Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 35 Practice and Departure

"Junior brother, Master said he would take us out tomorrow, why are you unhappy?" Han Yundao returned to the dormitory with a look of joy, as if he had forgotten the pain in his swollen palms and bruised knees.

Cultivating immortals is really a very hard thing. He had had enough of the boredom of cultivation in the past three months, and being able to take a break from going out, no matter what he did, Han Yundao thought it was a great thing.

"Going out?" Jin Shilun, who had just heard the news, was also very excited. Reciting scriptures every day would be boring, right?

"I don't know. Maybe it's because Master's attitude changed too quickly and I feel a little weird." Duan Anle shook his head.

"You, you, Master has always been like this. Second Uncle said that he is the same as Li Yunlong, with a dog face." Han Yundao lay on the bed, stretching lazily.

"Brother, I've always wanted to know who this 'Li Yunlong' is?"

"I don't know either. I only vaguely heard Master and his uncles talk about him a few times. He seemed to be a respected sword master."

One day
The half-foot-tall animal oil candle and the rosin in the stove emitted wisps of green smoke, which merged slowly into one another.

Kang Dabao sat in the cloud room with his eyes closed, the fingers of his hands changing several times in an instant. After a moment, Kang Dabao uttered a mysterious syllable softly, and the whole cloud room shook slightly after it landed.

Kang Dabao suddenly opened his eyes, and the edges of his small black pupils had turned light golden.

"As Chongming said, the sun and the moon are the continuous light," Kang Dabao whispered, his face full of joy.

He was stuck in the Golden Eyes for nearly twenty years, and was able to enter the door only by relying on the great terror between life and death.

I had thought that the subsequent training would still be extremely difficult, but after three months of hard practice, I had actually brought this lower-grade Universe Technique to a small level of success.

What kind of concept is this! It took Master Kang a year and a half to master the lower-grade fireball technique!

The faces of the four ghosts of the Liu family, Bai Bian of Baijiazhai, Taoist Wu of Songlin Temple, the old six of Wuniao Mountain, and Niu Guier, all of whom died in tragic ways, flashed before his eyes.

According to his estimation, with the power of this technique, even a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training holding a medium-grade defensive weapon could be defeated with one strike.

With this technique alone, he would have a great chance of winning against ordinary cultivators in the late stage of Qi training.

Not only that, he can also see clearly ordinary illusions, concealing magic tools, methods of concealing breath, etc. as long as the difference in cultivation between the two parties is not too big.

If he had already mastered the Golden Eyes, the battle at Yema Village wouldn't have been so difficult.

Unfortunately, according to the notes of Grandmaster Zhang, if one wants to practice this pupil technique more deeply, one must not only use a large amount of second-level red crystal sand and second-level smart liquid to assist in practice, but also find a rare second-level spiritual herb "Moon Fern" to achieve perfection.

Kang Dabao has asked nearby monks about it these days, but they all said that they have never seen or heard of it, and they don't know how Master Zhang got it back then.

After the Golden Eyes for Breaking Illusions have been mastered to a small degree, they are no longer just a method of fighting, but also have auxiliary functions such as seeing through illusions, distinguishing spirits and recognizing objects.

"Magic, magic, and the way to protect the way!" Things will naturally straighten out when they reach the bridge. Kang Dabao sighed in the end and took out the Pojun Hammer to warm it up.

Even low-level magic tools still need to be refined with magic power, and the user also needs to polish and nourish them with spiritual power and divine seals from time to time.

This is not only a method to maintain the spiritual power of the magic weapon, but also a means to strengthen the connection between man and the weapon.

For example, the three-turn Qingfeng sword in Jiang Qing's hand was originally just a relatively good low-grade magic sword. But after more than ten years of continuous hard work, in his hands, the three-turn Qingfeng sword could even be comparable to the power of a mid-grade magic weapon in a short period of time.

On the contrary, if this is not done, a magic weapon may only be able to exert 80% of its full power.

You can also do as the fourth son of the Liu family did and refine the golden round shield into your life-saving magic weapon. With the bonus of the user's essence and blood, the power of the magic weapon will be even more impressive.

But there are also disadvantages. If the magic weapon is damaged, the user who is connected with it mentally will also suffer great harm.

Kang Dabao had no plan to refine the Broken Army Hammer and the Golden Armor Round Shield into his life-long magical weapons. After all, the quality of these two magical weapons was too low. It would be a waste of effort if he spent so much effort on them and they could not keep up with his progress.

However, if the black-glazed gourd can be refined, it can be used as a magical weapon. It's a pity that I still don't know how to do it.

Apart from the life-saving smoke and the spiritual dew that he consumed once every twelve years, he still knew nothing and had to continue begging with this mountain of gold on his back.

After warming up the two instruments, it was already daybreak. In some ways, a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage was far superior to ordinary people. Kang Dabao had not slept all night but was still full of energy. He was just a little hungry, so he went to the kitchen to heat up two pork elbows for breakfast.

He watched his three apprentices finish their morning lessons, then they all got on the donkey carts and headed out of the mountain.

Pingrong County was formerly known as Nanwei County. Two hundred years ago, there was a rebellion by mountain barbarians in Jackdaw Mountain.

The leader was called Shanrong King, who led thirty-six large camps, seventy-two small camps, and thousands of barbarian soldiers. Within half a month, he swept through three states and forty-one counties.

He claimed to be the leader of all the barbarians in the world, established a country, and was extremely ferocious.

Shen Lingfeng, the governor of Shannan Road of Xianchao, led 3,000 cultivators. The two sides fought for twenty years. The battle was so brutal that most of the spiritual veins in Lianyunjiaozhou were cut off.

