Tangning did not go to the low mountain anymore, but returned to the herb garden and lay on the bamboo bed. He was deeply moved by what happened today. Wei Jinwen was indeed dead. His body exploded and died. There was only a ball of minced meat left in the cave.

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A monk who had reached the Great Consummation stage of Qi refining died like this. He couldn't help but have doubts about whether his practice was meaningful and what he had done in these years. It took him six years to go through the gate of hell and finally succeeded in transformation.

, I stayed here mediocrely for two years before reaching the second level of Qi Refining.

To him, the tenth level of Qi Refining was an unreachable mountain peak, but just now, he saw with his own eyes that a high peak collapsed and was gone.

From the beginning, his purpose of going up the mountain was to find himself, Ruru, and take her back. But now, he was trapped here, and he couldn't even get out of the mountain gate. He was a little scared, afraid that he would end up living in such a confused state.

Therefore, he sees no hope

He was very frustrated. On the one hand, he felt that he was wasting his time. On the other hand, he felt that he was really ignorant compared to others. He knew nothing about formations and spiritual weapons. He was trapped in the herb garden all day long, sitting in a well and watching the sky.

Time flies by like a flash, and another five years have passed.

Tang Ning was sitting in a dark corner, holding an ancient book in his hand without squinting. After a long time, he closed the ancient book and put it back to its original place, then picked up another volume.

It was already white when he walked out of the library. He returned to the herb garden. After finishing the daily fertilizing and nourishing work for the herbs, he lay down on the bamboo bed and fell asleep.

He has not practiced Qi refining for two years. The reason is simply that he has encountered a bottleneck. Since he noticed it two years ago, he has not continued to practice useless. In addition to watering and fertilizing herbs every day, he wanders around and occasionally

Go to the Library and sit there for a whole day.

Even though he had heard about the bottleneck in practice countless times before, and had heard from many people and various books about various examples of how to break through the bottleneck, he was still helpless.

This feeling is amazing, how can I put it! He is full of energy, the spiritual energy in his body is abundant, and the spiritual energy circulates very smoothly. On the surface, there doesn't seem to be any problem, and outsiders can't detect anything strange.

But he always feels like something is blocking his body. It's not accurate to say that. It's hard to describe in words. If I have to put it in words, it's like the water in the water tank is full. The water fills the water tank but can't overflow.

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He has done nothing in the past two years. He just sleeps, reads, and takes care of herbs all day long.

And write a dossier report every year and submit it to the department, detailing every detail of the past year, including the care of the herb garden, the number of herbs, survival rate, etc.

He has been here for seven years and must write a dossier report at the end of each year. So far, he has written seven points, recording everything he has done in the past seven years.

It is worth mentioning that the sect's little competition a year ago was a rare event for the sect. He watched all the competitions and was envious of the magical powers displayed by those disciples. He occasionally participated in their bets on the outcome of the competitions.

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When he woke up, the scorching sun was getting thicker. Tang Ning stretched out and walked out of the bamboo hut. After thinking about it, he drove the purple gold gourd towards the east. After flying for a long time, he stopped on a low mountain peak. It was that mountain.

A mountain dedicated to the cultivation of disciples who have not yet transformed into mortals.

It is strange to say that every peak in the Qianyi Sect has its name, but this peak does not. Perhaps in the eyes of the senior sects, those who have not transformed into mortals cannot be counted as disciples, and this mountain is not worthy of being regarded as a Qianyi Sect disciple.

Yizong’s fairy mountain!

Just like many disciples in the sect look down upon mortal people, they regard them as lower species, not much different from animals, and they have long forgotten that they were originally mortals.

Some people also privately named this mountain peak, Hualong Peak. When you walk out from this mountain peak, you can ride the Nine-Sky Sky to Hualong Peak.

"Tang Xianshi, Tang Xianshi." Those disciples who had not transformed into mortals stopped to salute him when they saw him.

In the past two years, he came here whenever he had nothing to do. He came here more frequently than the disciples in the Academic Affairs Section of the Foreign Affairs Academy. Sometimes he stayed for a whole day, so people here knew him.

The people in the Academic Affairs Department also joked that he should just apply to be transferred to the Academic Affairs Department. With his love and dedication to his job, he was an outstanding disciple.

Tang Ning was lying on the green grassy hillside, watching the clouds surging in the sky. He was not nostalgic for this mountain peak, he just liked the clouds here. Every time he came here, his heart felt peaceful, without any restraint or pressure from practice.

, as if I was just a passer-by looking at the scenery.

"Chirp, chirp." Not far away, a pure white flying goose kept circling in the sky, its cry was sad. It flew around the mountain twice, and suddenly hit a cliff, and blood spilled on the rock wall.

The body fell straight down.

"Ah!" A scream came, and the little girl ran forward, caressing the wings of the wild goose, her eyes filled with tears, and the fruit in her hand fell to the ground.

Tang Ning looked surprised, how could this bird seek death? He walked forward.

The little girl was about ten years old, petite and frail. She caressed Bai Yan's body and cried so hard that she felt pity for her.

"What's wrong with this goose? It looks like it hit the cliff deliberately to seek death." Tangning stood behind her and asked softly.

