It was not until he was sweating that Mu Xingqiu stopped practicing boxing and turned around and said to the guest who had been waiting for a long time: "It's summer again? It's so fast."

This is a cave room that penetrates deep into the ground. It is not large in size but is very high, like an upright bottle. Mu Xingqiu lives at the bottom of the bottle. Apart from the futon and incense burner, there are no extra items, and there is not even light.

In such a confinement place, ordinary people will feel deeply afraid and even lose their minds after living for a few days. Even for Taoist priests, it seems like a prison that will never escape. It is indeed a prison, dedicated to the Luanjingshan disciples who violate major precepts. It is also a concealed room. Some Taoist priests with strong minds, usually higher Taoist priests, voluntarily accept "imprisonment" and concentrate on practicing.

Zhang Suqin, a Taoist priest from Mingjing, walked forward a few steps. She could see the realm of a Taoist priest without lights. She felt strange. Mu Xingqiu had been imprisoned in the cave for a whole year, and she could still smile on her face, as if guests were visiting him every day, but the strangest thing was his inner alchemy.

Zhang Suqin didn't like this Taoist priest Pangshan very much. If Luanjingshan hadn't owed him a big favor, she would have publicly opposed the inclusion of this person. Sometimes she would still think, would Feng Ruhui be the enemy of Luanjingshan? If she and her soul were still there, Luanjingshan might have been the leader of the Nine Daotong today, but this kind of thing is unspeakable now.

She took out a bronze mirror, looked at Mu Xingqiu for a while, and said coldly: "You only took half a year to reach the seventh level of inhalation, but now five years have passed, and you have not made any progress."

Mu Xingqiu sighed, but there was not much disappointment in his voice, "There is no way, this step is always difficult to take."

Zhang Suqin knew it was not her business. Her task was to check Mu Xingqiu's cultivation progress every day in early June and let him go out for three or four days. He has never talked too much in the past few years. But this year, she felt that it would be better to say something.

"I saw you still practicing boxing."

"Well, I spend three to five hours practicing boxing every day, and the rest of my time reading books and thinking." Mu Xingqiu guessed what the other party was going to say, but he just felt a little strange. How could Zhang Suqin be interested in his own practice?

"You are wasting your time. What you need most to practice inner alchemy is concentration, but you are unwilling to stop practicing the Minxin Scientific Spell."

"I understand, but if you don't practice for a day, your body will be extremely itchy." Mu Xingqiu twisted his shoulders. It seemed that there were bugs crawling on his back, which made him even less like a Taoist priest who had been in seclusion for a year.

Zhang Suqin no longer acts as a reminder. After all, this is not a Taoist priest in Luanjingshan. She hopes to send him away as soon as possible. "Pang Shan has a letter. The Grandmaster will be officially elected on the fifth day of next month. The left-ranking chief hopes you will go back."

Mu Xingqiu nodded perfunctorily. He still had many problems in his practice and did not want to leave Luanjing Mountain.

"I will come again in three days." Zhang Suqin was only responsible for passing the message. She was not responsible for persuasion. Of course, she was happy that she would not leave. She would not object.

Zhang Suqin flew into the sky. As the first director of the Mingjing Department, she was qualified to cast spells in Luanjing Mountain.

Mu Xingqiu stood in the dark for a while, and it was like his home. He was not used to leaving, but there were still people waiting for him outside, and the bald man insisted on staying in Luanjing Mountain just to see him every year.

He stepped on the steps chiseled from the hole wall and walked towards the exit above his head.

In the green wood forest, two pairs of eyes looked at Mu Xingqiu, one pair staring round, front, back, left and right, looking all over his body, as if checking whether he was damaged. The other pair was also very round, revealing unconcealed curiosity.

"Brother Xiaoqiu, are you at the verge of attention? I'll help you promote it." The bald man said anxiously.

Mu Xingqiu smiled and looked back at the little girl. It was the first time he had seen a young disciple in Luanjing Mountain for several years. He shook his head, "No, just like last year, I still breathe in at seventh level."

The bald man fell on the grass and his whole face became sluggish. However, the little girl laughed, "Ha, I knew the bald man was bragging. It turned out that you were only inhaling the seventh level, and I was inhaling the second level, which was only a little worse than you."

The bald man said listlessly: "You don't even have the qualifications to refine magic weapons, which is far inferior to the seventh level."

"My name is Duan Caihao, a disciple of Luanjingshan." The little girl introduced herself openly, without the shyness or reserve at all when she met for the first time.

"My name is Mu Xingqiu, and my disciple Pangshan."

"I know your name. Are you really doing those things? Defend Duanliu City, attack and disrupt Jingshan or something."

"I made it with many people." Mu Xingqiu glanced at the bald man and knew that it must be him bragging for him again.

The bald man flew up, and the frustration on his face was wiped out, "There are many people, and I have participated, but Brother Xiaoqiu is the bravest, the most important, the most..."

Xiao Hao held his hands behind his back, as if his master was observing his newly accepted apprentice, "Which level has your illusion of mind practiced to the illusion?"

"Do you also know the illusion of the mind?" Mu Xingqiu was a little surprised. Most Taoist priests would not hear about the lyrics of the mind. He once called it "the nameless subject" for a long time.