Finally, Shen Duguan killed two Jindan people and 160 people above the foundation-building stage before the rebellion was put down.

It took another sixty years to gather the remaining thousand barbarian soldiers and relocate the millions of mountain people captured in Jackdaw Mountain to Liangxi and Haibei, which completely resolved the chaos in Jackdaw Mountain. Nanwei County was renamed Pingrong. Some of the monks who followed Shen Lingfeng to fight in those days settled down in Yunjiaozhou, and Zhang Yuandao, the founder of Chongming Sect, was one of them.

At that time, there were only two foundation-building cultivators in Pingrong County, one was the Pingrong County Master, and the other was Zhang Yuandao.

When Zhang Yuandao was alive, Chongming Sect was the number one sect in Pingrong County.

But after his death, Chongming Sect gradually declined. When the third generation of the sect leader came, the descendants of Zhang family coveted the position of the sect leader, colluded with outsiders, and brought in wolves.
After going through all kinds of hardships, even the second-level spiritual vein was almost destroyed in that turmoil.

Over the past hundred years, the position of head has been passed to Kang Dabao, the seventh generation.

The largest sect at that time was only ranked in the middle and lower levels among the thirty-seven well-known Qi-training forces in Pingrong County.

But it is still slightly better than the extremely declining Pingrong County Court.

Not only that, the entire Pingrong County's immortal cultivation world is now in decline, with not even a single foundation-building cultivator.

At present, there are only three immortal cultivation forces that are slightly prosperous, and there is a bit of a momentum of weaklings pecking at each other.

One is the Grass Witch Cult. Legend has it that the leader of this cult found the incomplete heritage of the barbarian witch in Jackdaw Mountain.

Kang Dabao thought this was a bit nonsense. How could you, a poor man whose ancestors for three generations were dung pickers, be qualified to take anything that had anything to do with the Jindan forces?

The second is the Hemu Dao, whose leader, the Heilu Taoist, is about to lay the foundation, and he has dozens of disciples under him.

Since defeating Master Kang Dabao more than ten years ago, the Hemu Dao has become increasingly prosperous, and is showing signs of becoming comparable to the Cao Wu Cult.

The third is Yushan Island where Kang Dabao is going to take his disciples today.

The island owner's surname is Qin, his given name is Su Fu, and his nickname is Mr. Yushan. He has gathered together dozens of independent cultivators to establish a Yushan Cultivator Association, and his strength should not be underestimated.

Yushan Island is located in Xiyushan Lake, Pingrong County. It has a land area of ​​100 hectares and has one first-grade superior spiritual vein and one first-grade mid-grade spiritual vein.

Yushan Lake covers an area of ​​3,600 hectares and is also under the jurisdiction of the Fellow Practitioners Association. There is also a cold iron mine in the lake, which is considered a first-class place in Pingrong County.

In addition, most of the people in the fellow practitioners association are not too harsh on independent practitioners, which attracts many low-level independent practitioners to come here to make a living.

The old donkey had a hard time along the way, carrying the master and his disciples for three days and three nights without rest before they finally reached the edge of Yushan Lake. The fellow practitioners' association had a huge boat waiting for them at the lake, so they moored across the lake.

Fortunately, Yushan Island is not far from the shore, otherwise it would take a long time to reach such a large lake by boat.

Yushan Island was bustling with immortals and mortals. As soon as I got off the boat and entered the dock, several children of seven or eight years old came to greet me.

Kang Dabao had been here many times and knew that they were hangers-on who were soliciting customers for the nearby market. Although Kang Dabao could find the way, he still picked one of them who looked more obedient and then skillfully handed over two golden cornmeal.

"Wu Meng thanks the master for the reward!" The boy had his hair combed into a pigtail. Although his clothes were simple, they were washed cleanly. His face was white and chubby, which made people happy just by looking at him.

"Wu Meng, right? I'll lead the way." As he said this, he lifted the boy onto the donkey cart with one hand.

The two children were all delighted to see their peers. Although they were mortals, they had seen a lot of the world and were not afraid of the stage. The three children soon began to chat. However, Jin Shilun, a junior brother who was a few years older, looked out of place.

The old donkey walked quite fast. In just half an hour, he passed through a forest and arrived at an unknown market.

This is not a place that ordinary mortals can approach at will. There is a team of warriors outside the door to maintain order.

The gatekeeper was an old cultivator at the first level of Qi training. Kang Dabao didn't say much. He paid a fee of three broken spirit seeds and one golden barley seed, and then heard Wu Meng say, "I don't know what you want to buy, sir. I know a few shops with good reputations and can show you the way."

"There aren't any shops with good reputation in this ghost market." Kang Dabao chuckled.

This made Wu Meng blush so much that he was so ashamed that he stammered and couldn't say a word.

Kang Dabao smiled and handed over another broken spirit stone: "Okay, you won't suffer any loss this time. Those conscienceless people would not give you this much even if they could earn a hundred spirit stones from me. Just take it and play with my disciples!"

Wu Meng took it with joy and surprise. He had never met such a generous immortal master before. He immediately bowed his head to express his gratitude.

Kang Dabao found an inn and asked the three of them to remember the place, and gave Han Yundao and Duan Anle each a spirit stone.

"Let Wu Meng take you for a walk. Don't cause trouble. I won't go. I will be back at twilight hour. I will call you if you have anything to do. Don't miss the time." He handed a yellow talisman to Jin Shilun and said, "Keep an eye on them. If anything happens, tear up the yellow talisman and I will come."

The three disciples obeyed obediently, and led by Wu Meng, they excitedly went to visit the market.

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