Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

Li Qingshan flew all the way, changed directions several times, and went around a big circle before returning to Qingshan Village.

After seven years, he was no longer the simple mountain village boy. He had the indomitable spirit of a sword cultivator, and also learned the caution and caution that a cultivator should have.

Qingshan Village was still so quiet and peaceful. Seven years had passed, and there was no change. Time seemed to have solidified in this village.

The Li family was still the same as before, with blue brick and stone walls and a few brick and tile houses. It was like the wealthy families in Qingshan Village, and it didn't look like a wealthy family at all.

Li Qingshan wanted to build the most luxurious house in Yunrui County for his parents, but was rejected by Li Dalong and his wife.

Compared with glory and wealth, they prefer this kind of plain and quiet happiness.

When Li Qingshan descended the light of escape in the yard, it was dusk, and Li Dalong and his wife were having dinner.

Still under the big locust tree, the two sat in front of a square table with several dishes on the table, both meat and vegetables, holding porcelain bowls and chewing slowly.

This may be the only change for them. Li Dalong no longer needs to go into the mountains to hunt, and Li Mishi no longer needs to weave cloth, and their appetites have decreased a lot.

It has been nearly twenty years since Chen Yuan accepted Li Qingshan as his apprentice.

Both of them are over sixty years old, but they still have black hair, few wrinkles on their faces, smooth skin, bright eyes, and strong spirits. They are much younger than before and look only about forty years old.

Li Qingshan knows that it is thanks to the two pills given by the master that his parents can be free from all diseases, healthy, and live a long life.

He is very grateful to the master, not only because of the master's grace of teaching, but also because under the protection of the master, he can stay at home without worries to practice, accompany his parents, and fulfill his filial piety, instead of running around for a little spiritual stone like other casual cultivators.

Before building the foundation, he hardly left Qingshan Village. He just meditated and practiced sword every day, and felt the magical power of splitting light and transforming shadows.

The storage bag that the master left for him contained more than 60 low-grade spirit stones, two high-grade magic tools, and several bottles of late-stage Qi Refining elixirs.

When he was short of elixirs, he would use spirit stones to buy them. When the spirit stones were used up, he would sell the high-grade magic tools in exchange for spirit stones, and then sell elixirs. This was enough for him to cultivate to the peak of the tenth level of Qi Refining.

He didn't need to worry about the foundation-building pill. The master left him a foundation-building pill. With his spiritual roots, the foundation-building was a natural process and he succeeded in one go.

If it were an ordinary casual cultivator, there would be no such sufficient cultivation resources, and he would have left home long ago.

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Li Dalong and his wife were very surprised to see Li Qingshan coming back. Li Mi stood up and said, "Tiezhu is back. Mother will get you a bowl."

Li Dalong smiled and pointed to the stool opposite the square table, "Tiezhu, sit down!"

Li Qingshan had already been fasting for a long time, but he still sat down. He took the bowl and chopsticks handed over by Li Mi, picked up a piece of greasy bacon, put it in his mouth, and took a mouthful of rice. They all tasted familiar.

"Tiezhu, how come you came back so quickly after going into the mountains this time? Are you not hurt?" Li Qingshan ate heartily, but Li Dalong put down his bowl and chopsticks and asked with concern.

In the past, Li Qingshan would take several months to come back after entering the Qingkang Mountains, but this time he was only gone for less than a month, which inevitably made him worried.

A trace of worry flashed in Li Mi's eyes. She and Li Dalong both knew that Li Qingshan went to the mountains to hunt monsters.

The legend of the monster beast in the Qingkang Mountains has been passed down for thousands of years, and it has long been enough to stop children from crying at night. Even though Li Qingshan is a cultivator, it still worries the two of them.

Li Qingshan swallowed a mouthful of food and smiled, "Dad, Mom, it's okay. I hunted a tiger monster this time, so I came back early. Let's eat."

The two of them were relieved and continued to eat. The family chatted and their laughter floated in the lazy air of dusk, drifting farther and farther, disappearing in the magnificent sunset.

After dinner, Li Qingshan returned to his room, meditated and practiced to restore his true essence.

He planned to go to a market four hundred miles away tomorrow to exchange the materials of the demon pill in his hand for spirit stones, and then buy pills for practice.

The next morning, the sky was dim, and Li Qingshan's true essence was fully restored, and he quietly walked out of the door.

Li Dalong and his wife were still sleeping soundly, and he didn't intend to disturb them. He flew into the air with the escape light.

