Mind Cultivation Record

Xiao Mian, who had a rare good night's sleep, probably never thought that because of his arrival, the Wan Zongyuan, which was already in a state of impending storm, seemed even more turbulent.

In the back hall of the courtyard, the Jade Hoe Patriarch was tasting the spiritual tea he had planted, and seemed not to have noticed Ding Kaishan who had returned after settling Xiao Mian.

"Master, what do you think? That man..."

"What do I think? I still want to ask you what you think! This old man just met him for the first time, unlike you who have been with him all the way, and we have been through thick and thin together, right? Why do you ask me what I think when the time comes?" After glaring at Ding Kaishan unhappily, the Jade Hoe Patriarch put down the teacup and closed his eyes to concentrate. Just when Ding Kaishan couldn't help but speak again, the voice of the old master Yu Chu came leisurely: "This boy is calm in his words and deeds, and he doesn't seem to be a treacherous person at all, but I always feel that his words are not entirely false, but they can't be trusted. If Shang Xiucai and the other three are interested in suppressing the Bai family, I believe it, but they all have many proud disciples, so why let him take the lead?"

"Maybe it's inconvenient?"

"I'm afraid it's not just that!"

"But when I was in Wuxing Mountain, I did hear that Senior Shang favored Xiao Mian, and I heard that the Xuanfeng sword in Xiao Mian's hand was made with Nine Heavens Mysterious Gold wraps the edges, Blue Extreme Ice Flame is the skeleton. The Nine Heavens Mysterious Gold aside, Blue Extreme Ice Flame is unique! "

"Is this true? In that case, this kid is quite important!"

"Grandmaster! I once sent back a jade slip about the death of Grandmaster Uncle Li Mudao. You should have received it, right?" When Ding Kaishan mentioned the name "Li Mudao", the Jade Chu Patriarch, who had closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of light burst out from his slightly turbid eyes. The fierceness of that moment made Ding Kaishan pause. Fortunately, the Jade Hoe Patriarch closed his eyes again and nodded soon. Ding Kaishan then whispered: "It was Xiao Mian who told his disciple about Uncle Li's death, but there are many doubts..." "The Mu Dao has passed away, there is no doubt about this!" "Yes! But I have inquired privately that Xiao Mian once auctioned some things with spiritual herbs in Lingchuan Market. The appearance and quality of the spiritual herbs seem to be very good." "Oh?" Hearing this, the Jade Hoe Patriarch opened his eyes again, but this time it was calm. After a moment of silence, the Jade Hoe Patriarch said to himself: "The spiritual herbs that can be praised by your kid should be better than those you grow yourself, right? In the Five Elements Sect, only Yuan Xu is a half-baked alchemist, but I haven't heard of any outstanding spiritual farmers. Do you mean that he inherited the legacy of the Mu Dao?" "It should be correct ! However, with Uncle Li's collection, there would definitely not be only so many spiritual herbs. However, Xiao Mian has never made a large purchase of spiritual herbs since then. On the contrary, at an auction not long ago, a lot of high-quality spiritual herbs appeared in an open auction, and one of the condensed dew grass was even bought by the Bai family! "

"That kid is also alert! Humph! Sure enough, he is not an easy person to deal with..." While speaking, he closed his eyes again and waved his hand gently. Just when Ding Kaishan was about to leave the room, the old ancestor of the jade hoe said kindly: "Now my Nong family is in danger. Although this kid is a little cunning, he is a person who knows everything. Since the monks and scholars of the Five Elements Sect are guaranteeing it, you might as well trust him once..., hey!"

"..., yes!"

After bowing, Ding Kaishan left the room, but his heart was gloomy.

If the Nong family was not really forced to the point of desperation, how could the old ancestor of the jade hoe, a Yuanying cultivator, be so forced? If Li Mudao had not died unexpectedly, how could the Jade Chu Patriarch be alone and worry about the survival of the Nong family with his dying body? If it were not for the Bai family's conspiracy, which made Li Mudao trapped by love, neglected cultivation first, and then died outside, how could the Nong family be forced to walk on thin ice?

Everything, everything, is the Bai family!

Thinking of this, Ding Kaishan clenched his fists tightly. At the same time, in the Bai family compound, Bai Zhenzhen and the young man in white were chatting and laughing.

"He defeated Miyamoto Kawanosuke with one punch and dissolved the bewitching sound of the red-dressed woman invisibly. That black-dressed boy is quite interesting..." Just as the young man in white said this, Bai Zhenzhen interrupted him nonchalantly, "Humph! Big brother, you are making a fuss, right? I also know a thing or two about bewitching sound. As long as the cultivator keeps his mind focused and has a firm will, it is difficult for external things to confuse him, and the sound will break by itself. As for Miyamoto Kawanosuke, it's fine to scare others. The so-called foreign cultivator is just an unknown person from the Dongying Island off the coast of Dongwuzhou. Generation, why is it? "" 蓁, how did you participate in a sword fighting party, you have not opened the eyes, but you have the fifth place in the sword fighting party. Do n’t forget it! There is no tiger in the mountains, the monkey is called the king! "Although the son of white said this, although he was pale, he did not dare to refute the slightest. It's enough to defeat or even kill your strength! "" ..., is it him? "" Who? "" ..., Xiao Mian! The young man in white was stunned when he heard this, then he opened the folding fan in his hand and fanned it unconsciously.

