The Monk

Chapter 57: Forming a pill at the age of seventeen

Just when Zhang Ping was about to take a closer look, the golden elixir suddenly emitted light. The golden light shot out violently, piercing the spiritual energy, passing through the skull and skin, and scattering outward from the body. Zhang Ping was like a golden Buddha, sitting cross-legged surrounded by golden light. The golden light filled the heaven and earth unbridled, scattering outward.

Thunder suddenly sounded in the air. Everyone in the world says that the sound of drums is like thunder, but at this moment, the sound of thunder is like drums. The sound of thunder is steady and thick, sounding one after another, like drum beats, transmitting from the top of Zhang Ao's head to the surroundings. Thousands of miles away. The golden light from Zhang Ai's body also scattered outward amid the thunder. As the thunder got farther and farther, the golden light shot further, covering thousands of miles in an instant.

At this time, there was a sudden loud noise in the sky, and there seemed to be countless thunders ringing at the same time within a thousand miles. There was nothing else between the heaven and the earth, only this one voice was left. The sound could chase the lightning and the power could destroy the heaven and the earth. The golden light exploded with a huge thunderous sound, scattered in all directions, and disappeared instantly.

The thunder and golden light were no longer there. The golden elixir in Zhang Ai's body began to shrink slowly, shrinking to a certain extent, and then slowly expanded, slowly in line with his breathing. With each exhalation and inhalation, the golden elixir shrank and shrank. During this contraction, , the spiritual energy in the body's hundreds of veins surges like water, and the spiritual energy consumed by condensing the golden elixir just now is not only fully replenished, but also more abundant.

Zhang Aifeng had a smile on his face. If he was not mistaken, he should have entered the elixir formation stage. He stood up and looked down at the rage of strong wine, and sighed secretly: "This wine is more useful than the advanced pills. It is said that I have taken a hundred and eighty advanced pills, but it is not as effective as a sip of wine." He put away the wine and meat with a smile, but I feel that many people are coming from the east.

After thinking for a moment, he patted his clothes and stood quietly in the courtyard facing east. Within a few breaths, people came into the courtyard one after another. Led by Zhenru Zhentian, there were more than forty people who came. Zhang Wen stepped forward to greet him, but everyone who came showed disbelief. Zhentian was very puzzled and couldn't figure out what was going on. He asked in a low voice: "Have you formed a pill?" Zhang Aing replied respectfully: "It seems so." Zhentian shook his head slightly: "What's wrong with you? Have you formed a pill?" His voice was lower, full of doubt, and he seemed to be talking to himself. Zhang Ai still replied respectfully: "Disciple doesn't know either."

Zhang Awei, the head of the Zhenru Sect, looked carefully back and forth for a few times. After looking at it for a long time, he shook his head and said to himself: "This child, alas, this child is really hard to understand."

Vacuum walked up to Zhang Awei and laughed and said, "Good boy, not bad, not bad." He was sincerely happy for Zhang Awei. Maki also came over and asked with a frown: "How old are you this year?"

Zhang Ain bowed and replied: "This disciple is seventeen years old this year."

As soon as the word "seventeen" came out, the more than 40 alchemy masters around him immediately had different expressions. Some had disbelief on their faces and were surprised, while others shook their heads and sighed secretly with a bitter smile. At the age of seventeen, he became a master of alchemy and killed the dragon and the phoenix among these people. Even the proud man of heaven cannot believe it. The bitter smile on Maki's face became even stronger: "Seventeen years old, seventeen years old, do you know that when I formed the golden elixir, I was already over seventy, and the common people call it ancient..."

Vacuum chuckled and said: "No matter how big your life is, it's just a pill. You don't have to show disciples when you see us in the future. We are considered equals. Haha, Tianlei Mountain is really a good place to nurture a genius."

Master Zhenru was more concerned about another matter. He thought for a moment and asked cautiously: "Now, are you still afraid easily?" Zhang Wen knew what the master was asking and respectfully replied: "You are still afraid of the disciple's refining the divine song?" To achieve the instantaneous transformation of eighteen souls is far from the level of ninety-nine transformations into one.”

"Refining the Divine Comedy? Are you practicing the Divine Comedy?" More than half of the more than 40 alchemy masters who came with him had never seen Zhang Afraid, and most of them didn't know the techniques he practiced, so someone asked.

"yes."

After receiving Zhang Ping's answer, many people were thinking, could this technique allow people to form elixirs quickly? Be sure to take a closer look when you go back.

Knowing that Zhang was still afraid of being timid, Zhenru sighed secretly, Oh my fate, and just wanted to leave. He was stopped by Zhentian: "Senior Brother, Hong Wu has achieved great success in forming elixirs, but he has not yet entered the mountain gate."

