Taoist Master, Stop Fighting. The Heavenly Path Is Almost Destroyed

There are only two paths to quickly become stronger, the source point and the crimson point.

The former improves the four-dimensional data, and the latter deduces to improve the state of the technique. Unfortunately, these two paths are not so easy to follow.

Take Crimson Dots as an example, you can get Crimson Dots by killing evil spirits, but this is also a risky business. If you get involved without doing a good risk assessment, you may risk not making any money from Crimson Dots and getting yourself involved.

And those ancient artifacts containing crimson dots are not so good.

So far, he has obtained a total of three special items containing crimson value, namely the jade finger ring from Yinlong Temple that has been passed down for thousands of years, the "Corpse Sutra" from Shi Shoufu, and the jade tablet from Lao Tianshi.

These three items have one thing in common, that is, they have been used by practitioners for a long time and have been sculpted by time.

This commonality alone has put an end to Yi Chen's idea of ​​searching all over the world for antiquities mixed with crimson dots, not to mention that he is too poor to collect anything.

You can't dig up the graves of Yinlongguan's ancestors to see if they can sell anything.

hiss!

It was really a decision that went against our ancestors.

After Yi Chen thought about it for a while, he still didn't dare to be such a filial son. He was afraid that his master Bai Yunzi would come out of the urn and strangle him to death.

"Oh, it's a pity that I promised the master not to commit adultery and to practice benevolence and righteousness, otherwise I have a hundred ways to become a rich man, a hundred ways!" Yi Chen sighed regretfully.

If he was particularly rich, he could collect antiques to try to get lucky, but unfortunately he only had 310 taels of silver.

The tail of the ten taels of silver was still the incense silver he had reserved for his ancestor.

After all, if it hadn't been for him, Zhang Capotou wouldn't have donated twenty taels to the Taoist temple, so Yi Chen felt that the twenty taels were 50-50 compared to the Patriarch, which was reasonable.

"Three hundred and one taels of silver seems like a lot, but there may not be much to do. Junior brother Qingyunzi is now at the critical stage of transforming pure Yang inner energy into pure Yang true power. He needs to take supplements, and he is even more of a loser. Everything costs money..."

After some thinking, there was only one last way left.

Stimulate the physical body through exercise to obtain source points, and become a saint with attributes and abilities.

"Forget it, just suffer a little bit, you won't survive without going crazy." Yi Chen gritted his steel teeth and decided to give himself a whole big life starting tomorrow.

…

…

The next day, the sun was shining brightly.

Not far from Yinlong Temple, there is a place called Zhuilongtan. The water in the pool is so deep that the bottom cannot be seen.

Mountain spring water pours down from a height of more than 20 meters, splashing as high as a person.

At this time, a tall, bare-chested man was standing upstream of the spring water, holding a large millstone and taking deep breaths.

Looking at the mountains and rivers whizzing down and hitting the deep pool, Yi Chen watched from a high place, feeling a little hairy in his heart.

But he had no choice. The red mark on his chest was like a sword of Damocles, hanging above his head, reminding him all the time that if he didn't get stronger quickly, he would die.

"Damn it, if you're not ruthless, you won't be able to stand firm, so let's fight."

Yi Chen gritted his teeth, hugged the stone mill and jumped towards the Falling Dragon Pond.

People are forced out.

This sentence is true whether it is demonstrated from a physiological or philosophical perspective.

If it were before, he would not have given himself such a harsh job. The prisoner fitness triathlon and other tasks were already the limit of his efforts, but now he can no longer do it.

He needs strength, and he desires to become stronger.

After experiencing the strengthening of Pure Yang Kung twice, he was able to support this attempt without killing himself.

boom!

Yi Chen jumped down and hit the deep pool surface hard, causing waves several meters high.

Then, holding the stone mill in his arms, he sank straight to the bottom of the pool.

The huge water pressure constantly challenged his physiological limits. When he jumped, the parts of his body that were in contact with the water were in sharp pain, and his lungs were also burning.

The lavender pure yang inner energy on his body is running at an extremely fast speed, swelling all over his body to resist the pressure coming from the surrounding area.

He held the stone mill and slowly squatted up and down at the bottom of the pool...

Time passes slowly.

Yi Chen spent seconds at the bottom of the pool like years.

One second.

