Beiyin Great Sage

Walking through the front yard, I stopped in front of the study window.

Zhou Jia put his hands behind his back and looked through the window at the children in the room holding books, shaking their heads and reading articles, feeling quietly relaxed.

This scene naturally reminded him of his childhood.

At that time, he was also so obedient and pure.

simple and naive.

"alright."

Luo Xiuying clapped her hands lightly to stop the children in the room from reciting:

"Take a rest and go to the martial arts field in the backyard. Today we will check the basic footwork we learned yesterday. If you don't learn it well, you will be punished!"

"yes!"

All the children responded in unison, and then rushed out of the door, laughing and joking together.

Luo Xiuying shook her head, put away the book, and raised her head to find Zhou Jia outside the window, with a happy expression on her face:

"Uncle Zhou!"

"Um."

Zhou Jia nodded:

"It seems that you are doing a good job as a teacher."

"Hehe..." Luo Xiuying smiled and scratched her head.

After all, she is still a girl under twenty years old. Although she has become a teacher and looks majestic in front of children, her inner childishness has not disappeared.

"I have nothing to do and find something to do for myself."

Putting down what she was holding, she patted the dust on her sleeves and approached:

"There are two students with good talents. Not only can they read and write faster than others, they are also good at practicing martial arts. They are good talents."

As he spoke, he pointed to the crowd:

"It's just the two of them."

"Um."

Zhou Jia nodded slowly:

"Are you going to officially accept them as your disciples?"

"I have this idea." Luo Xiuying nodded, led Zhou Jia to the guest room, and enthusiastically served tea and water:

"The Tieyuan Sect cannot be lost to me. Although the techniques have been passed down to many people, there must always be someone who will be the successor of the sect."

As he spoke, he shook his head and chuckled.

Nowadays, because of the Xuantian Alliance, the people of the Dalin Dynasty no longer regard the so-called sect inheritance as very important.

After all, even the techniques can be practiced at will.

Not to mention anything else.

Even Luo Xiuying herself had taught many people the techniques of the Tieyuan Sect, and only retained the more core secret medicine inheritance.

Accepting disciples has become less serious.

"Just decide for yourself."

Zhou Jia looked calm, took the tea and sat down:

"Here, is there a man named Shang Luo coming here often recently?"

"That's right."

Luo Xiuying nodded with a serious look on her face:

"Uncle Zhou, what's wrong with this person?"

"Are you familiar with each other?" Zhou Jia asked without answering.

"Not too familiar..." Luo Xiuying hesitated and said:

"Uncle Zhou should also know that there has been some chaos in the city recently, and a small gang called the Caotou Gang has appeared in the two nearby streets."

"They make a living by collecting protection money from every household."

"At that time, the Caotou Gang came to my door and caused trouble. It was a few people from Shangluo who helped me solve it. I owe them a favor."

"Yeah." Zhou Jia nodded:

"That person may be from Zhengqitang. You should not have any contact with them in the future, otherwise, I'm afraid you will get into trouble."

"If anything happens, just let me know."

"yes."

Luo Xiuying bowed her head.

He raised his head and saw Zhou Jia frowning, thoughtfully.

"Uncle Zhou, what's wrong?"

"Wow..."

Zhou Jia raised his hand, and the window sash opened. He looked towards the old man who was cleaning fallen leaves in the front yard, his eyes flashing slightly:

"who is he?"

"You mean Uncle Ku." Luo Xiuying said:

"There was an accident at Aunt Qin's house last month. There was one servant missing in the courtyard, so Aunt Qin introduced Uncle Ku, a farmer from the village outside the city."

"Uncle Ku usually doesn't talk much, but he is very serious about his work..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Zhou Jia suddenly burst into flames, and a sharp aura came out of his body. The bone-chilling murderous intent made Luo Xiuying subconsciously tighten her body.

"Uh-huh!"

The figure flickered and pounced on Uncle Ku in the front yard.

Before the person arrived, the energy was already roaring towards his face, and the slightest bit of energy was like a steel wire, hooping towards the opponent.

Uncle Ku's clothes were in tatters, his eyes were cloudy, and his face was full of wrinkles. The wrinkles were filled with dirt that had not been washed away for many years.

With his thick palms and rags and shoes, he looked like an old farmer in the field.

Facing Zhou Jia's attack, Ku Bo's eyes showed panic and he staggered back. He had no time to dodge before he was hit by a palm.

"ah!"

He screamed and rolled into the fallen leaves, trembling all over.

"Um?"

Zhou Jia frowned.

"Uncle Zhou!"

Xu Xiuying hurriedly jumped forward:

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay..." Zhou Jia shook his head slowly:

"When I was talking about Zhengqitang just now, his movements suddenly stopped and he looked towards the room where we were talking."

"I thought..., it seems that I blamed the wrong person."

He just burst out suddenly, with fierce murderous intent. If the other party really has cultivation, the source of energy in his body will definitely react spontaneously.

But no.

Unless the other party is sure that he will not really attack and suppress the source of force, but at the risk of death, there is no one who is so stupid.

Or at the moment when you withdraw your strength, you can also change the source of power in your body, and even let your skin and flesh relax.

