Zhusheng walked into the dimly lit corridor, and the loud sound of a huge rock falling to the ground behind her sounded, isolating the red dust outside the valley from her.
Her steps paused, and after a moment of silence, she continued on her way.
Walking through the long road, there was light in front of me, and the eyes suddenly opened up.
The leaves outside the valley have fallen until autumn, but the valley is surrounded by mountains because of the low terrain, blocking the cold air flow, and the grass and trees are still sparse, and the summer is not over.
There were few people here, and Zhusheng watched a deer run in front of her alive, and ran back, looking at her curiously, not afraid of people at all.
"From now on, I will be with you."
She whispered, reaching for the fawn's neck.
The fawn was startled and ran away.
Ran into the distance and stopped to look at her.
Here, Zhusheng no longer has to worry about scaring the people around him if he doesn't eat or drink for many days of continuous cultivation.
She walked deep into the valley, where a narrow waterfall hung on the wall, and the water splashed.
There is a small stone pool below, the water color is blue and blue, clear and pure like jade.
Zhusheng found a flat rock next to the waterhole, and the rock wall was slanted out to shelter the wind and rain.
Takesheng sits cross-legged on a boulder, facing a waterfall pool.
Over the years, she has always been surrounded by a lot of people.
Some are dead, some are far away, some are gone, but as long as there is a gap, there will always be new people who want to drill into her.
From morning to night, from opening her eyes to closing them, all she saw were people.
Only, the person she wanted to see the most was gone.
Bo Chang, I am not as good as you.
Zhusheng looked at the clear pool water and thought silently.
Fan Bo often said that he has no regrets in this life, but Zhusheng can't help but regret it.
He has crossed the hurdle of his previous life, but he has encountered all kinds of unwillingness and unwillingness in this life.
In this white life, even if she holds the world, she is not more successful than in her previous life.
Because of Fan Bochang's death, all kinds of memories that she wanted to forget, suppressed, and hated were surging like she had lost her shackles, urging her temples to turn gray and her life to wither.
This is precisely the reason why I was entangled in red dust and dyed my state of mind.
Why did she become an emperor, she still doesn't really feel relaxed because in this world, there is a big Jiuhuan in addition to the small Jiuhuan, and there is a great avenue above the royal power.
It was only Cang Pupil, who used to be a monk in the Void Realm, that told her, Chop.
It's time to cut off the edge of the dust and concentrate on the road.
Zhusheng looked at the waterhole, passing through the past and faces one by one in his mind.
She thought of the person who understood her, the hands she had shaken.
No matter how much she didn't want to, she had to let go of his hand in the end.
Zhusheng finally closed his eyes and practiced in meditation.
The aura between heaven and earth penetrated her skin and penetrated into her body, so that she did not need to eat or drink, and she did not have to rest.
It feels as comfortable as being immersed in warm water and as refreshing as a breeze.
When I opened my eyes again, the grass and trees on the edge of the pond were withered and yellow, and the small beasts were running around to save food for the winter.
The dew on the boulder stained the corners of her clothes.
Zhusheng looked at the stain and made a "purification trick".
Back then, in Lianyang Peak, she had read books that had tried many spells, but she had never succeeded.
The mudras and mantras of those spells were gradually forgotten.
The only thing that can still be remembered is the most basic technique.
It's just that in the past, she was surrounded by everyone, and when she changed her clothes, she was taken by the maid, and she never used this spell.
Now that he is away from Hongchen and has no maids, this pure trick finally has a place to use.
I can't help but think of the bamboo house in the middle of Lianyang Peak in the past, and the restless female disciple at her request, rolled her eyes and cleaned her clothes and bedding with a clean technique, and sat under the porch shaking her feet and knocking melon seeds to watch her dry her clothes.
After all these years, that girl should have left the Changtian Sect by now, returned to the mundane world she wanted to return to, and lived the good life he wanted to live Takesheng smiled slightly and closed his eyes again.
When I opened my eyes again, I was covered in silver.
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The waterfall had frozen and hung on the rock wall.
The stone pool is condensed, like a mirror, reflecting the sun.
The little beasts didn't know where to hide for the winter, and the valley was quiet.
Zhusheng stood up, walked into the snow, and wickedly stepped out two lines of footprints on a piece of pure white snow without a trace.
She smiled lightly.
