Cultivation Of Immortality: Double Cultivation With Thousand Times Experience

Stepping out of the yard, Jì Hou felt a fresh breath of morning dew blowing against her face. She raised her eyes and saw the familiar figure from behind.

Elder Han is sitting cross-legged on the big bluestone at the door, like a statue that has accumulated over time, quiet and solemn.

His figure looked even deeper under the morning glow, like an old man silently guarding the growth of his younger generations. This made Jì Hou feel moved in his heart.

It turned out that Elder Han was actually here to protect him and prevent him from being disturbed at the critical moment of his retreat.

He immediately stepped forward quickly and bowed deeply to Elder Han with gratitude: "Thank you very much, Elder Han, for protecting me. I have nothing to repay. I can only keep it in my heart and be grateful."

However, Elder Han, who was originally as quiet as a stone, suddenly jumped up like a spring after hearing the movement behind him. His excitement was beyond words. He walked over to Jì Hou in a few steps and grabbed his shoulders with a hint of excitement in his voice. Wu Chen looked dumbfounded:

"Oh, you figured it out, I've been tortured crazy by those guys for the past month!"

Jì Hou looked stunned and asked in confusion: "Elder, what happened at "393"?"

Elder Han pointed to the majestic and majestic missionary pavilion not far away, with a hint of complaint in his tone but unable to hide his pride:

"The sect leader and others are back, but this is not the most important thing. The key is that the other Jindan elders heard that you were promoted to the golden elixir stage in just one month. They were all shocked and regarded you as a sect leader. A unique genius that we will only see once in a lifetime."

"The most troublesome thing is that at this time you chose to practice in seclusion again, and they had no choice but to surround me with questions and talk. [It simply gave me no peace for ten minutes."

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After Jì Hou heard this, he couldn't help but laugh. He thought something big had happened, but he didn't expect it to be like this. So he quickly comforted Elder Han and said:

"It's okay, elder. I'm going to see all the elders right now to make them feel at ease."

After hearing this, Elder Han seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden, and breathed a long sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good, you go quickly, I will be here waiting for you to come out.

Jì Hou looked at Elder Han's movements and was a little surprised: "Elder Han, won't you go with me?"

Elder Han waved his hands repeatedly, with a sly smile flashing across his face: "I won't go, I won't go. I'm more afraid of seeing them than seeing ghosts, haha."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the yard, leaving behind a free and somewhat playful figure.

Jì Hou smiled slightly, feeling sincerely fond of Elder Han's sense of humor, and then turned around and walked firmly towards the missionary pavilion that carried the wisdom and glory of countless sages.

As soon as he stepped into the solemn and mysterious Chuandao Pavilion, Jì Hou was deeply attracted by the scene in front of him.

In the pavilion, many old men wearing different robes sit cross-legged. Their faces are calm, and they are surrounded by the deep aura accumulated over the years. They are the elders of the Four Saints Sect, and they are also the solid pillars that support the entire sect to glory.

Among this group of venerable old men, a middle-aged man stood out. He was wearing a luxurious and extraordinary robe, and his face was majestic yet kind. It was clear that he was the sect master in charge of the Four Saints Sect—the White Tiger Lord. By.

Jì Hou was secretly shocked. He never expected that even the sect leader would come here in person.

He stabilized his mind, bowed respectfully, and said loudly: "Fellow Taoists and sect masters, I would like to pay my respects.

As Jì Hou's voice fell, the elders who had been immersed in the cultivation atmosphere opened their eyes one after another. When they saw the young man in front of them and reported his name as Jì Hou, they couldn't help but burst into an uproar. The originally quiet preaching pavilion It instantly became lively and buzzing.

"Jì Hou?! Are you that Jì Hou?" A hale and hearty elder in a green robe was so excited that he almost couldn't wait to get up and walk quickly, staring at Jì Hou with bright eyes.

"Let me see, how did you reach such a state in such a short period of time? Is it because you had three heads and six arms?"

Immediately afterwards, another old man came forward, looked at Jì Hou carefully, and said with a smile: "Well, in addition to his amazing cultivation, this little guy also has a handsome face, quite a bit like when I was young. His style."

After hearing this, several other elders immediately rolled their eyes and retorted unceremoniously: "Du Yuanxiu, please stop bragging here. We all know what you looked like at that time. You have pursued so many things." Not a single fairy has ever looked at you twice."

When Du Yuanxiu heard this, he immediately showed displeasure and defended: "Hey, you old guys, don't talk nonsense if you don't know the inside story. It was clearly my intention to cut off the worldly love in order to concentrate on my cultivation."