When the little girl turned around and saw Tang Ning, she exclaimed, "Ah! Master Tang Xian." She quickly wiped her tears, stood up, lowered her head and touched the corners of her clothes with her hands.

She had delicate features, eyebrows like willow leaves, and watery eyes. She looked timid in her clothes as she stood there, as if Tang Ning had forced herself on her.

"Why did this wild goose find itself in a desperate situation?" Tang Ning asked again.

"It, it." The little girl said with tears welling up in her eyes: "Its partner was stoned by some senior brothers and stewed for it to eat. I was afraid that it would be sad, so I went to pick some fruits for it to eat. Unexpectedly..."

"They were raised by my father. They were brought here to accompany me. It's all my fault. If not..."

After listening to it, Tang Ning's mind came back to its mournful cries and its final figure rushing towards the cliff, and she was shocked.

Ask what love is in the world, and teach you the promise of life and death.

Traveling from all over the world, Lao Wing has been experiencing the cold and heat several times.

Pleasure is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children in it.

You should say something, the clouds are thousands of miles away, the snow is falling on thousands of mountains, only the shadow is going to whom.

This poem was written by an unknown poet and was widely circulated in the world. Tang Ning looked at the white goose in confusion and chanted it unconsciously.

He felt as if he was in a vast ocean, and a stone fell, causing ripples on the sea surface. The ripples grew larger and larger, and the calm sea surface began to become restless, setting off waves one after another, and then turned into violent waves.

Tang Ning stood on the sea, standing still despite being beaten by the wind and waves in the storm.

The scene of the white goose before its death appeared over and over again in his mind, its mournful cry and its decisive figure rushing towards the cliff. After an unknown amount of time, the sea surface returned to calm.

At this moment, Tang Ning's heart became clear, and the spiritual energy in his body circulated slowly, quickly spreading throughout his body. In this way, he broke through the bottleneck of the third level of Qi Refining and reached the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Once the bottleneck that had troubled her for two years was broken, Tangning felt no joy at all. He walked forward, squatted down, and dug a hole in the grass with his hands: "Bury it!"

"Tang Xianshi, this, I can take care of this, I don't need to trouble you." The little girl was dumbfounded and said quickly.

"It's okay." Tangning was already at the fourth level of Qi Refining. Digging a hole was a piece of cake. She wrapped her hands with spiritual power and dug a big hole in a short time.

He put the body of the white goose in, thought for a while and said: "Let's go find the feathered bones of the other female goose! Bury them together."

"But, but..." the little girl hesitated.

"Let's go! It doesn't matter, you just need to find those people and get the bones back," Tang Ning said with relief.

The two came to the disciple's residence, and the little girl quickly found those people, who were three and a half-year-old children.

When they saw Tangning, they were a little nervous and stood there helplessly.

"Did you eat that white goose?" Tang Neng asked.

Upon hearing this, the three of them became even more nervous and their faces were ashen.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, we don't know." A child lowered his head and explained.

Tangning waved her hand and interrupted him: "I'm not here to hold you accountable, and I don't have the right to do so. I just want to ask you something, where did you throw the feathers of the white goose and the leftover bones you ate."

"It's buried under an old locust tree." Another person replied in a low voice.

"Take me there!"

Tang Ning went with them to the old locust tree and dug out the feathers and leftover bones. Tang Ning sent the three children back and took the little girl back to the grass to bury the feathers and bones.

After doing all this, Tangning took a deep breath and drove away on the purple gold gourd.

"Master Tang Xian, thank you very much." The little girl suddenly said

Tang Ning smiled, and the purple gold gourd slowly rose and headed towards the herb garden. The little girl on the grass was still looking at him.

It's me who should say thank you.

Back in the herb garden, Tang Ning sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed and practiced according to the Taoist code of mind. He had not practiced for two years. This unexpected breakthrough not only gave him hope, but also gave him confidence. He thought he would spend the rest of his life

They will all get stuck at this third level of bottleneck.

Now, he will redouble his efforts in cultivation, strive to build the foundation as soon as possible, and then go down the mountain to find his Ruru. The white goose that died for love shocked him greatly.

Spiritual energy circulated around him, and suddenly, he found that the green gas that had been hovering in the center of his spiritual sea was about to move.

Tang Ning was shocked. She had to know that this green gas had been in his body since he transformed from the mortal world, and had been feeding on his spiritual power. It had remained as motionless as a pool of dead matter for the past seven years. She didn't expect it to happen today.

Got the news

Could it be because he broke through the third level? He thought to himself and began to try to drive the green gas.

The green gas was driven by his consciousness and started to move slowly along the whole body.

Both the green gas and the refined spiritual energy circulated around his body, but they were completely incompatible and distinct.

Even though Tang Ning's consciousness drove the refined aura in her body to surround the green gas, and the two auras were intertwined, the two were still incompatible with each other.

Tang Ning carefully observed the operation of the green gas and found no other problems, but she was certain that she could control it.

What exactly is this green gas? It doesn’t feel like the same kind of thing as refined spiritual energy, but it can absorb refined spiritual energy, which means it should have some effect of spiritual energy.
Chapter completed!