On this day, she did not cultivate, but stepped on the snow everywhere in the valley, leaving her footprints.
She even built a snowman, and then set up a small stove next to the snowman and cooked tea to enjoy the snow.
After this day, she really calmed down and stopped thinking about the red dust outside the valley.
Her children have grown up, and her country has a minister of humerus.
There is nothing in this world that she can't let go, and her heart is finally focused on the avenue.
Ever since it was devoured by her, the samadhi fire had turned into tiny particles and scattered all over her body.
In her cultivation, she found that those particle-like fires were gradually eaten away and disappeared.
It seems that the food she eats in her stomach is digested and absorbed, and it has really turned into her flesh and blood.
But the transformation of spiritual power into immortal power has never stopped.
A lot of spiritual power can only be transformed into a very small amount of immortal power.
This makes Zhusheng's cultivation always have a feeling of "not having enough to eat".
If it weren't for the change of seasons, wind, frost, rain and snow, the passage of time would almost have been felt in cultivation.
Zhu Sheng can now deeply understand why those disciples of the Changtian Sect can maintain their hearts like teenagers, because time has not carved annual rings in their hearts.
One day, Zhu Sheng opened his eyes and routinely wanted to clean his clothes with a clean technique, but found that the boulder was dry and his clothes were clean.
There is spiritual power around the body that works naturally, so that the dust does not fall and the dew does not get wet.
It is because of this that the person who cultivates the truth looks like he is floating out of the dust, so he has a "fairy spirit".
Although his body was not dirty, Zhusheng saw that the grass and trees in the valley were flourishing, the wild flowers were fragrant, and the jade-colored water surface in the small stone pool was clear and lovely, so he took off his clothes and bathed in it.
When I was washing my long hair, I saw that my hair was as black as ink, and I bent down to look at the reflection in the water, and the eyes of the woman in the reflection were bright, and the corners of her eyes and forehead were gone.
Her mood has been resolved, and the "decay" has receded.
I don't know when Zhusheng began to feel the thinness of the aura, and her feeling of "not having enough to eat" became stronger and stronger.
Finally, one day, she remembered that there were still a lot of spirit stones in her arm.
Since it was refined, it had become a ring of blue patterns on the arm, like a tattoo on the skin.
Zhusheng took out a spiritual stone from the space, held it in his hand, and cultivated with the spiritual power in it, and finally had the feeling of "full" again.
She held the spirit stone until the spiritual power in it was absorbed, and the spirit stone turned into an ordinary jade with a dry and hard texture.
Since then, Zhusheng has used spirit stones to assist in cultivation.
Zhusheng has actually been very confused about his own realm.
People cultivate and cultivate, successfully introduce qi into the body, enter the realm of qi refining, and then build the foundation, then the golden pill, then the yuan baby, and then the void, and then the Tao.
After merging, it is immeasurable, until it ascends to immortality.
But Zhusheng has been more than 30 years since the introduction of qi into the body, and she can't tell the difference in the years after entering the valley, but it is certain that she has been refining qi for no less than 30 years.
But the sea of Zhusheng's qi has never cast a pedestal.
At first, her qi was like a pool, and then like a lake.
Since then, the lake has been expanding, but there has never been a sign of solidifying.
Far from condensing, it has been flowing endlessly, and there are always waves on the surface of the lake.
Takesheng had discussed this matter with Hitomi Cang a long time ago.
Cang Tong thought that it was very likely that she would not go through the realm that she would go through in the cultivation process of refining qi, building a foundation, forming a pill, and so on.
Because the demon clan exercises she cultivated were fundamentally different from those cultivated by people.
The demon clan does not have a clear division of the realm like humans, and the dividing ridge they most often refer to is "transformation", that is, from the form of a beast to the form of a human.
However, there are many types of demon clans, and different beast clans have different foundations for transformation.
There is a demon form, and the strength is equivalent to building a foundation, but there is a demon but it can only lie in the realm transformation form similar to Jindan, which is different, and there is really no unified standard.
Therefore, the demon clan mostly refers to those powerful demon clans as "big demons" according to the strength of their strength, and that's it.
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When Zhu Sheng left the Changtian Sect that year, he extracted a sum of spirit stones.
The sect offerings of the Changtian Sect are very rich, but Chong Xin's own income is far more generous than that, enough to spend, and he has never taken those offerings.
