Kneeling on the ground, Shoudao's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Even the black and white colors in his eyes were a little confused.
Boom--Boom--Boom
The dark chains kept tightening.
Shouts of pain also came from Shoudao's throat.
"Old Master Qinglong!"
"You lied to me! You're lying to me!"
"How can a foundation building be built with a thousand layers? Who can achieve a foundation building with a thousand layers?"
"Master Qinglong! I hate you!"
"I am going to kill you!"
Listening to Shoudao's roar, Xia Ming's eyes flashed.
Just when Xia Ming frowned, Shoudao's tone suddenly changed again.
"No! No! No!"
"Master Qinglong didn't lie to me!"
"I have already built the 990th level of foundation!"
"As long as I build another ten levels of foundation, I will become transcendent!"
"The true transcendence above immortals and demons!"
"I, Ji Jiao, am the real Ji family member!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Ji Jiao?
Whispering these two words.
He carefully observed Shou Dao's situation again.
Then, Xia Ming confirmed it completely.
The second disciple of Qinglong Mountain, Ji Jiao, can also be said to be Shoudao.
This guy is crazy.
Xia Ming put down the food box in his hand and stood up slowly.
"Senior brother..."
"Do you need anything else?"
As if he couldn't hear Xia Ming's voice, Ji Jiao just lowered his head and smiled strangely.
"Hehe! Transcendence! Immortality! Glory of the ancestors!"
"I have completed the cultivation of riding a horse!"
"Master Qinglong! When I become the Great Dao! I will kill you!"
"Hey! Qinglong Avenue is mine!"
"I am the Qinglong Dao Master!"
"I am Wushuang Jizi!"
He took a deep look at Ji Jiao who was talking like crazy.
Xia Mingwu turned around and left.
Walk on the trestle, cross the mountains, and return to the cabin again.
Xia Ming saw senior brother Shoucheng with a smile on his face.
With a smile on his face, Shoucheng spoke.
Without asking Ji Jiao, Shoucheng talked about something else.
"Junior brother..."
"The old mountain master once told me."
"If he accepts another disciple, he will take the Taoist title of Shouxin."
Hearing the word "Shou Xin", a strange look suddenly flashed in Xia Ming's eyes.
This old mountain master of Qinglong... must be a crow's mouth.
To keep it... which way is it to be successful?
Keep the Tao...can you really keep the Tao?
Keep your heart... don't lose your true heart!
Seeing Xia Ming's reaction, Shoucheng's eyes quietly melted again.
"Now the old mountain master is no longer here."
"Let me tell you, Junior Brother is Junior Brother."
"What do you want Nao Shizi's name to be?"
"Hahahaha!"
After bowing respectfully to Senior Brother Shoucheng, Xia Ming also asked the questions in his heart.
"Senior Brother Shoucheng, Senior Brother Shoudao..."
"Hey, junior brother, junior brother Shoudao is crazy."
"I've been crazy for a long time..."
After patting Xia Ming's shoulder gently, Shoucheng let out a long sigh.
"Junior brother..."
"Manpower is sometimes exhausted, but creation is infinite."
"Creation is like the wind. Those who can ride on the wind are transcendent."
"The way of immortals and demons is to merge spirits in order to transform. This way goes against the harmony of heaven and cannot escape the jealousy of heaven."
"But the Qinglong Dao... is not the case. The Qinglong people walk on the wind, with endless freedom!"
"Junior brother... didn't you tell me that the wind rises and disappears in an instant, making it difficult to control it?"
Hearing this, Xia Ming's eyes slowly lit up.
Bowing respectfully, Xia Ming showed a humble attitude.
"Excuse me, senior brother, please give me some advice."
"Junior brother, we can't talk about it."
"Old Mountain Master left in a hurry. There are some things I need to explain to you clearly."
As he spoke, Shoucheng's expression changed. His eyes also quietly became complicated.
"Junior brother..."
"The old mountain master once said this to me."
"If the water is not thick, it will not be able to carry a large boat."
"If the accumulation of wind is not thick, then its large wings will be unable to carry it."
"So for ninety thousand miles, the wind is blowing down, and then it is the current Peifeng..."
"Then it will be today's general Tunan."
Xia Ming's eyes changed when he heard this.
What?
What the hell?
Zhuangzi? "Happy Journey"?
Did you also steal my memory by riding a horse?
Who stole it?
