Xianlu Spring and Autumn

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From the next day, Ji Cangmang never went to the mine again.

Jing Dudu exempted him from the mining task, but of course no one would give him the spirit stones he dug. Ji Cangmang's realm stays at the eighth level of Qi refining, unless he really takes out the spirit stones in the storage space, Otherwise, it is impossible to improve further.

It was a desperate decision.

Every day, there are monks who pass on the prohibitions they have learned to Ji Cangmang, even though Jingdudu did not force any monks to pass it on.

Many monks who came early, after experiencing the last disappointment, did not take Jing Dudu's decision seriously, but if Ji Cangmang really succeeded, he would still need him to help him lift the restriction, so he finally chose to set foot on the road again. This way of teaching.

With Jing Dudu's support, Ji Cangmang didn't have any worries or distractions anymore, and started to study wholeheartedly.

When Ji Cangmang was studying the restriction, Huangyuan Chuang was also studying the restriction. With the protection of his fellow monk Meng Qi, this person was much smoother than Ji Cangmang.

Huangyuan Chuang's talent in prohibition is also extremely high, even a lot higher than that of Meng Qi, and he is from the Three-Eyed Clan, so it is easier to get the support of the cultivators.

But just like Ji Cangmang, he still couldn't figure out a way.

On the Linggen clan's side, although there are some monks secretly thinking about it, as time goes by.I have already given up, let alone the monsters.

Time flew by again.

……

In a blink of an eye, more than 30 years have passed.

It was still on the side of the long river, and two figures were sitting opposite each other.

"Boy, I am the last one to teach you. I have taught you everything I can teach you. Starting today, you have one year to figure out a method. During this year, no one will come Excuse me, one year later. If you still can't think of a way, you can figure it out yourself."

The voice was rough, and the monk who spoke was Beimingjin. This person was still as rough and young as before, and his face was still indifferent.

And his opposite.Ji Cangmang has become an old man with white hair and beard and wrinkled face. If Ye Bai was here, he would not be able to recognize him at a glance.

It's just that Ji Cangmang's waist is still straight.A pair of tiger eyes, still deep and agile.The light of wisdom is even more prosperous, if it is not for the clothes he is wearing are too tattered, he will look like a master of immortality.

After Bei Mingjin finished speaking, he didn't talk nonsense.Turn around and leave.

"Thank you, Brother Dao, for your kindness in preaching."

Ji Cangmang stood up, and towards the figure of this person, he saluted as a half teacher.Even he himself doesn't remember how many times he has done this, but every time, he is as sincere as ever.

After the ceremony, Ji Cangmang sat down again, and the old monk closed his eyes and meditated like sitting in meditation.

All the monks in this camp had already taught Ji Cangmang their restraint methods, and the reason why he was able to learn it so quickly was that apart from his extraordinary talent, the most important thing was that the methods of many monks were similar.

From this day on, Ji Cangmang sat by the river.

Not a single person came to bother, but this year's time had already spread in the camp. As if something had been ignited in the hearts of all the cultivators, they began to sit still, and even their thoughts of working hard to dig mines faded away. Not a lot.Almost every day, there are monks watching Ji Cangmang's movements from a long distance, with anxious eyes in their gloomy eyes.

Time passed day by day, and it was extremely difficult.

Ji Cangmang didn't move at all, like a statue, his body was even covered with dust, his clothes and hair were dirty, and he was extremely miserable.If it wasn't for the breath of a living person, the custodians would think he was dead.

And one year is finally coming.

……

This day was the last day. After dawn, no one went to mine or practice, and they all gathered by the river, surrounding Ji Cangmang.

Thousands of figures formed a thick human wall, and the eyes of all the cultivators fell on Ji Cangmang's body, scorching like fire.

Seeing that Ji Cangmang seemed to be still thinking, no one made a sound.On the other side of the river, only the sound of wind blowing and water waves can be heard.

Time goes by little by little.

The sound of the monk's breathing gradually became louder, as if he was already impatient, but he still held back and restrained himself.

……

At this moment, the one who was paying attention to Ji Cangmang was the old man on the top of the mountain.

Seeing that Ji Cangmang remained silent, the old man also seemed anxious, and couldn't help but sighed: "Can't you figure it out after all? Forget it, you can go to other races, and if you still can't figure it out, Let me enlighten you again."

……

The sun is rising gradually!

At noon, Ji Cangmang finally opened his eyes.

The cultivators opened their eyes, and after a moment, they were startled neatly. In Ji Cangmang's eyes, as if there were two forbidden worlds, the pupils had turned into a strange gray, with thick smoky gray The air flow shuttles through it, as if a dragon is leaping and a tiger is leaping, as if the waves are hitting the sky, constantly changing, mysterious and mysterious.

