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Cultivation has no time, and the passing time is like a white horse.

Bai Maomao also grew from a little goose to a big goose.

The small yard on the top of the mountain is still the same as before, the herbs in the yard are flourishing, and Bai Maomao is holding a pair of thin bamboo chopsticks, squatting in the medicine field to catch bugs.This time the herbs were planted by Bai Maomao himself.So he was very meticulous in his handling.

The matter started a few years ago. Ever since Su Yao took Bai Maomao and Lang Junxian down the mountain, she was very worried about the education of the two cubs, but she really made up her mind to throw them away. She can't be cruel when she goes outside to support herself.

After thinking about it, it's better to let the cub practice well as soon as possible and rely on his strength to speak, so that even if she is gone one day, the brothers and sisters will not be bullied.

So Bai Maomao and Lang Junxian began to practice hard.When the cultivation bases of the two were just a step away from establishing the foundation, Su Yao asked them to go to the library to choose their suitable exercises.

The Zangshu Pavilion has a vast collection of books, and it has opened up a single room for practicing exercises.

This exercise cannot be chosen at will. Most of the exercises in Zangshuge are inherited from the ancient powerful, and the consciousness of the ancient powerful is preserved on it. Only when it is suitable for the exercise and recognized by the powerful consciousness can it be inherited .

Su Yao sent the person to the door, "Go in."

Bai Maomao nodded, and walked in with Lang Junxian. The door behind him closed with a slight sound.

In the room, as far as the eye can see are rows and rows of bookshelves filled with all kinds of bamboo slips.

Bai Maomao blinked, with joy in his eyes, but his face was calm, he turned to greet Lang Junxian, "There seems to be something over there, I'll go there first."

As he spoke, he walked towards the other end with a little eagerness.

Bai Maomao walked forward all the way according to his own feeling, that kind and warm feeling seemed to be calling him all the time, Bai Maomao's footsteps became more urgent.

Walking to the end, there is a row of taller bookshelves, and many bamboo slips are neatly placed on the bookshelves.

The intimacy that had been calling him over suddenly disappeared.

Bai Maomao pursed her lips, her eyes were sly, her white fingers skimmed row after row over the bamboo slips on the bookshelf.

"Where are you?"

When the finger passed somewhere, it suddenly stopped, Bai Maomao tilted his head, and said to himself, "Are you going to play hide-and-seek with me?"

The room was quiet.

Bai Maomao chuckled, took a few steps back, and grabbed an inconspicuous bamboo slip suddenly with his hand like lightning, "I've got you."

Seeing that he had found the bamboo slip, he twisted it unwillingly.That warm feeling came over again.

Baimaomao put on a straight face and threatened it, "Don't move."

Sure enough, the bamboo slips did not move, and were obediently held by Bai Maomao.

Gently open the bamboo slips, and you will see four large characters on the right, Guiyuan Heart Sutra.

Bai Maomao clicked his tongue, the name didn't look very domineering.Thinking about putting the bamboo slips back.

Immediately, the bamboo slip became anxious, firmly stuck to Bai Maomao's hand, and an eager voice came out, "I'm very good!"

"Huh?" Bai Maomao looked at the bamboo slip in his hand in surprise, and shook it, "Is it you talking?"

"Of course," the bamboo slip replied with a very proud tone.

Bai Maomao curled his lips, disapproving, "A powerful person never says he is great, and your name seems useless."

Bamboo slip: "..." The words are so reasonable that I can't even refute them.

After a suspicious silence for a while, Zhu Jian argued weakly, "I can speak."

"What's so great about a bamboo slip that has become a master." Bai Maomao sneered.

The bamboo slip was choked by him, and his heart ached. He jumped and said, "I am the inheritance of the ancient power, and the best skills are beyond the reach of outsiders."

"Oh." Bai Maomao responded lightly, wondering in his heart, the ultimate skill?It sounds a bit useful.

Seeing that he was still not moved by the bamboo slips, they crackled and praised themselves again, trying hard to sell themselves.

Bai Maomao didn't fluctuate.

"Why are you looking for me?"

The bamboo slips that were talking vigorously choked, and flattered without confidence, "Because you have a rare skeleton, you will surely achieve great things in the future."

"Ha ha."

"..."

Bai Maomao turned his head and was about to leave, but the bamboo slips behind him desperately tried to save him, "I'm telling the truth, I actually want to go out, a bamboo slip is so boring to stay here, can you take me out, okay, I can exchange things with you."

