Fairy, please pay me back.

Chapter 68 The Shock in Ten Days ([-]) (Four-in-one)

The moonlight is like water, spreading in the courtyard of the water pavilion, and every house and tile is glowing with silver.

Jiang Youyue's boudoir is decorated with a simple and elegant list. A red sandalwood screen carved with a blue sea and a rising moon separates the study and bedroom. At the east end is a large pear blossom case with Taoist scriptures stacked on it, and at the west end is a painted The golden lacquered bed with the phoenix dancing for nine days.

Jiang Wuyou sat on the Bi Qiong Zihua chair behind the major case and blurted out a series of instructions.

Jiang Youyue stood in front of the case with her little hands behind her back, her eyes closed and yawning.

Jiang Wuyou talked dryly for a long time. Jiang Youyue suddenly opened her eyes and exclaimed:

"What? Dad, are you afraid that you have lost your mind and actually gave that scoundrel named Jane a middle-grade spiritual crystal?"

Jiang Wuyou raised his eyebrows and scolded:

"Girl, what do you know! Who is Young Master Jian? Haven't you seen any clues at this moment? Your father was so kind to him and took you to apologize in person. Why didn't you think about it?"

Jiang Youyue frowned slightly, pondering for a moment, but then said with a puzzled face:

"Isn't he just relying on the shadow of his ancestors to be taken advantage of by senior brother? Senior brother has told me that there is no need to take him too seriously!"

Jiang Wuyou let out a long sigh, pointed at Jiang Youyue, and said helplessly:

"Girl, you! When it comes to your cultivation, even if your father flatters you, he can't keep up with you. But when it comes to observing people's emotions and how to behave in the world, you haven't even learned anything from your father... Let me ask you, what is the relationship between the Jian family and your senior brother? ?”

Jiang Youyue shook her head and replied:

"Didn't Senior Brother say that his life experience is so involved that it's inconvenient to talk about it!"

Jiang Wuyou sneered and asked again:

"Do you remember that the day before yesterday, I went up to the mountain to test you and wanted to betroth you to Mr. Shen, but he sternly refused?"

Jiang Youyue rolled her eyes and said:
"Senior brother treats me like his daughter and doesn't think about it. What does this have to do with that stinky gangster?"

Jiang Wuyou asked again:
"Then let me ask you again, after getting along with Mr. Jian, have you ever gotten to know the Jian family in the slightest?"

Jiang Youyue shook her head again and replied:

"Didn't he lose his memory?"

Jiang Wuyou slapped the table, looked at Jiang Youyue with hatred, and scolded:

"Dad has reminded you of this, why don't you realize it? One last question, does Mr. Shen have a Taoist companion? How old is he this year? How old is Mr. Jian?"

Jiang Youyue was confused and said angrily:

"Elder brother is thirty-nine, how can any woman be worthy of her? The stinky gangster claims to be twenty-one, and he doesn't look like a good person at first sight... Dad, please stop being so secretive and tell me what you have to say!"

Jiang Wuyou stood up from the chair, reached out and poked Jiang Youyue's forehead, and said seriously:
"Dad will analyze it for you, just listen carefully!"

"Mr. Shen cares about you very much. He obviously likes you as a girl, but he has no romantic feelings and only treats you as a junior. What does this mean? It means that he has someone in his heart!"

"Your senior brother is extremely handsome and a humble gentleman. How can he be alone after so many years? I'm afraid he already has a Taoist partner at your age, but it's just that things are unpredictable, God does not fulfill people's wishes, and lovers do not get married!"

"Look at Jian Fusheng again. Her parents died, she fell off a cliff and lost her memory. However, she met Mr. Shen in the streets and got his advice to come to my Jiang family. How can there be such a coincidence in this world?"

