Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

He formed seals with his hands.

Suddenly, a warm breath moved from the acupoints on his back, drilling into his hands like an electric current, and was changed by the hand seals, turning into a fine net, spreading out with his movements, and falling into the deep pool below.

"Good! Good!" Xu Zhijian was overjoyed.

This is the real entry into the art of dragon control.

His previous training method now seems to be a waste of effort. Only with this warm breath can it be truly powerful.

Without this warm breath, no matter how standard and accurate the hand seals are, they will have no power.

Only by mastering this breath can you truly enter the art, and before entering the art, the hand frame is actually useless.

I understand this now.

But if I didn't have this breath, I'm afraid I would never understand it.

He jumped down and landed on the stone wall two meters high in the deep pool. His palms were tightly attached to the stone wall like suction cups. He stood steadily, formed seals with his hands, and invisible nets fell down one after another.

Fakong shook his head.

The net formed by this strange breath fell on the ice surface and was blocked by the breath contained in the ice.

The breath of the dragon-controlling technique is wonderful. The extremely cold, yin and poisonous breath contained in the ice cannot completely block it, but it can block more than half of it.

The remaining half fell into the pool of water below and quickly dissipated. When it reached the giant dragon, it had almost dissipated and only a little fell on it.

The giant dragon was swimming in the pool. The space below was large enough for it to swim freely without feeling restrained.

It ignored the breath of the dragon-controlling technique.

Fakong looked at Xu Zhijian.

Xu Zhijian continued to release his breath tirelessly. As he formed a seal, his breath continued to be released and began to strengthen.

Although the increase was slow, it was clearly visible in Fakong's eyes. If it continued to increase at this rate, it would double in ten days.

By that time, this breath would be able to touch the giant dragon, but it was still a little short now.

"Bang!" Suddenly there was a muffled sound.

The ice surface of the deep pool cracked, and the spider-web-like cracks expanded rapidly, spreading to the entire ice surface in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Xu, retreat." Fakong's voice sounded in Xu Zhijian's ears.

Xu Zhijian had already turned into an arrow and shot into the sky.

"Bang!" Ice chips and fragments rushed into the sky, densely packed, chasing Xu Zhijian.

Xu Zhijian stomped his feet in the air.

White light emerged from his body, covering his body, and his figure suddenly accelerated, soaring into the sky, drilling out of the canyon, and rushing into the sky.

Fakong flicked his sleeves.

The violent ice shavings, ice chips, and ice blocks suddenly slowed down, and when they reached the highest point of the canyon, they had no strength to go up and fell down one after another.

"Hua..."

The ice shavings and ice blocks all over the sky fell to the surface of the deep pool, splashing water, splashing all over, making a mess.

"Huh..." Xu Zhijian floated to Fakong's side, shook his head and said, "This guy is even more powerful!"

He could feel that the power just now was far superior to the previous water arrow. From controlling water to controlling water to freezing into ice and then controlling ice, the power was several times different.

Fakong said, "It's improving very fast."

"If it goes on like this," Xu Zhijian shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I'm really not its opponent."

Fakong smiled and said, "It's better to slow down and practice somewhere else first."

Xu Zhijian thought about it and nodded.

It can only be like this. This giant dragon is improving too fast. I can't keep up. If I continue to practice, I will be in danger.

Now Fakong is by my side, but I can't always keep Fakong by my side, right?

In the early morning, the Jade Butterfly Sect's courtyard was noisy.

In the martial arts training ground, all the Jade Butterfly Sect disciples were wearing tight clothes and practicing energetically. The clothes were of different colors, all of which were beautiful.

Ning Zhenzhen, dressed in white as white as snow, is practicing sword in the courtyard. The sword light is clear and seems to be there and not there.

She has practiced the Flying Butterfly Palm to the state of perfection. She stopped practicing temporarily. If she practiced again after a period of time, she would feel fresh.

