Chapter 1168 Good wind, with strength, send me to the blue sky

   Disciples are their own good.

   Besides, this disciple is really good.

   But it's not without flaws.

   For example, this kid is too crazy.

   was so mad that he threatened to cut off the nine divisions in his hands one day in Dao chess.

   Crazy enough to argue with Master Mu about a certain point of a certain book in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and bluntly said that you may not be wrong, but I must be right!

  Little child, laugh to death.

   But for such shortcomings, the two Earth Immortal seniors are very generous.

   Only Anshi is brilliant.

   does not fight, so there is no way to fight with it.

   No matter how mad a child is, he can't be mad at the old man.

   He is indeed crazy with you, but here with this old man, you have also seen how respectful and courteous he is, and he follows every step of the way!

   It can be seen that the two of you have not yet touched the threshold of being a teacher!

  Learn more from the old man!

   Of course, this is a little joke between the three big guys.

   As time went on, the three bosses' satisfaction with Ye Xiaoye was getting higher and higher. Every time they looked at the display in the water mirror, their appreciation was about to overflow the Hall of Light.

   Leaflet is naturally ignorant of this.

   He just practiced, practiced, and practiced again.

  The white clouds describe freedom, and the vegetation shows freshness. No one speaks day and night, and the road comes to a blind date.

  Qinghu also came to Zongnei, as if reminding him of one thing, that is to recite the Qingjing Sutra every night.

   This is a "habit" developed in Lingxiao's lower courtyard. After entering the sect, he was abandoned by him. It shouldn't be.

   So I picked it up again.

   However, he used to lie in bed and read, and just fell asleep after reading, but now he is in the small courtyard, around the four walls on the inner side, or the rounded edge of the small stone platform in the middle of the courtyard, while walking and reading.

After reading   , I happened to go to the retreat room to practice.

   The recitation at this time still carries the power of "magic power".

   It’s just that there is no longer any friend around.

   There was no Guangqing who came to round the house.

   So it's probably just the grass in the yard, listening to him recite quietly every night.

  In the Hall of Hanguang, through the display of the one-dimensional mirror of good fortune, the three bosses naturally knew about Ye Xiaoye's behavior, but they just smiled relatively, thinking of their own years, a certain period of time, basically the same.

Before    was near, they did not feel that invisible power.

   I just feel that Ye Xiaoye is not bad at reciting?

   is quite rhythmic.

   In other words, it is quite in line with the way of purity.

So often, at night, when there is nothing to do and there is no interference, Jiu Miaozi will call up the water mirror and lock the display in Ye Xiaoye's small courtyard. The little doll in the enlightened state recites the introductory essence left by the ancestor.

  Things like this, have you actually formed a habit?

   Occasionally I don’t watch it one day, but it seems like something is missing.

  One night, Jiu Miaozi called out the water mirror, but did not see Ye Xiaoye walking in the yard.

It's raining!

   "You're a real disciple. Just a little rain can change the content of your practice. The heart of the Tao is so wasteful, how can you get it!"

   Jiu Miaozi shook his head and said to An Shoudao.

  An Shoudao didn't refute it, probably thought he was right?

  Mu Xinyuan also did not stand up for justice.

   The three big men who have been in vain all the time, at this moment, show the ugliness of the world.

   It also rained the next day.

   In the evening, Ye Xiaoye still didn't go out for a walk, and of course he didn't recite during the walk.

   On the third day, pay off.

   In fact, it was just intermittent light rain. In many cases, it was just raindrops floating in the sky, and floating for a long time was to help people wet their faces, like a natural SPA.

   is probably entering the rainy season.

   In the evening, the rain is still a little heavy, and it is the kind of clothes that can get wet when you go out for a tea time.

   With the laziness of a certain kid, he probably won't come out tonight.

   Jiu Miaozi can't stand it anymore.

   He waved his big hand, and the next moment, tsk, the rain in the entire area of ​​High Heaven Sect Domain stopped.

   "Those old men, what's the nerve?"

Within the    sect, I don't know how many old monsters cast a glance in the direction of Hanguang Hall, and then sensed around suspiciously.

   But of course, they found nothing.

   It was getting late.

   At a certain time, Jiu Miaozi called Shuijing out again and locked a small courtyard.

   A certain little guy finally wandered off on the bluestone slab in the small courtyard. Sometimes he crossed his hands on top of his head, sometimes his arms were in a line on either side of his body, sometimes he raised his legs high, and sometimes he shook his shoulders from side to side.

   In short, there are all kinds of small actions.

   And after walking like this for a long time, finally, the familiar chanting sound started again.

   Seeing this scene, Jiu Miaozi sighed contentedly.

   The whole person feels comfortable!

   The other two people in the main hall did not have such obvious gestures, but An Shoudao stopped his meditation, Mu Xinyuan stopped his exercise deduction, and both of them put their eyes on the water mirror.

   After a long time, in the small courtyard, the reading stopped, and the little figure also entered the retreat room.

   Jiu Miaozi then removed the display.

   The other two also acted as if nothing had happened, as if they were just a god, and now continue to go their separate ways.

   There are thousands of feet of red dust, and no dust can float into the Lingxiao Sect, which seems to be a world of its own.