After a pause, Jiang Wuyou picked up the wine glass on the table, drank it in one gulp, and said solemnly:

"If my father's prediction is correct, Mr. Shen's lover at that time was probably Jian Fusheng's mother. Because she was already a wife, due to human ethics, Mr. Shen could not find a matchmaker to marry him! And it is very possible that Mr. Jian was not married to Jian's mother. Born to Jian’s father, he is Mr. Shen’s biological son!”

"In this way, many things will be explained! You see, Mr. Shen has no feelings for you, probably because you and his son are of the same generation. The reason why he asked Mr. Jian to come to my Jiang family, and also I have ordered you to give me careful guidance, and I hope that you two will get married and get married!"

Jiang Youyue was dumbfounded. Her father's inference was too outrageous!

After lowering her head and thinking for a moment, Jiang Youyue frowned and said:
"That's not right! Senior brother told me that Jian Fusheng's character has yet to be tested, and he asked me to keep a distance from him..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Wuyou interrupted:
"What do you know? This is called playing hard to get, suppressing before you want to advance!"

Jiang Youyue glared at Jiang Wuyou and said displeasedly:
"No matter what you say, dad, there is no way that this girl will get along with that stinky gangster! Huh, I'll go find my senior brother and ask!"

Jiang Wuyou grabbed his daughter's arm and said angrily:

"Is this something you can ask? If you don't do it well, you will alienate the relationship between Mr. Shen and my Jiang family! You can only bury Mr. Jian's matter in your heart for the time being, and leave it to you to think of ways to insinuate yourself in the future! Dad is warning you, You have to show more respect to Mr. Jian in the future. Regardless of his current poor cultivation, if he is really Mr. Shen’s son, he will surely rise to great heights in the future and his achievements will be much higher than yours!"

Jiang Youyue shook her arm and said reluctantly:

"Okay, okay, dad, please stop thinking blindly. I just won't bully him in the future..."

After finally driving her father out of the door, Jiang Youyue sat down on the Babu bed, her mind spinning a thousand times.

The eldest brother actually fell in love with a married woman?

The stinky gangster is actually the child of the elder brother?

Senior brother wants me to marry that stinky gangster?

What is this? ? ?

……

The moon sets and the sun rises.

Jian Fusheng was in a good mood, because as soon as he got up in the morning, the pretender came uninvited and took Master Jing away. He also explained a few words about the reason for beating him yesterday, which made him understand the pain.

Arriving at the private school early, Jian Fusheng asked the old teacher for advice on a bunch of unfamiliar vocabulary, and then pondered on it by himself for more than an hour, feeling that his head was as big as a bucket.

"Changting Bu" and "The Book of Coming to the World" are both easy to read, but the key is the article "Nine Layers of Mountain". The more I read it, the more confused I become!

This Taoist technique is actually a luck-based attack and killing method. It basically talks about condensing the whole body's true energy into the Dantian, and then pouring it out in an instant, overwhelming mountains and seas, as heavy as a thousand stones.

This technique does not rely on foreign objects, but relies entirely on one's own powerful true energy. It can be performed with bare hands, or attached to various weapons. Once practiced to a deep level, it can superimpose nine levels of strength, creating a power that is far higher than one's own cultivation level!

However, although the truth is simple, Jian Fusheng studied for a long time, but still couldn't find the method. The moment the true energy was collected in the Dantian, it spread out on its own and could not be collected at all.

After lunch, Jian Fusheng came to the martial arts field early and practiced the "Changting Step" several times.

The injury had healed yesterday. Jian Fusheng walked quickly, flew horizontally and vertically, and unknowingly reached the third level of Changting Step.

After landing on the ground, Jian Fusheng had just straightened his sweat-soaked collar when he saw Shen Mubai strolling in the courtyard waving a folding fan, and Jiang Youyue held his arm and followed him.

snort!A couple of dogs and men!

Jian Fusheng cursed secretly in his heart, but thinking about the two fat beatings he received yesterday, he still felt a lingering fear. He quickly raised his hands and asked:

"Mr. Shen, eldest lady...are you two here to beat me up?"

