Leisurely cultivating life

"At that time, there may be the advanced method that you need, father. You don't have to go to the backyard from time to time to look at the stars in the sky, drink and sigh, and accumulate primeval stones with hard work, but there is not enough to buy the advanced method. method!"

Hearing this, He Mu's face became even darker, with a straight face.

"There will be no pies in the sky. Instead of believing in these illusory things, it is better to practice honestly."

He is an old monk. He has been in the practice world for more than 200 years and has experienced many things.

I have never heard of someone who would be so generous and teach the way of immortality without taking anything.

"Yeah, little brother, do you believe this kind of thing? Who would teach their own cultivation methods to strangers who have nothing to do with them. In my opinion, it is probably some senior who has nothing to do and is playing tricks on everyone! "

The monk who stopped in front of He You said that he didn't believe He You's news at all.

In fact, this is the most mainstream idea in the practice world.

Not one of our own, who will pass on the method.

Perhaps, there is in the dream.

Several other monks also said that the news was unreliable.

Seeing that his father, eldest brother, and second brother...don't believe in him, He You felt a little wronged.

My heart is also a little loose, I seem to...

No, what if this is true?

Somewhere, an intuition told him that if he missed it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"Is it true? After four days, I will go there myself!"

Saying that, he turned around and ran away.

He hasn't forgotten what he did just now, if he doesn't run now, when will he wait.

Seeing He You's running back, He Mu shook his head, seeing that the kid was doing it for him, so he didn't want to pursue it anymore.

In the final analysis, it is simply impossible to expect such a trace of rising sun and purple energy to close the gap with the children of those sects and aristocratic families.

It's just that I am not reconciled.

At the same time, the scene that happened in the He family also happened in Heqi City and its surrounding areas.

Some believe it, and some don't.

The opportunity of the world is nothing more than a thought.

……

Soon, four days passed!

The night has not yet faded, the moonlight is pouring, and the stars are shining.

But at this moment, another group of monks rushed towards Xuanlian Peak.

At the foot of the mountain, there are at least a thousand monks, and they are still coming from all directions.

"Isn't this Daoyou Wang? Didn't you say you won't come?"

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Ba, aren't you the same? You said you wouldn't come, but you came here secretly?"

"Haha, it's a waste of time anyway, why don't you take a look, Fellow Daoist Zhang, Fellow Daoist Qiu, you must think so too, right?!"

Qiu Shan dealt with it casually, but felt a little embarrassed in his heart.

He had always regarded this matter as a test for that senior before, so he kept hinting explicitly and secretly during his speech to keep everyone from coming.

It turned out that these people were all talking nicely on the surface.

In the dark, but my heart is like a mirror.

As the number of people came older and more, all of the previous dozen or so Jindan stage monks came.

Each of them looked at each other, and they all laughed, and tacitly revealed the matter.

After a while, the night gradually receded.

The sky turned white slightly, and there was a bit of cold air in the air. There were green grasses all over the ground, and dewdrops rolled on the tips of the grass, which were crystal clear and shone with charming brilliance, dazzling the eyes.

When the morning sun rises from the mountain peak, the leisurely floating white clouds are smudged into brilliant gold.

In the early morning when the sun is rising, white clouds like smoke and mist are floating indistinctly, lingering around the cliffs.

The long wind is mighty, the waterfall flies down thousands of feet, the momentum is mighty, and the sound is like a stormy sea.

At this time, the number has reached more than several thousand people.

Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, he went up the mountain in an orderly manner under the leadership of a dozen Jindan stage monks.

Among them, Na Heyou was included.

Looking at the seemingly endless flow of people in front of him and behind him, he couldn't help opening his mouth.

It seems that many of them are like him.

I would rather trust it to have it than to trust it to have nothing.

If you are wrong, it is just a waste of time, but if you are right, it is a great opportunity.

As casual cultivators, they really lack the way to practice.

……

In four days, the appearance of Xuanlian Peak has also changed a lot.

On the mountainside, a wide flat land was opened out of thin air.

The ground is blue in color, and every monk who sits cross-legged can feel a sense of pure heart and spirit.

What is surprising is that with thousands of people sitting cross-legged, the ground does not feel crowded at all.

It seems infinitely large, but it seems just right.

The expressions of the monks at the Golden Core stage were slightly shocked, and they each looked at each other.

They all saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

Such Nasumi Yu Jiezi's method seems to be a bit reluctant in the realm of Yuanshen Daoist.