Tianlan Mountain, Jitian Peak, Tianyun Sect Holy Land.

Today's Jitian Peak is no longer as grand as it was four hundred years ago. Many towers and palaces have been reduced to ruins. Only the stone pillars, stone steps, and stone beasts exposed on the scorched black soil seem to tell people about the past here. A moment of glory.

The top of Jitian Peak is quite vast, a huge stone square. In the center of the square was originally a majestic palace, but now, the roof of the majestic palace on a stone base with nine steps has long been removed, leaving only The broken walls on all sides, and the black marks burned by the fire on the walls are particularly dazzling. The entire hall is like a dying old man whispering about the decline of the sect.

About four hundred steps in front of the hall is a pool a hundred steps square. In the center of the pool stands a huge black stone. There is a text on the stone, which may be faintly identifiable. The text is the word "Luo Jian", which is dark red, like drained blood. Around the square, there are stone beasts with broken heads or broken arms, and their bodies are covered with moss. In addition, traces of fallen swords can be seen everywhere in the square, which must have been baptized by a war.

On the mountain behind Jitian Peak, several stone caves were carved out of the cliff, which can be regarded as the living and training place for the four remaining masters and disciples of the Tianyun Sect.

"Master, what do you mean, my master was so heroic back then, and he served as countless monks of our Tianyun Sect, why did he end up like this today?"

At this time, in a stone cave, an old man and a young man were sitting facing each other on two futons.

The old man was sitting cross-legged, with a whisk resting diagonally on his right leg.

Looking at his appearance and dress, he actually has frosty beard and hair, a rather dark complexion, and a wrinkled face, but his eyes are bright and lively. His gray preaching robe looks a bit old.

The person who spoke was the young man sitting opposite him. He was about twelve or thirteen years old. He was quite strong and wearing a gray preacher's robe. He sat cross-legged with his hands on his knees and held his fingerprints on his hands.

The young man has an ordinary face, thick lips, a high nose, a wide forehead and a plump forehead, but his eyes are extremely lively.

The old man is none other than Nan Yangzi, the current leader of the Tianyun Sect, and the young man who asked the question is his youngest disciple Zhuo Fei.

"Hey, Fei'er, you've been practicing as a teacher for some years. Do you still need a master to teach you about the impermanence of heaven?" Nanyangzi's voice was a little hoarse.

"Having said that, a very strong sect will not decline so quickly, Master."

"This is not something you have to worry about. It's up to you to focus on your cultivation." Nanyangzi seemed unwilling to mention the old things and just waved his hand to tell his disciple not to ask any more questions.

"Am I just curious?" Zhuo Fei said unwillingly.

"Besides, the training method you taught me is different from that of several senior brothers. I started with the second senior brother. The second senior brother has entered the third level of Qi training last month, but I am still the first level. Master, you teach me There won’t be any problems with the exercises you gave me, right?”

"What's the problem, you brat? You don't blame yourself for not practicing hard, but you are suspicious of the master." Nan Yangzi felt a little angry after being questioned by his disciple.

"It turns out, Master, I've been going up the mountain for five years. Oh my God, it's been five years and I've only reached the first level of Qi training! I'm not that stupid, Master. There must be something wrong with the exercises you taught me. No. If so, I’d better practice the techniques of senior brother or second senior brother.”

"Nonsense, have you forgotten what the master said?" Listening to this ignorant disciple's nonsense, Nanyangzi's expression suddenly became stern, and he glared at him.

"How could it be possible? Isn't it just that the Hunyang Qianjin Jue practiced by my senior fellow students and the Yimu Sandao Heart Technique practiced by me conflict with each other?" Zhuo Fei shrank his head, showing a fearful expression.

"Then you still dare to do such nonsense?!" As he spoke, Nanyangzi's whisk fell on the head of this weird elf's little apprentice.

"Oh, wasn't I just talking?" Zhuo Fei held his painful head in pain and looked at the master with a look of resentment.

"Hmph, it's really a piece of rotten wood. Let me tell you all your cultivation insights and let me help you solve your doubts."

"Hey," after receiving the master's instructions, Zhuo Fei immediately sat up straight and his expression became serious.

"When I was practicing recently, I only felt a few strands of true energy circulating in my belly, but I couldn't condense it. I wonder if there is something wrong with my practice."

"How many strands of true energy, how many strands are they?" Nanyangzi couldn't help but trembled.

"Nine-gu, yes, nine-gu"

"Oh, are you sure?" Nan Yangzi's eyes suddenly condensed, and then returned to normal. Naturally, this was not noticed by Zhuo Fei.

"Sure"

"Don't be surprised. The exercises you practice are supposed to be like this. When you practice to the point of transforming qi into a cauldron, they will naturally blend together. There is no need to make a fuss. You can memorize the Taoist scriptures I want you to memorize by heart."

"I know it by heart, master, but what's the use of memorizing those things?"

"You don't need to know this yet. Now that you've memorized it, try memorizing it for me to listen to."

"Oh, the way of heaven, the Hunyuan is one and the yin and yang are formed. The way of heaven is a number, and the number is nine. Therefore, the way of heaven is divided into nine points. Those nine points that occasionally coincide are the contingency of the way. And the combination of nine points is the ultimate point of the way." A Taoist scripture with tens of thousands of words was actually recited fluently by Zhuo Fei.

"Yes, yes, it seems that you have put in a lot of effort. This Taoist scripture must not be disclosed to others, and your two senior brothers must not know it. Have you remembered it?" Nanyangzi ordered his disciples extremely seriously. .

"Disciple, I remember." Zhuo Fei nodded solemnly.

At this time, Nan Yangzi took out a white round bead from his sleeve and handed it to Zhuo Fei, saying: "This is the Heavenly Soul Locking Heart Bead, which seals several secret arts of our sect. You are not in the realm now and cannot practice it. It can be absorbed and refined in advance, and the world time can open on its own in your sea of ​​consciousness, and you can do it on your own."

"Thank you, Master." Zhuo Fei stood up and bowed to receive it.

"Just practice here."

Zhuo Fei followed the instructions and put the heart bead on his forehead to practice the exercises.

I saw the white light surrounding the Heavenly Soul Locking Heart Bead, and the strands of it shot into the center of Zhuo Fei's eyebrows. After a long time, I saw that the light of the Heart Bead was gone, the color of the bead was completely black, and it turned into dust when blown by the wind.

"Okay, if you have nothing to do, you can retreat and practice on your own." Nanyangzi raised his hand and waved his disciple away.

"Yes, my disciple has resigned." Zhuo Fei bowed to his master and left.

Zhuo Fei didn't see that after he turned around, his master Nanyangzi looked at him intently, his eyes eager, as if he were looking at a delicate work of art.
Chapter completed!