Jiang Youyue looked at Jian Fusheng and then at Shen Mubai beside her, thinking that the features of this stinky gangster looked a bit like his elder brother. He couldn't really be father and son...

Shen Mubai smiled slightly and asked:

"How are you doing with the three-part Sutra practice?"

Jian Fusheng sighed and told the difficult problem of "Nine Layers of Mountain".

Jiang Youyue frowned when she heard this, turned to Shen Mubai and asked:

"Senior brother, "Nine Layers of Mountain" is indeed a bit obscure and difficult to understand. Junior sister has also been thinking about it for a long time, but has never started..."

Shen Mubai touched Jiang Youyue's head and comforted:
"This technique is too strong and incompatible with your spiritual constitution. Junior sister, you don't need to practice it."

After a pause, Shen Mubai looked at Jian Fusheng again and said:
"Fighting is more important than actual combat. I will find an opponent for you. You can use what you have learned these days first. We will discuss the matter of "Nine Layers of Mountain" later."

The three of them chose an arena. Jiang Youyue dismissed the Jiang family disciples who were squaring off and said to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy under the stage:
"Brother 39, come up!"

The young man was stunned when he heard this, jumped up on the stage and saluted Jiang Youyue, saying:
"Third sister...my name is Childish!"

When Jian Fusheng heard this, he snickered secretly.

This generation of the Jiang family is the generation with the word "young". This young man's name is Jiang Youzhi. Because he has a bit of a local accent, it sounds like "childish".

Jiang Youyue couldn't remember the names of these brothers and sisters. His father worked hard every day in order to produce another good immortal cultivator in the clan. In the next year or two, it is estimated that the number of children will be in the hundreds.

Jiang Youyue pointed at Fusheng and said:

"You go over and practice with him, no need to hold back!"

Jiang Youzhi glanced at Jian Fusheng and said with some hesitation:
"Third sister, I have already reached the third level of Qi refining...he is only at the first level..."

Jiang Youyue tilted her head and said angrily:

"Stop talking nonsense, just do it when I ask you to do it, just don't cripple me!"

Jiang Youzhi nodded helplessly, cupped his hands to Jian Fusheng, and said with an apology:

"Master Jian, I'm offended!"

After saying that, the young man pointed his toes and kicked out an afterimage with his legs. In an instant, he rushed in front of Jian Fusheng and punched him in the chest.

This was the first time Jian Fusheng fought against a monk, and he immediately became confused. He hurriedly covered his chest with his hands and ran away.

When Jiang Youzhi saw Jian Fusheng dodge, he punched his fist, hit his waist, kicked his legs, and kicked Jian Fusheng straight in the face.

Seeing this, Jian Fusheng hurriedly raised his head, folded his knees, and slid over on his knees. Although he managed to avoid the blow, he fell to his knees following the inertia and could not get up for a while.

Seeing the opportunity, Jiang Youzhi immediately stepped forward and kicked Jian Fusheng on the back, kicking him off the ring.

There was a burst of laughter all around the ring.

Jian Fusheng got up in disgrace, and saw Jiang Youzhi standing high above the ring, saluting him:

"Master Jian, I accept the concession!"

A wave of bad breath rushed into his heart, but Jian Fusheng had nowhere to vent, so he could only curse in his heart.

Just as Jiang Youzhi was about to leave, Shen Mubai shook his folding fan and said calmly:
"Don't leave, you two come back again!"

Jian Fusheng climbed onto the ring again and heard the pretentious saying:
"Jian Fusheng, why are you panicking? The gap between the two levels of Qi refining means that with your foundation, you are not without the strength to fight... If you fight like this with others, you are probably not far from death!"

Although Jian Fusheng was not angry, he also knew that what the pretender said was true. He quickly calmed down and recited "Changting Bu" silently, staring at Jiang Youzhi with all his vigilance.

Jiang Youzhi stepped forward and ran straight towards Jian Fusheng again. He used his right fist to create wind. Jian Fusheng leaned forward, stepped on the hexagram position, and opened the distance of several feet with one step.