  The world is in turmoil, and nothing can enter the top of Lingxiaozong Mountain and disturb the cultivation of the disciples of the various peaks.

  Ye Xiaoye, like many other low- and middle-level disciples in the sect, practiced quietly like this.

   The box of incense given to him by Senior Brother Gu from the Tibetan Classics Pavilion was used up in less than a month after he ordered one every night.

   Actually, it's useless.

   Just like a saying on Earth in the first world, where there is nothing, where is the dust?

   The so-called Ningshenxiang just burned a loneliness.

   After using the incense, the wooden box left behind was placed by Ye Xiaoye at the head of the bed. Every night I lie on the bed and smell the faint fragrance, which is pretty good.

   It would be even better if the entire pillow or bed, or the wooden floor, were all made of this wood.

   But it is estimated that it is still the same as on Earth.

  There is no such condition when he has such thoughts.

   When the conditions are met, more than 80% are no longer needed.

   A whole cup.

   In fact, the current floor and the cushions for meditation are also spiritual wood, but the quality is average, far from being comparable to the wooden box.

   In fact, this behavior of his made the three bosses feel ridiculous.

   "If the ancient er knew that Ning Shenxiang was spoiled like this by an ignorant child, I wonder if he would cry?"

   Jiu Miaozi said with a smile.

   This is purely a matter of burying people. Gu Zhenyue is still a big earth immortal no matter what, so things like Ning Shenxiang may not be taken seriously by him.

  Although, this thing, Earth Immortals can't have as many as they want.

   But the main reason is that there are more and less people in the sect, not how precious the thing itself is.

   Of course, it is relative to the characters of the fairyland level.

   "It's hard to say whether the old man is crying or not, but if you say that Xiaoye doesn't know the goods, it's purely old-fashioned and ignorant."

  Mu Xinyuan said with a smile, then turned to An Shoudao and said, "Old An, would you like to give your little disciple a little spiritual heart wood? I think he likes it a lot."

  Ning Shenxiang's wooden box is made of spiritual wood.

   And the so-called spiritual wood is actually the wooden heart of a kind of spiritual wood within the sect that is covered by the "Broken Star" among the three stars of the three-star September Crossing Immortal Array.

There are many kinds of    spiritual heart wood, some wood hearts can also be used to eat, and some can be juiced and drunk.

  More can be used to make incense, refining medicine and so on.

  The wooden box material for Ning Shenxiang is just one of them.

   "No need."

  An Shoudao shook his head, "At his current level, it is not suitable for him to enjoy such luxury. Everything, follow the rules of the sect."

   "boring."

   Jiu Miaozi also shook his head.

"Old An, I found out that since Xiaoye Ye became your disciple, your whole person has changed, becoming both boring and boring. If you follow the words of the sect master, I think you will be hopeless in your life. "

   "Then you don't have to care."

  An Shoudao hehe, "It doesn't matter if I have no hope of being an immortal. My disciple, an immortal, is hopeful."

   "Tsk tsk, Laomu, look at someone's face."

   Jiu Miaozi shook his head again and again.

   In fact, the three big guys have nothing to do, they are so idle, otherwise it is impossible to put so much leisure and elegance on a little guy.

   As for Ye Xiaoye, apart from cultivating, he has nothing to do.

   At this stage, apart from Tai Cangyue, Ji Feiyan, Senior Brother Gu, and Master Anjiujiu, Master Mu, there is no other contact.

   That kind of multi-person gathering in the eighth peak, he has never participated in it again.

The books are not very good-looking. The books in the Book Collection Pavilion are indeed basically "soil and stones", but when you flip them over, you can barely pass the time, and you can also learn about Ling Xiaozong and the world. culture of practice.

   No wonder the Sutra Pavilion is quite deserted, and no one goes there.

   If there were books like "The Years I Became Daozu", "I Have a Small World", "I Use Heavenly Tribulation to Take a Bath", "Nine Refinements to Become Heavenly Immortals", "Nine Transformations to Cast Immortals" and so on, wouldn't they be crowded?

   Of course, this is just plain bad thinking.

  The real thing is cultivation.

   It’s just that you can only practice once a day. Although the time has been extended from the beginning, the extension is quite limited.

  Cultivation that begins at night cannot last until dawn.

   What are you doing during such a long day?

   Leaflet soon developed another hobby, sleeping!

   Take an afternoon nap.

   After lunch, start to go to sleep, from noon to afternoon, spanning five or six hours, and then dinner, after dinner, you can consider the evening practice.

   That way you can spend the day mingling.

   Don't be too witty!

​​​When I wake up, the world is like old, only the creation is limp.

   On this day, after sleeping until dusk and waking up, Ye Xiaoye walked out of the room and stood in the courtyard with a blank expression.

  The slanting sun in the west is dyeing a lot of clouds into a golden glow that stretches across the entire sky.

   Brilliant and dazzling.

  Ye Xiaoye stared blankly until the sun went down and the western sky slowly turned dark and dim. He still stood there, motionless, just staring blankly.

   As for the food prepared in the kitchen, he didn't even peep at it.

   "What's wrong with the little doll? Sleeping too much, confused?"

   Jiu Miaozi glanced at Shuijing and said with a smile.

   But just after saying this, his eyes were always on.

   (end of this chapter)