Soon.
Su Qin returned to the Back Mountain Forbidden Area.
Although the [Descending Demon Pearl Supreme Divine Art] is a good Divine Art, Su Qin did not spend much effort on it.
After all, Su Qin knows that no matter what Divine Art it is, it depends on one's own Cultivation.
Time passed slowly.
Su Qin once again returned to his peaceful days.
Sign In, Cultivation, Heaven and Earth, and occasionally giving pointers to Xuan Ku.
Of course, Su Qin only gave a little pointers to Xuan Ku, and did not choose the path for Xuan Ku to walk in the future.
In Martial Dao Cultivation, especially when one reaches the Grade 1 Great Grandmaster Realm, those who are similar will live and those who are similar will die.
Every Grade 1 Great Grandmaster can only achieve their own transformation and become a Peak Grade 1 if they walk their own path.
Xuan Ku has a Buddha's Heart and is born intelligent. Even a Grade 1 Great Perfection Martial Artist cannot affect him.
But Su Qin is different.
As a Venerable Arhat at the Third Heavenly Layer, his every move will have an indelible impact on Xuan Ku.
Perhaps these influences are good for Xuan Ku, but they may also be bad.
Therefore, Su Qin simply let it go, and only give a few pointers when Xuan Ku has doubts.
Everything else is left to develop.
Just when Su Qin was immersed in Cultivation again.
Many disciples of the Shaolin Temple have also undergone significant changes.
The Back Mountain is filled with fog, and every disciple who has been in the temple for more than ten years can cultivate near the Back Mountain.
Under the fog, even the Martial Artists in the Middle Realm and Lower Realm who have not been exposed to the World's Essence Qi can feel their body being nourished and gradually becoming stronger.
On this day.
Patrolling Monk Zhen Zhi had just returned from Cultivation near the Back Mountain when he saw several other disciples whispering about something.
"What are you talking about?"
Zhen Zhi walked over and asked casually.
At this moment, Zhen Zhi was still amazed by the effect of the fog in the Back Mountain.
As a disciple of the "Zhen" generation, Zhen Zhi had been in the temple for decades. Naturally, he was qualified to practice in the forbidden area of the back mountain.
At first, Zhen Zhi didn't think much of it. He thought that the fog was useless.
But with this period of cultivation, Zhen Zhi could clearly feel the changes in his body.
Zhen Zhi could even faintly feel that his body's blood vitality had become vigorous once more.
How unbelievable was this?
One had to know that a martial artist's vitality would gradually increase from birth until it reached a peak and then fell back down.
Perhaps it was because he practiced martial arts that his peak was extended for a period of time.
However, if there were no other major breakthroughs, the decline of a martial artist's Qi and blood would be irreversible after a period of peak.
Originally, Zhen Zhi was in such a situation. His Qi and blood had already begun to decline.
If there were no accidents, his strength would not improve at all in the future, and his achievements in this life would stop here.
But now, Zhen Zhi actually felt that his Qi and blood were slightly flourishing.
"That mist …"
In Zhen Zhi's mind, the fog that covered the sky and covered the earth appeared again.
While Zhen Zhi was deep in thought.
The disciples who were whispering to each other quickly looked up at Zhen Zhi and said, "Brother Zhen Zhi."
"Brother Zhen Zhi, we are talking about the Venerable in the back mountain …"
A disciple looked around, lowered his voice, and said in a respectful tone.
"The Venerable?"
Zhen Zhi frowned and looked at the disciples, "Is the Venerable someone you can talk about?"
"Brother Zhen Zhi, we definitely don't mean to disrespect the Venerable."
"We are just curious about what kind of person the Venerable is …"
The disciple who spoke at the beginning quickly replied, for fear that Zhen Zhi would think that he disrespected the Venerable.
"I don't think you dare."
Zhen Zhi glanced at the disciples and shook his head, "You don't have to think about what kind of person the Venerable is. Just remember that the height of the Venerable is no longer something that mortals like us can understand …"
...
...
At the same time.
On Wudang Mountain.
Many Wudang Mountain disciples were gathered in front of an ancient hall.
Many disciples had already gone down the mountain to travel the world, and some were even thousands of miles away from Wudang Mountain.
But at this moment, these disciples were all standing here as if waiting for something.
"Is Master coming out of seclusion?"
A Wudang Mountain disciple's voice trembled as he looked at the ancient hall in the distance and whispered.
"That's what Martial Uncle said."
Zhang Xiao also stood next to him and replied in a low voice.
"Why did Master come out of seclusion?" The second Wudang Mountain disciple looked at Zhang Xiao and asked solemnly.
Daoist Zhang could suppress the world for decades without leaving Wudang Mountain. This disciple couldn't understand why Daoist Zhang would announce his exit at this time.
Zhang Xiao thought for a while and tentatively said: "Some time ago, I went down the mountain to travel the world, but I met an enemy of Wudang Mountain. This enemy was a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster and wanted to kill me."
Zhang Xiao paused and continued: "Maybe Master knows about this and wants to come out of seclusion to avenge me?"
"Impossible!"
The Wudang Mountain disciple who just spoke shook his head and said: "Master is in seclusion to break through the Supreme Dao. Ordinary things can't disturb Master."
"If you die, Master may come out of seclusion to avenge you, but since you are not dead, there is still room for redemption. Master will at most order us to go down the mountain to find out the truth. It is impossible for him to come out personally."
When these words came out.
The other Wudang Mountain disciples immediately nodded.
Although Daoist Zhang is protective, nothing happened to Zhang Xiao.
In this case, Daoist Zhang will definitely not come out of seclusion for this matter.
While many Wudang Mountain disciples were waiting.
Click.
The door of the ancient hall was quietly pushed open.
A man in a Daoist robe with simple facial features slowly walked out.
His skin was like jade, his eyes were clear, and his age could not be seen. His movements were meticulous, as if he had a strange charm.
As soon as the Daoist priest came out, many Wudang Mountain disciples bowed and shouted:
"Welcome back, Master."
"Welcome, Ancestor."
Their voices shook the sky and spread for several miles.
After a while, Daoist Zhang looked around and said:
"Get up."
This Daoist Zhang, who is known to suppress the world, did not have a trace of a Martial Artist's aura, as if he was an ordinary person.
"Master, did you make a breakthrough?"
A Wudang Mountain disciple couldn't help but ask.
When the other disciples heard this, their expressions changed and they stared at Daoist Zhang closely.
If Daoist Zhang really took the step in the legend, then Wudang Mountain would continue to suppress the world for three hundred years.
"Breakthrough?"
Daoist Zhang smiled and shook his head: "How difficult is the Mythical Road? Even if I cultivate in seclusion for another hundred years, I won't be able to break through."
"Then why did Master come out of seclusion this time?"
The disciple who spoke at the beginning asked carefully.
"Go down the mountain."
Daoist Zhang raised his head and looked in the direction of the Shaolin Temple. He said softly: "Seeking Dao!"
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