Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

Under the moonlight, the three-foot green front was covered with a layer of frost.

Fu Yaoye held the sword in one hand, slanted it in front of him, and stared deeply at the mirror in his hand.

He still remembers the scene when the master gave him the sword, which was exactly the same as in the previous life.

"Aspirants, sword cultivators are the most difficult." He knelt down under the stage, listening to Mu Gui's teachings, and deeply memorized every single word in his mind.

"The sword cultivators of Qingheng Mountain always seek the Tao alone; they don't ask about killing, they don't ask for ruthlessness, they don't seek, they don't regret..."

As soon as the picture changed, he was kneeling in the hall again.

Master Mu Gui's voice was thick and long, and Fu Yaoye listened with his head down, as if he remembered everything in his mind, but also seemed to hear nothing.

In a trance, Hai Jing slowly unsheathed. There was a dazzling light on the sword, and he looked at his hand with some doubts.

Fu Yaoye didn't realize it until he saw the dark blue figure opposite him.

This is the scene of fighting his senior brother in the previous life.

"Zheng-"

With the sound of a sword, Fu Yaoye suddenly opened his eyes, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Fu Yaoye took a deep breath, and slowly adjusted his breath after putting away the sea mirror.

"Oh? You can also have nightmares in meditation."

A hoarse and weird voice sounded from behind the tree, and a masked man in a black robe came out from the darkness.

Through the mask, he looked up and down the handsome young man, raised his hands and applauded softly: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and I have reached the fifth floor of the foundation building. I am worthy of being called the proud son of heaven."

Five floors of foundation building, only five floors, not enough...

Fu Yaoye didn't look at him, and secretly calmed down.

After taking the elixir that stabilized his cultivation, he walked towards his bamboo house: "He will come to me every day, so don't show up again these few days."

The masked man smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? If he finds out, wouldn't it be better to kill him immediately?"

The icy sword intent sliced ​​across the tree trunk beside the masked man, leaving a deep sword mark.

"Okay, I won't move him." The masked man compromised, and couldn't help asking him: "But didn't you always want to kill him before?"

"I also said, wait a little longer."

Fu Yaoye's voice was extremely cold, and he said impatiently, "Let's go."

The masked man snorted and took a few steps back to hide in the darkness: "The realm of Yundu will open in a few days, I can't go with you, you should prepare well."

The coldness in Fu Yaoye's eyes continued unabated: "I know."

The huge cloud boat bulged with white sails, carrying the disciples of Qingheng Mountain, and sailed leisurely towards the North Sea.

Xiao Jianyuan stood on the deck, looked down at the floating clouds under his feet, feeling dizzy for a moment.

He broke through to the Concentration state the day before yesterday, and was so surprised that other sects sent people to congratulate him.

Saying it is congratulations has its own purpose.

In the year of the weak crown, one can reach the state of concentration, and there are only a handful of people in the whole cultivation world. The last one is the 320th generation master of Qingheng Mountain, Zhenren Yaozhen.

Lu Mengsheng received these sects one by one with the air of an elder, and he was very modest. He also used this to instruct Xiao Jianyuan to stabilize his Dao heart, guard against impetuosity, and not be complacent about it in front of the major sects.

But Elder Lu supervised Xiao Jianyuan's daily practice a lot in private.

Fu Yaoye won the championship in the disciple competition, and then stayed in Changhua Peak behind closed doors. Xiao Jianyuan looked for him a few times, but he didn't say a few words. Fu Yaoye lowered his eyes, indifferently Said: "Brother, I want to practice."

Xiao Jianyuan had no choice but to leave.

He didn't see Fu Yaoye until today when he set off for Yundu Realm, and suddenly realized that he had jumped to the fifth level of Qi Refining.

"Senior Brother Sheng." The girl in pink poked her head over and looked at the clouds under the boat with him: "What are you looking at?"

Xiao Jianyuan retracted his gaze and said, "It's nothing, just take a look when you're bored."

Lu Ziyuan is younger, and it is the first time to participate in the experience of the secret realm, so she can't help being curious: "Senior brother Sheng, what is there in the secret realm? Is it dangerous?"

The rest of Chang Bifeng's female disciples also gathered around, wanting to listen to the conversation between the two.

Xiao Jianyuan smiled when he heard the words, and looked at Su Baimu who was not far away: "What's in the secret realm, why don't you ask Senior Brother Su."

The realm of Yundu is currently the largest in the secret realm, and there are not a few rare plants in it. Su Baimu has prepared early for this secret realm experience.

Xiao Jianyuan was about to look away when he suddenly met Fu Yaoye's gaze.

The boy's stature has grown completely, and he seems to be a little taller than Xiao Jianyuan.

Snow-clothed jade belt, black hair fixed with a glazed crown; his expression is indifferent, his delicate facial features seem to be carved out of ice and snow, only the red marks on his forehead add a bit of vivid color to him.

Fu Yaoye stood alone in front of Yunfan, holding Haijing in his arms, out of tune with the chattering group of them.

Xiao Jianyuan was slightly taken aback, hesitating whether to speak or to walk over, but Fu Yaoye had already turned around.

"Senior Brother Sheng, let's go find Senior Brother Su."

Xiao Jianyuan didn't look back, and Lu Ziyuan's words were on his lips: "Ah, good..."

