And if he could become a ling plant farmer, then it would be jingshi.
Sometimes, this thought was so clear and certain in his mind. But, every time he tried to think, he found it was like facing a vast ocean. You never knew what was hidden at the bottom of the ocean.
Time slowly passed. Accompanying the strong feeling of suffocation, terror uncontrollably rose.
The game was too dangerous, ge didn't play.
However, the sharp sword hanging high above his head disappeared. He could finally release a breath. He had decided that no matter what Pu Yao gave him next time, he wouldn't take it even if he was beaten to death. The painful experience this time gave him a deep lesson. Trying to take advantage of Pu Yao, that was an action of seeking death.
Zuo Mo was in the yard practicing [Art of Aged Gold] when a calm and dignified voice suddenly echoed in Wu Kong Mountain.
Zuo Mo sighed inside. Compared to Wei Sheng Shixiong, the eldest shixiong who was focused on cultivation, Li Ying Feng, the eldest shijie, was undoubtedly more competent. Only now did he understand why her reputation was so high among the female disciples.
Zuo Mo hurriedly said: "It's still early, it's still early. Shijie, please. "
Was he really going to die … …
Even though every time he saw that brand new sound tablet that was of a higher grade than the one he had, his heart would feel pain. Ten pieces of second-grade jingshi had been wasted like this. He could only grit his teeth, his heart sour, and tearfully take back what Pu Yao had prepared to throw away. It was the old sound tablet that he had stolen from his hands.
Zuo Mo used the last bit of energy in his body, furiously shouting soundlessly inside! His body shook violently like a sieve, the blood vessels under his skin expanding at a visible rate, black and thick, twisting and turning like earthworms, covering his entire body. It was unspeakably frightening.
A bright and burning red sea of fire danced wildly. On the mysterious blue gravestone shrouded in black clouds, there sat a strange and cold handsome male. No one could forget this ghostly scene.
"Shidi is too polite." Li Ying Feng's face was brimming with joy, smiling as she said, "It probably won't be long before I can hear good news from Shidi." In Li Ying Feng's heart, this shidi who had hidden his abilities wouldn't surprise her that he had completed zhuji. Behind her, there were three female disciples. Xiao Guo was also among them.
I can't die!
This was something they had never thought of.
Zhuji? The bad-tempered Senior Brother Zombie is about to build his foundation?
Xiao Guo stared with wide eyes at Zuo Mo. The other two females also had strange expressions. They couldn't figure out why the greedy zombie had changed this time.
The sound tablet was placed on his lap, and the concentrated sounds of the zither were like a violent storm, making it hard for one to breathe!
It did not seem reasonable to blame Pu Yao.
She turned her face to the other three and said in a deep voice, "In the future, if you have any problems, you can find Zuo Mo Shixiong. He will help you solve it. Zuo Mo Shixiong's words are equivalent to my words. If anyone does not listen, I will personally punish them! "
Xiao Guo's adorable pink apple was still somewhat timid. Zuo Mo suddenly felt that this little girl was really shy. Taking the chance when Li Ying Feng turned, he blinked at Xiao Guo. As expected, Xiao Guo's face flushed red.
He struggled, trying to wake himself up.
"Yes! Senior Martial Sister! "the three female voices replied.
Zuo Mo was slightly surprised.
He had no way of knowing, but since it was a good thing, he would let nature take its course and not delve into it.
Am I going to die?
It wasn't strange for [Art of Aged Gold] to improve. After all, what [Art of Aged Gold] emphasized was the consciousness. Even though he had only completed one breath of [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation], but compared to before, his consciousness was definitely much stronger. It was expected that [Art of Aged Gold] would improve. What surprised him was that [Art of Earth Energy] had also improved a lot.
… …
No matter which jie, a sect, once it declined, to turn around, it was harder than reaching the sky.
As expected of the Eldest Senior Sister. Just this bearing alone was unparalleled among the younger generation of disciples. Zuo Mo couldn't help but praise inside.
No!
Pu Yao definitely had some goal.
The saddest thing was, no matter what it was, he didn't have any room to struggle. No matter if this [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] was real or not, no matter what goal Pu Yao had, he didn't have any room to resist. In front of a strong existence like Pu Yao, he was pitifully weak. The only thing he could do was to force himself to charge forward, hoping to find that thread of light.
The lifespan of a jindan was three hundred years. Before that, zhuji, ningmai and lianqi didn't have any difference in lifespan.
The red sea of fire burned silently. Under the hair that covered half his face, Pu's blade-thin lips imperceptibly curled up to one side. Just like usual, eerie and cold.
The one that had improved the most was [Art of Aged Gold]. The present aged gold energy was dark gold, the light hidden and could change according to one's wishes. And the aged gold energy had an additional presence. Even though the presence was extremely faint, but in practice, the effect was multiplied. Zuo Mo was overjoyed.
