the critical moment. It would rather die than be without freedom.

The black umbrella was an old item of itss, but it never expected that it would become its shelter.

Zeng Wanglou sneered twice and said, "Within a hundred years, I will definitely be able to ascend to the upper realm. If you perform to my satisfaction, I will release you back to the netherworld within a hundred years. If you can surpass me in cultivation in the future, feel free to go to the upper realm to seek revenge on me."

The effects of a black umbrella with an umbrella spirit and one without an umbrella spirit are very different.

It is impossible for him to spend a lot of time cultivating the umbrella spirit bit by bit.

The war in the dark world was imminent, and he was indeed coveting the ready-made ghost general to serve as a temporary umbrella spirit. Since his plan was seen through by the ghost general, he simply used both negotiation and tough tactics.

Of course, with his cleverness, even if he wanted to release Shanzui within a hundred years, he would make clear arrangements and help Shanzui find a reliable home.

We must not allow Shan Zui to have the opportunity to harm others and retaliate again.

"I dare not, I dare not. The hundred years will pass quickly. Shan Zui will definitely do his best to fulfill his duties. Don't worry, senior."

The mountain ghost will fight for a slim chance of survival, and it does not dare to ask the Shinto monks to swear.

There are similarities between the ways of ghosts and gods. Although it is controlled by people, it can feel that the other party is not joking when letting it go back. A cultivator who has reached such a high level cannot make or break a promise easily, unless it is in an arena of intrigue and deception, and the other will do whatever it takes.

He had no choice but to let go of the ghost core, allowing the other party to plant a little Shinto mark.

After subduing the mountain ghost general, Zeng Wanglou put the ghost general into the black umbrella and continued to nurture and familiarize himself with the two treasures.

The half-month period passed in the blink of an eye.

Xu Yuanchang took Liu Xianfeng, Zhuifeng and his nephew who had come out of retreat, who had gathered at Xiaofeng, into his separately separated Fantasy Fairy Ring space. He had a mission to accomplish on this trip, so his whereabouts had to be kept as secret as possible.

He led the way and flew out of Bianhuan City, followed by Zeng Lao and Jiao Teng. They hid their tracks and quietly headed to the north, more than 20,000 miles away.

Zeng Wanglou held a small, ancient, black tripod about a foot tall in his left sleeve. He deliberately changed the shape and color of the Nine Illusions Tripod, and using the Nine Illusions Tripod's ability to "conceal the secrets of heaven", the three of them disappeared from certain prying eyes.

In a courtyard in Bianyuan City.

Meng Shanhe, whose face was still a little pale, shifted his gaze away from a magic mirror in the air, and found it was empty.

In addition to recuperating from his injuries, Meng Shanhe was also responsible for identifying all the masters within 500 miles of the city.

Just as I noticed a clue, it disappeared in an instant.

He did not dare to be careless at all. He called his men and gave them a few instructions. Soon, several teams of hundreds of monks were searching in the suspicious direction.

Xu Yuanchang, Zeng Wanglou and the other two had already gone far away.

Half a month later, the three of them went deep into the ice field, and saw turbulent glaciers and raging icy winds.

Stopping at the foot of the freezing cold iceberg, it was getting dark, so Xu Yuanchang suggested setting up camp to rest and continue their journey during the day tomorrow.

Zeng Wanglou set up hidden formations in the 50-mile ice gullies nearby. When he returned to the foot of the mountain where the camp was located, he saw the black-haired demon pig with bright little eyes happily walking around, sniffing, digging here and there.

Even the ice surface as hard as metal could not withstand the impact of the demon pig's fangs.

From time to time, there was a sharp and harsh friction sound.

Liu Xianfeng and Jiao Teng planted a special white plant in the leeward area at the foot of the mountain and whispered to each other.

Xu Shengtian gestured with his palms, looking thoughtful.

He was immersed in comprehending the divine formula of palming the mountain and could not extricate himself. Occasionally, the sound of ice cracking could be heard from a few miles away. It was the result of his attempt to "understand the subtleties of it".

Zeng Wanglou and Xu Yuanchang stood on a high place and chatted in low voices. Apart from capturing two fifth-level black spirits, they did not get much useful information from them these days. Apart from discovering a few fifth-level mines that had been mined along the way, there was not much gain.

They planned to travel around Wanli for more than a month before completing this mission.

As night fell, the sound of the wind on the ice field became stranger and stranger, and a cold fog gradually rose.

There are traces of blue light flowing on the ice surface, flickering and reflecting, giving the ice a unique shape.

Suddenly, from more than ten miles away came the excited "humph" of Zhuifeng.

"Wind Chaser is lucky. It found an unexploited underground mine that seems to be of high quality. Let's go and take a look."

Xu Yuanchang said with a smile.

Liu Xianfeng had already disappeared pulling the Jiao Teng, wanting to get a sneak peek first.

Xu Shengtian turned a deaf ear and continued to ponder in the snow.

The small tripod held in Zeng Wanglou's left hand glowed with light. He suddenly turned to look to the west and whispered, "Two sixth-level black spirits appeared a hundred miles away, heading towards us."

Xu Yuanchang quickly sent a signal to notify Liu Xianfeng, Jiao Teng and Zhuifeng to return.

Encountering an enemy in the wilderness is bound to be another fierce battle.

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(End of this chapter)