Maximum level of comprehension: guarding the treasury for twenty years

Until the evening, Zhou Yi saw that the little white cat did not change any mood, so he had to retreat out of its sight.

It wasn't until Zhou Yi couldn't see Zhou Yi that the little white cat shivered and moved in the direction of the bamboo house, until it returned to the bed of the bamboo house, shrunk into the quilt, and fell asleep after a while.

Zhou Yi tiptoed against the window and glanced inside, not wanting to disturb it.

He simply sat outside the bamboo hut and cultivated cross-legged.

The night went by in a blink of an eye.

Zhou Yi sat outside to cultivate, while the little white cat slept soundly on the bed.

As soon as the sky dawned the next day, Zhou Yi got up and wanted to see how the little white cat was doing.

But he didn't expect the white cat to be so alert, he just gently pushed open the door, and the slightest movement woke up the white cat, and it instantly rushed out of the window, and there was no trace of it all of a sudden.

And Zhou Yi also knew that the white cat wouldn't run around, but just wanted to avoid himself, so he didn't chase it directly, so as not to cause fear in his heart.

However, it is not a good choice to let the white cat sleep in the house.

Could it be that Zhou Yi himself cultivated outside every day?

After thinking about it, Zhou Yi had an idea in his heart and called the three ghosts out of his body.

The three of them built a small room next to the bamboo hut that was half smaller than the bamboo hut, and the two houses were close together.

The white cat doesn't have to be scared because of Zhou Yi, and Zhou Yi can also keep an eye on it at any time and not let it be in any danger.

When he was ready, Zhou Yi picked up his quilt from the bed again, put it in the small bamboo house and laid it out for the little white cat, and then left some spiritual fruits and spring water to come out, and then walked to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The work of the three ghosts has been completed, and they don't care about anything else, and sit cross-legged behind the bamboo house quietly, improving their cultivation.

The little white cat has been hiding in the jungle, seeing Zhou Yi leave, the bamboo house is empty, and it is just tiptoeing back.

After scanning around the bamboo house and making sure that Zhou Yi had disappeared, the little white cat walked into the small bamboo house, ate some spiritual fruits, and drank some mountain springs.

After eating and drinking, the little white cat has a pure heart, and has no ideas, it has just been born, and its dependence on the father and mother is particularly strong, lying on the bed thinking about the mother's appearance, the little white cat fell asleep unconsciously.

When Zhou Yi comprehended the exercises and returned to the bamboo house, he collected all the breath in his body from a distance, and then pinched his hands and feet as little as possible not to disturb the little white cat's dream fragrance, and then walked into his room.

Sit cross-legged on the bed, ready to digest the exercises that you have learned today.

"It seems that this little white cat is still a little afraid of me, but it's okay, I'll let it feel a little bit that I don't want to harm it, and I believe that time will give an answer."

Zhou Yi muttered softly in his mouth, pinched his fingers with both hands, and sat on the bed, ready to cultivate.

Time is like an arrow, the years are shuttling, and thirty days and nights have passed in the blink of an eye.

Although Zhou Yi has not yet won the trust of the little white cat, the two also have a tacit understanding, each living and cultivating in their own rooms, and no one disturbs anyone.

It's just that where Zhou Yi appeared again, the little white cat was far away from him, and it was obvious that it still hadn't let its guard down against this human.

So the same scene happens every morning on this mountain.

Zhou Yi will go to the mountains to pick some spiritual fruits and get some mountain springs as breakfast for the little white cat.

Whenever Zhou Yi walked back with the food in his hand, the little white cat quickly jumped out of his bamboo house and hid aside.

Until Zhou Yi put things down and left.

The little white cat tiptoed back, it was time to eat, to sleep.

During this time, Zhou Yi has done his best, but it may be that the little white cat has been injured in the Demon Suppression Cave for too long, and there is really nothing to be done for the time being.

Anyway, the little white cat is a special fear of Zhou Yi.

Gradually, Zhou Yi no longer wants to deliberately pursue its trust, just go with the flow.