"The leader of this sword fighting club? Judging from the jade slip you passed back, he does have this ability. It's a pity that I have already formed a pill, so I am embarrassed to fight with him. In this way, it is cheaper." Brothers Yi and Yuanxin..."

"What do you mean, brother?"

"Hmph! Just wait and see the good show!"

Tianmen Inn is the highest standard inn in Wanzong City. If ordinary monks don't have any status and background, they won't be able to stay there for one night, no matter how many spiritual stones they have.

In Room No. 1 of the Tianmen Inn, Miyamoto Kawanosuke and the woman in red bowed and stood in silence. In front of them, a figure sat peacefully.

"Yaksha was defeated by one punch, and Gandharva didn't even know how he was defeated. You two are really more capable than the other!" As he said this, the man on the seat crossed his legs and laughed casually. : "You still claim to be a member of the Eight Tribes of Heavenly Dragons. I am one of the most outstanding monks of the younger generation in Japan, but I am defeated by the same person. It is really shameful! If I were you, I would have committed seppuku and committed suicide!"

"..., Miyamoto is incompetent and should commit seppuku!"

Saying this, Miyamoto Kawanosuke had already pulled out the short scimitar from his waist and stabbed himself in the abdomen without hesitation. However, before the scimitar could reach the body, it was tightly grasped by a big hand and could no longer move forward. Then, a tall and strong man appeared in the room, and after snatching away Miyamoto Kawanosuke's scimitar, the man sat on another chair and played with the scimitar at leisure.

"Di Shi, don't go too far!"

"Dragon King, don't you think it's shameful to be listed as one of the Eight Heavenly Dragons with this kind of trash?" The man who saved Miyamoto Kawanosuke and the woman in red was none other than Emperor Shakten, one of the Eight Heavenly Dragons. The person who just stopped Miyamoto Kawanosuke from committing suicide was another person, the Dragon King. Faced with Di Shitian's question, the Dragon King threw the scimitar back into the scabbard with his backhand, and said expressionlessly: "Garbage has its uses, at least it won't be a pity when you are an abandoned child. Di Shitian, you will never Do you want to do everything yourself?”

"This..., ha! What a garbage has a use for garbage!" Ignoring the extremely ugly expressions on the faces of Miyamoto Kawanosuke and the woman in red, Di Shitian suddenly changed the topic and asked seriously: "That black man Man, where did he come from?”

"It's not clear yet, but the person traveling with that person is Ding Kaishan, a farmer, who is the direct descendant of the ancestor of the Jade Hoe. He is one of the goals of our trip!"

"So, there will be many opportunities to contact that boy in the future?"

"Yaksha, Gandharva, you two go down first! Inform the others that the business is coming. Stand by and be ready to attack at any time!"

"yes!"

Although Miyamoto Kawanosuke and the woman in red are both members of the Eight Tribes of the Heavenly Dragon, their status and strength cannot be compared with that of the Heavenly King Teishaku and the Dragon King. Although they are unhappy, after respectfully agreeing, the two of them are in no particular order. left the room.

"Di Shi..."

Looking at Emperor Shitian who was sitting on the seat with a slight curl of his lips, the Dragon King opened his mouth, but hesitated. Di Shitian waved his hand, and the Dragon King who was sitting on the chair shook his head. His figure became fainter and fainter until he disappeared, leaving only Di Shitian in the room.

A trace of pain flashed across his handsome face, and Emperor Shitian pursed his lips tightly.

On the top of Daizong Mountain, the night wind blew, and two figures stood side by side.

One of them is the middle-level Confucian Yuan Ying ancestor, Shang Shusheng, and he is the only one qualified to stand proudly on the top of the Daizong Mountain, smiling proudly in the wind and dust, overlooking the living beings in Wan Zong City; as for the other person, he has no cultivation at all. The mortal boy—Fu Qingjue!

"The rain is about to come and the wind is blowing all over the building..."

"Master, this...it's so scary here..."

"Qingjue, the most important thing in cultivating Taoism is your mind. Your qualifications are unique among all, and you are even more lucky to be able to enter the first path of Taoism. But if your mind is not strong, no matter how good your qualifications are, they are nothing more than flowers in the mirror and flowers in the water." Just a month." At this point, the scholar suddenly turned around and said to the thoughtful Fu Qingjue: "You should know Xiao Mian, right? Although this guy's qualifications are not as good as yours, his mental strength is the only one I've seen in my life. If you can be like him, why worry about the great road and immortality?"

"Xiao Mian? Humph!"

With a cold snort, Fu Qingjue didn't speak again, but he seemed to have a lot of disdain for Xiao Mian. The scholar saw it, but just smiled lightly and said nothing more.

Regardless of whether everyone wants it or not, the drama in Wan Zongcheng has begun...