Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 2 Give a real name [New book for collection! 】

The next day, Yan Ping, who was in a good mood, made an exception and told the little demons about Journey to the West.

"In the last chapter of our book, the Monkey King saw Patriarch Bodhi sitting upright on the stage, and there were more than 30 fairies standing on both sides of the stage, so he knelt down and kowtowed. Seeing that he didn't have a name, he said, "Just call him Wukong! "

The Patriarch asked Sun Wukong to visit the senior brothers again, and found an empty room for Wukong to live in.From then on, Wukong followed his seniors to learn common sense of life, pay attention to classics, write and burn incense, and do some work of sweeping the floor and carrying water in his spare time.Seven years passed quickly, and one day, after the patriarch had finished preaching, he asked Wukong what skills he wanted to learn..."

In order to make the little monsters feel more substituting, Yan Ping's Bodhi Patriarch successively took black cats, white foxes, tigers and leopards, big carp, flame spirits, bean demons and other monsters as disciples.

"Because they are all monsters, all the monsters are close to the Monkey King, the little monsters are naturally hilarious, and after learning some skills, they show off everywhere. Patriarch Bodhi was very angry when he saw it, and after a lesson, he drove everyone away and asked them Make an oath never to say that they are disciples of Patriarch Bodhi."

"Okay, that's all for today, you continue to write."

"Yes, Master."

"Brother Jin Mao, why is this word..."

"Wukong, call me Wukong, from today on I will be called Sun Wukong."

Yan Ping went to the deck chair and lay down, looking at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

He had to go to the sword mound to breath out the sword energy, so he could only wait, wait for Yin Jiao to come to him.

Yesterday's catastrophe transformation was successful, Yinjiao became a blockbuster, and once again became the most beautiful boy in Qingping Mountain.Various bigwigs summoned him, and a large number of demon cultivators came to congratulate him. He was so busy that he couldn't spare time to visit Yan Ping.

The moon was sparse, and the bright moonlight hit the banyan tree in the courtyard, casting a mottled tree shadow.

Yan Ping lit the lamp to read at night, and what he read was an annals of geography and customs in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

After getting acquainted with the little demons, Yan Ping intentionally or unintentionally revealed his hobby of reading.Sure enough, the little demons fell for the trick, and offered all the books that were piled up at home to Yan Ping, in order to win his favor.

It is impossible for him to stay on the mountain with demons all his life, and he is destined to return to the world.Read more books, learn more about the world, and be prepared.

knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

Yan Ping's heart moved, he put down his book and opened the door.

Seeing Yan Ping, the white-clothed young man took his head and bowed: "Yinjiao pays homage to Mr. Yinjiao. I can't repay Mr. Yinjiao for your kindness. From now on, I would like to be your leader and serve you. I beg you to accept Yinjiao as an apprentice."

How much he despised Yan Ping back then, now he respects Yan Ping so much.

mortal.

It must have been my poor eyesight that day, and I didn't see the real body of my husband.

How can a person who can correct the practice path of monsters be a mortal.

The avenue to simplicity, return to the basics.

Mr. must be an extremely high-level expert, and he is weak and can't tell it.

Yan Ping accepted the gift without hesitation.

"You can name my disciples for me. As for the leader of the horse, you don't need to serve the left and right. As a teacher, I am used to walking around the rivers and lakes alone."

"Thank you, Master."

"Master, please give the disciple a name."

The acquired real name can be obtained after the monster has successfully transformed into a catastrophe. The acquired real name is usually determined by oneself, and rarely borrowed from others.

Yinjiao asked Yan Ping to give him the real name Houtian, because he really respected him and sincerely worshiped him as his teacher.

Yaozu generally have two real names, one is innate, which is the innate real name.One is taken from the day after tomorrow, and it is the real name of the day after tomorrow.Those who take a real name for a demon can use their real name to form a kind of pressure on the person who is named. The person who is named is not higher than the three realms of the namer and will be suppressed invisible. Letting others take a real name is equivalent to actively communicating Out half life.

Although Yan Ping was surprised, he was not surprised. Considering Yin Jiao's situation that day, the kindness of Yan Ping's guidance was no less than reborn parents to him.

"Now that you are a member of Jiaolong, you can use the surname Ao. Cultivation is difficult, and it is difficult to ascend to the sky. Every decision on the way of cultivation should be cautious. You should be called Ao Jin."

"Disciple Ao Jin pays respects to Master."

Following Ao Jin's obeisance, a gleaming golden monster clan's real name was imprinted on Yan Ping's soul, and a mysterious feeling arose in his heart.

"Get up, stop kneeling."