But Ji Cangmang didn't stand up, but moved again, flicking his fingertips, and shot out finger rays into the void above his head.

Everyone knew that the critical time was coming, so they didn't dare to disturb them, and their breathing stagnated together.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The fingers are colorful, corresponding to different vitality attributes. Apart from the transformation, it is dizzying. Everyone immediately guessed that Ji Cangmang must have a way to quickly transform wood aura into other vitality.

After the finger light was shot out, it seemed like a strange silk thread, which did not flow away quietly, let alone disappear, but lay across the void.

Ji Cangmang flicked his fingertips, his movement was like a lotus flower blooming, and after a while, a circle of four or five feet in radius was gradually formed above his head, like a flower.It also looks like a strange existence like a bird's nest, with seven-color silk threads intertwined in an abnormal dream, but there is a skull-sized hollow in the middle, without any silk threads.

hum!

After Ji Cangmang made his last finger, this weird existence appeared.The light suddenly bloomed, the buzzing sound was loud, and the color was a forbidden gray. The forbidden air surged like a tide, rippling in all directions, and what's even weirder.In this restriction, there is a faint taste of the thread of spiritual consciousness, but it seems to be different, words cannot describe it!

This weird existence is even more like a whirlpool.When it turned, a pulling force was produced, as if countless palms were grasping towards the middle.But there was nothing in the hollow in the middle.

obviously.This is a weird restriction, a restriction that no one has ever seen before, and even the grade of this restriction cannot be told.

"This kid. Do you want to use the ban to break the ban? Use this ban to unlock the ban that blocks the sea of ​​consciousness?"

The minds of all the cultivators changed sharply, but they still didn't dare to speak out.

At this moment, Ji Cangmang took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and sent his head towards the hollow directly above.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of all the cultivators raised their hearts even more, success or failure obviously depends on one action!

The cultivators who arrived earlier hoped that the light would shine brighter in their eyes, because the guy back then didn't even reach this step, but just told everyone that he was powerless with a sad expression.

……

Five inches!

Three inches!

an inch!

The upper half of Ji Cangmang's head finally entered the pit.

Pong!

As if he had found a place to vent, those mana threads shrouded in gray mist, like the coldest poisonous whip, shot from all sides and penetrated fiercely into Ji Cangmang's head.

Ji Cangmang's body shook, and he let out a long scream, and a circle of blood splashed out!

The more painful thing has just begun. After those mana threads got in, as if there was a fishhook in the front and a big fish was hooked, they began to pull outwards, stretching tightly!

These silk threads are not pulled outwards in a straight line, but pulled up by rotation, as if using the force of rotation to increase the force of the outward pull.

Ji Cangmang's face twisted violently, and the screams became louder, as if he was suffering from inhuman pain.

When all the cultivators looked at his appearance and heard his voice, they all felt horrified. They were all chilled, and their backs were chilled, even this guy Beimingjin was no exception.

The screams didn't stop!

I don't know how long it took, the eyes of all the monks suddenly lit up, and they saw sharp black nail-like things being pulled out of Ji Cangmang's bloody head!

"It must be this thing that is blocking our sea of ​​consciousness!"

Finally someone uttered a voice of ecstasy.

The cultivators couldn't develop their spiritual consciousness and couldn't see what was going on inside their bodies, so they didn't know about it before, but when they saw it now, they could think about what was going on.

After the words fell, all the monks became excited, their eyes lit up, their brows twitched, and they finally saw the dawn of dawn!

"Silence!"

Jing's poisonous drinking sound came.

The monk who spoke was startled, he didn't dare to disturb Ji Cangmang any more, and quickly stopped talking.

……

After another ten breaths.

"what--"

Seeing those black nails pulling out further and further, Ji Cangmang suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream!

Pong!

Thousands of colorful silk threads snapped and disappeared into a cloud of smoke!

And those black silk threads that were pulled out by an unknown amount, like snakes, retracted into Ji Cangmang's mind again.

Ji Cangmang's body trembled violently a few times, his eyes dimmed, he fell to the ground, and passed out.

"Failed again?"

The hearts of all the cultivators sank and their complexions changed drastically.

Cultivators who are irritable, ferocious, or evil immediately cast their eyes on Ji Cangmang, with a cold light in their eyes, as if they are going to do something bloody.

The old events of the year seem to be repeating themselves!

But unexpectedly, none of the monks stepped forward, even the most ferocious monk, looking at Ji Cangmang's white hair, looking at Ji Cangmang's head full of blood, looking at his old body, the tyranny that grew in his heart His mood gradually became suppressed after all.

Can there be more blame for such a monk who has paid so much?What's more, everyone had agreed long ago that even if it didn't succeed this time, it would give Ji Cangmang the opportunity to go to the other three places to learn more ways of restraint.

