Next, Shen Lang stayed in the small single room of the Sutra Collection Hall for a whole month.

In other words, why the natural environment of the Imperial Taoist Temple is so good, but there is basically no human figure outside. You can tell one or two from Shen Lang's practice mode during this period.

Magical practice really makes people deeply addicted.

Taoist students, unless they are so short of money that they have no money to practice and must go out to work to make money, otherwise, as long as they can survive, they are basically like Shen Lang, unable to leave the front door, unable to step out of the second door, and staying at home for a long time.

Study the law, practice magic, or understand the way of elixirs, weapons, and formations, and you have no intention of wandering around.

This is not only true of Taoist students, but also of monks from outside sects, worshipers of wealthy families, and casual cultivators in the mountains.

Therefore, when Shen Lang is outside, warriors can meet him every day, but Taoist monks rarely see him.

A few people who met by chance got together under the design and guidance of the "mastermind".

Originally, Shen Lang had the intention to practice in seclusion until the Chinese New Year.

Mu Qingxue will return to Beijing during the Chinese New Year, and the Taoist temple will also have annual holidays. Of course, Shen Lang has to go back to surprise Mu Qingxue, and then visit Yan Tianying, Wanfa Zhenren, and Fa Liuli to wish them a happy new year.

, give some small New Year gifts or something.

But an accident interrupted Shen Lang's retreat - Xiaoyu was finally going to advance to the third realm.

In other words, since Xiaoya was promoted to the second level, all the imperial liquid produced by the Dianjing Pen has been given to Xiaoyu exclusively on a first-come, first-served basis.

But going from the second level to the third level is much more difficult than the first level to the second level.

Even with the aid of a large amount of young leaves of Yumulong and blood orchid nectar, Xiaoyu himself practiced very diligently, and it took more than two months before he showed any signs of breakthrough.

When the little fish wants to break through the realm, Shen Lang must of course go through the border to give it enough space to show off its new abilities after breaking through the realm.

The space of the Dianjing Pen is still too small to accommodate the little demons from the third realm.

Before leaving the border, Shen Lang conducted a comprehensive self-examination of his condition.

The two sixth-level spells "The Curse of Crossing People and the Spell of Flowing Clouds Returning to Ruins" have been completed, and the sixth-level spells have been completed.

All six seventh-level spells have been completed.

There are nine eighth-level spells, and there are still two left.

Of the twelve ninth-level spells, there are still four missing.

Because he completes the spell slots from high to low, first completing the sixth-level spells, then completing the seventh-level spells, then the eighth-level spells, and finally the ninth-level spells.

And this month of retreat was really not enough for him to fill up all the eighth-level and ninth-level spell slots.

However, since he has completed the cultivation of six and seven levels of spells, and has completed seven eighth-level spells, and all of them have been cultivated to the point of "inspiring with thought", Shen Lang's spell strength has increased explosively.

In addition, in the past month, although he only cultivated his internal strength for an hour every day, with the help of the "pure Yang energy" of the millennium chalcedony, his internal strength cultivation also improved by leaps and bounds.

Although the realm has not been improved, the total amount of internal energy has increased by more than 50% than before, and the degree of purity and condensation of the internal energy has doubled.

The body has also become stronger under the tempering of pure Yang energy.

With his current skill, if he were to face Bai Shishi at her peak, he would be able to make her vomit blood and throw her arm away with one strike, causing her arm to break.

His spell power has increased dramatically, and the "Iron Cloth Shirt" has been permanently solidified, and his internal strength has also improved bravely. With Shen Lang's current comprehensive strength, even if he attacks seven Spider Sisters at the same time, he will be able to defeat them with a certain degree of certainty.

After checking the results of this month's retreat, Shen Lang nodded with satisfaction, pondered for a while, put on a little makeup, wore dirty clothes that smelled sour, messy hair and beard, and two big dark circles under his eyes, and emerged.

A small private room for retreat.

By the way, I also took out the scroll of "Qi Binding Technique".

Well, after all, he didn't have time to master this ninth-grade spell...

When Shen Lang returned the scroll and walked away with a swaying step under the delicate eyes of a certain Taoist student who was working to earn tuition, the student immediately handed over the errand to his colleagues, and then quickly left the Sutra Collection Hall and went to

He blessed himself with a ninth-grade "Wind Body Technique", and then flew to Zhou Shicheng's residence without touching the ground.

Obviously, this student was the one who took money from Zhou Shicheng to help him keep an eye on Shen Lang.

"Senior Brother Zhou, Shen Lang left the Sutra Collection Hall. He stayed for a full month and seven days, and learned the 'Qi Binding Technique' from beginning to end. When he came out, his whole body smelled sour, his eyes were straight, and his steps were...

My hair is floating and my condition looks very bad. But I must have learned the 'Air Binding Technique'."

"Oh, it took me one month and seven days to learn a ninth-level spell..."

Zhou Shicheng sneered:

"That is to say, he has lower than average qualifications. With such qualifications, he still has the courage to study by himself in the Sutra Collection Hall... He really doesn't regard money as money!"