The two of them chased and dodged, and circled the ring twice. Jian Fusheng finally spotted an opportunity, and when he passed by Jiang Youyue, he elbowed him in the face.

Jiang Youzhi raised the corner of his mouth, blocked the door with his left arm, hooked his right fist, and hit Jian Fusheng firmly on the waist!

Jian Fusheng roared in pain, covered his waist and squatted on the ground, shouting for a timeout.

You're a bitch, you're not that big of a person, you have a lot of tricks up your sleeve, and you're trying to trick me by deliberately showing off a flaw!

Jiang Youzhi scratched his head, a little embarrassed. The third sister said not to hold back, but he didn't dare not listen...

"Master Jian, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay..." Jian Fusheng raised his head and gave this guy an extremely ugly smile.

Will it be okay?You're so fucking cruel, your waist is almost broken!

Under the ring, more and more Jiang family disciples stopped practicing and came to watch, whispering to each other and pointing on the stage from time to time.

Jian Fusheng felt very uncomfortable. He didn't expect that he had killed everyone in Dafeng County, but when he came to this exquisite world, he couldn't even defeat the young boy.

I originally thought that I could fight him for a few rounds with my martial arts fist, but unexpectedly when I faced a real monk, that thing was nothing!
Jiang Youyue looked at Jian Fusheng's embarrassment with a look of disdain. This guy was too weak. She had taught him a few tricks the day before yesterday, but when it came to actual combat, he couldn't use anything.

Shen Mubai looked indifferent, looked at Jian Fusheng, and said:

"Go get a handy wooden weapon and continue!"

Jiang Youzhi jumped off the ring and took a long wooden sword from Lan Qi. Jian Fusheng squatted on the ground with his hands on his waist and asked him to help bring a long spear with a wooden tip.

Looking at Shen Mubai pitifully, Jian Fusheng protested:
"Sir, I have pain in my lower back, can you rest for a while..."

Shen Mubai chuckled and said with a smile:

"If you were to fight with others, you would have died a hundred times, why don't you get up now!"

Jian Fusheng struggled to stand up and saw Jiang You brushing the wooden sword with his hand. The air around the sword was slightly distorted. He also followed the example and wiped the tip of the spear with his finger, but he couldn't get it right. It was useless...

Seeing this, the Jiang family members in the audience burst out laughing.

Seeing Jiang Youzhi holding a wooden sword and riding the wind, Jian Fusheng raised his spear high, used it as a stick, and slashed it down vertically.

Jiang You straightened his body and easily passed the spear. Before Jian Fusheng could take Changting Step, the tip of the sword touched his neck.

bang bang bang!
Jian Fusheng dropped his spear and immediately raised his hands to surrender...

There was endless laughter in the audience, and Jiang Youyue covered her forehead as she watched.

In fact, Jian Fusheng is not so unbearable, but Jiang Youyue is present, he can't use the Shui Yuan Sword, and the Immortal Devouring Immortal Art is too terrifying, and he doesn't even want to think about it... Without the attack and killing technique, relying solely on How could the little three-legged cat kung fu he learned in the Pangu world be a match for these Jiang family disciples.

Shen Mubai shook his head and said to Jian Fusheng:
"That's it for today, just follow me!"

Shen Mubai led Jian Fusheng all the way to the puppet field and asked:

"Do you know the difference between you and a real monk?"

Jian Fusheng nodded.Shen Mubai closed his folding fan and said calmly:
"Alright!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his finger and gently touched the forehead of a wooden puppet.

Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka!
A series of muffled sounds came from inside the puppet, and then countless cracks were seen extending from the forehead of the puppet. In the blink of an eye, it collapsed and turned into sawdust on the ground.

Shen Mubai looked back at Jian Fusheng and said calmly:

"This is "Nine Layers of Mountain". Just now I only used the true energy from the first level of Qi Refining to reach the fifth level of this technique!"