Bai Maomao turned around and pouted, "I wish you had told the truth earlier, what do you want in exchange for me?"

The bamboo slips were waiting for Ai Ai for a long time, and she separated another identical bamboo slip from her body, and sent it to Bai Maomao, "No."

Bai Maomao finally opened it and saw four identical characters on the right: Guiyuan Heart Sutra.

"Are you kidding me?" Bai Maomao remained expressionless.

The voice on the bamboo slips was angry, "I don't know the goods! This is the real Wanmu Heart Sutra!"

"Oh." Bai Maomao's voice was flat, showing no excitement at all, "And then?"

Bamboo slip: "..." Mom's heart is so tired.

Bai Maomao had a rough fight with the bamboo slips, half-believing what the bamboo slips said, but in the end he still chose "Guiyuan Heart Sutra", without him, this exercise always gave him a warm and close feeling.

Previously, he always thought that this feeling was transmitted from the bamboo slips. It was not until he saw the real "Guiyuan Heart Sutra" that Bai Maomao was sure about the source of this feeling.

Satisfied, she took the bamboo slips and walked out, and saw Lang Junxian waiting for him quietly at the door.

Bai Maomao was happy, "Has Xiao Hei chosen?"

Lang Junxian nodded and showed him the bamboo slips in his hand.

Lang Junxian chose the "Running Thunder Jue", the thunder attribute mainly attacks, which is very suitable for him.

Bai Maomao pursed his lips, shook the bamboo slip in his hand, "I found it too."

The two found a suitable exercise, and they were about to start practicing later.

Bai Maomao found a cave with a good orientation, got into it and began to study "Guiyuan Heart Sutra".

"Guiyuan Heart Sutra" is a kung fu practiced by a demon cultivator who was originally an ordinary wild beast in the mountains. Out of this Guiyuan Heart Sutra,

Later, when the two clans fought, this powerful man was seriously injured in order to protect the same clan. When he was dying, he wrote the "Guiyuan Heart Sutra" and left it for those who are destined.

Obviously, Bai Maomao is the predestined person chosen by the Almighty.

Silently remembering Fajue in his heart, Bai Maomao closed his eyes and began to meditate.Originally, he was only a step away from establishing the foundation, but now that he has found a suitable technique, he is just one step away.

Close your eyes and look at the dantian. The aura in the dantian circulates rapidly, forming a vortex. The voices from the outside gradually move away.

The aura gathered at the dantian circulates and washes the meridians over and over again, all the blocked meridians are opened, the meridians are widened, the dirt in the body is washed, the interior is unobstructed, the aura becomes more and more unimpeded, and the speed of operation becomes faster.

Seventy-nine days and nights later, there was thunder in the sky, dark clouds quickly gathered in one place, and arm-thick lightning fell down with the rumbling thunder.

The cave where Bai Maomao lived was split open by thunder, and the rocks were cracked, but none of them fell on Bai Maomao. The bean-heavy rain fell sparsely at first, and then became faster and faster, and soon became a rain curtain.

Thunder and lightning fell one after another, and landed on the place where Bai Maomao was sitting with a loud bang.

The huge movement alarmed Su Yao and Lang Junxian on the top of the mountain. The two quickly followed the thunder to the place, and saw the white hair bathed in the thunder light. In the dazzling white light, a layer of red halo stood out even more.

At the beginning, Su Yao was flustered in a hurry, and when she looked intently, she saw that the thick brontosaurus was just swimming outside the thin layer of red light, and did not really hurt the white fur inside.

After three hours and a total of 36 thunderbolts fell, the clouds finally stopped and the rain stopped.

The torrential rain stopped, the gathered dark clouds dispersed, and the blocked sun showed its face again. On the mountainside, a rainbow slanted across the two mountain tops, and the clouds and mists below were surging, like a fairyland.

Bai Maomao woke up from samadhi, the dirt all over his body had been washed away by the heavy rain, his body felt more relaxed than ever, he stood up and stretched, and saw Amu and Xiao Hei waiting far away.

"Mum, Xiao Hei, why are you here?" Bai Maomao asked suspiciously, tilting her head.

Su Yao stepped forward to hug him, and then slapped him twice hard, "You are getting more and more courageous, and you will rush to build a foundation in this cave by yourself."

"Hey," Bai Maomao stuck out his tongue. He didn't expect it to be so fast. He just wanted to try it, but he didn't expect it to succeed.