Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Three days have passed.

Under the guidance of Li Zangfeng, Zhou Dao gradually mastered the breathing technique.

This is the essence of Taoism of the Sunset Sect, and it is also the key to practicing the [Ten Dharma Seals].

Through this breathing method, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth can be split into another form of energy in the body, integrated into the body, and enhance the seal.

This kind of power can only be refined by the disciples of the Sunset Sect, and only the disciples of the Sunset Sect can absorb it.

"From now on, you can use the breathing method to practice every day."

"It does get stronger, but it's a little slow."

Zhou Dao felt his own changes, and while the breathing method strengthened the physical body, it also increased the power of the seal.

However, the process of converting the fission of heaven and earth into golden particles is extremely complicated and the efficiency is too low.

Li Zangfeng said that according to the standards of the Sunset Sect, Zhou Dao never sleeps, and the golden particles extracted continuously for twelve hours can be regarded as [one party].

In three days, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that Zhou Dao really transformed was only a little more than [two sides].

"Who made you too weak, just practice more." Li Zangfeng glanced and said lightly.

Zhou Dao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but held back.

In front of Jianzhu, his achievements are indeed nothing.

"Teacher, how much spiritual energy can you transform every day?" Zhou Dao asked suddenly curiously.

"Me?" Li Zangfeng looked calm, but there was a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"You're young, it's better to be down-to-earth."

"I'm just asking."

"Let's tell you this." Li Zangfeng thought for a while, then said with a smile, "Your senior brother, when you spit and inhale now, it is the [Wanfang] spiritual energy."

"Ten thousand……"

Zhou Dao was dumbfounded.

"As for me……"

"Forget it, I won't ask."

Zhou Dao shook his head, he should practice secretly by himself.

Li Zangfeng was right, among the Sunset Sect, he was the most unsatisfactory.

"Teacher, I'll take my leave first."

Zhou Dao turned to leave.

"etc."

Li Zangfeng suddenly stopped him.

"What else?" Zhou Dao asked.

"Your swordsmanship... If you can use it, it's better not to use it."

Li Zangfeng waved his hand and walked away without waiting for Zhou Dao to react.

Zhou Dao was stunned, looked at Li Zangfeng's back, and nodded immediately.

He knew that what Li Zangfeng said must be the mayfly sword art, which was the supreme swordsmanship left by Zhou Xuan.

If you use this sword technique easily, it will inevitably be recognized by others, and there will be a big storm at that time.

Zhou Dao secretly remembered that, in fact, with his current realm and strength, he would not be able to use the Mayfly Sword Art in general.

...

At noon, Xianke Building.

Upstairs by the window, Zhou Dao was sipping the fragrant tea that Chuchun had just sent from the south, sitting opposite Jing Wuchen.

"This [Dragon Leaf Fragrance] just pulls new buds in March every year. The best time to pick it is in April. This is your new tea!?"

Zhou Dao looked at the clear and bright color of the tea soup and inhaled it gently, accompanied by the unique aroma of grass and trees.

"Every May is when tea merchants come to Beijing, and the tea market is lively at that time."

Jing Wuchen smiled and said: "But those tea goods travel by water, the fastest journey is half a month, and the taste will naturally be discounted."

The tea market in Beijing will not open until half a month later.

But Jing Wuchen has already drank the latest [Dragon Leaf Fragrance].

Zhou Dao knew that his business was doing a lot, and that the Seven Sounds and Thirteen Houses in the South all had his influence, the famous spring new tea, this kind of enjoyment was not difficult for Jing Wuchen.

"Why don't you drink?" Zhou Dao looked at the tea bowl in front of Jing Wuchen and couldn't help asking.

Jing Wuchen shook his head: "I had someone send this tea for bathing."

"what?"

"Brother Zhou, don't you know that in the spring every year, bathing with [Dragon Leaf Fragrance] boiled water can remove the internal dirt and bring its own fragrance."

Speaking, Jing Wuchen raised his hand and pointed downstairs.

There are two large wooden boxes in a car there.

"There is the [Dragon Leaf Fragrance] that I just picked this year. I have prepared it for Brother Zhou. After I go back, I will cooperate with the [Cleansing Body Pill] I gave you, and the decontamination ability will be doubled." Jing Wuchen enthusiastically introduced.

"..."

Zhou Dao curled his lips when he heard the words: "Are rich people so wasteful?"

Now that the tea market has not opened, and new tea has not yet entered Beijing, if the two boxes of [Dragon Leaf Fragrance] are thrown out at this time, it will definitely attract those dignitaries to rush to buy, which can not only satisfy the appetite, but also show their identity.

Needless to say, those two boxes of [Dragon Leaf Incense] can buy at least five thousand taels of silver.

