Maximum level of comprehension: guarding the treasury for twenty years

Shaking his head, Zhou Yi kept his mind clear and then returned to the bamboo house.

But Zhou Yi didn't expect that the door of the bamboo house would be there.

The little white cat was squatting there and scratching the door with its two little paws. It must be that there was something urgent about finding Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi hurried forward, and after looking around, he saw that the kitten was not scratching the door, but writing.

[Why have you disappeared these days? I'm almost starving]

Zhou Yi twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a doting smile, and then imitated the little white cat and talked to it using words.

[Sorry, I was studying the exercises, immersed in them, and forgot about time]

The little white cat's cheeks were bulging and its eyes were staring at Zhou Yi. If it wasn't just a baby and had no experience in hunting and catching food, how could it possibly talk to Zhou Yi like this.

But there is no other way. There is only one person and one cat in this ancestral temple. The little white cat has no idea that there is another ancestor Zhou Xianxiang in this ancestral temple. However, he has closed his life and let the wind and rain blow outside. , He will not be woken up even if the clouds rise or fall.

[It’s been 5 days, can you get me something to eat? ]

The little white cat opened his mouth and wrote on the ground with an angry face.

After seeing it, Zhou Yi showed an apologetic smile and replied to it.

[sorry ]

That's right, Zhou Yi didn't take it into consideration, and he didn't expect that it would take so much time to meditate on the technique this time.

The little white cat is just a baby. It doesn't matter if it gets hungry or thirsty or gets angry with itself.

It was just like this that Zhou Yi felt that the little white cat had slowly accepted him. At least it knew that Zhou Yi would not do anything to it.

That’s why it only thinks of Zhouyi when it has nothing to eat or drink, and it doesn’t care whether it is in danger!

Although Zhou Yi could feel that the little white cat was very angry, Zhou Yi was very happy in his heart. After all, this could be considered an improvement.

The little white cat felt a little strange when he saw Zhou Yi apologizing to himself.

Didn’t expect this powerful man to be so humble? Will you still apologize to yourself?

At the beginning, the little white cat wanted to scold Zhou Yi and mock him, but when he saw Zhou Yi saying sorry to him repeatedly, he felt a little guilty for his previous behavior, so he had to cover his face and ran back to his small bamboo house. .

Originally, Zhou Yi had no ill intentions towards him at all, and he kept such a low profile. This time it was just an accident, so there was no need to hold on to him.

Then I thought about it, my little white cat should be the one making trouble unreasonably, right?

Zhou Yi looked at the little white cat in the bamboo house, walked towards it slowly, and then wrote on the ground again.

[Okay, don’t worry, I’ll get you something to eat right away]

When the little white cat saw what Zhou Yi had written, it gave a soft "meow" and stared at Zhou Yi's figure who turned around and walked further and further away.

In fact, it doesn't want to have any kind of relationship with Zhou Yi, or have any feelings of dependence.

Since he was little, before he was born, his mother told him that humans are bad guys and it is best not to have any entanglements with humans.

But the little white cat can't even hide now, because it needs to eat and drink.

"Okay, I'll just have another contact with a human. After he satisfies my food and drink, I won't be so close to him again."

The kitten thought to himself, curled his lips, and waited for Zhou Yi to send it back food.

Zhou Yi came back and got some spiritual fruits and hare springs for the little white cat. After roasting them specially, the little white cat ate them.

It wasn't until the little white cat's belly became round after eating that it patted its belly, lay on its back on the ground, and stretched out comfortably.

Zhou Yi looked at it, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Then he wrote a line of words on the ground.

[Little white cat, why don’t you learn the method of cultivation from me? ]

The little white cat was lying lazily, but suddenly saw Zhou Yi writing on the ground, and glanced at him unintentionally, which made him tremble all over.

At the same time, there is not so much resistance to Zhouyi.

When it was in its mother's belly, her mother had been nourishing its body with spiritual energy, but she had not taught it how to practice. Could it be that Zhou Yi was going to be its master this year?

After thinking for a long time, the little white cat swooped back to his bamboo house.

There was no answer or rejection to Zhou Yi's suggestion.

Zhou Yi watched it leave in a hurry, feeling helpless.