Ten seconds.

one cent.

Three points.

Five points.

Despite his amazing physique, under this inhuman torture, after five minutes, Yi Chen could no longer hold on. He kicked off his feet and rushed out of the water with the stone mill in hand.

Huh.

Huh.

As soon as he came out of the water, Yi Chen collapsed on the edge of the pool like a dead snake, gasping for air.

The lungs are rapidly expanding and contracting like bellows.

He felt like every part of his body was aching and aching. Fortunately, he was in amazing shape now and had extremely strong recovery power, so he could hold on.

After resting for ten minutes, Yi Chen returned to the original place holding Shi Mo in his arms.

"Hell, shall I blanch you?"

"Ah...!" The very well-educated Daochang Yi closed his eyes and jumped down again.

The depth charges continued.

If you don't push yourself, you won't know where your limits are.

As long as you can't play to death, play to death.

Yi Chen was stimulating his body crazily like this. At the same time, he remembered every pain he suffered on the head of the underworld, diving like a madman and cursing at the same time.

Every time Yi Chen felt that he could no longer hold on, he would dodge the half-stretched body and butt of the colorful tiger, and endless motivation would emerge in his heart.

…..

Hidden Dragon Temple, back kitchen.

Qingyunzi cooked a roast chicken, ten pounds of braised pork, and two small plates of green vegetables. He then called Qingfeng and Mingyue and ordered them to find his senior brother and come back for dinner.

Not long after, the two little ones came back crying.

"Second Senior Brother, something serious has happened. Senior Brother has gone crazy."

When Qingyunzi heard what the two little ones said, he couldn't help but become anxious.

"You fart, Senior Brother was fine when he went out, how could you go crazy?"

"Didn't Senior Brother say that we should go to practice by the Falling Dragon Pond?"

Qingfeng wiped away her tears and said intermittently: "Second Senior Brother, Big... Senior Brother was really crazy. He held a stone mill and jumped down from a height of more than 20 meters. After a while, water appeared on the surface. Paopao, I’ve been waiting for a long time and I haven’t seen the senior brother come up.”

Mingyue nodded hurriedly and added: "Yes, I prove that what Junior Brother Qingfeng said is true. I can see it clearly from a distance."

Qingyunzi is numb...

Qingfeng Mingyue led the team, and the trio rushed towards the Dragon Falling Pond non-stop.

Yi Chen lay limply on the rocks around the Falling Dragon Pond. He opened his eyelids with difficulty and saw three figures rushing towards him.

He struggled to sit up and said to the three of them: "Junior brother, what happened?"

"Why do you all feel like your butts are on fire?"

Qingyunzi glanced at Yi Chen with a strange expression: "Elder brother, are you okay?"

"Qingfeng and Mingyue came over to ask you to come back for dinner. They came back crying and said you were crazy. They scared us to death."

? ? ?

Yi Chen was a little confused. Why am I crazy?

"Fart, I was practicing." He mustered up his remaining strength and stood up like a carp.

"You guys watch, I'm not crazy, I'll show you one more time."

Qingyunzi, Qingfeng, Mingyue and Mingyue opened their mouths in astonishment and watched Yi Chen holding the millstone and jumping down from a high place, splashing water into the sky. After a while, a head emerged from the water.

"Do you understand? This is my practice, my practice!"

The three of them wiped the sweat from their foreheads and stared dumbfounded.

…

At night, the sky is full of stars.

In the wing where Qingfeng Mingyue lived, Qingfeng opened a blank book and was writing a diary rapidly.

Qingli, eighth year, October 5th.

The eldest brother is probably crazy. Today he held Shi Mo and danced in the Falling Dragon Pond for a whole day. He also said in a daze that he was practicing and was a brand new version that we have never seen before.

During dinner, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold the chopsticks steady, and he even broke a bowl, which looked very scary.

I think Senior Brother is lying, I have never seen anyone practicing like this.

Senior brother is always lying. Last time he even tricked me into bringing candied haws.

In the evening, I saw that some of the fat fish in the Dragon Pool were turned white. We had a full fish feast tonight, and I kind of understood.

Could it be that Senior Brother is frying fish?

It's so fun to catch a fish. It's really a brand new version we haven't seen before. Senior brother, you are worthy of it.

Also, the whole fish dinner tonight was delicious.