Many monks looked sad and angry.Sad for himself, even more sad for Ji Cangmang, but he could only scold the heavens for being unkind in his heart, some monks even had reddened eyes.

"No!"

After a few breaths, a voice suddenly sounded.

Bei Mingjin had a cold face.He strode forward and said: "He succeeded, his method was correct, but his mana—too weak!"

……

When I opened my eyes again, it was already three days later.

During these three days, Ji Cangmang was protected in a tight manner. If any monk dared to attack Ji Cangmang at this moment, the custody would be torn to pieces.

Every moment there are monks.Infuse the wood element vitality that he has cultivated so hard to help him heal his injuries.

It's just that this time, Ji Cangmang's injury was on his head, and even the root of the tree couldn't help him recover much from the injury involved in the soul.Not to mention the ordinary wood vitality of other people, it took three days to wake up.

"Wake up, Ji Xiaozi woke up, haha ​​- this work. It is the old man's."

Before Ji Cangmang regained consciousness, he laughed loudly.has come from behind.

Moments later, there was another burst of cheers, which did not stop for a long time.

Ji Cangmang concentrated his mind and looked around.There are already faces one after another, and they will come closer and wrap themselves densely, all of them are full of excitement.

And farther away, there seemed to be the sound of breaking wind.

……

"Boy, tell us quickly, how to unlock that restriction?"

The face that came up first was that of a middle-aged man, calling the old man Ji Cangmang a kid, it was a bit ridiculous.

Although Ji Cangmang's mana is not enough to undo this restriction, every monk here has more mana than him, so as long as Ji Cangmang teaches the method to everyone, they will be able to undo it by themselves.

During these three days, all the cultivators have been waiting like crazy, and no one has any intention of mining. As long as they can take out the things in their storage space, those wood spirit stones are nothing!

"What's the rush, what's the rush!"

Chu Liancheng's loud voice came from the outside: "Boy Ji just woke up, let him recover for a few more days."

"Old Ghost Chu, you can wait. I can't wait any longer. It's not like I want him to dig mines and talk about it."

Someone shouted back.

"That's it."

The voice fell, and everyone echoed.

Among the crowd, Ji Cangmang has gradually come to his senses at this moment, but the memory of that scene at that time is a little fuzzy, his brows are frowned, and he doesn't know whether his method is useful or not, Ji Cangmang clearly feels the pain in his mind. His soul is still in a locked state.

"Get out of here!"

The ice-cold drink sounded like thunder, and it was the voice of Beimingjin.

All the cultivators were startled and looked back.

I saw Jing Dudu, Bei Mingjin, Lu Fei, and an old man surnamed Chen coming side by side. Behind the four of them, many monks who had come earlier also came over when they heard the movement.

A few people still have some prestige here, and after the complexions of the cultivators darkened, they were divided into two sides.

……

"Boy, you don't have amnesia, do you?"

Seeing the look in Ji Cangmang's eyes, the old man surnamed Chen widened his eyes and said, this old man is getting older now, like an old tree.

When the other monks heard his voice, they were all startled. If Ji Cangmang was really injured to the point of amnesia, then he would be playing a big game.

shhhhh--

All eyes fell on Ji Cangmang.

"Thank you brother Dao for your concern, I have not lost my memory."

Ji Cangmang smiled. Although his voice was old, it was as calm and gentle as ever.

Hearing Ji Cangmang's words, there was a burst of orderly shouts, everyone wiped off a cold sweat, and looked startled, there is no demeanor of a monk from the starry sky.

"That's good, do you need a little more time to heal?"

The old man surnamed Chen asked.

Ji Cangmang pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "No need, I can pass on the method to untie this restriction to you now, but I don't remember the last situation. I don't know if there is any room for improvement in this restriction."

Seeing that Ji Cangmang was willing to pass on the story, everyone was overjoyed.

"I'll tell you."

Immediately, there was an old monkey-like monk who introduced himself and said, with a look of urgency and no one is allowed to compete with me. All the monks laughed and the atmosphere was rare and cheerful.

A monk like an old monkey.Without the slightest bit of embarrassment, he spoke three words and did two, and quickly told what happened three days ago. Although the speed was fast, the details were abnormal.

Before the words finished, Ji Cangmang was already in deep thought.

After the old monkey-like monk finished speaking.On the wild grass, there was silence again, and the eyes of all the cultivators were fixed on Ji Cangmang.

After thinking about how to make a cup of tea, Ji Cangmang said: "It is indeed caused by my lack of mana, but the rotation power of this restraint method should be improved a little bit. It took a year, and it was a bit hasty."

As soon as these words came out, Qi Shua Shua stared at Bei Mingjin, it was this person...

