Starting My Cultivation With Immortality

The next day, Yunsu woke up early.

In the courtyard, Wang Xuanji had been practicing martial arts for a long time, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

There was a mist in the courtyard, and with the little girl's basic swordsmanship movements of chopping, slashing, teasing, and stabbing, there was a trace of cloud and mist.

Compared with yesterday, today's swordsmanship is three points harder, three points faster, and three points stronger.

Yunsu didn't affect her martial arts practice either, so she lay down on the rattan chair under the porch, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, as well as the ray of sunshine that came out early.

The effect of this kind of cultivation is almost insignificant to the realm of spiritual transformation. It is just that kind of leisurely and contented meal, which makes people feel comfortable and relaxed.

In the longevity space of the sea of ​​​​knowledge, the dead ancient tree hidden in the void behind the cloud platform actually grew a green bud for the first time. It's just not clear and unstable, as if it will wither and wither at any time.

Although the leaf bud did not fully grow, it pointed a certain direction. The original dead tree was finally rejuvenated. Yunsu was not in a hurry, and did not want to deliberately search for those people. Just explore slowly.

After half an hour, Wang Xuanji changed the two sword techniques, finally stopped, took some well water to wash, and carefully combed the blue silk, and then sat on the bamboo chair in front of Yunsu.

"Big Brother Yun, early."

"Early, sleep more later."

The calming formation that Yunsu set up in the courtyard is the strongest at night, and people can benefit greatly even when they are asleep. Over time, even if they cannot cultivate, they can still strengthen their body and prolong their life.

"Yeah! Seeing those people fighting in the rivers and lakes, I thought of my master and my brothers again, so I wanted to learn martial arts as soon as possible, so as to protect everyone."

When Wang Xuanji thought of having dinner with a bunch of ruthless people on the first floor yesterday, he felt a little scared, thinking that if they fought in the restaurant, it might be another disaster.

"Don't worry too much about what happened yesterday. If you walk around the world in the future, think twice before doing everything. It's said that there are people outside of people who have heavens and heavens. There is nothing wrong with being careful."

"If the road is uneven, what should I do? Big Brother Yun."

"You can do whatever you want, as long as you can protect yourself and don't make unnecessary sacrifices."

"Um!"

Yunsu didn't say much, and the topic turned to her practice.

"Whether you are practicing martial arts or studying the Mysterious Sutra, you have to pay attention to step-by-step progress. You have only practiced martial arts for a month, and the few people in Jianghu have been practicing for a few years."

Yunsu had never been exposed to martial arts before, but when she looked at the current study yesterday, she actually found that Wang Xuanji had reached the second level of the so-called martial arts, but she had spiritual energy lingering all over her body. Introducing Qi into the body is a matter of time, and naturally it cannot be defined by the pure realm of martial arts.

In Yunsu's view, Hu Meiniang's sword was much stronger than Tu Zhongshu and Ye Ning. It wasn't simply using demon power to command the sword, but she really learned swordsmanship and already contained sword intent.

Thinking about it, there is a lack of cultivation techniques. While walking the path of demon cultivation, learning some martial arts as a body-refinement technique, and fighting at the same level is very useful.

"Brother Yun, you said that the so-called stupid bird flies first, and the mystery cannot be forgotten. Those people are young, but only a few years older than me. Not only are they strong in swordsmanship, but also in Qinggong."

Yun Su had said this, but he was making fun of himself when he studied the Tong Xuan Jing every day but had no results.

"There is no one out of ten who learn martial arts. The disciples of Wushan Sword Palace are only one out of thousands, and they specialize in kendo, so their progress is naturally faster."

"awesome."

Yunsu smiled and saw that the little girl was envious of the people from Wushan Sword Palace, and said, "There is another kind of person who starts out with no one in a thousand, or even one in ten thousand people. You will understand later. Since you like Qinggong , I happened to be able to read a book a few days ago, so I'll teach you."

"Thank you, Big Brother Yun."

Wang Xuanji was immediately overjoyed, she had never seen Big Brother Yun perform martial arts, let alone light power, but after saying this, she was extremely confident in her heart.

Yunsu didn't use her mana either, so she walked slowly in the courtyard. The movements were slow at first, but then gradually became faster. She didn't explain or ask her if she knew it, so she just walked again.

In Wang Xuanji's eyes, Big Brother Yun was walking in the courtyard as usual, his posture was extremely natural, and gradually he seemed to have come to a realization, and he actually followed the pace in the courtyard. There is no omission in the change of body shape and the coordination of footsteps.

She read it once and actually remembered it.

Half an hour later, the little girl was already walking fast in the courtyard, and her figure was like a breeze.

This Qinggong, Yunsu was transformed from the breeze technique. He did not step on the sky, nor did he follow the Big Dipper. The true meaning is to follow the trend, let it go with the flow, and blend into the surrounding environment, like a breeze floating in the air.

You don't need internal skills, and you don't need a foundation of light skills. The most important thing is that the spiritual energy that is contaminated on the body, with the spiritual energy, and then comprehending that little bit of meaning, it can be displayed.