Ao Jin bowed and said: "Master, Qingping Yaojun wants me to be his bodyguard..."

"Reject. Ao Jin, you have walked out of your own way, which is the way of swordsmanship. As a swordsman, you can only excel at the sword if you are good at the sword. The sword opens the gate of heaven and ascends to the immortal, that is the way you should go. "

"The sword mounds in the Wanyao Tomb are your nourishment. Whenever you refine the countless sword qi and sword intent, you can go down the mountain at any time."

kendo!

The sword opens the gate of heaven, and ascends to the immortal.

Does Master have such high expectations of me?
Well, I have been obsessed with swordsmanship in this life, and I must not fail the kindness of my master's guidance.

"Follow Master's instructions."

"Children can be taught. Ao Jin, as a teacher, I have only seen the sword intent and sword energy of human sword cultivators before, but I have never had the opportunity to experience and study the sword intent and sword energy of monster race sword cultivators at close range. You can take me to the sword mound as a teacher." Find out."

"Master, the Wanyao Tomb is an important place in Qingping Mountain, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. Master is my teacher, so naturally he is not an outsider, and with the realm of Master, he will not be detected by the formation."

Realm, he is just a mortal body, how can there be any realm.

"Master, please."

Ao Jin showed his true body of a ten-foot-long silver flood dragon, bowed his head, and the dragon's whiskers gathered together to form a ladder.

Yan Ping stepped on the dragon's beard ladder to climb to the Jiaoshou.

Clouds formed under the claws of the silver dragon, and the dragon swung its body and flew away.

Wan Yao Tomb is located in the Wan Yao Valley to the northeast of Qingping Mountain.Clouds and mists shrouded the valley, and spiritual light overflowed, and countless formations were superimposed.

The moment he passed through the formation barrier, the feeling of being peeped struck, and the unknown divine sense paused on Yan Ping for three breaths before fading away.

Sure enough, as he expected, mortals can enter the valley.

Sure enough, even the spirit of the valley array couldn't find Master.

Master is at least a Nascent Soul True Monarch, and a True Monarch who is very good at concealment.

In the Wanyao Tomb, large and small graves can be seen everywhere, and the scale of the grave is linked to the strength of the buried demon during his lifetime.

The stronger the strength, the bigger the grave.

Ao Jin falls on a mountain of swords with Yan Ping on his back.

"Master, this sword mound is the burial place of a demon king-level sword cultivator in Qingping Mountain."

It is said to be a sword mound, but it is actually a sword mountain.

Hundreds of millions of swords of all kinds are stuck on the mountain peak as high as three hundred feet.

The sword qi roared in the sky like a dragon, the sword intent swam away, and the wind of the sword was so fierce that it hurt people's skin when it was scraped.

Supernatural powers, exhaling sword energy.

The pores of Yan Ping's whole body opened, and a huge suction force was generated in his body, capturing the sword energy whizzing past his head.

The sword energy fell like silk and mist.

Following Yan Ping's exhalation.

A net of sword energy seems to have spread between heaven and earth and Yan Ping.

Ao Jin was dumbfounded.

There is no need to hook up the sword intent and sword energy in the sword mound, and forcefully absorb it when it comes up. What is absorbed is the sword energy of a foreign sword cultivator.

It is worthy of being the master who taught him to build a flawless foundation, four words, domineering sideways.

"Ao Jin, don't mind if I breathe some sword energy."

"Master, just suck it. The Qingping Mountain monster clan's sword cultivators are withered. The sword intent and sword energy of the ancestors have been alone for too long. It is their honor to be absorbed by the master."

"Master, I'm going to another sword mound, and I'll pick you up at dawn."

There are monsters guarding and patrolling the Wanyao Tomb during the day, so it is naturally not suitable for Yan Ping, a human race, to appear.

"it is good."

Teaching and nurturing demons during the day, reading at night with lights on, breathing out sword energy late at night and practicing in a low-key manner.

The supernatural power breathes out the sword energy, and when it absorbs the sword energy, it does not show any traces. Every time it goes in and out, the spirits only regard him as a mortal, Ao Jin's follower, and as time goes by, they stop paying attention to him.

Yan Ping lived an incomparably fulfilling childhood.

In the blink of an eye, January passed.

This day, Yan Ping finished his morning lecture and walked back to the small courtyard. From a distance, he saw Ao Jin standing at the gate of the courtyard like a green pine, with a green-skinned frog squatting beside him.

Ever since he accepted Ao Jin as a named disciple, Yan Ping changed his strategy, instead of casting a net to catch fish, he sat on the Diaoyutai, following the example of Jiang Taigong, and said that a wisher would take the bait.

Now, the fish is hooked.

(End of this chapter)