The man following him laughed at himself:

"Almost every newcomer will have such a situation, thinking that he is the chosen one. To be honest with Senior Brother Zhou, I have stayed in the Sutra Pavilion for a month, but I am not as addicted as him. At least I eat and sleep outside.

After this experience, Shen Lang should not go to the Sutra Storehouse Hall again."

Zhou Shicheng nodded, his eyes were subtle, and he said in an erratic tone:

"Yes, he will never go to the Sutra Collection Hall again..."

After giving ten silver coins and sending the junior brother away, Zhou Shicheng pondered for a while and blessed himself with a "Wind Body Technique". Then he took a secluded path and went straight to the gate of the Taoist Temple.

When Shen Lang came to the gate of the Taoist temple and was about to take back the horse that he had fostered for more than a month, he found that there was a different person guarding the gate today.

He was an old man in his fifties or sixties, sitting at the gate throwing fireballs and playing like a monk.

Shen Lang stopped by the door and watched the old man play with fireballs for a while. He stepped forward and saluted and asked:

"Hello, sir, is Deacon Liao Xun and Liao here?"

The old man kept throwing five fireballs in rapid succession with both hands to exercise his spell control, and he didn't hesitate to speak:

"The person named Liao has a day off today, and the little old man is responsible for looking after the door."

"I see. What's your surname, sir?"

"If your surname is Zhang, just call me Old Man Zhang."

"Then how do you do it? I'll call you Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang, you're really good at playing the 'Fireball'."

"You don't look very young, but you can actually recognize this seventh-grade spell?"

"I found it in the Sutra Collection Hall. Uncle Zhang, are you a seventh-grade monk? I'm disrespectful!"

In fact, Shen Lang not only read it, but also mastered this spell.

This seventh-level spell "Fireball Continuous" can fire five fireballs at one time at the seventh-level realm. Shen Lang deduced the realm of the concierge Uncle Zhang based on this.

When a monk reaches the sixth level, he can shoot seven fireballs at a time.

The higher the realm, the more fireballs are launched and the greater the power.

This technique is just an ordinary roadkill spell. It cannot be locked and tracked, and can only hit a straight line. However, the fireball attack speed is extremely fast and the range is thirty feet away.

The power of each fireball is equivalent to a fist-sized cannonball, and it also contains explosion and burning damage.

With Shen Lang's sixth-grade cultivation level, it would not be a problem for a fireball to kill a fifth-grade monk if hit.

If a string of seven fireballs hit them all, the fourth-grade entry-level and even early-stage fourth-grade warriors would be reduced to rubble.

Of course, with the warrior's reaction speed and light kung fu skills, even if he is only a fifth-grade warrior, if he does not first use control and binding spells to restrain him, it will be difficult for him to hit them with this kind of straight-forward spell that cannot track and lock the enemy.

Not to mention that the entire string of fireballs hit a fourth-level warrior.

At this moment, the concierge, Uncle Zhang, faced Shen Lang's compliment and said with pride and sadness:

"What's there to respect? You're only at the seventh level at your age, how can you compare with you, the proud emperors of the Taoist Academy? Okay, little guy, stop talking nonsense here, let's talk about it, do you have any friends with the surname Liao?

What's up?"

"I fostered a horse here last month, and it was handled by Deacon Liao. I want to use it today, and I wanted to ask Deacon Liao to get the horse back..."

"Okay, tell me your name, the date of fostering, the location of the horse's mark, and its characteristics. The old man will help you get the horse."

"Then thank you very much, Uncle Zhang! My surname is Shen, with a single word "Lang". My horse is a dark horse, and the brand is on the left buttock. The style of the mark is..."

A quarter of an hour later, Shen Lang took the reins from Uncle Zhang and thanked him without any words:

"Uncle Zhang, thank you very much!"

Old Man Zhang waved his hand nonchalantly:

"It's my duty, there's nothing to thank you for. In addition, except for the reconnaissance cavalry and messengers who convey urgent military information, no one else is allowed to ride horses in the capital, and can only walk slowly. You kid, please be careful, don't

You have to ride your horses wantonly, otherwise it will be a big loss if the patrolmen of the City Patrol Division capture it."

"Thank you sir for reminding me, I will pay attention to it."

Shen Lang got on the horse, bowed his hands to Old Man Zhang, gently pinched the horse's belly with his legs, and drove the horse away slowly.

After leaving the Taoist temple gate and just turning two streets, I heard a greeting from the side:

"Junior Brother Shen? But Junior Brother Shen Lang?"

Shen Lang followed the sound and saw Zhou Shicheng standing on the side of the road holding a white horse, waving to him.

Shen Lang got off his horse, led the horse over and asked with a smile:

"Why isn't Senior Brother Zhou practicing in the Taoist Temple?"

"Of course I have something to do." Zhou Shicheng sighed: "I accepted a task from the professor and went to Taiyi Mountain in the north of the city to catch ten red clams. Junior brother, do you know about the red clams?"
To be continued...