Bei Mingjin is an indifferent man.For the first time, he showed an awkward wry smile.The people who watched were startled, not expecting that Beimingjin, who kills like nothing, also has such a side.

"I don't think there is any need to upgrade, just pass it on. Our mana is much stronger than yours. It should be enough to undo it. Your restriction, let us undo it!"

Jing Dudu said.

"Exactly, exactly!"

There was another voice of agreement.

Ji Cangmang nodded and said: "Okay. Everyone, please sit down and listen. I created this restriction. The structure is quite complicated, and it cannot be explained clearly in a few words."

Ji Cangmang has learned the prohibition from every monk present, and he is not hiding his secrets at the moment, let alone relying on his own creation of this method to force everyone's thoughts, he is frank and straightforward.

Everyone was overjoyed and sat down one after another. They naturally rekindled their affection for Ji Cangmang.

Ji Cangmang didn't delay, and spoke eloquently.

……

This lecture lasted for more than an hour.

As a monk, he listened with gusto at the beginning, but soon became confused. He didn't know what Ji Cangmang was talking about. He only felt that many of his ideas were never heard before, let alone the display of mana. .

Body and soul, time and space, swords, mountains and rivers, the depths of the four major restrictions were all integrated into this method by Ji Cangmang, but few understood how to break the soul through mana.

At this moment, everyone knows that Ji Cangmang's level of restraint has far exceeded everyone's level, and they don't know what level he has reached.

"Have you understood?"

After finishing speaking, Ji Cangmang asked lightly. Although this sound was plain, it gave people a feeling of mysterious sounds. In Ji Cangmang's eyes, who looked like an old man, there was a light of wisdom, as if in a certain field, the top The great master is generally convincing!

All the cultivators remained silent and looked at each other with embarrassment on their faces.

Ji Cangmangxue frowned, and looked at the few people with the highest level of restraint, including the old man surnamed Chen.

"Thirty to four out of ten."

The old man surnamed Chen said embarrassingly: "Unless you are like your kid, learning all the brilliant points of everyone, I am afraid it will be difficult to fully understand, and there are many original places in it, which will be even more difficult in a short time." Understand."

Ji Cangmang nodded and remained silent.

The only way now is naturally to help Ji Cangmang improve his realm as soon as possible, so that he has stronger mana to help everyone untie it, but no one will think that Ji Cangmang is hiding something.

Boo!

Birds chirping suddenly.

Soon there was a strong gust of wind, and Beimingjin transformed into the original body of Garuda Mipeng, floating in the sky above everyone's heads like a huge dark cloud.

"Bring on the axe blade, come up, it's time to work!"

It was still an indifferent voice, but it caused everyone to smile, and a series of figures shot out, and after finding their own ax blade, they jumped onto Beimingjin's back together.

call!

With a flutter of Beiming's golden wings, it hunched over the crowd and roared away.

Ji Cangmang looked at Feiyuan's Beimingjin and the cultivators on him, recalling the past, and felt for the first time that this world, this piece of people's hearts, is not so dark and filthy, even if they have fallen, they can still recover. Come, the way of heaven is for everyone, leaving a chance for a comeback.

……

From this day onwards, except for the monks guarding the camp, everyone has been digging wildly, but no one has absorbed them anymore, but all of them have been given to Ji Cangmang!

Ji Cangmang was originally a genius, and with the help of spiritual stones provided by all the cultivators in an endless stream, the speed of reconstruction was very fast, and his realm was like a breakthrough like a flying sword.There were even monks who wanted to pass on the skills they thought were extraordinary to Ji Cangmang, which caused a lot of laughter.

Ten levels of Qi refining!

Early stage of foundation building!

Middle stage of foundation building!

Ji Cangmang had to try every time he raised a small realm, but he still failed.

On this day, Ji Cangmang hit the stage of the late stage of foundation establishment, and started to try again. The place was no longer in the wild, but a wooden house specially vacated by the cultivators for him, so as not to be disturbed during the practice.

……

A group of monks, when offering spirit stones from time to time, saw his diligence and knew his habits every time he tried, so they waited at the door early this day.

Many monks looked solemn. They were already in a low level and hadn't practiced for decades.No matter how hard the cultivation base is, the period of downfall may not be far away.

Time passed by minute by minute.

It was noon again, and the door was finally opened.

Ji Cangmang came out staggeringly, the sweat and blood on his head merged into one piece again, he was embarrassed and miserable.

"how?"

The impatient monk immediately asked.

Ji Cangmang glanced across the crowd, a warm and sunny smile appeared on his blood-stained face, he slowly raised his right arm, opened his clenched fist, and faced the crowd, a mass of white light appeared on his face The flicker in the palm.

Among the white awns is a fairy stone! (to be continued~^~)