At that time, she might have more insights.

So she began to focus on swordsmanship now.

She gradually felt that the Jade Butterfly Sect should still focus on swordsmanship, and the sword formation was the foundation of the Jade Butterfly Sect's strength.

If the swordsmanship is improved, the power of the sword formation will be stronger.

After practicing the swordsmanship well, it is not too late to practice the Flying Butterfly Palm. The Flying Butterfly Palm has greater potential, but the effect is too slow.

After practicing the swordsmanship to the Divine Yuan Realm, if you want to break through the realm, practice the Flying Butterfly Palm. The Flying Butterfly Palm has a unique way to break through the realm.

This is the most suitable practice system for the Jade Butterfly Sect.

She is now very prestigious, and the entire sect is under the threat of the Divine Sword Peak, and people follow it without violation.

So most of the disciples in the martial arts field are practicing swordsmanship now.

Ding Xingqing knocked on the door gently: "Master, there are five monks outside who want to see you."

"Who?"

"The head monk's name is Yuande."

"Divine monk Yuande?" Ning Zhenzhen stretched out her hand and wiped her face, transformed into Mo Youlan's appearance, and opened the courtyard door.

Ding Xingqing stood outside the door: "Master, do you want to invite them in?"

"I'll go to greet them myself." Ning Zhenzhen turned and walked into the courtyard, changed into a long robe to cover her graceful curves, and walked out slowly.

Ding Xingqing followed her: "Master, is it the Divine monk Yuande, the Divine monk Yuande from the Great Miaolian Temple?"

"It should be correct."

"But why did Divine monk Yuande come to us?" Ding Xingqing was curious.

She had heard of the name of Monk Yuande. After all, she was in Tianjing, how could she not have heard of the name of Monk Yuande.

But she had never seen him.

Monk Yuande was not ostentatious, and he was truly a secluded person. He would not leave the temple unless there was something important.

Either at the Great Myolian Temple, or at the Small Myolian Temple.

"I don't know." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head.

She already knew it was Fakong's handiwork.

Outside the gate of the Jade Butterfly Sect, under the bright sunshine, Monk Yuande stands like a jade tree in the wind, handsome and eye-catching.

His back was to the outside, facing the door, his eyes slightly closed and motionless, his left hand clasped together, and his right hand twirling the beads.

The beads were black, deep, and round. One by one they left his slender fingers, and then one by one they entered between his slender fingers.

People passing by looked over one after another, and some recognized him from the side. They greeted him from a distance and did not come forward to disturb him.

They looked surprised, but did not stop.

The Jade Butterfly Sect is not an unknown person now, everyone knows that the Jade Butterfly Sect is not easy to mess with, and the news of the fight between Shenjian Peak and the Jade Butterfly Sect has spread.

This was done deliberately by the Jade Butterfly Sect.

People's eyes fell on Monk Yuande one after another, and they were so attracted by him that they ignored the four middle-aged monks behind him.

Wearing bright yellow monk robes, they are simple and restrained, inconspicuous. It is difficult for people to think that they are the top masters of the Great Myoulian Temple.

"squeak!"

The door opened, and Ning Zhenzhen was wearing a green robe, with a bright smile on his face, and he said, "Monk Yuande, the Buddha, is here, the plum blossoms are shining, please come quickly!"

"Sect Master Mo, I'm sorry for disturbing you." Monk Yuande said.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said: "Holy monk, please!"

She tithes the four middle-aged monks behind Monk Yuande without any neglect or neglect.

She was aware of the tyrannical cultivation of these four middle-aged monks. Standing next to them, she felt as if she were standing at the bottom of a majestic mountain.

The four middle-aged monks returned the favor.

The five monks came to the hall at Ning Zhenzhen's solemn invitation.

After Monk Yuande sat down, he took the tea offered by Ding Xingqing, took a sip, put it down, and said warmly: "To be honest with Sect Leader Mo, this poor monk is also entrusted by others."