Xiaohao nodded seriously, "I understand a little. Have you not answered my question yet?"

"The Seventh Level of the Illusion."

Xiao Hao was slightly stunned and then smiled, "You really love to joke. I have read the book. The seventh level of the illusion is equivalent to the realm of God-intention. At least it must be a Taoist priest who swallows the smoke, and it is best to be a Taoist priest who can practice it. You can only inhale the seventh level, which is impossible."

The bald man immediately retorted, "Brother Xiaoqiu never lie." Then he asked with great anticipation: "It is equivalent to paying attention to God and being considered a realm of paying God, right?"

"You can't say that, the God of Notes is the God of Notes, and the seventh level of the illusion is the seventh level, and you can't compare it at will."

Mu Xingqiu has indeed reached the seventh level of the illusion. The lightning in his body has been transformed into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. He has tried many times and wants to break through the seventh level of inhalation and reach the realm of Foxia. With his potential, it should be a very simple thing, but he always gives up halfway.

When a Taoist priest crosses the realm, he must maintain absolute peace. During the process of Taoist fire tempering pills, life experiences will flash in his mind over and over again, and emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness will be magnified countless times, causing huge waves in the lake of mind.

The requirement from inhaling to Fu Xia is not too high. As long as the mood is not broken, it is better than the requirement when condensing Qi into a pill, but Mu Xingqiu can't get over it. Everyone says that love disaster is important, and he has a personal experience. As long as the process of the Taoist fire tempering pills begins, Fangfang's image will appear in front of him. Every move, every frown and smile is within reach, and it is more realistic than the deepest and most perfect illusion in the world. Mu Xingqiu will be immersed in it every time, and his mood is shaken. He would rather stay in the illusion than return to the real world.

The only trace of reason left had to stop the quenching of the elixir. Mu Xingqiu would be depressed for several consecutive days. He had to rely on practicing boxing and practicing the illusion of mind to be liberated from it.

In this way, his inner alchemy was not improved for a long time, but his illusion reached the seventh level.

This is a very strange thing. Mu Xingqiu remembers it very clearly. The descendant of the Nianxin Science once said that illusions also need to be based on inner alchemy and cannot cross too many levels. He has also seen similar records from the collection of Luanjing Mountain, but he has almost never encountered any obstacles during his cultivation.

Now, he can easily use seven spells with all his heart, or use them to cast illusions, which are much more powerful than a few years ago, but he has never encountered an enemy and he cannot accurately estimate his strength.

"How did you see books on Nianxinke?" Mu Xingqiu was also a little curious. When he was in Pangshan, even if he got the license from Zuo Liuying, he could only see some superficial records, such as the illusion level statement. He had to wait for the successor of Nianxinke in Bamo Cave to tell him that a little Taoist priest from Luanjing Mountain knew it clearly.

Xiao Hao was bent down and looked into the hole, saying without looking back: "Because I want to transfer to the psychiatric department, fellow Taoist Sun Yulu from the lantern candle department gave me some books, but there was actually not much actual content... Do you just stay here for a year? How do you eat normally? How do you clean your hands? I don't seem to see anything like a chamber pot."

Mu Xingqiu was stunned, "I have a meal once a month, so I clean my hands. Someone gave it to me... Do you want to join Nianxinke?"

"Well, the lamp candle department is not suitable for me. It's so hard to restrain the soul and study the soul. If you think about it, I feel a little scared. Moreover, I have to think about it every day when practicing the inner alchemy. I am the worst at thinking about it." Xiao Hao stood up, "The illusion of mind is relatively simple. Since you can reach the seventh level of the illusion by inhaling the seventh level, I should be able to do it too."

"Don't you suspect I'm bragging?"

"Since the bald man said you never lie, of course I believe it. If the stories are true, then you will definitely be willing to take risks, and I like it too." Xiao Hao's attention is difficult to focus on one person. In one thing, her eyes chased a butterfly and kept saying things in her mouth, "The world is so big, it is better to travel thousands of miles for decades than to live motionlessly for thousands of years. As long as she is in a good mood, why do she have to live forever?"

The butterfly disappeared, Xiaohao turned to look at Mu Xingqiu, her eyes clear and innocent, a little confused, "How is it? Are you willing to teach me the illusion of the mind?"

Mu Xingqiu never expected to meet an inexplicable disciple, "I am the only disciple of Pang Shan Nianxin Academy, but I am just an ordinary Taoist priest and have no right to accept disciples."

"Then let's go to Pangshan to ask the Grandmaster for their opinions. I heard that the real Grandmaster will be selected next month, and he is a Shintoshi."

Mu Xingqiu was about to find an excuse to make excuses, but the bald man rushed to say, "Daliang wrote a few days ago, saying that he wanted you to go to Duanliu City this year."

Mu Xingqiu could both reject the request of Pang Shan’s master and Zuo Liuying, but the letter from Daliang Shen Xiuming made him moved.

Shen Xiuming is a mortal, and he can't wait patiently like a Taoist priest.

"What happened?"

The bald man shook his head, "There was no written in the letter, so he said he would ask you to find a way to go no matter what."

Mu Xingqiu was still pondering, Xiao Hao had already made a decision, "Isn't Duanliu City just by Pangshan? Let's set off tomorrow to see Daliang, go see the new master... Who is Daliang?"

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