Where does this Qinglong Dao come from? ?
damn it!
What exactly happened that year?
After suppressing the many questions in his heart, Xia Ming continued to look at Senior Brother Shoucheng.
Right now, Qinglong Taoism is still important!
You can put other things aside for a while, there is no point in being anxious.
Xia Ming calmed down for a moment, and Senior Brother Shoucheng's voice became clear again.
"Junior brother..."
"Actually, what we have to do is to cultivate the wind."
"The accumulation of wind is not very deep, so how can it be lifted up to 90,000 miles?"
"Junior brother, cultivating wind is the same as cultivating plants. It also requires the accumulation of soil."
"With the help of Qinglong Dao, we can superimpose our own spiritual accumulation and accumulate spiritual soil for cultivating the wind."
"The deeper the foundation, the more violent the wind of creation will be."
"It's just the accumulation of soil, but it's very particular..."
Looking at Xia Ming's frown, Shoucheng continued.
"Junior brother, the nine-story platform rises from the base of the earth."
"The spiritual energy in the Qi refining stage, the spiritual liquid in the foundation building stage, and even the golden elixir in the elixir forming stage, and the Yuanying in the Nascent Soul stage..."
"These can all become soil for cultivating wind, but the difference between soil and soil can be said to be as great as heaven and earth."
"Refining Qi is like sand. It is the easiest to accumulate. Using it to cultivate wind is the most reliable, but it takes a long time."
"The foundation-building spiritual liquid is like soil. The soil is heavy and difficult to accumulate, but it is also a good material for cultivating wind."
"And the monk's golden elixir is a big stone. Although it is thick, how many golden elixirs can one person produce?"
"That thing is too scary. The monk's Dantian cannot hold two golden elixirs at all."
"The situation of Nascent Soul is even more terrifying. If one person gives birth to two Nascent Souls, can he still know who he is?"
"Junior brother..."
"Once the foundation of cultivating the wind is broken, the monk's soul will collapse."
"Junior Brother Shoudao went crazy because of this."
"Junior brother Shoudao, use the foundation-building spiritual liquid to cultivate the wind. Junior brother is stronger than me."
"His nine-hundred-level foundation building gale surpasses my three-thousand-level Qi training."
"Soil...is more stable than sand after all..."
“His heritage far surpasses mine.”
Senior Brother Shoucheng over there kept talking.
Xia Ming's mind was also running rapidly here.
[Qinglong Taoism is a brand-new spiritual energy calculation rule. 】
[This method is roughly similar to exponential calculation. The spiritual energy bursts out in a short period of time, reaching an extremely terrifying level. 】
[Use appalling accumulation of quantitative changes to surpass the qualitative changes in the soul of the Immortal Way. 】
[If the Qi Refining Spiritual Energy is ten, then the Foundation-Building Spiritual Liquid is one hundred, the Pill Formation is one thousand, and so on, they are the base numbers. 】
[The larger the number, the fewer layers need to be accumulated, and the more terrifying the spiritual energy that bursts out. 】
[This is why the spiritual energy erupted from nine hundred foundations is enough to crush three thousand refined energy. 】
[But...the larger the number, the greater the risk of losing control. 】
[Once you lose control... the consequences will be madness! 】
【Crazy soul! Hopeless! 】
When Xia Ming's thoughts were stirring, Senior Brother Shoucheng's voice came up again.
"Junior brother..."
"Here the destiny emerges, and the great age is about to arise."
"Perhaps this is the opportunity for our Qinglong Dao to become famous all over the world."
"Junior brother, if you want to practice Qinglong Dao..."
"We might as well...collapse the golden elixir, shatter the foundation, and refine the energy again."
"Brother, I can guide you..."
Looking at Shoucheng's dark eyes, Xia Ming's pupils condensed slightly.
After bowing respectfully, Xia Ming couldn't hear any fluctuation in his tone.
"Senior Brother Shoucheng..."
"I have to think about this carefully."
Finally, Xia Ming went down the mountain.
He returned to the small shack at the foot of the mountain.
Looking at Xia Ming's retreating back, the woodcutter Shoucheng seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
He raised his firewood ax and struck down with the axe, and the Fuxi spirit tree broke in response.
Brother Shoucheng recited another poem while chopping firewood.
"Little knowledge is not as good as big knowledge, and a young year is not as good as a big one."
"Boy...how long do you live?"
"Do you know where to fly?" (End of Chapter)