Jiang Youyue on the side immediately clapped her hands and said:

"Wow! Senior brother is so awesome! No, no, no, senior brother, please change this method. I must learn it!"

Jian Fusheng rolled her eyes at her, a flatterer...

Shen Mubai signaled Jiang Youyue to calm down and asked Jian Fusheng:

"How do you feel?"

Jian Fusheng bowed quickly and said obediently:

"Sir, you have a great way to connect with the gods, and your magic power is boundless. This technique is unparalleled in ancient times and has endless mysteries... Please teach me, sir!"

Shen Mubai nodded, thinking that although this guy's words were a bit exaggerated, he still knew his stuff. This "Nine Layers of Mountain" was learned by him after he was reincarnated into the world of mortals and traveled through famous mountains and rivers. Even compared to Emperor Zun's "The Art of Devouring Immortals" It's not as good as it is, but it's also a magical skill with deep Tao Yun!

Pulling out the folding fan and unfolding it, Shen Mubai blocked out the sound here, carefully analyzed the fate of "Nine Layers of Mountain" to Jian Fusheng, and then said:
"It is said that one force can defeat all kinds of magic. The Great Dao is invisible. Once you learn this technique, you will be able to master everything and use eighteen kinds of weapons. Under the power of Huanghuang, all tricks will be defeated without attack!"

Hearing this, Jian Fusheng frowned and pondered for a while, then suddenly walked up to a puppet and stretched out his finger!
The puppet's forehead dented instantly, sinking into a small hole about an inch long.

Shen Mubai nodded and commented:
"It's a bit interesting, but the time and heat to accumulate power are far from enough, and I haven't even used the first level of the mountain... Qi refining monk, the ninth level of the mountain can be up to the seventh level. You can experience it yourself."

After saying that, Shen Mubai turned around and left while waving his folding fan.

Jiang Youyue took Shen Mubai's arm and said coquettishly:
"Elder brother, you can't be partial. You haven't even taught me such a powerful spell!"

Shen Mubai looked at Jiang Youyue lovingly and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, junior sister. Senior brother has specially revised a powerful method for you. It is still being polished and will be passed on to you in a while..."

Jian Fusheng was too lazy to listen to the two of them talking nonsense, so he simply covered his ears, sat cross-legged on the ground, and deduced the routine of "Nine Layers of Mountain" over and over again.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting in the west.

Qiu Ju came and bowed to the slip and said with a smile:

"Sir, it's time for dinner. Let's practice again tomorrow."

Jian Fusheng stood up slowly, stretched out his finger and pointed at the puppet's chest.

Pierce the puppet with just one finger!
Sensing the Qi just now, Jian Fusheng sat down again, waved to Qiu Ju and said:

"Don't bother me!"

With the moon high in the sky, Qiu Ju came again and said softly:

"Sir, please go back to your room and rest."

Jian Fusheng closed his eyes tightly, like an old monk in meditation, without any response.

The next morning, Qiu Ju came to the martial arts arena again and looked at Jian Fusheng sitting cross-legged on the ground like a sculpture, her eyebrows furrowed and her face full of shock.

The expression on her face changed, Qiu Ju bit her lip and went straight to the main house of the Jiang family.

Not long after, the head of the Jiang family and Jiang Youyue rushed over.

When Jiang Youyue saw Jian Fusheng, she couldn't help being stunned and murmured:
"How come this guy has reached the second level of Qi refining after sitting here all night?!?"

With that said, Jiang Youyue walked up to Jian Fusheng, poked his shoulder with her finger, and shouted:
"Hey! Wake up!"

Seeing this, Jiang Wuyou pulled Jiang Youyue away and said:

"Young Master Jian must have had an epiphany. Qiu Ju, go find the disciples and bring some formation disks to separate the puppet field from the arena. You Yue, go and inform the family members that they are not allowed to enter the puppet field during afternoon practice!"