In the clean and dust-free place, it is only used for bathing! ?

"Wuwuwuchen, compared to this, what is money?" Jing Wuchen's wealth exceeded Zhou Dao's imagination.

"By the way, that kind of ordinary tea is nothing."

Jing Wuchen raised her eyes, looked at Zhou Dao, and said with a smile, "Brother Zhou, have you heard of Tea Immortal?"

"Tea Immortal!?"

Zhou Dao was stunned, but felt that the name seemed familiar, as if he had seen a similar record in an ancient book in Uncle Qin's book club.

"monster!?"

"Maybe it is. A few years ago, when I was doing business in the coastal area, I heard about it." Jing Wuchen talked eloquently.

It is said that in the coastal area of ​​Nujiang Prefecture, after a thunderstorm, people often meet an old beggar in tattered clothes and wearing a garland begging along the road.

If she is begging, she must not give anything of gold and silver. Go to the roadside and pick some tea stalks and give it to her, so that she can take one thing from the old beggar.

At this time, be sure to take the leaves on the wreath on his head, and only take three at most at a time, otherwise it will be bad luck.

Some people say that this is a tea fairy living in the mountains, and the tea leaves on the garland can be worth twenty years of life.

In ancient times, during the war, there was a deserter who walked into the deep mountains. He ran out of dry food and was about to starve to death. In the end, he met the old beggar and exchanged two pieces of flower tea. After eating it, he escaped the catastrophe. He didn't die until he was ninety years old.

Locally, there was a wealthy businessman who had an incurable disease. He offered 30,000 taels of gold, but he didn't know where he got one, but he just continued his life for 20 years.

However, the wealthy businessman had a miserable old age, his family went bankrupt, and his wife and children were separated.

It can be seen that if this kind of thing has no fate, if it is blindly forced, it will still be retributed after all.

"It really is a monster."

Zhou Dao's eyes are condensed, there are gains and losses, and the results are born from causes.

The so-called tea fairy should be a kind of monster, and it is not an ordinary monster.

"It should be an ancient demon!?"

Jing Wuchen nodded: "After the Dao King Festival, the blood of the ancient demon almost disappeared. I also went into the deep mountains after the thunderstorm to find the so-called tea fairy..."

"Have you found it?"

Zhou Dao's heart moved, and he asked, if he really found it, he would like to exchange this ancient monster from Jing Wuchen's hands.

For Zhou Dao, the rewards for sacrificing ancient demons and ordinary demons are very different.

"Of course not, but I did find a piece of tea leaves left by the tea fairy."

"Huh!?" Zhou Dao's eyes lit up: "It really does."

At this time, he came to the spirit, to know that before entering Beijing, Zhou Dao had been in the business of [Yaozhen] for many years.

Back then, in Ping'an Town and Pingjiang City, I don't know how many monster treasures flowed out of his hands and entered the market.

"Naturally, it was exchanged from a local sect Taoist who was not in the mainstream." Jing Wuchen said with a smile.

There are many sects in the world. In addition to the flourishing incense of the Sixth Dao Sect and the continuous inheritance, many sects are already weak in succession.

After all, after the Taizu opened the Taiji Academy and passed on the world to practice, the magical powers of Taoism became less mysterious.

Many sects withered one after another.

"I'm afraid that the sect is about to die. The Taoist priest who sold me the tea was so destitute that he even sold the Taoist temple, was demolished, and turned it into a bathing center."

Jing Wuchen smiled and said: "Such unworthy descendants, I am afraid that after death, they will have no face to see their ancestors."

"..."

Zhou Dao lowered his head and drank tea, as if he didn't hear it.

"I only spent three hundred taels to get this tea from the Taoist priest."

Jing Wuchen leaned closer and said, "Brother Zhou, if you are interested, I can give it to you later. Anyway, it was deceived from that unfilial descendant."

"No... no need..." Zhou Daoqian laughed twice.

"A gentleman does not take people's favor."

"Hahaha, Brother Zhou and I don't need to see outsiders. All the treasures in the world are things outside the body. Those who can use them can discard them."

Jing Wuchen said casually, with great aura, and flickered in the cynical laughter.

"Actually, this kind of quirky stuff is nothing."

The smile on Jing Wuchen's face gradually subsided. He changed his words and suddenly said: "Brother Zhou knows that there is also a spirit tea in the Taoist sect, and that thing has brought three hundred years of luck to Longhu Mountain."

"Huh? There is such a thing? I would like to hear more about it." Zhou Dao's heart moved, and he became interested.

Now he is quite concerned about Longhu Mountain.

"It's a long way to go. I also heard my father mention it inadvertently."

"That was many years ago. A year or so after the Dao King Festival, there was a scholar in Nanyang...