After everyone heard this, they burst into laughter. Du Yuanxiu had no choice but to change the subject awkwardly and looked at the old man in green robe who had been groping for joints on Jì Hou's body. He asked curiously: "Old Bai, what did you find when you felt around? Do you have any reputation?"

When Bai Chunlai heard the words, he stopped what he was doing and stared at Jì Hou with surprise in his eyes: "It's really strange, so strange. Although your root bone is only a middle-grade spiritual root, your cultivation speed is astonishingly fast. It must be I got an incredible opportunity."

Faced with everyone's amazement and curiosity, Jì Hou did not dodge at all. Instead, he smiled humbly and responded calmly: "Haha, it's just a small chance, just a fluke.

Bai Chunlai patted Jì Hou on the shoulder quite seriously and said sincerely:

"Okay, kid, excessive modesty is pride. The opportunity to break through the golden elixir bottleneck at less than sixty years old is a small opportunity, then there is no real big opportunity in this world."

Jì Hou accepted Bai Chunlai's teachings with a smile, and responded: "I have been taught."

At this time, Bai Chunlai turned around with joy, facing the usually serious and dignified elders behind him [His loud and proud laughter echoed in the preaching pavilion:

"Brothers, you all have seen it clearly. This is Jì Hou, the newly promoted Jindan elder of our Qinglong lineage. If we meet him in the sect in the future, we should respectfully call him 'Dao Youyou'!"

When he pointed his finger at Jì Hou, he felt as proud as if he were showing off his treasure...

Several elders seemed to be accustomed to Bai Chunlai's "showing off" behavior. They all rolled their eyes, waved their hands in disgust, and responded perfunctorily: "I know, I know, Chief Bai, you know how to show off when you get the chance." .”

However, they still couldn't help but have a smile on their faces, and they were obviously pleased that the Qinglong lineage could produce such a young Jindan monk.

After hearing this, Bai Chunlai smiled even more heartily, as if he was the happiest person at this moment. Fortunately, it was then that he suddenly realized what he was saying to Bai Chunlai:

"It turns out that you are the chief lord of the Qinglong lineage." His tone was full of surprise and respect.

Bai Chunlai was stunned for a moment, then teased: "Eh? You only know now?"

Jì Hou nodded honestly, which made Bai Chunlai look instantly embarrassed. He glared at Elder Feng and Elder Huang, who were both from the Qinglong lineage, and asked dissatisfiedly:

"How do you two do things? Now even I, the chief, am not recognized by the young people in our branch? What are you usually busy with?"

When Elder Feng and Elder Huang heard the sound, they looked embarrassed. One looked up at the ceiling and pretended to be looking for something, while the other looked down at the ground, as if there was some rare treasure there.

Bai Chunlai waved his hand angrily: "Go, go, go, you really embarrass our Qinglong lineage."

Elder Feng and Elder Huang were relieved, bowed their hands to Jì Hou with a playful smile, and hurriedly left the Chuandao Pavilion.

The other elders from various branches who came to watch, seeing that their goal had been achieved, also greeted Jì Hou and left. In the end, only three old men and the majestic White Tiger Venerable remained here.

"Come, let me give you a good introduction." Bai Chunlai began to introduce him enthusiastically.

He pointed at the old man with gray hair and childish face and introduced: "This is Du Yuanxiu, the chief of the Suzaku lineage. His alchemy skills are the best in the sect. If you have any need for alchemy in the future,

Go ahead and ask him for help. "

Jì Hou bowed respectfully to Du Yuanxiu: "I have met Senior Du."

Du Yuanxiu smiled cordially and waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to be polite: "You and I can treat each other as Taoist friends.

Bai Chunlai continued the introduction, his eyes moved to the one-armed old man, and his tone was full of admiration:

"This is Shi Wu, the chief of the Xuanwu lineage. His cultivation is unfathomable. He is a half-step Yuanying. He is the strongest being in our sect besides the sect leader."

"His broken arm was caused by him sacrificing his arm to protect the human race during the battle against the invasion of monsters at Tianyang Pass, fighting against the enemy's ten most powerful men at the top of the Golden Core.

Jì Hou solemnly bowed deeply to Shi Wu, his words full of admiration: "Thank you, Senior Shi, for your great sacrifice for the human race."

Shi Wu smiled calmly and waved his hand heroically: "Fighting for the human race is the responsibility that monks of our generation should have."