Beast

"Breathe...breathe...breathe"

Yang Qing did not listen to Sun Xinyao's advice and gave up tempering his body in case he could not break through to the Zifu realm.

Three years later, he will have a life-and-death showdown with Wang Dali on the Stage of No Return. Now he has given up on tempering his body and died under Wang Dali's stick, let alone breaking through to the Purple Mansion Realm.

At this time, sweat had already soaked through the gray robe, and the breathing technique was smooth and smooth. Yang Qing's consciousness could be extended two feet away, and he could clearly observe that the milky white aura of heaven and earth merged into the mouth, nose and pores as he breathed.

Go into the body.

If you are short of physical strength, you can practice the "Sixteen Xiantian Postures" and use "Hua Xi Jue" as an aid. In this way, your physical strength will recover faster, and your physical strength will increase equally quickly.

The practice at the top of the mountain, rain or shine, was originally very boring. He climbed up and down on his hands and knees, lifting stones. Fortunately, Sun Xinyao came here every day and stayed for half an hour, which became Yang Qing's daily hope.

"You're here." Yang Qing climbed up from the hillside on his hands and knees to the top of the mountain. He saw Sun Xinyao, whose skirt was swinging in the wind, already standing on the top of Guanyue Mountain.

"Why do you look like a mud monkey every day?" Sun Xinyao was confused and looked at Yang Qing with some disgust. She didn't understand why Yang Qing, a man, would practice so hard.

Sun Xinyao advised Yang Qing several times, saying that cultivation is for immortality, and increasing strength without increasing realm is futile.

Yang Qing smiled but didn't answer. Sun Xinyao didn't know about the conflict between Yang Qing and Wang Dali, nor did she know that Yang Qing didn't have any skills to improve his realm at this time.

"The mud monkey is living happily." Yang Qing was overjoyed when he saw Sun Xinyao, but he could not detect the hint of disdain. He did not want to mention his troubles, but just said random words.

If you tell your troubles to someone who doesn't care about you, that person won't care. Telling it to someone who cares about you will only increase your troubles. In these days, Yang Qing has not taken the initiative to mention it.

"Then let's be a mud monkey," Sun Xinyao said with a playful glance, standing on the top of the mountain and looking into the distance.

"Standing on a low mountain, looking up at the beautiful and towering peaks around me, why is it so depressing?" Yang Qing said doubtfully, holding his left arm lightly with his right hand, as if asking himself.

"That's because you care too much about its existence." Sun Xinyao turned her head with a smile on her lips and looked at Yang Qing's left arm with her almond-shaped eyes. In her impression, Yang Qing scratched his left arm as soon as he had free time.

"Yang Qing, are you really a monkey? Do you have lice?" Sun Xinyao said jokingly with a smile.

"Let me see your left arm, okay?"

"There's nothing good to see, they're all scars." Yang Qingqing raised his left arm not because the wound hadn't healed yet, but because of the unknown thing that was awkward on his left arm. At this time, his face turned red and he said shyly. "You saw it.

It will scare you”

"I'm not that timid. I've even kicked a mouse to death. Come on, let me see." Sun Xinyao was a little excited about solving the mystery in her heart, causing a blush to appear on her pink face.

"ah!"

Yang Qing rolled up his cuffs, revealing his left arm covered with scars. The four wounds left by Qishan Wolf on his left arm extended from the elbow to the wrist, and they were extremely hideous. There was also a small scar across his left arm.

Sun Xinyao looked at the hideous scar, covered her mouth with her hand, and exclaimed, her heart was shocked and her almond-shaped eyes widened.

When Yang Qing saw Sun Xinyao's expression, he quickly pulled down his cuffs to cover the scar.

"No, please, let me see again, it's too wild." Sun Xinyao was a little scared and shocked when she first saw it. Now she saw the scar was covered by her sleeves, so she wanted to look again.

Yang Qing looked at Sun Xinyao in surprise. After getting along with her these days, she got to know her character. She was lively, naughty and a little childish. He didn't expect that she had such a side.

Yang Qing did not refuse. He rolled up his sleeves and exposed his left arm. The scar was ugly, but not shameful.

Sun Xinyao's long eyelashes flickered, and there were little stars in her eyes. It looked like she wanted to step forward and touch her.

Although the world of cultivation is not like the folk, where women who have not left the palace cannot go out or step outside the door, they all know the etiquette of men and women not to be intimate with each other.

"Yang Qing, how did you get this scar? Does it still hurt?" Sun Xinyao realized that she shouldn't have such an expression, and then asked with a little concern.

After these days of getting along, Sun Xinyao regarded Yang Qing as a friend, and that's why she came to Guanyue Mountain every day.

"The bite from the Qishan wolf has healed a long time ago. It doesn't hurt anymore. It just left a few scars." Yang Qing said nonchalantly. Seeing that Sun Xinyao didn't care about the ugliness of the scars, the scars became more pleasing to the eye.

"Why did you let the Qishan wolf bite you? I'm like a senior brother from Shuiling Peak. As soon as I reached the Consciousness Sea Realm, I tried my hand at the Qishan Wolf. As a result, I was besieged by more than a dozen Qishan wolves. Yu Jian

My robe was torn when I ran away."

Sun Xinyao thought of interesting things, and the smile on her face bloomed like a hibiscus.

Yang Qing looked a little dazed and giggled along with "hehe".

"Yang Qing, don't be silly, you haven't said anything yet." Sun Xinyao looked at Yang Qing eagerly, like a child waiting to hear a story.

