Fantasy: First Day Of Wedding, Reward Supreme Bone

After practicing Dou Zi Mi, Qin Yun's three secrets of "Xing", "Jiu" and "Zhe" have all been horribly improved.

Ji Zi Mi is the most obvious, the effect can be increased to fifteen times, which has reached a very terrifying level.

[Ding! On the 150th day of marriage, I will reward you with a piece of Enlightenment tea leaf. ]

[Ding! On the one hundred and sixtieth day of marriage, you will be rewarded with a bottle of divine liquid. ]

In the later stages of practice, the hard work began to become ineffective, and the system was just right to provide Qin Yun with some heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

This allowed his cultivation speed to steadily increase.

Nearly a month later, his strength went from the Saint Third Layer Heaven to the Saint Fifth Layer Heaven.

According to the previous speed, although it is slow, it is steadily improving.

Of course, compared to his previous speed, if we compare it with the speed of the world, no matter who it is, in front of him, they will be crushed as shit.

In the saint realm, without hundreds of years of polishing and hundreds of years of precipitation, how many people can break through and enter the next First Layer world?

"If I can reach the Holy King Realm, I can be unscrupulous. If I can reach the Great Holy Realm, I will be truly unscrupulous."

Qin Yun murmured softly.

There are many ancient traditions in this world. Their status far exceeds that of holy lands and ancient dynasties. Their foundations are frightening. Among these ancient traditions, the most powerful ones are the Holy Kings and the Great Sages.

This is an era when emperors are not born. Qin Yun has never heard of the quasi-emperor, let alone the Great Emperor.

The Great Sage is his current small goal.

“There’s still a long way to go.”

.........

The sun is shining brightly and the golden clouds are filling the air.

The light fell into the valley, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and it was quiet.

Qin Yun was lying on a deck chair, basking in the sun, drinking tea, and holding a fishing rod in his right hand.

Not long after, the fishing rod moved slightly, and Qin Yun tried his best to lift it up.

A big golden carp flew up.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Qin Yun's face.

This is a smile that comes from the heart. How many people can understand the joy of a fisherman?

"My little friend, today's harvest is not small."

An old voice came from above the valley.

Looking up, he saw a white-haired old man, dressed in cloth, carrying firewood on his back, holding an ax in his hand, looking at Qin Yun in the valley with a smile.

This is one of Qin Yun's neighbors here.

There are few human traces in the deep mountains. Qin Yun only met this old man after living here for half a month.

Like him.

The old man is also a monk.

Foundation building realm.

Just like him, he lives here in seclusion.

"My little friend, it's not what I told you. You are so young, but you don't know how to practice. You are lazy every day and have no vitality."

"If you work harder, wouldn't it be great to be a foundation-building ancestor like me in a few decades?"

The old man preached and slowly walked down the path above the valley.

At Yugu's age, his whole body exudes the aura of twilight, which proves that the old man's days are numbered.

The most difficult thing in the world to conceal is age. The traces left by time are difficult to wash away.

"Talent is limited, our qualifications are not good enough."

"It's not that I don't want to work hard, it's that I'm not qualified."

Qin Yun showed a wry smile and said.

Qin Yun didn't know the name of this old man. Since he chose to live in seclusion here, Qin Yun naturally didn't interfere. The two of them have always treated him as old friends and young friends.

Because they are both monks and live in the same mountain, they have met each other a few times and become familiar with them. They can be called a couple of old and young friends.

But here's the interesting thing.

This old man is not actually a foundation-building ancestor, but a real saint.

Qin Yun possesses the secret of calligraphy, and any fluctuation of aura cannot be hidden from him. Although the old man tried his best to cover up and suppress it, it is naturally impossible to hide it from his eyes.

The status of saints in the world of cultivation is not low, and in this world of human beings, they are extremely rare.

At first, Qin Yun was suspicious and wary when he saw the old man, but after discovering that the old man had no ill intentions, he put down his guard.

A saint lives in seclusion here, pretending to be a foundation-building ancestor, and doesn't want to attract attention?

And he was also a saint. In order not to attract attention, he pretended to be a Qi-training monk.

It has to be said that the two of them are very destined and both are honest people.

Therefore, Qin Yun is also happy to listen to the old man's teachings. Watching him, the foundation-building ancestor, act quietly is a kind of happiness. After all, the mountains and forests are somewhat boring.

"Hey, it's true, your talent is indeed lacking." The old man spoke mercilessly, reflecting the superiority of a foundation-building ancestor.

A saint has lived for a long time and has met countless geniuses. How could he like Qin Yun, a young Qi practitioner?

Of course, this is not a suppression, but more like a joke between friends.

When he came to the valley, the old man sat on a stone, picked up his broken ax with a missing edge, crossed his legs, and trimmed his smelly feet.

"Do you want firewood, little friend?" The old man stared at his big golden carp.

"Let's eat together." Qin Yun generously invited.

The old beggar was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

"I won't take advantage of a little monk like you." The old man grinned, showing his yellow teeth, and pulled out two pieces of broken wood from the basket on his back.

Stingy, slovenly, and love to show off.

This is the image of the old man. If Qin Yun hadn't mastered the secret of calligraphy, who would have thought that this old man was a saint?

Qin Yun watched his performance quietly without revealing anything.

My heart says just pretend, who can pretend better than you?

........

The days in the valley are very peaceful.

Collecting rewards, improving his cultivation, basking in the sun, and fishing are Qin Yun's daily routine. Occasionally, the old man cutting wood will come to his valley.

Although the days in the mountains are pleasant, they can also make people feel bored. Qin Yun is quite happy to listen to the old beggar bragging to him every day.

"Wow."

Under a large waterfall, Qin Yun was shirtless and practicing his sword there.

The sword style is slow, the movements are weird, and very bland.

This is a sword technique, which Qin Yun has just gained.

He plans to further his studies in the art of swordsmanship, because after practicing Dou Zi Mi, he can completely use his fist intention as his sword intention to focus on attack, which Qin Yun likes.

If one day, he is forced to take action, he can also conceal his identity so that the world will not associate him with the Supreme body.

I have nothing to do, so I just want to practice.

"Little friend, why do I feel that your swordsmanship makes my hair stand on end and gives me goosebumps?"

The old man who cut firewood came here to have a meal, and happened to see such a scene, and he was a little surprised.

Products produced by the system must be of high quality.

This sword technique can be said to be extremely powerful. The so-called return to nature is nothing better than this.

At first, even Qin Yun almost thought it was a poor swordsmanship because it was too bland, but only by cultivating it deeply, the more refined he is, the more he can experience the beauty of pure swordsmanship.

The old man who chopped firewood was a saint, so he could naturally tell something from Qin Yun's weird actions.

"I realized nothing yesterday."

"Teach me and let me give you some pointers." The old man said shamelessly.

"The law is not passed lightly."

"I'll give you my sword skills in exchange."