In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

Chapter 15: The number of looting entries has increased again, what a great literary talent!

[Ding! Congratulations to the host, Brahma Prajna, for entering the first level of the Arhat Realm. The number of entries that can be plundered has increased. Please pay attention to the host. ]

[Name: Su Han]

[Cultivation: Taiji Xuanqing Dao (a glimpse of the path), Mahabrahma Prajna (the first level of the Arhat realm)]

[Kung Fu: Mahavairocana, Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao]

[Item: Bloodthirsty Pearl]

[Spiritual Pet: None]

[Number of lootable entries: 2]

[Owned entries: Son of Luck (white), Buddha Body and Devil Heart (black)]

Su Han looked at the display on his attribute panel, which showed the number of plunderable entries as 2, and nodded slightly.

"It seems that every time I improve my strength, I can increase the number of entries I plunder once."

"The Taiji Xuanqing Dao has nine levels from Yuqing to Shangqing, and the Mahavairocana Prajna has nine levels from Shengwen to Yuanjue..."

"That's, eighteen entries?!"

Su Han was instantly surprised.

After all, he only has two entries now, and some aspects are already so amazing.

If eighteen attributes are gathered together, the weakest attribute will be of gold quality.

Su Han simply couldn't imagine what kind of 'evil' genius this would create?
But soon, Su Han shook his head again.

After all, his Mahavairocana Prajna had just entered the realm of Arhats, and Su Han didn't know whether the number of entry plunderings could be increased by one with each level of cultivation improvement.

"If so, we should consider getting a copy of the magic technique to practice as soon as possible."

“In this way, not only can the number of looting entries be increased, but also the three religions can be cultivated in advance to prepare for the future cultivation of the Heavenly Book.”

Just as Su Han was thinking about how to maximize profits.

"Boom boom boom!"

A rapid knock on the door broke the silence in the room.

Su Han was slightly startled, "Knock on the door?"

Then, Su Han looked up at the rising sun outside the window.

"It turns out that I have been practicing for a whole night without realizing it."

Think of this.

Su Han quickly calmed down, stood up and went to open the door.

The door slowly opened, and Wenmin's gentle face came into view.

"Morning, Senior Sister."

Wen Min did not answer, but stared at Su Han in a daze, with a hint of surprise and curiosity in her eyes.

"Little junior brother."

"I haven't seen you for just one night. How come I feel like you've changed so much?"

Wenmin was a little confused.

She could feel that Su Han's temperament had changed, but she couldn't tell exactly where the change was.

"It seems that he makes people subconsciously want to get close to him, because they feel that he is so 'clear'..."

“This feeling is so weird!”

Su Han was slightly stunned after hearing Wen Min's words.

Then he smiled and said, "Maybe it's because I practiced Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao with my master yesterday."

Wen Min nodded in realization, "I thought so, it turns out that you have already started practicing Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao."

Seeing that Wen Min no longer doubted him, Su Han smiled and said, "Senior Sister, are you alone?"

"Who else could it be but me?"

Su Han was a little disappointed. He was thinking that maybe Lu Xueqi could come along.

In that case, he could just copy her talent.

"Now that I haven't seen Lu Xueqi, I guess I can only wait until I go to the canteen tonight to copy it."

Su Han concealed his disappointed expression, smiled and shook his head: "Nothing."

"Sister Wenmin, Master said you would lead me in cultivation yesterday. How should we cultivate?"

Hearing Su Han's question, Wen Min showed a playful smile on his face.

Then, with full of anticipation, he pulled Su Han and walked towards the back mountain of Xiaozhu Peak.

“It looks like they really are cutting bamboo.”

Looking at the direction of progress, Su Han was thinking slightly in his mind.

At the same time, he let Wenmin pull him forward.

Su Han's residence was originally located halfway up the mountain, not far from the back mountain.

Therefore, soon, Su Han followed Wen Min to the back mountain of Xiaozhu Peak.

From afar, there is a quiet bamboo forest, shining with emerald green light under the reflection of the morning sun. The breeze blows, and the bamboo leaves rustle.