Anyway, there are no outsiders in this temple, as long as there is himself and the little white cat, he will not be harmed.

With food and drink, they can grow up safely and happily, and Zhou Yi's guilt for Wu Shang and his wife has also weakened a little in his heart, which can be regarded as living up to the trust of the two of them.

In the blink of an eye, it was another thirty days and nights.

Zhou Yi's cultivation is constantly improving, and he has now reached the realm of the late stage of Shenzang, and he is only one step away from the peak of the Great Perfection.

It

is to train every part of the body, every limb, and every internal organ into a body of steel, and such a person will become the object of contention from all forces even after death.

Because they are all good materials for alchemy.

The reason why the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty declined like this after a hundred years actually has a lot to do with the decrease in top masters.

After all, a Shenzang-level master could offset dozens of cultivators in the Heavenly Realm.

What's more, the Supreme Fa Xiang above the Divine Treasure is still immortal

, so the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty has no right to speak at all now, and can only be restricted by those top sects.

And it is precisely because of the fact that the Heavenly Monarch Family has a large number of Supreme Realm cultivators, as well as the Immortal Realm Ancestors, that it can dominate this world and become the core of all dynasties and sects.

After a few days of penance, Zhou Yi successfully broke through to the realm of the Great Perfection of the Divine Treasure.

With this cultivation, Zhou Yi's heart has become a lot more down-to-earth, and his capital in this world has increased a little.

He was in a good mood, so he simply gave himself a day off, made two pots of tea, and sat at the door of the bamboo house and tasted tea leisurely.

"I am now already the Great Perfection of the Divine Treasure, and the highest of this body before was only the early stage of the Divine Collection, and it only took me more than a year to surpass him, and my roots and bones are still reaching perfection little by little, as long as I continue to perceive, I believe that my skills will increase greatly in a period of time."

Zhou Yi sipped his tea and lowered his eyes in contemplation.

It's time for him to think about what he's going to do in the future, he can't just hide in this deep mountain and old forest until he dies, right?"

Zhou Yi sighed leisurely, if he didn't understand, he didn't want to think about it, when he reached the realm of a saint.

Zhou Yi looked at the cloudless sky, his eyes full of yearning.

And in the small bamboo house next to the bamboo house, the little white cat dripped two big eyes, and looked at Zhou Yi directly.

During this period of time, Zhou Yi's cultivation and even sword dancing were observed very carefully.

At this time, the little white cat was full of shock, and at the same time, the worldview was also subverted.

It didn't expect this human being to be so powerful, especially when Zhou Yi realized the Tao every day, the aura that rushed to the sky soared into the sky, and even the sky would produce phantoms, and the aura would descend from afar for Zhou Yi to cultivate.

This is even more powerful than the most powerful demon in the Demon Suppression Cave!

, so the little white cat's fear in Zhou Yi's heart became even stronger.

Zhou Yi looked at the trembling little white cat, and he didn't know how to comfort it, or how to gain its trust!

Thinking about it, he actually blamed the Tianjun family.

This little white cat is also pitiful, and was locked up in the demon suppression cave in his mother's belly before he was born, and he has been suppressed for 100 years.

In the past 100 years, who knows what disasters it has encountered, which is why it will leave such a big shadow in its heart, so that it can not be relieved until now!

In addition, the little white cat has just been born, and its mother has left it.

And my father died 100 years ago!

Now that I have no relatives, my vigilance has become more delicate.

And for Zhou Yi, he can't relax.

Zhou Yi also knew what the little white cat thought, and had a lot of sympathy for it in his heart, and at the same time no longer hoped that the little white cat could really trust.

As long as it grows up safely and lives peacefully, Zhou Yi will not be worthy of his trust in Wu Shang and his wife.

So there is such a scene in the ancestral temple.

A person and a cat are always very far away, and at the same time very close.

The two of them didn't care about each other on the surface, but secretly they were looking at each other.

Each has a ghost.