Cultivation Of Immortality: Double Cultivation With Thousand Times Experience

After the Qu Xing incident, the world of cultivation returned to tranquility again, as if all the disturbances had subsided. Only in the jokes among the monks after dinner, they would occasionally mention the two lucky ones who had received generous rewards from the Four Holy Sects for exposing the truth.

Their deeds are like fine wine. As time goes by, it becomes more and more mellow, adding a bit of legend to the people.

During this period of time, Jì Hou was always by Yuan Zhihong's side, using his warmth and patience to soothe her grief of losing her loved one.

Watching her gradually emerge from the gloom and regain her original vitality and vitality under the caring care of herself and Yao Yun, ~ Jì Hou was filled with joy.

In order to reward the two of them, he specially arranged a special one-day and one-night training experience with Yuan Zhihong and Yao Yun.

During this high-intensity and long-term training process, Jì Hou used the powerful physical strength of the Nascent Soul stage to fight against the joint challenge of Yuan Zhihong and Yao Yun. The scene was both fierce and interesting.

Although the two women tried their best, they begged for mercy again and again under the strong pressure of cultivation. They almost exhausted all their strength and showed signs of fatigue.

However, Jì Hou was still full of energy, like a tiger coming down the mountain, full of energy, and even showed an unfinished expression of excitement, which made the two women have to admire the profound cultivation of the Nascent Soul monks.

After the training, the exhausted Yuan Zhihong and Yao Yun joined forces and half-jokingly and half-seriously drove Jì Hou out of the place of training.

Faced with such "treatment", Jì Hou couldn't help but laugh and could only leave as he was told. He did not feel frustrated by this, but felt relaxed and happy, because he knew that this was a reflection of the tacit understanding between them.

So, Jì Hou embarked on the road to Yifeng with this happy mood.

He decided to go and have a few drinks with Guan Qianyi and enjoy this rare leisure time. Nowadays, his relationship with Guan Qianyi is getting deeper and deeper, and it is time to further consolidate this friendship through more exchanges and interactions.

The Yifeng Hall stands majestically. On the top of the hall, Guan Qianyi and Jì Hou sit opposite each other. The moonlight shines on them, reflecting their calm faces.

The bronze wine bottles were filled with amber wine. As they drank from their glasses, the aroma of the wine spread in the night wind.

After a hearty drink, Guan Qianyi's cheeks turned red, and her bright eyes stared at Jì Hou.

Jì Hou was pouring wine for her with her head down, her movements elegant and focused, but Guan Qianyi suddenly spoke, breaking the brief tranquility.

"Fellow Daoist Ji, I am not unaware of your thoughts, but I want to tell you that I am not as perfect as you imagined. Will you still care about me like this?"

Her voice was soft but firm, as if she had mustered great courage.

Jì Hou paused with the wine cup in his hand, raised his head, his eyes were clear and deep, "Fellow Taoist Guan, this is wrong. To like someone is to accept all of her, no matter her strengths or weaknesses."

His words are frank and sincere, as if they can tolerate all imperfections in the world.

Seeing that Guan Qianyi was still hesitant, Jì Hou smiled slightly and encouraged her to express her troubles.

Guan Qianyi bit her lower lip, and finally decided to confess: "I suffered a serious injury in my early years, and my spiritual roots were damaged. My cultivation has stagnated since then, and I will never be able to make any breakthroughs in my life..."

Hearing this, Jì Hou not only did not show the slightest surprise or regret, but laughed easily and joked: "I thought you were going to say that you are actually a man.

His laughter was like spring water that broke the ice, instantly relaxing the tense atmosphere.

However, Guanyi was not amused. Instead, she glared at him angrily, "Can you still laugh? This question to me is a major issue related to our future!"

Her face was serious and her tone was heavy.

Then, Guan Qianyi continued to talk: "I am now two hundred and seventy-three years old. Based on the five hundred years of the Golden Pill monk's lifespan, my life has been over half, and as a Nascent Soul monk, you have two With a life span of thousands of years, you are only fifty-nine years old now. Your road to immortality is still very long, and you will definitely climb higher mountains on the road of cultivation in the future.

There was deep worry and helplessness in Guanyi's eyes. She was obviously worried about the huge life gap between them.

"Perhaps there really is an insurmountable gap between you and me." Guan Qianyi looked solemn, with a complicated light shining in his eyes.

For the first time in many years, she was attracted to a man, and that was Jì Hou in front of her.

Not only did he have unparalleled talent and profound cultivation, but even more rare was his humor and meticulous care for her, all of which made her heart beat. However, it is precisely because of this deep love that she does not want Jì Hou to be tied down in any way because of her.

After Jì Hou heard this, he smiled softly, his brows showing free and easy, "The difference in cultivation level does not determine the depth of the relationship. Look at my other two Taoist companions, although they are only in foundation building and Qi training. , but I also love them deeply and am willing to accompany them to grow together."

There was a trace of helplessness in Guan Qianyi's eyes, and she shook her head and sighed: "I know your deep affection, but I am different from them. Their spiritual roots are pure and flawless. With your help, it is entirely possible to reach a higher realm of cultivation in the future, and even Extend your life."

.........Please give me flowers...

"As for me, because my spiritual roots have been damaged, the golden elixir stage is already my limit, and there is no way I can break through." Guan Qianyi raised the wine bottle, looked at the fine wine in the cup, and smiled to herself.

Jì Hou was not swayed by her blunt words. Instead, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he looked at her firmly:

"If you conclude that we cannot stay together just because of these external factors, do you think I am too incompetent to solve this problem?"

Guan Qianyi was shocked and quickly explained: "Of course not, I'm just worried..."

Before she finished speaking, she was moved by Jì Hou's confident eyes. His words were calm but full of power: "So, do you believe that I can help you rebuild your spiritual roots and restore you to your best condition?"

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Guan Qianyi knew very well how difficult it was to reshape one's spiritual roots. It was almost a life-changing challenge. But she looked at Jì Hou's face full of determination and felt the overwhelming confidence in his words, so she swallowed back what she originally wanted to say.

Finally, she smiled with relief, her smile blooming like a spring flower, beautiful and moving. She nodded in agreement, as if she had completely put down her worries at this moment.

In the following time, they raised their glasses and drank together, and the aroma of the spirit wine overflowed.

Guan Qianyi no longer concealed her love for Jì Hou. After a few glasses of wine, the two of them did not use their skills to dispel their drunkenness, allowing the drunkenness to cloud their hearts.

In this intoxicating atmosphere, the two couldn't help but embrace each other, and their heartbeats intertwined into a silent love song in this quiet night.

Jì Hou thought they would just spend the night hugging each other, but unexpectedly, Guan Yi didn't seem to be satisfied with this, and a jade hand began to look for flaws in Jì Hou.

"Fellow Daoist Guan...you want to be here?" Jì Hou's startled voice echoed on the top of the night-filled hall.

Guan Qianyi answered his questions with actions.

Jì Hou was extremely helpless. He didn't expect Guan Qianyi to be so bold and want to play such a big game for the first time, but Jì Hou was not deterred. He stretched out his hands to resist for a moment, while setting up a unique formation to prevent anyone from prying.

After setting up the formation, Jì Hou took some free time and looked at Guan Qianyi who was still "attacking" him crazily. Jì Hou sneered: "Do you really think I can't fight back?"

"My fellow Taoist, can you withstand the fifty-year attack of my dragon claw hand?"