The number one weirdo in Tianlei Mountain, he was able to practice Qi to the intermediate level at the age of thirteen. Such a talent can only be said to be excellent. He never thought that he would jump six levels in a row to reach the top level of the foundation building stage at the age of sixteen. It’s crazy. It's hard to believe, and what's even crazier is that the golden elixir was formed in less than a year, but such a crazy, weird and magical disciple never became a disciple.

Many people couldn't understand. Zhen Ru looked at them and chuckled: "He has already formed an elixir and can establish his own sect. He is a disciple of the same generation as us. Who among us can accept him? What's more, who has formed an elixir at the age of seventeen? Who of us has such a talent?" Dare to take it? Forget it, everyone has his own life, the old man is a little tired, so take the first step." After speaking, the figure disappeared.

Zhentian knew a little bit about Zhenru and Zhang Ai. Although he felt strange, he didn't say much. The other disciples were not sure and asked each other: "What's wrong with the head brother? He seems very unhappy?"

"Yes, there are many masters of pill formation in Tianlei Mountain. Why is senior brother so sad?"

Zhenmu was one of the few people who was familiar with Zhang Awei, and asked him: "You have formed a pill, are you interested in participating in the round battle?" Vacuum immediately stopped him: "Why are you going? To die?" Zhenmu chuckled: "Mr. Zhenjin You have to go through fire training." Vacuum pulled Zhang Awei away and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." He said to Zhang Awei: "There is nothing I don't understand about cultivation. Senior brother Hailai has lived dozens of years longer than you, so there is always something wrong. experience."

After a lot of fuss, everyone left. At night, Zhang was lying on the roof looking at the sky. There were more than a hundred small snakes lying on his body, their crystal scales reflected the white moonlight, and three big dogs were not honest, running around in front of and behind the house.

What's on the moon? An inexplicable thought flashed across my mind, and I immediately laughed. How could there be anyone on the moon? But, how big is the moon? There will also be a waxing and waning moon, like a living creature. There must be someone on it, right?

In the past seventeen years, Zhang Ping had never thought about this kind of problem, and no one had ever talked to him, or even talked to anyone. The thought arose, so he put away the snake and dog and flew towards Ziguang Pavilion.

Hongyuan was meditating and practicing, and seventeen-year-old Zhang Wen was like a legend, instantly known to all the practitioners in Tianlei Mountain, stimulating everyone to practice quickly. Forming elixirs at the age of seventeen is simply unimaginable.

Hongyuan was Zhang Ping's master who taught him the martial arts. He watched the miracle slowly happen, and of course he felt a little unbalanced in his heart. Originally, Zhang was in the middle stage of Qi refining stage and he was in the early stage of Foundation building stage. Now he is in the Dan formation stage and he is still in the Foundation building stage. Originally, the master asked him to be responsible for teaching the skills, but he was still dissatisfied. Now? Putting aside those achievements, how should I express my gratitude for giving myself a magic weapon for nothing?

The Chang Ge lying flat on the table was glowing with white light, reflecting on Hong Yuan's calm face. He was practicing with his eyes closed and his eyebrows lowered. Suddenly his eyebrows jumped and he opened his eyes. He grabbed the Chang Ge with his right hand and yelled: "Who? "

Zhang Ai laughed, put away his fighting spirit and said: "Brother, it's me, hehe, just teasing you." Hongyuan looked a little embarrassed and forced a smile: "I also wonder why the forbidden area of ​​Tianlei Mountain is full of murderous aura. It turns out that it is You are making trouble."

"I'm trying my best to pretend, but I didn't expect that it's quite tiring to be imposing." Zhang Ain sat down and said.

"It's time for me to call you uncle. Alas, how did you practice? How did you practice so fast?"

Zhang Awei slapped his head: "I don't know."

"Uncle Master came here at night, I don't know what happened..."

Before Hongyuan could finish speaking, he was stopped by Zhang Awei: "Stop, are you really calling me uncle?"

"Tianlei Mountain's seniority hierarchy is very strict..."

In the middle of speaking, Zhang Awei stopped him: "When you taught me the skills, should I call you master? I came here to ask you something."

"Uncle, please speak." Hongyuan stood up and spoke.

"Senior brother, please sit down. Do you think there is anyone on the moon?"

"What?" Hongyuan was afraid that he didn't understand, "There is someone on the moon?"

"Yeah, sometimes it's round and sometimes it's missing, so what's going on?"

"This disciple doesn't know this, but it is said that there are palaces on the moon and people live there, just like Tianlei Mountain."

"Legend? Where did the legend come from?"

"I don't know, it's just a legend. But immortal cultivators generally don't believe this. Besides, no matter whether there are people on the moon or not, you can find out if you have enough cultivation and go take a look."

"Can we go and see the moon?" Zhang was afraid it was a bit hard to imagine.

"It is said that if you practice to a certain level, you will ascend to heaven and become an immortal. What does it mean to stay on the moon?"