Taihao Gold Medal

Chapter 65: The Magic of the Illusory Heart
The night is shrouded in the sky, and on the building boats marching in the wind among the silver and white clouds in the sky, there are singing and dancing, flowers are gradually becoming charming, and the dark fragrance is floating.

Zhang Lie is now a monk at the ninth level of Qi training, especially with a deep foundation and far more spiritual power than most monks of the same level, so he can tell at a glance that the black-clothed monk wearing a bamboo hat to cover his face just now , is a monk in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

But this is the boundary of the Golden Rainbow Valley, so although you have to respect your seniors, you don't have to bow your knees, not to mention that the other party didn't take the initiative to reveal their cultivation status.

For Zhang Lie now, building a foundation is no longer difficult, the difficulty lies in building the foundation of the first road, so he can maintain an equal attitude without being humble or overbearing.

Now that the senior left, Zhang Lie no longer had any wine in his hand, so he stood still and enjoyed the singing and dancing for a while, and after the singing and dancing was over, he planned to turn around and leave.

However, at this moment, many Huanxin Sect monks on the stage flew down like butterflies, and some monks who were obviously dressed in more luxurious Taoist robes hugged each other and left.

Most of them are female monks, and there are also a small number of male monks of Huanxin Sect.

"This is also possible?"

Zhang Lie was quite optimistic about the Qianxiu Dharma Assembly. After all, at the beginning, he only saw its advantages but not its disadvantages, but now he has the intention of being a prostitute, which made him slightly shake his head and turn around to leave.

There are obviously some unspoken rules for exchanging and asking prices with each other. Zhang Lie didn't see it when he participated in the first time, and he doesn't want to know too much about it now.

However, at this moment, there was a warm fragrance behind him, and Zhang Liezhi quickly turned around, only to see that it was the beautiful female cultivator of the Huanxin Cult who played the role of the mountain ghost just now, and she did not know when she came to the side.

The skin is fair and plump, and the eyes are like autumn water. The female cultivator in front of her is very attractive with the multiple beauty of a girl, a girl, and a woman at the same time.

"What's the matter, Fellow Daoist?" Zhang Lie asked first.

"It's nothing, just seeing my senior brother's heroic, generous and unrestrained attitude just now, I can't help but be impressed. I'm in the shape of a willow tree, and I want to have a night chat with my senior brother by candlelight. Would you like to honor me?"

This female cultivator saluted very dignifiedly. The process of speaking was only a slight raise of the head at the beginning, but it was full of charm, which made many people around show fascinated expressions, and they were extremely jealous of Zhang Lie. look.

"I'm sorry, I just drank too much and I'm a little dizzy. I'm afraid I can only live up to the kindness of fellow Taoist, please forgive me."

Cleanly rejected the other party, then Zhang Lie turned and left.

Although he loves beautiful women like jade and snow, but when he puts them together with Dao, he can let go of the former. This is Zhang Lie's firmness brought about by his 20 years of Daoism.

"Beauty, this beauty, just now that brat didn't understand the style, I would like to have a candle night talk with you, beauty..."

"Fellow Daoist, please...get out of here."

The female cultivator who was being entangled by people around her, and Zhang Lie who had already turned and left were not clear.

At this moment, the black-clothed black-clothed cultivator was already standing on the height of the pavilion, watching everything that happened in front of her eyes.

"Qianxiu Fahui, is it always so filthy?" Wang Wanyi asked with some displeasure as she took off her bamboo hat.

"I tell my ancestors that this is the practice method of the Huanxin Sect's sect, and it is also their unique way of fighting skills. The caster and the recipient compete with each other. If the Huanxin Sect's monk wins, the recipient Those who read it will be led into the fantasy dream, very satisfied, and then wake up from the dream, and the monks of the Huanxin Sect have already left with their spirit stones, and few people will cause trouble because of it."

"Of course, if the subject is more sophisticated, the monks of Huanxin Sect will not be able to get away so easily, and they will really have to accompany each other for a while, but for these demon cultivators, it can't be said that they are really at a disadvantage."

"...Young and flirtatious, admiring and thinking about young women, red candles dimming the tents, and finally a dream come to nothing. That's how it is."

At this moment, Wang Wanyi also understood the brilliance of Huanxinjiao's practice. Compared with the cruel sword fighting method, the difficulty of this kind of mind-to-mind struggle may not be much inferior, and even if it misses, the price to be paid is also high. Too much less.

Even if one is good at harvesting and nourishing techniques, even if the illusion fails, whoever gains advantage and who suffers is a matter of two opinions.

"Among the seven sects of the Yue Kingdom, the Huanxin Sect has always been the weakest. However, it has been able to pass on for thousands of years. After all, it has its own skills. I have underestimated it for so many years."

After saying that, Wang Wanyi flicked her sleeves, turned around and walked into the pavilion. At this moment, she also felt a little emotional. She had practiced hard in the family for many years, and her experience was a bit too shallow.

After Qianxiu Fahui ended, the outside finally became completely quiet.

Zhang Lie returned to his room, looked at the scroll with the dried salted fish meat, and wondered how he could comprehend the meaning of Jin Xingfa.