What made him happy was that his progress on the five spells was rapid. He didn't know if it was because he had broken through to one breath, but many of the things that were hazy before were abnormally clear now and could be easily realized.
The sound wasn't loud but it could be clearly heard. The sound lingered in Wu Kong Mountain, echoing endlessly.
Li Ying Feng shook it and pushed the jingshi in front of Zuo Mo: "Shidi, don't refuse. The sect has a monthly supply for inner sect disciples. Shijie doesn't lack for jingshi. But Shidi isn't far from zhuji and will probably need it soon. It's better to keep some jingshi on your body just in case. "
Li Ying Feng Shijie had successfully zhuji? Zuo Mo couldn't help but be envious and feel happy for Li Ying Feng Shijie. He hadn't interacted with Li Ying Feng Shijie for long. The two of them had some small misunderstandings but he admired this valiant and agile shijie very much. This was more like a shijie. In comparison, Hao Min Shijie was far lacking.
Zuo Mo really treasured his little life.
"Don't forget!"
Maybe Pu really wanted to help him. Zuo Mo knew how hard it was to heal an injury to the spirit. If it wasn't for [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation], it was a question if his little life would have been able to survive.
… …
"Even in death, don't forget!"
For some reason, the echo of these two sentences that he thought were like a nightmare was like an invisible hand that suddenly pulled him back from his soulless state.
Damn it! How did he provoke such a plague!
He became even more diligent.
Thinking about the danger yesterday, he still had lingering fear.
Zuo Mo, who had wanted to sell a favor to Shijie, saw the situation and wasn't courteous anymore. He accepted the jingshi: "Then many thanks, Shijie."
"Congratulations, Shijie, for successfully zhuji!" When Zuo Mo saw her, he smiled and congratulated her. But his expressionless state was slightly out of place.
He didn't have any interest in a weird thing like [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. Spells like [Art of Aged Gold] that could bring him real jingshi, that was his favorite!
In his daze, he seemed to hear someone shouting.
Even this thought couldn't be completed. He seemed to be numbly, powerlessly swimming in an endless ocean.
"That's good." Li Ying Feng nodded. At the side, Xiao Guo wrinkled her cute little nose, clearly objecting to the words.
Other than that, he didn't find anything else. But whether [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] had any wonders, he didn't have high hopes. He was a guy that wanted to become a ling plant farmer, what did he need such a strong consciousness for? As long as he could pass this and keep his little life, he would be satisfied.
The strange expressions of the three females quickly turned to shock.
But then again, did Pu Yao have any good habits?
But all this was futile. Under the feeling of suffocation, his consciousness gradually dissipated, blurring.
He continued to bury his head in practicing his spells. For the things he chose, he never slacked off. Just like when he practiced [Little Art of Cloud and Rain]. Without anyone to guide him, he released it again and again. He didn't know how many tens of thousands of times, forcefully using [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] to fill the large pond in the yard. Like that, he broke through to the third level of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain].
It had been a long time since the sect had a shortage of new recruits.
After chatting for a while, Li Ying Feng took the three females and left.
Zuo Mo couldn't help but laugh: "Shijie, what are you saying. My temper is the best. "
Pu Yao didn't seem to care. He was practicing [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. Every day, he guarded the newly bought sound tablet and played happily with it.
Thinking, Zuo Mo pushed the little bag back in front of Li Ying Feng, saying: "Helping each other in the sect, that's what we should do. Shijie, don't worry. Shidi will do his best."
"I should be the one thanking Shidi." Li Ying Feng smiled, saying: "After I leave the Eastern Peak, the matter of contacting Shidi will be given to Xiao Guo. Her personality is weak and obedient. Shidi, don't bully her. "
Why did he become so sentimental? Zuo Mo shook his head. He suddenly thought of the third-grade fire dragon grass that Wei Sheng Shixiong had entrusted to him. Li Ying Feng Shijie had already zhuji. Wei Sheng Shixiong should be soon. Thinking about it, he couldn't help but have the thought of going to Cold Mist Valley.
[Art of Earth Energy] emphasized communication and sensing. Was it that consciousness was also helpful in communication and sensing?
His life hadn't been affected by this piece of news. His interest in zhuji was far less than his interest in being a ling plant farmer. Zhuji was the first great barrier of cultivation. But unless one reached jindan, otherwise, their lifespan wouldn't be much different than a normal person. As to jindan, that was fine. Not just an outer sect disciple like him, even among those inner sect disciples, how many could reach jindan?
It could only be said that Pu's strangeness and perversion made him instinctively wary.
This zombie face, he was actually the second most important person among the outer sect disciples!