But this possibility is almost impossible.

Even Zhou Jia himself couldn't do this.

"Sir, have mercy on me, my lord, have mercy on you." Uncle Ku looked frightened, lying on the ground and shrinking back:

"I don't know anything, I don't know!"

"Uncle Zhou." Xu Xiuying whispered:

"Maybe it's a misunderstanding."

"Hmm." Zhou Jia thought thoughtfully, took out two Origin Stones from his body and handed them over:

"I'm sorry, old man, I blamed you wrongly. I was careful and didn't want to see it outside."

Looking at the Origin Stone in front of him, Ku Bo's eyes lit up, and a trace of greed appeared on his face. However, looking at the two of them, he still waved his hands:

"It's okay, it's okay."

"I can't have it!"

Um?

The opponent's performance made Zhou Jia frown again:

‘Could it be that I really think too much? ’

After thinking for a while, he placed the Origin Stone next to the other party:

"Hold your fists. The old man was frightened today. Go back and rest first. It's Zhou's fault."

"Uncle Ku."

Luo Xiuying also said:

"Take it, go back and rest today, and come back when your injuries are healed."

"I'm fine, it's fine."

Ku Bo propped up his body and made sure again and again that the Origin Stone belonged to him, then he hurriedly picked it up and put it in his arms, covered his clothes tightly and left in a hurry.

"Uncle Zhou..."

"Maybe it's because I've been too depressed these days and I'm a little sensitive."

Zhou Jia shook his head and returned to the guest room again.

"Can your cultivation level improve recently?"

"Thanks to Uncle Zhou." Luo Xiuying said with joy on her face:

"The cultivation level has reached the seventh level. Unfortunately, the progress of the Three-Yuan Zhengfa is slow. I don't know when I will be able to advance to the eighth level."

As he spoke, he sighed softly.

What she said were not polite words.

For some reason, she had a lot of elixirs refined by Zhou Jia, and it was only in just a few years that her cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds.

"Just right."

Zhou Jia turned his hand over, and a bright red fruit appeared in his palm:

"I happened to get a spiritual fruit. It is said to have the ability to increase one's understanding. Taking it will deepen your understanding of the technique. You can try it after taking it."

"Well……"

Luo Xiuying looked at the fruit in his palm and said hesitantly:

"Uncle Zhou, this seems to be a persimmon fruit, a very cheap kind. The big shots in the city may not have seen it, but they are often found in the wild."

"Really?" Zhou Jia said noncommittally:

"Try it before you talk."

Luo Xiuying pursed her lips.

If she hadn't believed Zhou Jia, she would have thought that the fruit was mixed with poison, and that he came here to kill people and silence them.

He nodded slightly, picked up the fruit, rubbed it on his body, and put it in his mouth.

"Bah..."

Teeth clenched, juice splashed everywhere.

The sourness with a hint of sweetness hits your taste buds.

The taste is not delicious, and it often causes gastrointestinal discomfort. This is why it is not circulated in the market. It is indeed a persimmon fruit.

Luo Xiuying nodded and confirmed that the taste was correct. Just when she was about to say something, her expression suddenly froze and she looked confused.

Countless insights that came from nowhere suddenly appeared in my mind.

Iron body!

Three Yuan Dharma!

Thunder Palm!

…

Many of the techniques I learned, which I had been confused about in the past, and even things I had never thought about, suddenly came to my mind.

"Crash..."

The source of power in the body is like a tide, rushing endlessly.

Luo Xiuying's eyes narrowed, her arms trembled slightly, her whole body suddenly straightened, the back of her neck swayed slightly, and her whole body's strength moved in an orderly manner.

A certain point that had trapped her for a long time suddenly broke open.

Eighth grade!

Dragon Tiger!

The energy aura on his body then surged.

Daoguo!

Zhou Jia looked at this scene with his eyes flickering back and forth.

He comprehended the inherited skills of the Tieyuan Sect, turned them into Dao Fruit, and blended them into the Persimmon Fruit. After Luo Xiuying took it, the effect was astonishing.

Given his level of cultivation, his understanding of the Three-Yuan Dharma is naturally not bad.

However, Tao Fruit only makes people feel more enlightened and does not increase their cultivation level.

The improvement of cultivation level should be due to the source power originally hidden in the body. Because it does not know how to cultivate it, it is only stored in the skin and flesh.

Now that the Three-Yuan Dharma has been completed, the original power has been developed, and the original obstacles have been broken through.

As he cultivates, he will naturally be promoted to the eighth level.

I don't know how long it took before Luo Xiuying's confused eyes gradually regained their consciousness. An uncontrollable excitement made her burst into tears.

"Uncle Zhou..."

Her voice was choked and her body was shaky.

"You are lucky." Zhou Jia smiled lightly:

"It seems to be working well."

"It's really amazing, it's simply...incredible!" Luo Xiuying raised her hands tremblingly, feeling the energy flowing in her body:

"I can feel that my understanding of the technique is probably better than that of my father. It just needs a certain amount of time to adapt."

"Just, you can master it completely."

