Tianlan Mountain, Jitian Peak, and the holy land of Tianyun Sect.

Nowadays, Jitian Peak is no longer the grand occasion that was four hundred years ago. Many towers and temples have turned into ruins, only the stone pillars, stone steps and stone beasts exposed on the scorched mud and black soil seem to tell people the glory of the time when it was once.

The top of Jitian Peak is quite vast, with a huge stone square. The center of the square is originally a majestic hall. However, now, the majestic hall on the nine-story stone base has long been lifted off, leaving only broken walls on all four sides. The black marks burned by the fire on the wall are particularly dazzling. The entire hall is like an old man who is about to lie on the decline of the sect.

About four hundred steps in front of the hall is a pool of water that is 100 steps square. There is a black huge stone in the middle of the pool. There is a text on it, which may be vaguely recognized. The text is the word "falling sword". The word is dark red, like dry blood. The stone beast Weng Zhong is either broken head or broken arms, and his body is covered with moss. In addition, the traces of swords falling everywhere in the square should be seen, which should have been baptized by a war.

On the back mountain of Jitian Peak, several stone caves were dug out based on the cliffs, which is the only place for the four remaining masters and disciples of the Tianyun Sect to live and practice.

"Master, according to your opinion, the master was so heroic and powerful back then, and I also had countless cultivators in Tianyun Sect, why did he fall to what he is today?"

At this time, two old and young people sat facing each other on two tuans in the cave. The old man sat cross-legged, with a whisk slanted on his right leg. Seeing his appearance, his hair was as white as frosty, his face was quite black, his wrinkled, his eyes were bright and energetic, and his gray sermon robe looked a little old. The person who spoke was a boy sitting opposite him, about twelve or twelve years old, his body was quite strong, and he was also wearing a gray sermon robe, sitting cross-legged, his hands were on his knees, and his fingers were pinched. The boy looked ordinary, with thick lips and high nose, wide forehead and plump chin, but his eyes were extremely lively.

The old man is Nan Yangzi, the current sect leader of Tianyun Sect, and the youngest man asking questions is his youngest disciple Zhuo Fei.

"Hehe, Fei'er, you have been practicing with your master for a while. Do you need a master to teach you the truth of impermanence?" Nan Yangzi's voice was a little hoarse.

"With that being said, a very powerful sect doesn't fall so quickly, Master."

"This is not something you are worried about. You are still serious about putting your mind into practice." Nanyangzi seemed unwilling to mention the old things, so he waved his hand and told the disciple not to ask again.

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

"Besides, the practice method you taught me is different from the ones from the senior brothers. I and the second brother were introduced together. The second brother had already entered the third level of Qi training last month and I was still the first level. Master, there will be no problem with the exercise method you taught me, right?"

"What's the problem? You guy, don't blame yourself for not practicing hard, but instead you suspect the master." Nanyangzi was questioned by his disciples and felt a little angry.

"Originally, Master, I've been going up the mountain for five years. Oh my God, I've only been practicing to the first level of Qi training! I'm not that stupid, Master, there must be something wrong with the martial arts you taught me. If it doesn't work, I'll just practice the martial arts of the eldest or second brothers."

"Nonshu, have you forgotten what the master said?"

"How could it be? Isn't it just that the Hunyang Qianjin Jue that my senior brothers practiced and the Yimu Shendao Xin Method that I practiced conflicted with each other?"

"Then you dare to be Hu Wei?" As he spoke, Nanyangzi's whisk had fallen on the head of this strange elf's little apprentice.

"Oh, am I just talking?" Zhuo Fei held his head in pain, looking at his master with a particularly resentful look on his face.

"Hmph, it's really a piece of rotten wood. I'll take your cultivation insights one by one and help you solve your doubts."

"Hey," Zhuo Fei couldn't help but sit up straight, and his expression became serious.

"When I was practicing recently, my disciple only felt a few qi in my abdomen circulating, but it could not condense. I wonder if there was something wrong with the practice."

"How many true energy are there?" Nan Yangzi couldn't help but feel excited.

"Jiugu, it's Jiugu"

"Oh, are you sure?" Nan Yangzi's eyes suddenly condensed, and he replied randomly as usual, so this was not discovered by Zhuo Fei.

"Sure"

"Don't be surprised. The exercises you practice should be like this. When you practice until you reach the point where you transform into Qi and casting cauldrons, you will naturally be integrated. There is no need to make a fuss. You can remember the Taoist scriptures you remembered."

"I remember the master, but what's the use of memorizing those things?"

"You don't need to know this. Since you have memorized it, try to memorize it."

"Oh, the way of heaven, Hunyuan is one, and yin and yang are formed, and the way of heaven is the most number, and the number is nine. Therefore, the way of heaven is nine parts, and the nine parts are the most effective change of the Tao, and the nine parts are the most extreme." A Taoist sutra was chanted by Zhuo Fei smoothly.

"Not bad, it seems that you have put in a lot of effort. You must not tell others about this Taoist scripture, and you must not let your two senior brothers know it. Do you remember it?" Nan Yangzi ordered his disciples very seriously.

"The disciple remembers it."

At this time, Nan Yangzi took out a white round bead from his sleeve and handed it to Zhuo Fei: "This is the Tianhun Lock Heart Bead, which seals several secret arts in our sect. Your current realm is not enough to practice. You can absorb and practice it in advance. The realm can be opened in your sea of ​​consciousness, so you can do it yourself."

"Master Xie" Zhuo Fei stood up and bowed to him.

“Just practice here”

Zhuo Fei put his heart bead on his forehead and practiced his skills as he spoke. He saw white light surrounding the heart bead of the Heavenly Soul Lock, and a thread shot into Zhuo Fei's eyebrows. After a long time, the light of the heart bead dissipated, the pearl color was completely black, and it turned into dust and dissipated by the wind.

"Okay, you can step down and practice by yourself if you have nothing to do." Nanyangzi raised his hand and waved his disciple.

"Yes, the disciple has stepped down." Zhuo Fei bowed to the master and withdrew.

Zhuo Fei didn't see it. After he turned around, his master Nan Yangzi looked at his figure calmly, his eyes eagerly, as if he was looking at an exquisite work of art.
Chapter completed!