The master of metaphysics refreshes the daily life of Novice Village

Well, it's not that important whether you're a human or not. Now the third senior brother has turned into a rabbit, calm and collected.

"So why did you steal the soul-suppressing wood and come to this world?" Kong Qianyu cursed. No wonder she didn't want to come to see her third senior brother at that time. She had been sitting in the cave for more than ten years, studying hard every day, but her cultivation was poor. It's hard to make any progress.

Nima's body has been stolen. It's not easy for her to maintain her human form for two hundred years!

"this one"

Xuan Qing looked at the little junior sister's face, and what was echoing in his ears were the master's earnest instructions. Should he say it or not?

Having said that, I don’t know what choice the junior sister will make. If I don’t tell you, I don’t have much time left, so the choice is not in my hands after all.

No matter what, Master also said that in an emergency, you must not deceive your junior sister.

"You still remember the time when master had a falling out with the master uncle, right?"

How could I not remember this!

My master is the most indifferent person. He only thinks about becoming an immortal and a disciple, and doesn't care about other things. He often does whatever the senior brother in charge asks him to do. The senior brothers have always cooperated with each other tacitly, not to mention being harmonious.

However, after a big quarrel two hundred years ago, they almost stopped all contact with each other. The disciples of his own peak seemed to have been forgotten and left to fend for themselves.

Master was invisible in front of others, but he often sighed long and hard behind his back. She asked him why, but he always smiled and said nothing.

Not long after, the third senior brother suddenly stole the soul-suppressing wood and defected from the school without missing.

Until the master ascended to the upper world, he never saw the head master again, and we really had no contact with each other for the rest of our lives.

"The master and the master uncle had a falling out because of you."

"When the master brought you back to the sect, there were already some doubts in his heart. It was not until he brought you to meet the master uncle that the treasure pavilion moved. The fire stick that had been used for three months became active again. The brothers looked at each other and said, In silence, Master will accept you as a closed disciple and take good care of you."

"Master has never accepted female disciples because the techniques practiced by our lineage are not suitable for women to practice."

In this way, Kong Qianyu got the Taoist name Xuanqian, and grew up safely under the care of his senior brothers. The master did not ask her to make more progress, but paid special attention to cultivating her state of mind. Almost every few days, he would prepare a basket of great principles, which would make her sleepy.

"Later, the master uncle called the master to discuss something with him. This was originally something that the master had decided upon when he accepted you as his disciple, but the master changed his mind."

"He fell out with the master uncle, told me everything about you, spent all his efforts in planning, and finally found a glimmer of hope for you among the many dead ends!"

"You are Jianmu's spiritual transformation, and you have been shouldering the heavy responsibility of heaven since you were born. The ninety-nine and eighty-one thunders were both a test and a baptism. From the moment you successfully transformed into a spirit, you had a mission that you had to complete."

"Do you know that back then, Jianmu, the only ancestor of ten thousand Buddhas in the world, refused to accept the teachings and kicked over the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun, which leaked the three-flavored true fire for thirty-six days? , descended into the human world.

How can this kind of heavenly fire be sustained in the mortal world? All living beings are devastated, and they see the overthrow before their eyes, but the heavenly world is in chaos and has no time to care. The demonic world is eager for the human world to be destroyed in order to expand its territory, while the human beings can only kowtow to pray for mercy from heaven.

In the end, it was Jianmu, who was already quite spiritual, who single-handedly stopped the fire and temporarily relieved the world's difficulties. "

"That's not right. If I have this ability and can stop the fire all over the sky, how can I turn into a fire stick?" She didn't dream about much of the past, but she also knew that Jianmu was the legendary bridge connecting the three worlds. How tall and long it is, I'm afraid no one in the Three Realms knows. Such a sacred tree was destroyed by the fire in Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace? That thing can't even burn a stone monkey!

"Do you know why you were suddenly seriously injured this time?"

Xuan Qing took the soul-suppressing wood and handed it to Kong Qianyu, telling her to hold it and feel it carefully.

She used to think that this thing was so easy to use, and more friendly than any magic weapon she had ever used. It was as if she had an extra arm, and there was no sense of disobedience.

Holding it again this time, she felt something different. Knowing that this was actually her own body, a real part of her body, she separated a trace of spiritual power and penetrated it.

Under the dark appearance of the fire stick, the surging fairy energy is fighting against the decaying evil energy!

This battle lasted for an unknown number of years. The two energies with mutually exclusive attributes maintained a delicate balance within it, and no one could do anything to the other.

"This is?"

Kong Qianyu withdrew his spiritual power and instantly understood what had happened to him before.

It was the devilish energy released by the unknown Zhen Yuan that caused it!

Originally, the internal energy was balanced, and there was no immortal and demonic energy in the external environment for it to absorb and strengthen itself. After entangled for hundreds of millions of years, a wisp of demonic energy suddenly appeared in the outside world, finally allowing it to find a chance to stand out and gain momentum.

Xuan Qing came a step too late, and the red lotus karma fire did not have time to burn away the excess demonic energy. Under the inspiration of the same source of aura, those wisps penetrated into the soul-suppressing wood.

Jianmu is essentially a sacred tree, a product of the immortal family, and is incompatible with the demonic energy. Therefore, when the demonic energy is slightly stronger, the spirit it transforms is implicated.

The severed meridians were considered minor. She did not fall into a demon on the spot. It was the result of more than a thousand years of master's upbringing. She did not have any distracting thoughts in her heart. The demonic energy could not penetrate into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, so she could only operate on her physical body.

Fortunately, Xuan Qing was given the opportunity to save her.

Saving Kong Qianyu is both easy and difficult. Just let the demonic energy in the soul-suppressing tree be suppressed, but the problem is that the only thing that can suppress the demonic energy is the fairy energy.

This world is originally an unfashionable mortal world. The cultivators have barely touched the edge of the avenue. They can't even control a sword. Where can they go to find immortal energy?

Xuan Qing thought about it and there was only one way to go.

He first made a fool of himself in the Xuanmen Alliance, and then found some Xuanmen disciples who usually did evil things. He counted every one of them and killed them all, and finally found a remote place where there was no one.

He is not from this world, and he is a demon. Killing someone is a serious crime. Heaven is ruthless and will not care whether the person you kill is good or bad. As long as their life span is not over, it is him who is at fault!

Before the thunder came down, he gave up his body, and his broken soul was on the verge of collapse. When the first lightning struck his body, his anger sank into his Dantian, forcing him to exert his lifelong cultivation.

He succeeded!

After narrowly avoiding death, under the baptism of the sky thunder, his extremely compressed spiritual energy was finally transformed into a trace of immortal energy!

Without further ado, he rushed back as quickly as possible and injected immortal energy into the soul-suppressing wood. The already cracked sacred tree returned to its previous unattractive appearance, and the injuries on Kong Qianyu's body naturally recovered as well.

As for myself, it’s not important.

Xuan Qing smiled, unable to hold back the dull pain in his chest any longer, and spit out a mouthful of blood.