Chapter 10 Dongji Gate "Bai Di? Where?" Shi Xuanying didn't trust this guy very much. Steward Dongfang met her suspicious gaze and felt very guilty. Jiang Chuixing said: "The first floor of Guizhou is built on Baidi." Along the coast here, Baidi looks like a dike extending from the land. It is called Baidi because it is covered with snow all year round. It separates the lake and the sea, with the sea to the south and a freshwater lake to the north. There are several floating islands in the lake. The core buildings on the first floor are all there, while the other branches are in Baidi. Nowadays, the spiritual energy is thin, and the spiritual energy around Floating Island is relatively strong, so the mansions on Baidi are also popular, but in terms of convenience and comfort alone, Baidi is not as good as the nearby Tianyuan City. After Shi Xuanying understood it, she felt that it was hard to explain in words. The aura was so rich, that's it? She took out her storage bag, pulled out a pile of paper, and found a house sale notice inside: "Add this." "Go out and guard the blessings, stay away from the hustle and bustle, and enjoy the misfortunes of luxury!" Dongfang Steward finished reading, but stopped talking. The notice posted at the door of the service hall is full of pitfalls. How come anyone still believes this? !
"I want to add a house in Tianyuan City. It is not necessary to buy this one. You can decide it yourself. If it is not good, I will definitely come back to you." Shi Xuanying was not that stupid. After saying this, she implicitly agreed and started to inquire again. Talent, "Tell me about that Jindan monk." Steward Dongfang immediately became energetic and actively introduced: "This Jindan cultivator is the master of the Dongji Sect, whose name is Dongfang Zhentian. He is dead with one hand and his soul is falling. The master of the dead sect knows that the secret realm of fruit is the mud head. , Howl more spicy and fruity in the grave, it is used to make the soul bend its mouth and howl to death." Shi Xuanying leaned back slightly and looked at Jiang Chuixing: "Do you understand what he said?" Jiang Chuixing made a quick guess: "It seems that this Jindan monk is the young master of the Dongji Sect, named Dongfang Zhentian, who uses one-handed soul-locking. There are many ghosts in the secret realm, so soul-locking is just right." "Excuse me." Manager Dongfang nodded repeatedly. Jiang Chuixing was a little confused: "Your name is Dongjimen, and your surname is Dongfang. Why do you speak with a southwest accent?" This question is heartbreaking. Just now, he was listening happily while hiding outside. He laughed at Dao Zong at first, but he couldn't laugh anymore. They, Dongjimen, were hunted down hundreds of years ago. They fled all the way from the sea to the inland, and finally found an ownerless nest in the mountains and old forests. They suffered a lot. When he fled, he was still a little kid who didn't remember much, but now he still feels sad when he thinks about it. Steward Dongfang gave a hesitant explanation, and finally said: "If this were not the case, our young master would not have to work as a monk." After all, they are so poor! According to Manager Dongfang, although the Dongji Sect has no worries about food and clothing, it is expensive to practice. Their young master has not yet collected the materials for his natal weapons, and the sect cannot supply them, so he has no choice but to go into the secret realm to collect them himself. When Shi Xuanying thought about it carefully, she felt that there was no harm at all. After all, she was really weak now, and her nephew's cultivation was still mature, but looking at that little face with baby fat was really annoying. I can't bear to be the boss of a donkey. "Okay, the deal is done!" Shi Xuanying accepted the offer. Even if she bald the Dongfang manager now, it wouldn't be enough. What's more, there are seniors and juniors in the family, and she can't even get the materials for the young master's life weapon. It sounds like the Dao Sect is only a little better now, so don't turn around and kill people. When I'm in a hurry, I'll beat him up with chicken and flying eggs. "Okay, okay, I'll give it up later, and I'll ask the young master to find the mud guys tomorrow." Manager Dongfang got the confidence and left with peace of mind. Shi Xuanying yawned, her eyelids began to fight, and the tearing pain in Zifu made her hug the hand stove tightly. "Tell me about the sect." She closed her eyes. Jiang Chuixing sat back on the bed again, his eyes worried, but he followed the words and talked about the sect's downfall.
