The Tao is far away

Wang Chi thought secretly. Before, Xu Qianyu gave him three Foundation Establishment Pills, and later Mu Yu Xiaoxiao gave him five more, and now he has four more, which adds up to twelve.

Can these twelve reach the foundation-building stage?

Although the number is large, Wang Chi still has no idea.

There is a chance to get the Foundation Establishment Pill right now. If you succeed, you can get another one. If you are lucky, you may be able to hunt down the Demon Pill, which will give you more Foundation Establishment Pills.

If one is unlucky and dies in the trial, then these twelve foundation-building pills will become nothing and one will not be able to enjoy them.

Wang Chi didn't dare to bet that these twelve foundation-building pills could help him build his foundation successfully. The scene after his last failure in building his foundation was still vivid in his mind.

Wang Chi didn't want to experience that feeling of powerlessness again.

Maybe in the end, this is the only one missing?

Now I am over nineteen years old, and compared with other monks of the same age, I am far behind.

Wang Chi didn't want to become one of those gray-haired disciples in the valley who were still in the Qi Refining stage.

Wang Chi was hesitant.

If I fail, how can I achieve Dan and marry Qingluan?

If he fails, how can he help Situ refine his body?

If you fail, how can you have the power to protect the people you care about?

If we fail, these will be nothing more than the moon in the water and flowers in the mist.

If I fail, a hundred years later, I will be nothing but a handful of earth.

Gradually, Wang Chi made a decision.

go with!

……

However, when Wang Chi signed up to participate, Tianji Saint Lord rejected him sternly and refused to let Wang Chi go no matter what.

Wang Chi naturally knew what he meant, but Wang Chi had already made his decision.

The Holy Lord Tianji had no choice but to give up, but secretly gave Wang Chi a top-grade magical weapon, the Starry Sky Mirror, and several medium-quality spirit stones.

The Holy Lord Tianji was very happy. It was a good deal to exchange a little bit of insignificant cultivation resources for Mu Yu Xiaoxiao's support!

Maybe we can even make Tianji Sect the number one sect in the South.

As for Wang Chi's death, that was none of his business. After all, he had persuaded him and given him the magic weapon.

You can't blame yourself!

At night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and Wang Chi returned to Qingzhu Peak.

Wang Chi signed up secretly, Qingluan doesn't know about it yet.

The door of Qingluan's room was open and Wang Chi walked in.

Qingluan is playing the piano at this moment. The melodious sound of the piano makes people intoxicated in this quiet night.

This was the first time Wang Chi heard Qingluan’s music.

It’s a pity that Wang Chi doesn’t understand the zither and doesn’t know the meaning of the music.

Wang Chi stopped and listened for a while.

He really wanted to listen to this piano music forever.

Qingluan seemed to know what Wang Chi was thinking, and only looked at Wang Chi after the song was finished.

There was resentment in those eyes.

"What are you doing in the Great Trial?"

"You don't know how dangerous it is in there, how powerful the monsters there are, and how cruel the monks who participate are."

"Are you looking for death?"

Wang Chi didn't say anything. He just sat in front of Qingluan and plucking a string of the zither clumsily.

The hoarse and mocking noises are hard to listen to.

"I'm not looking for death."

"Instead, I went to find my future."

"Now, I can't afford to fail, and I don't have the opportunity to fail."

Another shrill sound came from the piano.

"Some things that happened in the past few days have made me realize how powerful high-level monks are, and also how weak I am."

“I don’t want to experience that feeling of hopelessness anymore.”

"I need to be strong enough to protect the people I care about and love."

Wang Chi's tone was very calm when he said these words.

How could Qingluan not know the meaning of Wang Chi’s words?

Wang Chi plucked another string, but this time there was no harsh sound, only a flowing and soothing sound.

At one end of the string, Qingluan's fingers were pressing on it.

"So, I have to go!"

Wang Chi played it again and looked at Qingluan with a firm gaze.

Qingluan plucked the zither, and the strings trembled, producing a melodious sound.

"How could I not know this? Back then..." Qingluan had a complicated expression when mentioning the past.

"Back then, Old Tianqin poured countless resources into me to help me successfully build my foundation. Not to mention the ten foundation-building pills, I ate the pills that increased the chances of building a foundation like candy beans."

"I know how difficult it is for cultivators like us with poor spiritual roots to build our foundation."

"But that great trial is too dangerous. I won't allow you to go."

"I'll help you with the Foundation Building Pill."

"No!" Wang Chi refused. Wang Chi knew that the Peak Master was not qualified to be in charge of the Foundation Establishment Pill, and Wang Chi did not want Qing Luan to ask others for help.

"Do you want to keep me under your protection forever?"

"I'm your master, of course I can protect you!"

Wang Chi was very touched, but this only strengthened his determination.

Only when your cultivation is high enough, enough to look down on the entire Southern Kingdom, others will not be so arrogant as to marry you, and others will not dare to and will not make a fuss about the master-disciple relationship.

Wang Chi lowered his head and played the zither, muttering to himself: "How can I know how vast the sky is if I have never flown in it myself?"

"How can you become strong without experiencing life and death, blood and fire?"

Wang Chi heard from Situ that some monks who only focused on improving their cultivation level were often defeated by monks of lower levels who had experienced blood and fire.

Wang Chi would never become that kind of cultivator.

Only broken bones will become stronger.

Qingluan pursed her lips and plucked the strings of the zither. She knew these principles well.

Qingluan really couldn't bear to see Wang Chi go to the sect for the trial.

If Wang Chi died, Qingluan would not be able to face it.

But Qingluan knew that she could not change Wang Chi's mind.

Qingluan let out a breath and started playing the piano by herself.

Wang Chi just looked at Qingluan quietly.

Wang Chi seemed to be about to understand the meaning of the music.

After the song, Qingluan smiled, revealing two shallow dimples: "Want to learn piano?"

"I teach you."

Wang Chi placed his hands on the strings. Qing Luan sat next to Wang Chi, placed her hands on his hands, and carefully guided Wang Chi's clumsy fingers.

Wang Chi could feel the softness of Qingluan's jade hands, smell the breath of Qingluan, and feel the heat of Qingluan's body.

But Wang Chi's heart was as calm as water at this moment, without a trace of evil thoughts.

Under the waterfall, in the small bamboo house, the sound of a piano is melodious.

“This is a piece of music I composed myself.”

"Do you have a name?"

“It didn’t exist before, but it exists now.”

"what is it call?"

"Don't tell you."