At that time, Zhusheng held the purple jade card and withdrew all the amount that could be withdrawn, but in fact, he withdrew all the offerings that Chong Xin had not used for many years.
That's a lot of spirit stones.
At that time, Zhusheng only used them as "money" to withdraw.
Now Zhusheng is very fortunate that the spirit stone that should be used as "money" has become the source of spiritual power for her cultivation.
Xiao Jiuhuan couldn't even find a cave blessed land, and the overall aura was thin.
Zhusheng cultivated to a certain level, and the spiritual power in the air made her feel barren.
Relying on the spirit stone that was swept away back then, the lake in the sea of Zhusheng's qi has been expanding.
Finally, one day, the lake got out of control.
It was as if the Qi Sea Dantian had finally reached its limit, and the lake was in turmoil, and the surging spiritual power wanted to break through the Qi Sea and come out.
Zhusheng tried to suppress it at first, but then found that the more it was suppressed, the more intense the wind and waves became.
She changed her strategy and tried to export the spiritual power in the sea of qi.
But it was as if the floodgates had been opened, and the rushing spiritual power poured into the limbs and hundreds of remains, pouring into every cell, and Zhu Sheng felt that he was inflated like a balloon, and his whole body was full of tearing pain, and he was about to explode Fortunately, the swelling was an illusion.
When Zhusheng came back to his senses, he was already standing in the ancestral aperture, and he was so pierced by the white light that he couldn't open his eyes.
The sky that was once dim with stars could not see a single star at this time, only a huge white fireball burning in the sky.
In the books on cultivation that Zhusheng once read, the spiritual power in the human body was usually described as "like water", or like mist, or like smoke, but in short, it was mostly described as liquid.
Takesheng had never seen in any book depicting spiritual power as fire.
But at this moment, her spiritual power was burning, and the white light was dazzling, illuminating this ancestral aperture into a world of extreme daylight.
Takesheng speculates that it will become a form of "fire", which may be related to the samadhi fire.
Under this dazzling light, all the stars that had once existed were invisible.
Zhusheng stood in the ancestral aperture and looked up.
Fortunately, this is not the flesh, otherwise the eyes would have been blinded.
She could feel the tremendous power contained in the fireball, which was condensing, but it was unstable and could explode at any moment.
The explosion was neither an illusion nor a mimecry, but a reality, and would have blown her life and body to powder.
Zhusheng is facing the biggest crisis since her cultivation.
The huge fireball carried a huge coercion, as if it was about to sink.
Takesheng instinctively opened his hands and lifted them up.
The fireball in the sky did not continue to sink, it stopped there and burned.
In the past, Zhu Sheng had heard that the monk had fallen in cultivation, and he had never understood it.
At this point, it is already too understood.
She had realized that if she couldn't restrain the power of the fireball, she would probably die here.
Bamboo once couldn't support it, and there were dangers.
But fortunately, slowly, she groped her way out of the door and gradually realized.
For every point of her control over the fireball, the fireball became a little smaller.
Takebu seemed to understand something.
She and Fireball began a long tug-of-war.
When cultivating, it is not easy to feel the passage of time, and when people are in the ancestral aperture, they don't know the time outside their bodies.
Even so, Takebu felt the length of time.
Unbeknownst to Zhusheng, she had actually been fighting against this fireball for three years.
Three years later, there are no giant fireballs in the sky.
Zhusheng is still facing upwards on his back, his hands outstretched, and he is lifted.
High above her head, the fireball had been compressed to less than a foot in diameter.
By this time, Zhusheng already knew that her conjecture was not wrong, she was in Yudan But what kind of Dan she is married to is obviously not a golden pill cultivated by people.
Jin Dan is knotted in the sea of air, on the abutment, condensed and solidified by liquid-like spiritual power into Dan, which is golden in its inner vision, so it is called "Jin Dan".
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Zhusheng's Dan broke out in the ancestral aperture, and at present, it seems that it has always been the appearance of a blazing white fireball.
If you have to compare, compared with the Jin Dan of the same human cultivation, it is closer to the inner Dan of the demon cultivation.
It took a full three years for Takebu Yudan, and he watched the huge fireball at the beginning be compressed little by little.
When the blazing white fireball was compressed to the size of a human head, Takesheng knew that he was one step away from success and one step away from falling.
At this critical moment, her heart suddenly contracted violently Takebu knew what it was.
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