"I went to hunt Qishan wolves to complete the sect's mission, but I met a male and four females, who chased me and bit me..."

Yang Qing talked about the scene of hunting Qishan wolves in a relaxed tone, and the tense anger was described by Yang Qing as easily as beating a dog.

"Yang Qing, you are so awesome." Sun Xinyao listened with fascination. She had never seen such a scene before. "She is also very lucky. It is said that there are hundreds of Qishan wolves on Qishan Mountain. They usually appear in groups. The powerful wolf king knows the sea.

All the monks have to leave with their swords."

"Don't hunt Qishan wolves anymore. It's very dangerous." Sun Xinyao stopped playing around and said solemnly.

"I can't help it. There are too few sect tasks that I can do." Yang Qing felt Sun Xinyao's concern and felt happy, but helpless.

"Collect elixirs. There are many exotic flowers and herbs in the mountains that can be exchanged for contributions to the sect. It's still easy to escape when you encounter ordinary monsters." Sun Xinyao said eloquently. She had some understanding of the sect's tasks, so she

Yang Qing came up with an idea.

"It may know me about those rare things, but I definitely don't know them." Yang Qing shrugged helplessly. He didn't want to take the risk to hunt the Qishan wolf.

"Well..." Sun Xinyao pouted, frowned, and thought seriously.

"Well, let me tell you a few rare treasures. Anyway, they don't violate the sect's prohibitions." Sun Xinyao stretched her eyebrows and thought of a good way, and said happily.

"Thank you..." Yang Qing felt embarrassed, and thought in a blink of an eye, if he didn't accept Sun Xinyao's help, he would have to hunt down the Qishan wolf, and then go to the Hidden Gong Pavilion to see the records of the rare treasures.

I managed to escape last time, but what about this time and next time? Can I guarantee that I will be able to walk back intact? Once I come back with missing arms and legs, how will I be able to return to the stage after three years?

"Why are you so polite? We are friends." Sun Xinyao felt happy when she saw Yang Qing accepting her help.

"Yang Qing, release your spiritual consciousness." Sun Xinyao was about to teach, wanting to directly transmit Qizhen's image to Yang Qing's spiritual consciousness.

"I released my consciousness, but my consciousness can only cover an area of ​​more than two feet." Yang Qing followed his words and probed out his consciousness.

"This is true for all the monks who have just entered the Sea of ​​Consciousness Realm. Mine can only cover half a foot." Sun Xinyao also probed out her spiritual consciousness.

"Yang Qing, please move forward," Sun Xinyao said with a puzzled look on her face.

"More forward, further forward"

At this time, the distance between Yang Qing and Sun Xinyao was less than four feet. Yang Qing could smell the fragrance of ylang ylang emitted by Sun Xinyao, his heart beat loudly, and his face turned red.

"Yang Qing, aren't you in the Sea of ​​Consciousness realm? Why can't I feel your spiritual consciousness?" Sun Xinyao's heart beat loudly, and her fair neck also turned red.

"I can feel the spiritual consciousness emanating from you," Yang Qing said in a loud voice, not daring to look around. He lowered his head.

"What? Yang Qing, what did you say?" Sun Xinyao exclaimed as if she had been stepped on, her eyes full of unconfidence.

"Is there anything strange?" Yang Qing was confused by Sun Xinyao's expression of seeing a ghost and couldn't help asking.

"Impossible. Although the body refiner's spiritual consciousness is strong, it is impossible for me not to be able to sense it. Moreover, your spiritual consciousness can only be extended two feet away. It is not as strong as mine. How is it possible!" Sun Xinyao shook her head in disbelief.

Looking at Yang Qing is like looking at a monster.

Yang Qing blinked, not knowing what to say. His consciousness was intangible, had no weight, temperature, or smell, but he felt that Sun Xinyao's consciousness was fluctuating violently at this time.

"Yang Qing, if you touch my consciousness, can you see these images?" Sun Xinyao still didn't believe it and wanted to try to prove it.

"Rehmannia glutinosa, Purple Light Ganoderma, Songshan Ganoderma, Poria..." As soon as Yang Qing's spiritual consciousness came into contact, hundreds of images and words emerged in his mind, and he could not help but utter them in his mouth.

"Uh-huh," Yang Qing groaned. Instilling such an image all at once put a heavy burden on his consciousness. For a moment, he felt dizzy, his vision blurred, and his body swayed.

This feeling came and went quickly. I shook my head and returned to normal.

"This is true..." This incident made Sun Xinyao's eyes wide open and she couldn't believe it. The facts forced her to believe it.

"Yang Qing, don't talk about this matter to others, and don't come into contact with other monks' spiritual consciousness," Sun Xinyao said solemnly without any hint of naughtiness.

Yang Qing had never seen Sun Xinyao with such a serious expression before. He didn't understand the reason and nodded to show that he remembered.

"Yang Qing, I'm not kidding you. You are either extremely talented or possess a great treasure. The former is fine. The sect will spend resources to train you. If you are the latter, it will not be as simple as causing a fatal disaster." Sun Xinyao said again

He emphasized that he was worried about Yang Qing again.

"Well, I know this is something fishy, ​​and I won't ask for trouble." Yang Qing saw Sun Xinyao's solemn expression, his heart started to rise, and he said sternly.

"Yang Qing, don't worry, I won't tell anything at this time, not even my master will tell it. If you don't believe it, I swear by thunder." Sun Xinyao put her fingers together and swore to the sky.

"I believe you, you don't have to swear." Yang Qing hurriedly stopped him. He believed in Sun Xinyao deeply.;