"Well..." Zhou Jia narrowed his eyes:

"You mean, perception is perception and cannot be directly grasped?"

"Yes." Luo Xiuying said matter-of-factly:

"Although I have a deep understanding of the exercises now, my body can't fully keep up with my understanding. I need to adapt to it for a while."

This was something I had never thought of before.

Zhou Jia nodded silently.

"pity."

Luo Xiuying sighed again:

"It would be great if I could increase my understanding of the Spiritual Rain Technique."

"That Source Technique is a bit special." Zhou Jia shook his head gently:

"Are you ready for this time?"

"alright!"

Luo Xiuying's face straightened:

"Uncle Zhou, don't worry, even if I lose my life, nothing will happen!"

Today's grace is like reinvention to her.

Although she didn't know why the persimmon fruit had this effect, it must have been Zhou Jia's doing, which was equivalent to saving her decades of insights.

decades.

It’s not just time, it’s youth, it’s the future.

Don't talk about the eighth grade.

In the future, even if she achieves ninth rank, tenth rank, or even black iron, Luo Xiuying will still be confident.

not to mention.

Since she learned the Spiritual Rain Technique the year before last, she has never been short of high-quality medicine, which allowed her cultivation to continue to grow at a rate visible to the naked eye.

These.

They were all given by the other party.

Zhou Jia waved his hands gently, but was thinking about another thing.

The Dao Fruit trait can transform the required skills into Dao Fruit, but it does not include the Spiritual Rain Technique that comes from the water-bending talent.

It is clear.

The source stars are not compatible with each other.

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Su Mansion.

Every time there is a recruitment, there will be people from the military stationed.

For convenience, the Su Mansion built a courtyard to entertain people from the military. The courtyard was even larger than the Su Mansion.

now.

Ji Xian moved into this hospital.

hall.

Several mages from Fei Mu World sat cross-legged, each with an object suspended in front of them. In the middle was the relic borrowed from Xiaolang Island.

A faint halo surrounds the holy Buddha relics, as if they are searching for something.

I do not know how long it has been.

One of them opened his eyes with a nervous look on his face.

"how?"

Ji Xianduan sat up and asked in a muffled voice:

"Is it possible to find the location of the Great Dao Treasure Scroll?"

"Go back to me, sir." The mage's body trembled and he hurriedly returned the salute and said:

"It is said that when this holy Buddha relic was found, it was hidden in a jade tablet. The jade tablet should have the ability to block the aura induction."

"There are relics of the Holy Buddha, and there should also be treasure scrolls of the Great Dao."

"What do you mean?" Ji Xian's face darkened:

"Can't find it?"

"No." The mage's face turned pale and his voice trembled:

"It can be found, but it will take time."

"Time." Ji Xian slowly sat up straight:

"how long?"

"This..." The mage's eyes flickered and he hesitated:

"As short as a few months, as slow as...a few years."

"Peng!"

The big chair under Ji Xian suddenly shattered, and the hard floor under his feet turned into dust. He stood up slowly and looked directly at him with cold eyes:

"Can you say that again!"

"Master, spare your life!"

The mage's body trembled, and he knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly:

"We have tried our best. Even if we take back the Red Sky Army and let the Archmage take action, the time will not be much faster, unless it is a legendary mage."

The legend of Fei Mu's world is the Silver Powerful Man.

"Yeah?"

Ji Xian sneered and held one hand in vain. Just when he was about to make a move, his eyebrows suddenly raised and he raised his head to look into the distance across the roof.

Without thinking, a stream of light flying several miles high in the sky has been locked by the power of thought and pulled into the hall.

"Duh!"

An arrow with a letter on it penetrated deeply into the ground.

"Master!"

"careful!"

All the soldiers around him changed their colors and swarmed in. At the same time, one man carefully approached the arrow and untied the letterhead on it.

The contents inside shocked him.

"Master?"

"Uh-huh!"

Ji Xian raised his hand, and the letter fell in front of him and unfolded out of thin air.

"Well……"

He raised his eyebrows slightly:

"interesting."

"Zhang Bingzhong did not escape. Instead, he wanted to challenge me to a fight, using the relics of the Holy Buddha and the Taoist Treasure Scroll as bargaining chips."

"If you say so..."

He looked at the mages present, his eyes gradually turning cold:

"Aren't you useless?"

"Master!"

"Rare..."

"puff!"

An invisible force fell, and several mages were crushed into pulp on the spot.

"Niuyan!"

"exist."

Ji Xian took a deep breath and suddenly let out a muffled sound. A piece of white bone appeared on his arm, and the white bone was slowly pulled out from the flesh.

In the blink of an eye, the white bones turned into a sword and were placed in front of him.

"Take them and kill!"

Ji Xian's voice was tired and he said slowly:

"Wait until the bone sword is soaked in blood, then come see me again."

"yes!"

Niu Yan responded and took the bone sword respectfully, feeling a chill in his heart.

Bone-killing sword!

Forged from one's own bones, and soaked in blood, its power is extremely terrifying, and it is also Master Ji Xianji's trump card.

kill……

Just as it happened, Shi Cheng was searching for people from Zhengqitang.

Some are easy to kill.