It didn't take long for several of the Jiang family's disciples to bring several array disks and set up a fluorescent soundproof array wall between the puppet arena and the ring.

Jiang Wuyou looked at Jian Fusheng inside the wall. Jiang Youyue rushed away and came back and said:

"How about it? Dad has told you a long time ago. Golden scales are not a thing in the pond. When the wind and clouds change, Master Jian's future is limitless!"

Jiang Youyue pursed her lips and said disdainfully:
"He's on the second level of Qi Refining. He's already so old, what's the big deal!"

At noon that day, the Jiang family's children finished their lunch and came to the martial arts field one after another.

Looking at Jian Fusheng on the other side of the wall, they all looked at each other.

"I heard that Mr. Jian arrived at the second floor of Qi Refining overnight. Is it true?"

"What's so strange? I've accumulated enough energy and achieved a breakthrough!"

"That's right, he's already so old, and it's time for his miscellaneous spirit roots to reach the sixth level of Qi refining!"

"What's wrong with the miscellaneous spiritual roots? Aren't your earthly spiritual roots also underdeveloped? If they are stretched to death, you can only build one layer of foundation?"

"Why are you talking so far? At least they have achieved enlightenment. They can achieve enlightenment after one or two levels of Qi refining. Maybe they cultivated Taoism late, but their spiritual roots are better than all of us..."

While everyone was discussing, Jian Fusheng inside the wall suddenly stood up and pointed at the puppet's neck!

Click!

The puppet's neck broke in response, and its wooden head rolled to the ground.

Jian Fusheng frowned and looked at the ground, walked to another puppet, and once again crossed his legs and fell into meditation.

The sun was setting in the west mountain, and the children of the Jiang family slowly dispersed. Suddenly, a fierce momentum shot up into the sky. Everyone looked back and saw Jian Fusheng's hair standing on end inside the array wall. His clothes were rising without the wind. In an instant, his aura had surged to the point where he was refining his energy. Three floors!
A moment later, Jiang Wuyou and Jiang Youyue arrived one after another. Jiang Wuyou immediately ordered people to invite the retainers over, and used new array plates to double the thickness of the isolation array wall. Jiang Youyue looked in disbelief and glanced at Jian Fusheng. Go straight to the back mountain.

Outside the thatched cottage, Shen Mubai patiently listened to Jiang Youyue's chatter and said with a slight smile:
"No need to pay attention to him. I will go with you to take a look tomorrow."

It was another moonlit night with few stars. Qiu Ju sneaked into the martial arts arena and took a look at Jian Fusheng under the moonlight. Her face turned green and white for a while, and she quietly retreated.

The rising sun was rising in the east. As soon as Jiang Wuyou came out of the side room of his concubine No. 60, he heard the servant report:
"Master Qi, Mr. Jian has reached the fourth level of Qi refining!"

Jiang Wuyou nodded calmly and said with a smile:
"That's what that person's heirs should be!"

Just after morning classes today, the Jiang family's children rushed into the martial arts arena in a swarm. They looked at Jian Fusheng inside the array wall and started talking:

"Oh my god, what kind of luck is this, that you have been promoted to three minor realms in one epiphany?"

"Luck? This is your strength! I think Mr. Jian is at least an Earth Spirit Root!"

"The earth spirit roots are not that outrageous, right? They are probably the same as the third sister, they are all mysterious spirit roots. Didn't you see that the third sister was building the foundation on the fifth level a few days ago, and now she has the foundation on the ninth level?"

"He should still be incomparable with Third Sister... Look, Third Sister is here!"

This time Jiang Youyue came with Milk Dragon by her side. She patted Milk Dragon on the forehead and asked:
"Milk Dragon, what's going on with this guy?"

Milk Dragon glanced at Jian Fusheng, rolled his eyes, and said:

"I can't see anything, ask your senior brother!"

Jiang Youyue kicked it and cursed in a low voice:

"Trash, thank you for being an immortal..."

