The Ten Directions of Heaven and Earth

After burning the incense, Yichen came to a stream, only to see the clear light shrouding the waves and the shadow of the moon. The water of Tianshui stream never froze, but it was already bone-chillingly colder than the thousand-year-old ice.

Yichen came closer and immediately felt the cold air invading his body. He couldn't help but shiver all over his body. The master said that you need to be at least at the stage of "refining qi to become a god" before you can enter Tianshui River to practice. Otherwise, your life will be in danger if the cold air enters your body. However, his current Taoist practice is in the early stage of "refining and transforming Qi", and it may be dangerous to jump into the water rashly.

But he still walked towards the water at this moment. Ordinary practice could not make his path deeper, so he found another way and took a risk.

Thinking of this, Yichen didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately activated his true energy body protection, and walked step by step towards the water. As soon as he entered the water, Yichen immediately felt a coldness in his legs, as if he was frozen. The next moment, The cold air in the water rose from bottom to top, making him feel as if he had fallen into a thousand-year-old ice cave.

In just a short moment, the cold air enveloped him, and a layer of frost gradually formed on his legs, waist, chest, neck, arms and hair.

However, there was still true energy protecting his body, and the cold air could not invade his body for the time being. However, even so, it still caused him extreme pain, more torturous than falling into a pit of fire. Every moment seemed like a year had passed.

"Xiao Yichen... hold on, hold on!"

He gritted his teeth tightly, telling himself over and over again in his heart that if he couldn't bear the pain, why not just go home and farm, as the strange senior said, why not become an immortal!

After burning the incense, Yichen's whole body was covered with frost, and it was all white, like a person who had been frozen to death. It looked very scary on such a cold night. However, he seemed to be able to barely resist the cold air, and he couldn't help but feel strange in his heart. The master said that he needed to refine his qi and become a god to resist the cold air in the water, but why could he be able to resist it now? Could it be...

At this moment, a strange thought flashed through his mind, but he did not dare to be distracted. Just like this, another hour of burning incense passed before he returned to the shore. He suddenly felt warm and comfortable all over his body.

"With my current skill, I can resist for half an hour at the edge of Tianshui River. If I want to resist for one hour, does that mean I need twice as much skill?"

Yichen looked at the sparkling waves in the stream and muttered to himself. At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something, but he didn't quite understand it.

The night passed like this. When he went to Tianchi Valley the next day, as he had guessed, he inevitably encountered some cynicism, but he was too lazy to pay attention to these people. These people were just jealous that he was the only disciple of his master. .

But there is only one month left before the trial, and what I said yesterday was thrown away. What should I do next? Although his skills seem to be a little deeper than those of ordinary people in the same Taoist practice, Ren Jianzhi has reached the early stage of refining qi and becoming a god, which is a full twenty or thirty years behind him in Taoism. Not to mention that he doesn't know any Taoism, how can he compete with it? He hit?

Thinking like this, Yichen couldn't help but feel worried again, so he went to Burial Immortal Cliff in the afternoon. During this time, he would come here to talk to the old man sweeping the floor for a while every time he had free time. He became familiar with him after going back and forth, but he still didn't like him. Naturally, he wouldn't ask if his identity was revealed.

"You're here again."

Now that the old man was able to take the initiative to talk to him, Yichen walked over, looked at the fallen leaves on the ground, and sighed for some reason.

"You are so young, why do you sigh so much?"

While sweeping the floor, the old man spoke slowly, and Yichen said, "Uncle, you don't know something. In one month, I will have to compete with others, but that person is twenty or thirty years better than me, and he can still do it." With so many profound teachings, I can’t beat him.”

"You know you're going to lose, so why bother trying to agree to it for a while? If you just endure it, it'll be over."

Yichen said, "But there were so many people watching at that time. If I didn't agree, wouldn't I be looked down upon by others? That would be so embarrassing!"

"Wouldn't it be even more embarrassing if you lose then?"

"I……"

Yichen was speechless for a moment, and finally let out a long sigh.

"then."

The old man flicked his sleeves and threw the broom over. Yichen stretched out his hand to catch it. Looking at the fallen leaves on the ground, he puzzled, "In one month, when spring begins, these leaves will naturally be gone. It's hard to sweep them now." If you can’t finish sweeping, why does uncle still have to clean these fallen leaves every day?”

"Falling leaves must eventually return to their roots..."

"kindness?"

Yichen didn't quite understand the meaning of his words, so the old man didn't say much. He started to move his hands slowly, and he saw that the valley and even the fallen leaves on the ground on the other side of the peak were slowly rotating around him. got up.

"this……"

Yichen couldn't help but be startled, he was so angry! Originally, he had always thought that this old man might not be as good as the elders in the sect, but he didn't expect that he was actually an expert!

I saw the fallen leaves all over the ground spinning faster and faster, gradually gathering around the old man. There was a faint sound of dragon roaring, and Yichen was shocked again: "Nine moves of dragon chanting!"

"How? They told you that the Nine Dragon Song Styles are useless Taoist techniques?"

"Yeah!"