It seems that the little white cat still has a lot of resistance to him, and the reason why he came to find him is probably because he had nothing to eat or drink during his absence, so he developed this instinct.

But all this does not mean that Zhou Yi has really gained the trust of the little white cat!

"Don't worry, little white cat, I will definitely gain your trust."

Zhou Yi did not give up, nor did he have any other emotions towards the little white cat. He believed that as long as time passed, one person and one cat could coexist peacefully and become friends.

Dugu Nine Swords!

Although Dugu Nine Swords is the name of the sword manual, it also contains cultivation techniques.

But after Dugu Qiubai created Dugu Nine Swords, he did not practice it.

5,000 years ago, humans fought against each other, and Saint suffered heavy casualties and survived.

No one knows whether the Saints are still alive after those serious injuries, and no one knows where they went.

So Saint's guidance is missing.

The road ahead is blocked!

After 5,000 years, no one can truly reach the realm of Saint. Those old monsters are also helpless and unwilling, and have no choice but to wait for the day of their own death and dissipate with their injustice.

No matter how powerful the immortal warrior is, no matter how powerful his cultivation is, he can only live for ten thousand years.

This is the law of this world, and no one can break it.

The strong men of the Supreme Realm can only live for about 3,000 years in this world.

Fortunately, this world has all kinds of natural treasures and spiritual pills, so some old monsters can rely on medicine to hang on to their lives.

But if you can't break through immortality and become a Saint, all this will be in vain.

Although the body will not decay, the soul is already old and decaying, and death is inevitable.

"Saint Saint, even senior Wu Shang and senior Dugu Qiufei have not broken through. Is this a hindrance to everyone? Will there be no more Saints in 5,000 years?"

Zhou Yi muttered softly, with some doubts in his eyes.

"And what I don't understand is why the road ahead is cut off? Doesn't anyone know how to walk on the Saint's Road?"

You must know how prosperous this world was 5,000 years ago. At that time, there were even strong men from the Emperor Realm.

But unexpectedly, after 5,000 years, even immortality would be rare, and Saint would become a legendary existence.

What happened?

And who cut off the way forward?

Who can tell?

Zhou Yi lowered his eyes, his mind spinning rapidly. In fact, many old monsters have thought deeply about this question, but no one knows why, and there is no answer.

The day flies by in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Yi has been comprehending the Nine Swords of Dugu, and at this time it can be regarded as a subtle state.

Until evening, Zhou Yi held a branch in his hand on the top of the mountain in front of the bamboo house, and slowly used the Dugu Nine Swords.

If outsiders saw it, they would think Zhou Yi was just playing around, because his movements looked like children playing around, without any power at all.

But only a true master can understand what kind of existence Zhou Yi is now?

With every move he made, the sky and the earth changed color, and the sun and moon dimmed. This is what a true genius can do!

"He is practicing again?".

The little white cat looked directly at Zhou Yi who was dancing his sword outside through the window in the small bamboo house.

In fact, why doesn’t the little white cat not want to embark on the path of spiritual practice?

Originally, it had been in the mother's belly for 100 years, and was infused with extremely powerful spiritual energy by the mother, so that its inheritance cannot be unraveled now. It has to wait until it reaches adulthood and transforms into a human form, then it can begin to practice.

When Zhou Yi wanted to teach the little white cat how to practice spiritual practice today, he was actually particularly interested in it.

But at the same time, it is somewhat resistant to humans and does not want to cause too many entanglements.

After hesitating for a long time, he gave up the idea of ​​practicing with Zhou Yi.

But the scene in front of him really shocked the little white cat.

"Practice... practice."

What a noble thing it is! How many people have reached the top of the world by relying on the method of cultivation, and have been living happily ever since, wielding swords in the world.

The little white cat rolled his eyes in the bamboo house and had an idea in his mind.

So this ancestral temple has such a scene.

The little white cat is imitating Zhouyi outside the house in a decent manner.

Zhou Yi, on the other hand, deliberately slowed down his movements so that the little white cat could keep up with his progress.

One person and one cat.

One outside and one inside.

One light and one dark.

In this way, two different species developed a master-disciple relationship.