Intentional teaching, even if there is no spellcasting, in Wang Xuanji's eyes, that trace of meaning is meticulous to the smallest detail. In addition, his memory is astonishing, and he can walk away once and master it in half an hour.

"Many thanks to Big Brother Yun for teaching the art."

With a smile on his face, Wang Xuanji stood in front of Yun Su, coughed twice, and gave a serious salute.

"It turns out that our family's Xiao Xuanji is also a martial arts genius."

Yunsu teased her, and the little girl blushed. She was envious of those disciples of Wushan Sword Palace just now, but now she has mastered a light exercise technique, and she is more confident.

"Big Brother Yun, I feel that my swordsmanship and boxing skills have improved very quickly in the past month or so, and there is even a strange qi flowing in my body, but there is no inner strength left in the door, and I have never cultivated it. Xi, it's a little strange."

"The way of martial arts, the ninth level ascends to the sky, and true qi is also one of the inner qi of human beings. If you want to pursue strength, cultivating internal skills is only one way. You can read more of the Mysterious Tongjing when you have time, and there will be the answers you want."

From Yunsu's point of view, the qi in the little girl's body at this time is already close to spiritual power. It is not her own cultivation, but Qingfeng Xiaozhu's spiritual qi is too abundant. Over time, it enters the body by itself, just like the spiritual qi of heaven and earth nourishing elixir. Like the Spirit Fruit, it was poured into it.

With her aptitude for cultivation, she won't be too far away from absorbing qi into her body, but there's no need to give up the basics to cultivate internal skills.

Wang Xuanji nodded, as if he had realized something.

Yunsu didn't say any more. Because of the catastrophic change in her sect, this little girl has a strong sense of crisis in her heart. Sometimes she dreams of various tragedies happening again and again. Strictly speaking, this is a heart disease.

With clear porridge, white eggs, and some pickles, Yunsu had a simple and comfortable breakfast.

Wang Xuanji's porridge boiled very well, because unlike other people who boiled the porridge directly, she would keep stirring the rice porridge from beginning to end, so that the heating would be more even, the grains would be fragrant, and the rice porridge would be smoother.

And since he started to practice martial arts, the porridge has become better, and he has even used the boxing technique to push hands.

"Puff puff……"

There was a knock on the door, Yunsu put down a book in his hand, Wang Xuanji went to open the door, and saw an old man in a plain robe standing outside the door.

"Zao Wou-Ki is here to visit Mr. Su."

Wang Xuanji was about to turn his head and shout when he saw that Yunsu had come over.

"It turned out to be Mr. Zhao, please come in."

Just now, there was a burst of incense, and Yunsu's perverted divine consciousness could clearly see the person coming through the courtyard wall. It was the Yuyang City God Zhao Wuji.

Zao Wou-Ki entered the small courtyard, and immediately noticed that there was a spiritual energy that was so rich that ordinary practitioners would envy the fainting energy.

"Today, I dare to harass Mr. Su~www.wuxiahere.com~ There is nothing else to do. It happens that this year's Yangchun morning tea is a little earlier than previous years. Although my Yuyang Maojian is not as famous as Yanghong in Yangming Fucheng, it is worse than the fragrance. Fresh and tender, I just invited Mr. Su to have the same product."

"Oh? Xuanji, boil water to make tea."

The two sat down at a stone table on the west side of the pool. Wang Xuanji swiftly set up the tea set and the mud stove. After a while, the spring water from the ancient well boiled. Zhao Chenghuang took out a white ceramic tea pot, and when he opened it, there was a faint The aroma of tea wafts out.

"Good tea."

When Maojian enters the water, the roots are fresh and green, standing in the water as if alive, quite spiritual, the mouth is fragrant, and after entering the belly, it has a faint meaning of nourishing.

"This year's morning tea is still in the light of Mr. Su. If there wasn't that spiritual rain, there wouldn't be such an early hair tip."

After Wang Xuanji was busy, he went back to the house to read a book. The two of them in the courtyard had a long chat, and there was nothing to avoid.

"Su didn't dare to be greedy for merit, but it's just God's beauty."

"Speaking of when I first saw Mr. Su that day, I missed seeing him. If I hadn't met again in Liu Mansion, I would have been blinded by my cloudy eyes.

To be honest, I came here today to deliver tea, and the two also thanked Mr. Su for his righteous action last time, which resolved a lot of trouble. "

From Zhao Chenghuang's point of view, the Mr. Su in front of him is still a commoner, not like any other cultivator.

Judging from Hu Shanhai's reaction that night, he naturally understood that Mr. Su in front of him was extremely powerful, and it was not something that the little **** of the city in his county could see through.

"Zhao Chenghuang is being polite, Su took people's money, but it's just to relieve people's disasters."

Yunsu's frank statement made Zhao Chenghuang stunned for a moment. He thought that this expert would say something righteous and awe-inspiring like other cultivators, but he didn't expect it to be so real.