Living in the world of cultivation

Liu He's words made Su Fan amused.

The Tao of Insect Gu is nothing. The thunder and Yang evil in his body are designed to defeat all evil spirits and monsters.

But poison is hard to say. It seems that the guys in Poison Road really can't be easily provoked.

Su Fan stood on the first floor, looking at the rows of bookshelves and the densely packed ancient books and jade slips, his eyes were dazzled.

There are so many, I really don’t know where to start.

Liu He next to him seemed to notice. He walked to a bookshelf and shook the small bell hanging on it with his hand.

A black energy suddenly condensed in the air, and the ghost body of a black-robed girl slowly formed.

Liu He raised his hand towards the ghost body and said, "Hello, senior sister..."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and waved to Su Fan.

Su Fan looked at the ghost body with a confused face, wondering what the operation was.

"Call Senior Sister quickly..."

After listening to Liu He's words, Su Fan quickly bowed his hands respectfully and said hello.

Liu He came close to him and whispered: "What kind of books you want to find, you can ask senior sister..."

Su Fan didn't know where to start for a moment.

The girl with a ghost body looked at Su Fan who was confused, covered her mouth and laughed.

"Haha... New junior brother, it seems you haven't thought about it yet. When you think about it, I will help you with the details."

After the ghost girl finished speaking, her figure slowly disappeared into the air.

Su Fan turned his head and looked at Liu He with confusion.

"Some of the souls of the fallen disciples of the sect were preserved, so they voluntarily transformed into ghost cultivators and continued to serve the sect."

At this point, Liu He chuckled and said, "I won't accompany you anymore. Just take your time and see what you want to eat for lunch. I'll bring it to you."

After Liu He left, Su Fan strolled between the bookshelves.

He only has one month, so he must observe and practice in a targeted manner and make up for his shortcomings as much as possible.

There is no need to change the exercises or anything else, the Immortal Sect exercises should still be the main ones.

Su Fan is also self-aware and has the Four Spiritual Roots qualifications, so don't think about changing any other techniques and just continue to practice Hunyuan Gong.

It was best to find a suitable physical technique. He definitely wasn't going to practice the "Tianmo Holy Body Technique" anymore.

As for spells, he has no shortage of attack and auxiliary spells for the time being, and sometimes he bites off more than he can chew.

Su Fan still wanted to find two spiritual and escaping spells or secret techniques, and continue to integrate the two magical powers of "Thunder Ghost Step" and "Thunder Eye Technique".

For the next ten days, Su Fan stayed in the Zangfa Hall.

Because searching for classics is very tedious, and studying exercises and spells also takes time.

Therefore, each floor of the Tibetan Dharma Hall has opened up miniature caves, which are actually three-meter-square caves for disciples in the sect to study classics.

Of course, this kind of miniature cave is not free, it costs ten spirit stones every day.

Su Fan seemed to have returned to the student days of his previous life, sitting cross-legged in a miniature cave every day, holding a large tome and studying tirelessly.

Every few days, Liu He would send him meals in a storage bag and hand them to him.

This morning, Su Fan was concentrating on reading when Liu He came again.

He handed the storage bag to Su Fan and said with a smile: "Brother, you are really working hard. It has been more than ten days and you still haven't left the Tibetan Dharma Hall."

Su Fan raised his head and glanced at Liu He, but ignored him.

"Brother, the casual cultivators who were selected into the sect like you all stayed on the third and fourth floors. You were the only one who stayed on the first floor for more than ten days."

Su Fan put down the book, smiled and said, "Brother, I have to make up some extra lessons..."

"Make up a lesson, what kind of lesson..."

Liu He didn't understand what Su Fan meant. For him, this level was all miscellaneous books, so what was there to learn from them?

Su Fan didn't explain to him anymore, picked up the ancient book and continued reading.

"Brother, you have been staying here for more than ten days. I will take you out for a walk today."

Seeing Su Fan shaking his head, Liu He laughed.

"I really don't want to go. Today, Liu Ziqiu, the foundation-building master of Yinluo Hall, is giving a lecture at the Chuanfa Hall. If you don't want to go, I will go by myself."

Su Fan suddenly raised his head, picked up the thick tome in his hand, hit Liu He on the head, then got up and ran out.

Liu He was so dizzy after being hit that he angrily yelled at Su Fan for being despicable, and then rushed out of the miniature cave.

The two of them left the Tibetan Dharma Hall and went all the way to the Dharma Transmission Hall.

In an open space outside the Chuanfa Hall, there stands a tall white jade Taoist platform.

At this moment, the open space around the Taoist platform was almost full of people. Liu He and Su Fan found a place under the Taoist platform to sit cross-legged and wait patiently.

Next, people kept coming from all directions, and there was no room under the platform.

Many disciples simply sat on the nearby stone path or on the big tree. In the end, some were even suspended in the air.

At this time, someone suddenly appeared on the white jade platform.

I saw a monk in black robes, slumped on the Taoist platform.

His hair was disheveled and his black robe was full of wrinkles. He looked very sloppy. He was holding a wine gourd in his hand and kept pouring it into his mouth.

After finishing the drink, he threw the wine gourd down the stage, took another one out of the storage bag and continued to pour it into his mouth.

Su Fan was dumbfounded. Are all Demon Sect Foundation Establishment seniors so unrestrained?

"Buzz..."

While I was thinking wildly, a buzz came from the stage.

The distracting thoughts in Su Fan's heart were gone, and his mind suddenly became clear.

I saw the foundation-building senior on the Taoist platform put aside the black bell instrument in his hand and began to talk incessantly.

At the beginning, this senior just said whatever he remembered.

There were insights into cultivation techniques and experiences in spells, anyway, it felt messy at first.

Slowly, Su Fan's eyes grew bigger and bigger, and his mind was completely absorbed in it, and later he became obsessed.

Because the words of this foundation-building senior seemed illogical and irrelevant.

But every word was profound and touched Su Fan's heart, and many questions that had been lingering in his mind were instantly solved.

"Buzz..."

Su Fan woke up from his obsession until a buzzing sound came.

Looking at the senior on the Taoist platform again, he had disappeared.

"Ah...ah..."

Several disciples floating in the air for a while got a little carried away, fell from the air, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

But in the entire Taoist temple, no one laughed, all of them sat cross-legged with their eyes closed, digesting what they had just heard.

Especially those casual cultivators who had just been selected into the sect, it was their first time to hear the Tao.

From time to time, someone's body shook, breaking through the bottleneck that had been stuck for many years.

Su Fan also sat cross-legged there, closing his eyes and thinking.

Although he did not break through the bottleneck, both his skills and his magic skills became more transparent and harmonious.

There was an indescribable feeling, as if the whole person was about to float up.

After leaving the Dharma Transmission Hall and walking for a long time, Su Fan was still recalling the feeling just now.

Perhaps it was because it was the first time to listen to the Dharma, he really felt that he benefited a lot.

In the Dharma Transmission Hall of Yinluo Sect, there would be a foundation-building senior preaching every month. Even if it was a knife, he had to rush to listen to the Dharma.