But just as he flew a hundred feet away, he heard a shout: "Daoyou, please stay!"

Li Qingshan's heart trembled, and he looked back, only to see two escape lights flying from a distance, at a fast speed, stopping a hundred feet away, revealing two figures.

The two men were dressed as Confucian scholars, one of whom he did not recognize, but the other was Feng Yongyan, who had competed with him for the tiger demon pill yesterday.

Feng Yongyan held a sable in his left hand, lazily lying on his arm, with dense and thick fur, and a thick tail swaying gently, and his dark eyes were looking at Li Qingshan curiously.

"You run quite fast, and you deliberately change direction, which made me and my senior brother spend a lot of effort, but even if you run to the ends of the earth, you can't escape the nose of this sable!" Feng Yongyan caressed the sable lovingly, stared at Li Qingshan, and sneered.

Li Qingshan's mind flashed back to the inexplicable light pink fragrance from yesterday, and his face darkened: "Is there something strange about that fragrance?"

Feng Yongyan said proudly: "Let me teach you a lesson, that is called beauty fragrance, once you are infected with the fragrance of beauty fragrance, it will not fade away for three days. If I, Diao'er, smell it again, I guarantee that you will not be able to escape!"

Another young Confucian scholar shouted: "Why did you insult my White Deer Academy?"

This man has a square appearance and is full of inspiration. Like Feng Yongyan, he is also a monk in the middle stage of foundation building. He is upright and outstanding.

Li Qingshan's expression turned cold when he saw that the two men were coming with bad intentions: "I have never insulted White Deer Academy, but this fellow Daoist Feng wanted to forcefully buy the third-level demon pill from me with ten low-grade spiritual stones. "

The young Confucian scholar was stunned, turned to look at Feng Yongyan, frowned and said: "Junior brother Feng, is what this fellow Taoist said true?"

Feng Yongyan stroked the sable and smiled: "This man is a slanderer. Senior Brother Cheng cannot be bewitched by him. I am not short of spiritual stones. How can I only give ten low-grade spiritual stones for a third-level demon pill?"

The young Confucian scholar nodded, turned back, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, Junior Brother Feng may be a bit dandy on weekdays, but he has no shortage of spiritual stones in his hands, and he will not snatch your demon pill by force."

"Fellow Taoist must give Cheng an explanation today. We at White Deer Academy will never allow others to insult you!"

Li Qingshan saw that this person was aggressive and must be the same as Feng Yongyan, so he sneered: "What if I don't want to give an explanation?"

The young Confucian scholar said calmly: "That's impossible to say. Cheng can only punish him!"

He touched the storage bag, took out a writing brush, raised his hand to make a seal, and shouted: "Go!"

The writing brush streaked through the air, and dozens of ink-colored sharp blades flew out, slashing at Li Qingshan.

This brush has a sparkling aura, and like Feng Yongyan's brush, it is a top-grade spiritual weapon.

"Senior Brother Cheng, this person is very difficult to deal with. Let me help you!" Feng Yongyan flicked his storage bag with his right hand, took out the brush and pointed it at Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan's heart sank. Both of them had higher cultivation than him, and they even attacked together. It would be difficult for them to be kind today.

But he is a sword cultivator, who specializes in cultivating a sword heart. He moves forward without any fear, even in the face of a crisis. He immediately uses the flying sword, raises his hand to make a seal, and separates three sword shadows, making a total of four flying swords. Welcoming him.

The young Confucian scholar's face darkened: "Three sword shadows? The method is not weak, no wonder you dare to insult my White Deer Academy!"

As soon as the technique in his hand changed, the brush swelled up in the wind and turned into a foot long, shaped like a dagger. He waved it continuously, as if a scholar was writing wild cursive with the brush. The tip of the brush was arbitrary, and countless ink blades flew out, covering the sky and the earth.

With Senior Brother Cheng by his side, Feng Yongyan felt courageous. He shot the brush at Li Qingshan very fast, like a flying sword.

But when the brush flew in front of Li Qingshan, it was blocked by the flying sword itself, and they were entangled together, making it difficult to separate them.

Feng Yongyan did not practice magical powers, and he had never cultivated a spiritual weapon. The brush was dull and stiff. Although it was a top-grade spiritual weapon, it could not break through the flying sword blockade.

The remaining three sword shadows moved vertically and horizontally, weaving into a large net of sword light, wiping out all the flying ink blades.

Li Qingshan faced the siege of two people and could only defend and was unable to fight back.