One day, the scholar climbed a mountain and went out to an ancient cave. There was a tea tree planted in it.

The scholar was greatly surprised. He took one tablet and put it in his mouth. Suddenly, a fragrance rushed into his throat and nose, like mellow spirits.

Later, the story spread, and a Taoist came to the door and said that the tea tree found by the scholar was a fairy root. The tea smells like wine, mellow and easy to get drunk, especially the old leaves at the crown of the tree, which can increase your lifespan by 30 years. .

The Taoist invested ten thousand gold, and hoped that the scholar would help him find the bear Ruzui

The next day, the scholar entered the mountains again, and it took more than three months before he found the ancient cave again.

He was curious, took an old leaf and put it in his mouth, and passed out on the spot, but when he woke up, there was nothing around him.

The scholar was startled, and when he returned home, he found that it had long been deserted. He asked someone to ask, only to find out that his parents had long since passed away, and it had been fifty years since he had been there.

"What?" Zhou Dao was surprised.

Fifty years have passed, relatives and friends wither, old friends are gone, all traces of his existence have been erased.

The scholar lost his soul, the world was vast, and suddenly he was the only one left.

At this moment, the original Taoist priest suddenly appeared, saying that the scholar had passed away and wanted to save him into the immortal realm.

Speaking of this, Jing Wuchen smiled coldly: "Brother Zhou, do you know what that scholar is from?"

"How would I know." Zhou Dao shook his head and said strangely.

"No, you should have heard of it." Jing Wuchen said lightly.

"The scholar's surname is Chen, and his name is Chen Zhuofeng."

"It's him!?" Zhou Dao's eyes narrowed slightly, quite surprised.

Eight hundred years ago, Chen Zhuofeng was born and suppressed that era.

He completed his great artifact, hid in Longhu Mountain, and cultivated for 50 years.

This man's life experience is so tortuous and bizarre! ?

"Longhu Mountain is really a good plan." Zhou Dao's expression darkened slightly.

In this story, the scholar seems to follow the Taoist way.

"The Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain said that this is cause and effect. It is a matter of luck, and Chen Zhuofeng has a relationship with Longhu Mountain."

"A bunch of magic sticks." Zhou Dao sneered.

A person's life is easily destroyed just because the Taoist said that he has a relationship with my door.

His relatives, his old friends, everything he had... all disappeared like dust, leaving no trace.

"Chen Zhuofeng is a ruthless man." Zhou Dao said condensedly.

A terrifying existence like that, standing in the world and suppressing an era, even if this trick was not broken at the time, it will definitely wake up later.

However, after cultivating to the realm of Chen Zhuofeng, the future is like a cloud of smoke, even if the future is only a moment away.

"Longhu Mountain is really powerful. At that time, Chen Zhuofeng was just a scholar, and he saw that his fate was extraordinary. He spared no expense to convert it, and it took a hundred years to calculate."

"The past is a big dream, and this has created Chen Zhuofeng, who has been practicing for 50 years, and is invincible when he was born."

Jing Wuchen sighed: "There is a reason why Longhu Mountain can be passed down to this day."

"It's really great."

Zhou Dao nodded, this kind of method, this kind of calculation, even if he doesn't like Longhushan, he has to admit that the leader of the world's Daomen does have something special.

"Let's talk about it today, I'm going home to take a bath."

Jing Wuchen stood up and was about to leave, and just took two steps, and suddenly stopped.

"By the way, Brother Zhou, do you know why Chen Zhuofeng suddenly went down the mountain when he was fifty?"

"Why?" Zhou Dao was startled, wondering why Jing Wuchen suddenly asked this question.

"Because he committed a killing precept."

Zhou Dao was startled, not knowing why, he looked up, but Jing Wuchen had already gone downstairs.

...

Late at night.

Zhou Dao wandered outside for a day, and finally said goodbye to Li Renshan, came out of Taiji College, and planned to rush back to Yu Yaosi.

"I haven't seen that kid Jiang Yuan lately~www.readwn.com~ Take the opportunity to ask."

Zhou Dao looked at the sky and walked on the cold street.

Under the moonlight, Zhou Dao was the only one on the street, and the shadow was drawn extremely long, extending into the shadow.

Suddenly, at the end of the street, a person walked out slowly, and the night wind was hunting, and the toga rumbled.

His eyes were calm, he looked at Zhou Dao, and waves finally appeared in his eyes like stagnant water.

"Zhou Dao, we finally meet again."

The visitor whispered softly, without being able to hear joy or anger, but there was an admiration for the reunion of old friends.

Zhou Dao frowned slightly, stopped, and saw the face of the person who came.

"Wu Xuan Xin!?"

"Today, you are going to die here." The corner of Wu Xuanxin's mouth raised slightly, revealing a long-lost smile.