But it is different from ordinary bamboo.

I saw that the emerald green bamboo bodies of these bamboos were covered with small pink spots, like the sad tears of a gentle woman, which was extremely beautiful.

Wen Min pointed at the bamboo forest and said, "Junior brother, this is the strange bamboo that grows abundantly on our Xiaozhu Peak - the tear bamboo."

"How about beautiful, right?"

Su Han nodded slightly, "The emperor's son descended on the northern shore, his eyes were filled with sorrow. The autumn wind was blowing, the waves of Dongting Lake were rippling, and the leaves were falling."

"Tear Bamboo is indeed very sad and beautiful."

Wen Min looked at Su Han in surprise, "Junior brother, you have such a good literary talent. I have never heard a better poem describing Xiang Fei than this."

Su Han smiled and shook his head: "Senior Sister, this is not what I did."

"Oh."

Wenmin nodded, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Then Senior Sister, go back and look for the entire poem."

"The emperor's son descended on the northern bank, his eyes were dim and worried about me... I think this poem must be very beautiful."

Hearing this, Su Han looked at Wen Min, who was so curious that she forgot about her business, and quickly changed the subject, "Senior Sister, how should we practice?"

Wen Min came back to her senses when she heard Su Han's words.

Then her face became slightly serious, "In our Qingyun Sect, each peak has a different way of laying the foundation."

As she spoke, she pointed to the bamboo forest.

“For example, at Dazhu Peak, they cut bamboo.”

"For the first three years of initiation, new disciples must go to the back mountain to cut bamboo every day."

"And our Xiaozhu Peak was not like this at the beginning, but later, Senior Uncle Su Ru passed this method to our Xiaozhu Peak."

"Master found this method to be useful, so we at Xiaozhu Peak are now doing the same."

"It's just that the specific time for chopping bamboo is not fixed like in Dazhu Peak. It depends on each person's progress. Once you enter the Yuqing Realm, you no longer need to chop bamboo."

After hearing Wen Min's explanation, Su Han nodded.

Soon, Wenmin arrived in front of the bamboo forest.

He picked up the backpack and a hatchet that had been placed on the roadside, and handed the backpack to Su Han.

Then, Wen Min looked Su Han up and down.

"Junior brother, considering your age, you only need to chop one bamboo every day for the first three months."

"Senior Sister Wenmin, are you sure you want one a day?"

When Wen Min heard Su Han's question, the teasing in his eyes became even stronger, "Yes, it's just one."

However, Wenmin had a bad taste and did not explain why he only cut one.

Instead, he took the initiative to step forward and swung the hatchet at an extremely thick tear bamboo not far away.

Wen Min raised his knife and cut the thick bamboo neatly into pieces, with each section clearly visible.

"How about it?"

"Little Junior Brother, isn't it very simple?"

Su Han nodded, "It's really simple."

Upon hearing this, Wen Min threw the hatchet in his hand to Su Han.

"Then, little brother, it's your turn to chop next."

As he spoke, Wenmin searched and finally found an extremely thin tear bamboo.

"Just this one."

After saying that, Wenmin walked to the side, folded his arms, and looked like he was waiting to see a good show.

"The bamboo from our Xiaozhu Peak is not as hard as the black-knotted bamboo from Dazhu Peak."

"But the bamboos in our Xiaozhu Peak are extremely tough. They are even known as the toughest in the world. How can they be so easy to cut?"

Wenmin thought about how he was also called by his master to cut bamboo.

At that time, I was also wondering why my master asked me to chop only one bamboo in a whole day.

At that time, the master did not explain, but just asked me to chop.

Until the first knife fell, the bent bamboo bounced back and hit Wenmin hard.

Then she understood why her master asked her to cut only one.

That day, she chopped from morning until sunset before she finally managed to cut through the thinnest bamboo.

Think of this.

Wen Min retracted her gaze and looked at Su Han, her eyes full of smiles.

"How long will it take for my junior fellow apprentice to cut the first bamboo?"

(End of this chapter)