It wasn't until the spiritual consciousness felt tired that I turned off the lights and went to sleep peacefully all night.

In the early morning seven days later, the sleepy young Taoist walked out of the room and went to the deck to enjoy the mountain scenery on both sides.

There is no way to force such things as epiphany, or even deep comprehension, especially to the point where it can be condensed into the meaning of the golden practice.

In the early morning, there are quite a few monks on the deck looking at the mountains on both sides of the strait. Immortal cultivators are supposed to be close to nature, so there are many people who love mountains and water, and some of them are even painting on the spot.

In the long scroll and the verdant mountains, Zhang Lie faintly sensed the meaning of the Shuimu duoxing, and subconsciously judged that the monk in green in front of him had a lot of practice in the Shuimu duoxing.

The green-clothed monk who was painting with a brush also sensed Zhang Lie's gaze. The two looked at each other, nodded slightly, and then went about their own business.

"Alas, there are thousands of mountains and thousands of miles of wasteland, and there are countless ghosts and monsters living and hiding in them. Therefore, sword cultivators blindly attack and do not know how to manage them. How many years has the rule of sword cultivators ended? In such an extinct place, even in some areas, the power of monsters has become more and more powerful."

Zhang Lie was walking on the left edge of the deck, and when he heard an old man among a group of people say this, most of the people around him agreed.

However, at this moment, a young monk who looked very young couldn't help but said: "Could this be the resources deliberately left by the sword cultivator sect, and these were not a threat to them in that era? "

"..."

A too honest remark made the other monks around him very embarrassed.

Especially the old man just now, his face flushed red and his chest heaved with anger, he opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't think of what to say in rebuttal.

In the ancient sword cultivating era, a sword cultivating sect often had more than a hundred people, or even a dozen people, and the most powerful one had only 800 or [-] people at most.

This kind of sword cultivator, fighting in all directions has opened up a large area. As long as the sword in his hand is sharp enough, each one can obtain enough resources for his own practice with the sword.

In that era, it was rare for a sect to be wiped out by monsters, and in that era, there were no great monsters born out of nowhere to rule over one side.

Now, there are tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people in any sect, and the number of monks in Tongxuan Cultivation World is increasing. In recent years, monsters have broken through the gates, and tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of people have been slaughtered. Therefore, I really don't know whether it is the progress of the times or the retrogression.

But Zhang Lie can be sure that it should be progress for him.

Because many sword cultivators in ancient times were picky, the inheritance disciples were not to the point of not accepting a single attribute of the golden spirit root. If they were born in that era, Zhang Lie himself had four spiritual roots, and it was very likely that he would only be able to work in the countryside for a lifetime.

Therefore, although the ancient sword cultivator era was glorious, that glory only existed in memory, and it would be good to recall it once in a while.

Really back to that era, the current Tongxuan Cultivation World has less than half of the people.

Just when Zhang Lie was listening to the quarrel from beside him, while watching the green mountains on both sides, the pupils in his eyes suddenly dilated on his originally smiling face.

Because a boulder that filled the field of vision suddenly slammed into it.

The danger came too abruptly. In Zhang Lie's field of vision, it was as if a huge boulder nearly 20 meters high was suddenly picked up by a giant, and then thrown on top of his head.

The psychological oppression brought about by that moment made his scalp numb for a while.

bang.

Fortunately, the boulders that hit the bombardment were blocked by the dark purple formation barrier that suddenly brightened around the large spirit boat.

During the collision, the rocks collapsed.

And it wasn't until this time that the monks on the deck of the large spirit boat reacted, so there was a certain amount of fleeing and confusion.

"What's going on, how is it possible? How come there are high-level monsters appearing on the golden rainbow valley spirit boat channel?"

"It's the monsters in the Purple Mansion Realm who are attacking. Hurry up and sail the boat. You won't be able to beat them. Hurry up and sail the boat to speed up."

bang.

At this moment, the second boulder hit the spirit boat's formation barrier again.

The whole spirit boat vibrated because of this, and there were obviously faded or even faint cracks in the dark purple formation barrier.

At the same time, in Zhang Lie's field of vision, a huge silver-haired giant ape on the mountain peak in front of him was roaring towards the spirit boat with his many ape descendants and grandchildren.

Because of the height of the mountain peaks, they are basically at a slightly lower level than the spirit boat.

"It should be the migrating Tier [-] monster iron-backed gray ape. That person just now is right. The monks on the boat cannot be beaten, and it is very difficult to escape... At this time, you can no longer think about fighting. Now, we have to think about how to save our lives from falling into the crowd of monsters when the spirit boat crashes."

Because he saw the full attack of the fourth-order monster just now, although he didn't really receive the attack, the huge pressure still made him covered in sweat. At this moment, Zhang Lie's cheeks were dripping with sweat, but he stood there without moving.

Because he knew that shouting and running around at this time was the most stupid, and calming down and making an accurate judgment quickly was the relatively most correct choice.

What Zhang Lie didn't expect at this time was that this is actually the quality that a sword cultivator should have: calmness and determination.

(End of this chapter)