Yichen kept nodding his head. Not only others said this, but he also thought so. The Nine Dragon Yin Styles were just a show, so even if he couldn't practice those high-level Taoist techniques, he would not practice the useless Long Yin Nine Styles. style to avoid being laughed at in the future.

"Then just keep an eye on it."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he flicked his palms, and a powerful energy suddenly enveloped the sky and the earth. The fallen leaves in the sky immediately gathered into a hundred-foot-long dragon, and the sound of the dragon's roar shook the clouds in the sky!

So strong!

Yichen had stopped breathing, his eyes were wide open, and his heart seemed to be filled with huge waves. The "Cang Long Yin" demonstrated by Elder Song last time was incomparable to the Dragon Yin Palm that the old man was using now!

I saw the old man sending out his palms, and the dragon with hundreds of feet of dead leaves burst out of the air immediately. It seemed to be competing with the gods for superiority. It was also like a huge wave of waves that was unstoppable. Even an entire mountain peak would be covered by this hundred-foot-long mountain in an instant. Turn into nothingness under the dead leaves!

Thousands of miles of clouds dissipated in an instant!

Just when the dragon with hundreds of feet of dead leaves was about to rush out, the old man pressed his palm, and the "dragon" turned into fallen leaves all over the sky. After the force of the palm dispersed, the dead leaves circled and fell again.

Yichen was stunned for a long time, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, but he saw that none of the fallen leaves on the ground was broken. These dead leaves were extremely fragile and would break when touched, but under the power of the old man just now, , not even a piece was broken, so the old man’s control over the mysterious force was already at its peak!

"Senior...senior..."

It was only then that Yichen suddenly realized that this, this old man sweeping the floor was not an old man sweeping the floor. The conduct of this senior was probably even higher than that of the Seventh Master!

"Alas." The old man waved his hand, took the broom back from his hand, and said, "Young man, why did you suddenly change your name again?"

"Yes, it's...uncle."

Calling him "uncle" this time, Yichen felt a little panicked. The old man said, "What? Did you see clearly just now?"

"Yeah!"

Yichen kept nodding his head, it turned out that the old man wanted to pass this palm technique on to him, but could he practice such a powerful palm technique? Of course you can practice it! The Nine Styles of Long Yin are an introductory Taoist method, and the requirements for Taoism are not high. Isn't it just right for you?

Thinking of this, Yichen was surprised and happy. He was overly excited for several days. He would either talk to himself or suddenly laugh. Others thought he was stupid.

Half a month passed quickly. During this half month, Yichen's time became even more tight. He had to go to Tianchi Valley to listen to the elders' sermons every day. Although he didn't want to go, it was required by the master and he didn't want to go. He dared to disobey, so he could only spare time in the evening to go to Immortal Burial Cliff. The old man sweeping the floor guided him to practice the "Nine Styles of Dragon Song". He returned to Zixiao Peak at night and practiced alone again.

The bright moon hung high that night, and Yichen couldn't sleep again and again. After sleeping for a long time, he suddenly sat up from the bed. In the past half month, he had not made much progress, but his skills seemed to be getting deeper and deeper. He could even go to Tianshui Creek. After barely holding on to the two sticks of incense for a while longer, the Dragon Song Palm became more and more proficient. Could it be...

Suddenly, a bold idea suddenly came to his mind. In the past three years, he had not made any progress, so where did the skills he had cultivated in the past three years go? There's no way it could have disappeared in vain, right? Could it be that...

If cultivation is compared to stuffing cotton into a bag, the cotton is the Taoist practice. As ordinary people continue to practice, they will stuff more and more cotton. When one bag is full, they will stuff a bigger bag. This is considered a breakthrough, and But that's not the case myself...

Not only did he stuff the cotton in, but he also pressed the cotton tighter and tighter, so it seemed that his skills were growing so slowly, but in fact, his skill had already unknowingly surpassed all of his peers! Once it breaks out, no one in the realm of fellow practitioners can rival it!

Is this really the case? But why is this happening?

Yichen felt confused again. They were all practicing the same Xuan Gong. Even though the Xuan Qing Sect had seven meridians, all methods were inseparable from the same sect. The origin was the same. Why was he different from others? Could it be because he practiced two mysterious arts at the same time?

No, that's not the case. Even if someone practices two mysterious arts at the same time, they may not be as strange as me. Moreover, even if I only practice one of the mysterious arts, my Taoist realm will still break through very slowly, because my Taoist cultivation is limited. Layer after layer, the pressure becomes tighter and tighter!

So what's going on? Wait, something is wrong, there must be something wrong!

At this moment, Yichen tried hard to recall everything he had done since he first started. At first, Yang Xiaoran didn't teach his mysterious skills, so he couldn't practice them. But later, after he met the strange senior, in that month, he Taoism has advanced by leaps and bounds. In this way, my talent is not bad. If I keep going like this, my Taoism realm should break through faster than everyone else. But why in the past three years...

"etc!"

Suddenly, he finally thought that his Taoist realm suddenly became slow from that time on! It was the last time I saw Senior Wei. That night, when I fell asleep, Senior Wei sorted out my meridians for me!