Although he is a sword cultivator, he is just a beginner in foundation building after all. His cultivation level is low, and the flying sword in his hand is only a low-grade spiritual weapon. Under the siege of two mid-stage foundation building monks, it is not easy to remain undefeated.

However, three sword shadows were differentiated at the same time, and the real energy consumption was too great. After a hundred breaths, Li Qingshan's real energy was almost exhausted.

The large net woven by the sword light shrank a lot, almost sticking to his body.

The three sword shadows began to become illusory and seemed likely to disappear at any time.

Swordsmanship focuses on moving forward in an unstoppable manner, moving vertically and horizontally. He is not good at defending, let alone fighting for a long time.

No matter how inexperienced Feng Yongyan was in fighting, he could tell that Li Qingshan was about to lose. He laughed and said, "So what if you are a swordsman? If you dare to insult my White Deer Academy, you will die without a burial today!"

He was very proud and looked at Li Qingshan with contempt in his eyes.

Yesterday, he was frightened away by Li Qingshan's flying sword. He was so ashamed and angry that he took out the beauty incense and let Li Qingshan get the fragrance.

This beauty incense is a strange thing, colorless and odorless, and extremely difficult to detect. Feng Yongyan specially uses it to track down the beautiful women he likes, abduct them, and perform sexual intercourse with them.

After escaping from the valley, he informed Senior Brother Cheng, who supervised his hunt for monsters in the mountains, about this incident. He also lied that Li Qingshan had made rude remarks and insulted White Deer Academy, and asked Senior Brother Cheng to take action.

This Senior Brother Cheng abides by Confucianism, is upright, and is upright, so he was sent by Feng Yongyan's enemy in the prison to supervise him, but he was persuaded by Feng Yongyan instead.

Although Senior Brother Cheng was disdainful of Feng Yongyan's past actions, he also knew that he was not short of spiritual stones and did not believe that he would forcefully buy the demon pill with ten low-grade spiritual stones.

But little did he know that a wanton dude like Feng Yongyan was used to bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, and even took pleasure in bullying others.

When encountering a large number of monks who cannot be offended, they will do everything possible to please them.

But if you encounter casual cultivators with no background, you will bully them to death without leaving any room for them.

Even if he had no shortage of spiritual stones, he would snatch the demon pills by force instead of giving them to lowly casual cultivators.

Senior Brother Cheng frowned and said: "Junior Brother Feng, this person just made rude remarks. We can just punish him. There is no need to take his life."

Feng Yongyan turned a deaf ear, flicked his storage bag, took out a golden arrow for throwing pots, and threw it out!

He has already become enemies with this sword cultivator, how can he let him go?

The golden arrow is also a high-grade spiritual weapon. It turns into a golden stream of light and shoots at Li Qingshan at a speed no less than that of a flying sword.

Li Qingshan tried his best to resist the attack of the two men, but he had no strength left to resist and could only watch the golden arrows flying.

The figures of his father, mother, and sister flashed through his mind, as did his master's earnest teachings. His eyes widened, staring at the golden arrow, and a strong resentment and unwillingness welled up in his heart.

He must not die here. He still wants to pursue the great way. He wants to fly the sword above the nine heavens, to kill the dragon and Kun fish mentioned in the master's story, to go to the strange and mysterious Jueling Island, and to travel all over the Jiuxianzhou!

Li Qingshan's hand formula changed, and he shouted angrily: "Split!"

The flying sword that was entangled with the sheep's hair brush flashed, and a sword shadow separated and slashed towards the golden arrow!

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing was heard, and the sword shadow flew backwards, and the golden arrow just slowed down a little.

Li Qingshan's true energy was insufficient, and although he separated the fourth sword shadow, it was of no avail.

Li Qingshan smiled bitterly. He had tried his best, but in the end, two fists could not beat four hands.

But at this moment, a clever fire crow fell from the sky and grabbed the golden arrow in one bite.

"White Deer Academy? How dare you!" With a scolding, a cultivator fell from the sky and landed in front of Li Qingshan.

He raised his hand and waved it. A strong wind blew past, blowing away thousands of ink blades. The three top-grade spiritual weapons flew back, their spiritual light dimmed, but Li Qingshan's flying sword was safe and sound.

A strong pressure spread out, and Feng Yongyan and the young scholar both spit out blood, their faces pale, and looked at the person who suddenly appeared in horror.

A Jindan cultivator, or a Jindan late cultivator!

Li Qingshan heard this familiar voice and saw this familiar figure, and he couldn't help but open his eyes wide, with a look of surprise on his face: "Master!" (End of this chapter)