When they arrived at the back mountain, Shen Mubai was in the cave to extend his ancestor's life, so Jiang Youyue had no choice but to withdraw and guard outside the thatched cottage.

Not long after, Shen Mubai walked out of the cave and followed Jiang Youyue to the martial arts field.

Jian Fusheng hadn't eaten for a long time, and his face was a little pale, but his aura was rising into the sky. The cyclone surrounding his body could no longer be hidden, revealing a small vortex about four inches in size, wildly sweeping the spiritual energy around him.

The Jiang family disciples on the martial arts field were stunned, with shock on their faces.

"Is this...is this still a human being? Can he absorb spiritual energy like this?"

"Are you drinking spiritual energy as water?"

"Who knows what kind of mysterious skills Mr. Jian has practiced? Is it a heavenly magic skill?"

"He must have built a foundation a long time ago, right? I heard that he fell off a cliff and lost his memory. Is he recovering now?"

While everyone was discussing, Jian Fusheng suddenly opened his eyes. A stream of green energy rose from his feet and went straight up to the heavenly spirit. The aura on his body also suddenly jumped up to the fifth level of Qi refining!
"what?"

"This is too ridiculous!"

"Look, his eyes are open, he's awake!"

Jian Fusheng was focused on nothing else. He occupied the ground and stretched out his index finger to click on the puppet in front of him...

But he suddenly paused, and the nail on his index finger burst suddenly, and the fingertip was a bloody mess!
puff!
Jian Fusheng opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the puppet, and his aura plummeted!
Shen Mubai's body swayed and he had already entered the formation wall, and his folding fan touched the back of Jian Fusheng's heart.

Jian Fusheng only felt an aura immersed in the feeling of time penetrate into his body, helping him sort out the chaotic zhenqi in his body, and the twelve dragons that were almost broken into pieces also slowly recovered.

Looking back at Shen Mubai, Jian Fusheng bowed deeply and expressed his sincere thanks.

Shen Mubai nodded slightly and said via voice:
"This technique is something I have learned over the years after traveling far and wide. It contains the power of the human world. Don't do it too hastily! I will demonstrate it to you again. As long as you can understand the fourth level, you will be a rare talent in the world!"

After saying this, Shen Mubai took out his index finger again and placed it between the puppet's eyebrows without any trace of fireworks.

This time, the puppet did not split from the inside out, but with Shen Mubai's finger as the center, the sawdust peeled off piece by piece, and it took a stick of incense to turn it into sawdust.

Jian Fusheng lowered his head and stared blankly at the sawdust on the ground. He recalled every word of "Nine Chong Mountains" over and over in his mind, but he always felt that he was still a little short of understanding it!
Shen Mubai retracted his index finger, took out his folding fan and swept it, then suppressed the array, and ordered to the people outside:

"Send someone to bring some water and dry food!"

Not long after, the servants brought dry food and water bags. Jian Fusheng had a hasty meal and sat down cross-legged again.

Shen Mubai folded his fan a little, and the whirlpool surrounding Jian Fusheng disappeared. Then he swayed out of the puppet field and ordered to everyone:
"You don't need to pay attention to him, just do what you want."

Jiang Youyue looked at Jian Fusheng in the puppet field and couldn't help but recall the situation during the catastrophe that day. Her doubts became more and more serious. She stepped forward and pulled Shen Mubai's sleeves and asked:
"Senior brother, what on earth is going on with that stinky... brat?"

Shen Mubai hesitated for a moment and prevaricated:
"It's nothing, I just have a good understanding. Didn't Junior Sister also improve by four small realms after passing through the tribulation?"

Jiang Youyue looked suspicious:
"Isn't that why you helped me, senior brother?"

Shen Mubai smiled and said:
"Senior Brother's "Nine Layers of Mountain" is no worse than that ten thousand year old medicine!"

As the sun sets and the moon rises, it is Jian Fusheng's sixth night in Linglong Realm.