The Sword Sect was reduced to a situation where there were only two people left. There were many factors, but the root was still the cultivation of the mind with swords. The sword is the courage of a hundred soldiers, and the mentality is fierce and courageous. No matter whether the sword technique is cunning and changeable or heavy and simple, it must be swift, powerful, and strong. A sword cultivator only needs to break through the life-and-death barrier once in his life. Once he breaks through the life-and-death barrier, his cultivation level will increase rapidly in just a few decades, and he can often kill his opponents with more than one enemy. After breaking through the barrier of life and death, sword cultivators will hardly be as prone to giving birth to inner demons and falling into mental calamity as other monks. Their souls and minds are like their blades, incomparably sharp and indestructible. This is unique in the entire world of cultivation, and has just begun to attract countless monks to join the path of swordsmanship. However, the laws of heaven are fair, and sword cultivators have so many advantages, but their disadvantages are equally prominent. Too strong sword energy can hurt others as well as yourself, so most sword cultivators will frantically forge their bodies and souls before breaking through the barrier. Youdao has been cultivating the body for hundreds of years and cultivating the soul for thousands of years. This shows how difficult it is to build a strong body and soul. The cultivation level grows too fast, and the strength of the body and soul cannot keep up. As a result, many sword cultivators often cannot hold their own sword energy, or explode and die, or go crazy. In order to seek immortality, sword cultivation will run counter to it, whether it is to break the barrier of life and death or its huge hidden dangers. When its disadvantages become apparent, its decline becomes inevitable. The rapid rise of sword cultivators after their decline was due to Shi Xuanying's self-created "Qiu Sha Jue", which alleviated the plight of a large number of sword cultivators who died young due to body explosions. In this world, there has never been such a person. When Shi Xuanying heard this, she opened her eyes. It was only then that she was sure that she had survived in another world. There were many people and things in the past that were worthy of nostalgia, but there was nothing she couldn't let go of. The sword cultivator seems to be happy and grudges, and his love, hate, and likes are extremely strong, but things must be reversed at the extreme. Human emotions are like water in a spring. The water in it is not endless. If it gushes out all at once, it will dry up soon. The most affectionate and ruthless, the warmest and the coldest. In the eyes of outsiders, sword cultivators are like mad dogs, not knowing how to restrain themselves, but perhaps it is precisely because of their ability to vent their emotions that they are not so easily trapped by inner demons. "Gulu, Guru." A loud sound came from Shi Xuanying's abdomen. She was stunned and reached out to touch her abdomen: it was a strange yet familiar feeling. "Did you forget to eat again?" Jiang Chuixing pulled out a small bag from his pile of garbage and handed it to her, "I don't have Bigu Pill. I still have some Lingkui seeds here. How about... you eat some first?" Bar." She was still unable to break away from grains during the Qi refining period, and she hadn't eaten since she opened her eyes. Shi Xuanying hadn't experienced the feeling of hunger for an unknown amount of time. She took the bag and poured out the sunflower seeds inside. She looked at the black particles about the size of fingernails with a blank expression. Jiang Chuixing said awkwardly: "Although this is what the animal master uses to feed squirrels and monkeys, I see that they taste delicious and can replenish their spiritual energy. If you are really hungry, uncle, just eat a few cushions first. I’m going to buy Bigu Pills for you right away.” Shi Xuanying picked up a spirit sunflower seed without changing her expression, put it in her mouth, chewed it, and commented pertinently: "The fragrance is quite fragrant, but it irritates the mouth." "That's not the case, I'll teach you." Jiang Chuixing put the seeds of Lingkui into his mouth, biting them gently with his teeth, smiling brightly, "Look!" "Huh?" Shi Xuanying was in a good mood. She tried to take a bite and found it quite interesting. Jiang Chuixing: "Then I'll go first and be back in a moment." Shi Xuanying waved her hand. "Click, click, click, click."
Shi Xuanying's physique doesn't have to worry about not being able to accommodate the spiritual energy. Although the spiritual energy will not be stored after entering the body, it can be guided by her to swim around and repair the injury. After discovering this, she drank even more vigorously, and the husks of sunflower seeds flew around the room. When Jiang Chuixing returned, he saw the house full of shells. His uncle was lying in the pile of shells with a peaceful face. The spiritual energy on his body turned into substance and the smoke dispersed. He was immediately frightened to death, and he stumbled to the bedside, heartbroken. Split Lung shouted: "Uncle Master!!!!!" Shi Xuanying: +10000 in account today Dongfang Zhentian: I heard that someone wants to share wealth and honor with me, I’m sorry! ! ! !
(End of this chapter)