"Entrusted by whom?"

"Master Fakong."

"Master Fakong..." Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "Senior Monk Yuande also has a relationship with Master Fakong?"

"Master Fakong and I are close friends and know each other well," Monk Yuande said slowly, "so I can't just sit back and watch your sect's affairs, so I came here to help."

"Thank you, Master." Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said, "But..."

"Shenjianfeng has always behaved with a strong and domineering temper, which cannot be changed," Monk Yuande said warmly: "This time, he is indeed bullying the weak."

"But as for the Great Miaolian Temple and Divine Sword Peak..." Ning Zhenzhen looked embarrassed: "Master, I'm afraid it's better not to get involved."

Monk Yuande smiled.

The Jade Butterfly Sect is now in a life-or-death situation. Facing the coming rescue, it refuses. This is obviously a pretense.

Ning Zhenzhen said with embarrassment: "If there is no Master Fakong, we would like to have the help of the Great Miaolian Temple, but since the master is a friend of Master Fakong, we cannot harm the Great Myoulian Temple and harm you, Master."

Monk Yuande said: "Sect Master Mo thinks that our Great Miaolian Temple cannot protect your sect, right?"

"The Great Miaolian Temple is naturally stronger than the Divine Sword Peak." Ning Zhenzhen said.

Monk Yuande smiled and said nothing.

This is obvious. Everyone knows that although Divine Sword Peak is strong, it is by no means a match for the Great Miaolian Temple.

"But the Great Miaolian Temple can protect us for a while, but it cannot protect us for a lifetime." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head and said: "The strength of the Jade Butterfly Sect is indeed too weak. After all, it will not be able to escape the destruction of the Divine Sword Peak."

Monk Yuande said: "If you can protect me for a while, it is a temporary thing. Things are unpredictable. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. It's good to have a clear conscience today."

"Okay, that little lady won't refuse. I'm very grateful." Ning Zhenzhen said solemnly: "I wonder what we should do?"

Monk Yuande said: "I wonder if we can find a courtyard here. We are temporarily hospitalized."

"That couldn't be better." Ning Zhenzhen said with a smile: "With the master personally in charge, how dare the masters of Divine Sword Peak be so presumptuous!"

Without looking at the monk's face or the Buddha's face, no matter how rampant the Divine Sword Peak was, they would not dare to directly attack the monks of the Great Miaolian Temple.

More importantly, the eminent monks of the Great Myoulian Temple sit here, which shows their attitude of protecting the Jade Butterfly Sect. If Shenjian Peak takes action again, it will be against the Great Myoulian Temple.

Monk Yuande smiled.

This is the simplest way.

They came here to take charge, not to fight with the masters of Divine Sword Peak, but to intimidate and force the disciples of Divine Sword Peak back.

Let Shenjian Peak retreat when faced with difficulties, and the goal will be achieved.

At the beginning, I brought four senior brothers with me. Later, I could continue to reduce the number of people until there was only one person.

In the end, no one even needs to be there.

If Divine Sword Peak knew what was going on, they would naturally not be entangled anymore and swallow this breath.

As long as the elders of Shenjian Peak dare not take action, the opportunity to practice sword techniques will be cut off.

If the elders of Shenjian Peak cannot master the sword skills, their mentality will not be too arrogant and they will not dare to challenge the status of the Great Miaolian Temple.

So in the final analysis, my group is not only helping the Jade Butterfly Sect, but also helping the Great Miaolian Temple itself. Together, we can benefit both sides.

"Master, if there is only one courtyard, wouldn't it be too cramped? It would be better to have five courtyards."

"It doesn't have to be like that, it would be too intrusive."

"good."

Ning Zhenzhen asked Ding Xingqing to arrange a courtyard for Monk Yuande and his party to live.

Ding Xingqing looked at Monk Yuande and the others in surprise and hurriedly prepared.