He watched several disciples leave and ran to Su Baimu's side, for some reason, he felt a little empty in his heart.

Fu Yaoye avoided the group of people, walked to the stern and sat down cross-legged, meditating.

He closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly sensed a non-human aura. When he opened his eyes, he saw a white-haired tiger spirit beast squatting opposite him.

He stared at the beast pupil, the spirit beast seemed to have sensed something, and walked towards him.

The reflection in the eyes of the spirit beast is getting bigger and bigger.

"Abai!"

The spirit beast moved its ears and looked up.

Jin Chuliu stepped on the side of the boat and tilted his head to look at Fu Yaoye: "You have already reached the fifth floor of the foundation building."

Fu Yaoye remained silent, stood up and was about to leave.

Yanbaihu stood up after him, and blocked him in a few steps.

Fu Yaoye looked down at the spirit beast in front of him, and said, "Spirit beasts cannot appear on the cloud boat."

Jin Chuliu said indifferently: "Anyway, the elders are not here."

"Abai," Jin Chuliu waved, "I'm back."

The rock white tiger's ears moved slightly, and it quickly ran back to its owner, and then it turned into a white light and entered the storage ring.

Fu Yaoye watched coldly without saying a word.

But Jin Chuliu wanted to come forward again: "Your senior brother is also in the stage of concentrating. Are all sword masters practicing so fast?"

Fu Yao paused, turned around to stare at him, and suddenly smiled, her voice was like broken jade, with undisguised mockery: "Maybe."

Jin Chuliu watched him leave, a little puzzled: "I haven't talked a few words yet, why are you annoyed..."

Dong Changying smiled and said: "I haven't been able to take care of these few days, but I also miss these juniors."

In the past, Lu Mengsheng acted alone as the head of the sect, but today it is Dong Changying who sits at the head.

Yan Li said: "Elder Dong is not feeling well, it's better to take rest, and let us teach the younger generation."

Dong Changying took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Well, I can't do much about these things..."

Yan Li consciously slipped his words: "Elder..."

"Hey," Dong Changying didn't care, waved his hand and said, "I've been to Yundu Realm several times, and I wanted to tell them some experience."

He smiled wryly: "I didn't expect to be old and not pay attention to the day, so I missed the time. They have already set off."

He put down the teacup and asked, "How many people will go to each peak this time?"

Lu Mengsheng first replied: "There are 13 people in Changhui Peak."

Yan Li replied: "There are eight people from Changchuan Peak."

Zhong Yurong replied: "Six people from Changbi Peak."

Dong Changying frowned slightly, and looked at Li Yuanbei who had been silent all this time: "Yuanbei?"

Li Yuanbei seemed to wake up suddenly, and quickly replied: "Chang Yanfeng..."

He seemed to be unable to say: "...one person."

Dong Changying nodded and said, "En."

"The disciple who leads the team has good aptitude. He must be the eldest disciple under the head."

Lu Mengsheng nodded.

Dong Changying said again: "The head of the sect has not yet come out of seclusion. When they come back, Mengsheng, you can give him more."

Lu Mengsheng said respectfully, "Yes."

Dong Changying talked with them about other things, and then said: "It's getting late, you should go back earlier."

And when the four of them got up to leave, he called softly again: "Yuanbei, chat with me."

Li Yuanbei turned around and said, "Yes, little uncle."

Dong Changying laughed, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out. Looking at his eyebrows and eyes, one can see his youthful expression: "Forget it, there is no one else, so don't call me Shishu."

Li Yuanbei poured tea for him, and said: "We don't call out on weekdays, and we don't call out when there are no outsiders, but we dare not forget your identity."

"What identity?" Dong Changying looked at the pattern on the teacup and muttered to himself, "Is it a useless person who can't fly..."

Li Yuanbei's face changed: "Little Uncle!"

"That's it."

Dong Changying avoided this topic, and asked again: "Chang Yanfeng, Jin Chuliu, is your disciple?"

Li Yuanbei said: "Exactly."

"That's right, it's exactly the same as when you were back then." Dong Changying said with a smile, "If you find a spirit beast, you won't let it go."

Li Yuanbei chuckled twice: "Yes."

He rubbed the teacup in his hand, staring at the flying bird on the side of the cup in a daze.

He also raised a spirit beast, the unique Suzaku in the cultivation world.

The room was silent for a while, and Dong Changying seemed to fall into memory.

Li Yuanbei didn't speak, fearing to disturb him.

He was really too old, his bent body was almost the same as that of an old man in the world, with a twilight desolation.

Li Yuanbei, who is more than three hundred years old, seems to be a child in front of him.

After a long time, Dong Changying asked, "I heard that there have been several spirit beast riots in Changyan Peak?"

Li Yuanbei's expression froze, and he said, "Yes. But it's already been dealt with."

Dong Changying nodded and said, "That's good... If not, I can help a little bit."

The old man on the grand master's chair had a kind face: "After all, I also stayed on Changyan Peak before."

Li Yuanbei hurriedly said: "How dare you let the little uncle worry about it, this kind of thing, the disciple will solve it."

When he was leaving, he saw Dong Changying's figure through the crack of the door that was about to close, and he sighed:

"The wound on your body, take care of it."

Li Yuanbei paused, but then responded in a low voice.