Jian Fusheng stayed up for two nights, but did not feel sleepy at all. After reciting the poem "Nine Layers of Mountain" silently a thousand times, it had already transformed into three complex runes in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The three runes contain the true movement trajectory of this Taoist technique, but the last rune is incomplete. Only half of it is formed, and the other half is empty.

At this time, in Jian Fusheng's sea of ​​consciousness, the four characters "Chengtian Yun Dao" hung high on the ceiling, suppressing the two characters "Eating Immortal" below, and the three runes representing "Nine Layers of Mountain" were "eating". Immortal" pressed below, looking extremely dim.

Unknowingly, Jian Fusheng's realm had climbed to the sixth level of Qi refining.

Feeling the surging true energy in his body, Jian Fusheng stood up again, collected all the true energy in his Dantian, divided it into three times, and stacked it on his fingertips one by one. With each layer stacked, Jian Fusheng's fingertips felt a surge of swelling. When Jian Fusheng stacked the fourth layer, his fingertips couldn't bear it anymore and his nails broke again.

Jian Fusheng doesn't care much about this minor injury. The index finger of his right hand that was injured in the afternoon is almost completely healed now.

But being stuck on the third level of the Nine Layers Mountain, Jian Fusheng was extremely unwilling to do so, because he felt that he was just short of that indescribable thread to fully understand this technique!

Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, Jian Fu sighed and murmured:
"Since I have a Taoist body, why doesn't God help me at this critical moment?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four characters "Chengtian Yun Dao" in the sea of ​​consciousness flickered, and a ray of green light fell down, pouring on the three runes!

In an instant, the scenery around Jian Fusheng changed rapidly. Sometimes there were long streets and ancient alleys, sometimes blue lakes and orchid pavilions, sometimes solitary smoke in the desert, sometimes gloomy jungles, countless mortals, emperors and generals living and dying in an instant, countless birds and animals, and prosperous green plants in an instant. Prosperity and decline.

The endless flow of time and space finally condensed together and turned into a towering mountain that reached up to the sky and descended into the netherworld.

Jian Fusheng stood on the top of the mountain, looking up at the bright stars in the sky, standing still...

I don't know how long it took, but Jian Fusheng suddenly felt something in his heart and walked down the mountain step by step.

The third rune in the sea of ​​​​consciousness was suddenly completed, and then condensed together, turning into a shaking word "immortal"!

As Jian Fusheng walked from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, the word "Xian" burst into pieces again, and finally turned into two words, hanging under the word "Eating Immortal":
Red dust!

The next afternoon, the martial arts arena was crowded with people. Not only most of the Jiang family's children came, but even the elders in the family came over to watch.

Jiang Youyue sat on the roof of the practice room, turned to look at Shen Mubai beside her, and asked:
"Elder brother, what are his qualifications? Don't you hide it from me?"

Just as Shen Mubai was about to speak, he suddenly felt something in his heart and looked up at the sky.

I saw an extremely heavy black light falling from the heart of the sky, straight into Jian Fusheng's heavenly spirit!
Jian Fusheng suddenly opened his eyes, and his momentum was rising like bamboo shoots after a rain!
Qi refining seven layers!

Qi refining eight layers!

Qi refining nine layers!

Amidst the screams and exclamations of everyone in the Jiang family, Jian Fusheng's eyes burst out with two gleams of light, and he stretched out his right hand and moved forward!
In the entire martial arts arena, all the wooden puppets crackled and exploded, and then they all exploded in an instant, turning into countless flying wood chips, flying everywhere in the air!
With one finger, the puppets in the audience were shattered. Jian Fusheng slowly turned around, bowed deeply to Shen Mubai on the roof, and said in a loud voice:
"Look at the mountain, it's not a mountain. The ninth world immortal, Jian Fusheng, thank you for your guidance!"

　Two days ago, I used a ladder to code. WPS lost the manuscript, so I only had [-] words for two consecutive days. Today, I completed one chapter with [-] words.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)