Yet this weak candle flame became a prairie fire, igniting the sea of consciousness – – like igniting dry and cracked firewood soaked in oil. The deep red flame, spitting tongues of fire, rolled forward along the ground of the sea of consciousness. Grass and trees turned to smoke in that instant. Nothing could stop it.
He didn't know if [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] was correct. Even though he didn't want to admit it, but with Pu Yao's skill, if he wanted his little life, he only needed to curl his finger. There was no need to use a half true scripture to fool him. But with Pu Yao's perversion and bad taste, thinking of ways to torture him, that was almost certain.
[Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] was like a small interlude in life. And Pu Yao seemed to have put away his perverted eccentricities, quiet as a virgin. Zuo Mo wasn't used to it. But there were naturally many vicious criticisms like "A renyao is a renyao. You think that if you don't speak, you can become a woman?"
I can't die!
Zuo Mo suddenly didn't have any interest in cultivation. This was a society with a strict hierarchy. Like Li Ying Feng Shijie, having successfully zhuji, she had to bid farewell to the life of an outer sect disciple. She needed to aim for a higher goal. No matter if it was her will, or the needs of the sect.
His cultivation was interrupted by an uninvited guest. The person was Li Ying Feng Shijie who had just been promoted to an inner sect disciple.
"Outer sect disciple Li Ying Feng, diligently cultivated and broke through zhuji. From today onwards, she will officially be accepted as an inner sect disciple of the sect. All outer sect disciples should use this as an example and diligently cultivate in order to achieve the right result! "
He was like an ascetic, living an extremely dry and dull life every day. Cultivating [Ten Principles Scripture], accumulating ling energy. Tirelessly practicing all kinds of spells and finger movements. Just like how he had practiced [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] before, he furiously cultivated.
Li Ying Feng took out a little bag and put it on the stone table, saying: "This is twenty pieces of second-grade jingshi. It's a little token of Shijie's appreciation. Shidi, don't refuse. If Shidi has time, go to the Eastern Peak and look after them. It isn't easy for them to survive. If a problem like last time occurs, with Shidi's help, they won't have no one to ask for help. "
His consciousness started to gradually blur. He didn't know that his legs were instinctively kicking and trying to float to the surface. Yet he had been sinking all this time. Right now, he was too far from the surface.
If it really was torture, he, who had already entered the trap, would either sink under Pu Yao's torture or endure the torture.
In the blink of an eye, the sea of consciousness was like a burning hell. Endless deep red flames danced in every corner of the sea of consciousness.
After everyone sat down, Li Ying Feng finally stated her intentions: "Coming this time, it's to ask Shidi for something."
Zuo Mo hurriedly said: "Shijie, just tell me what you need." In the future, Li Ying Feng would be an inner sect disciple. As long as Zuo Mo was still in Wu Kong Sword Sect, he definitely wouldn't offend them.
Beside her, Xiao Guo's mouth flattened, the rims of her eyes instantly turning red. The other two also had slightly red eyes.
The breath in his chest had become extremely weak. It suddenly turned into a candle flame, a candle flame that could go out at any moment.
Liking the new and hating the old. This was another bad habit he found on Pu Yao.
Seeming to see Zuo Mo's puzzlement, without waiting for him to ask, Li Ying Feng solved the riddle herself. She lightly sighed: "Entering the inner sect, in the future, I'm afraid I won't have the time to take care of these sisters of the past. Shidi's farming skills, no one in the sect can rival you. Shijie can only shamelessly ask. "
Including the sect leader, the shishu were all jindan. This was the main reason that Wu Kong Sword Sect had developed so well these years. But even the youngest Shi Feng Rong Shishu was over two hundred years old. And among the second generation disciples in the sect, there wasn't even one ningmai, much less jindan. If there was no successor, Wu Kong Sword Sect, which wasn't large to begin with, would quickly decline.
To be called almost zhuji, they had to be at least lianqi eighth level and above. They were clearly frightened by Shijie's words. Among the outer sect disciples, those with lianqi eighth level cultivation could be counted on the fingers. Even Guo Lu Shixiong only had lianqi seventh level cultivation. And among the female outer sect disciples, other than Li Ying Feng who had just entered zhuji, the highest was lianqi sixth level. Among the outer sect disciples, other than Wei Sheng, Zuo Mo's cultivation was the highest.
Zuo Mo curiously examined the surroundings. After breaking through one breath, his perception of the surroundings had undergone a large change. It was hard to describe but it was as though the surroundings had been cleansed and became brand new. This feeling was very strange. It took him a long time before he gradually got used to it. The other change was the sea of consciousness. Right now, it had become a vast sea of fire that he didn't know when it would extinguish.
However, Pu Yao was usually very quiet. Other than forcing Zuo Mo to practice [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation], he didn't do anything else. There wasn't any sign of torture. Zuo Mo couldn't understand Pu Yao and couldn't understand what Pu Yao's goal was.
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