no thoughts [cultivation]

In the blink of an eye, Tong Heng has been in the secret realm for five days.

In the past five days, he had narrowly escaped death several times, escaped the attacks of first- and second-tier ferocious beasts, and avoided the framing and plundering of his fellow disciples. Only now did he understand the meaning of what the gentleman said before.

This is just a small secret realm only for monks in the Qi refining period to experience. Looking at the vast and vast world of cultivation, full of dangers and dangers everywhere, it is completely different from the peaceful days on Jiuqu Peak.Life and death are always on the line, and only by crushing others in terms of cultivation, with absolute power, can there be countless opportunities to break through the secrets of heaven.

He is bound to take Mr. Meng on a tour of the grand world of comprehension.

With such belief, he will persevere till the end.

On the seventh day after entering the small secret realm, Tong Heng relied on the storage ring given by Meng Yi and the resources in it, coupled with his own prudent and cautious character, and survived the journey without incident.On the afternoon of the seventh day, the trip to the secret realm will come to an end. At that time, Daoist Wang will open the gate of the secret realm to receive a group of disciples.

Some disciples unfortunately fell during the process. They either died at the mouth of fierce beasts, or died in the robbing of resources.

Tong Heng's cultivation base is not high, and it is impossible to confront people head-on.

So he traveled alone all the way, cautiously, he encountered many strange elixir in the secret realm, he picked off all the ones he could pick off, put them in the storage ring, and thought about going back and giving them to Mr.

When he was a child, Tong Heng had heard many rumors about secret realms and caves.In those legends, how many monks with excellent luck had obtained precious cheat books, magic weapons and magic weapons in the secret realm, and even ancient inheritance, so they were able to achieve twice the result with half the effort and proudly laugh at all living beings along the way of cultivation.

This is called chance.

However, after seven days, except for some medicinal herbs, Tong Heng did not encounter any other strange things, nor did he see any existence of caves.Even those medicinal herbs are only useful for low-level monks at his stage, and higher cultivation bases, even slightly richer monks at the seventh or eighth level of qi training may not be able to use them.

Tong Heng is not considered a setback, he is such a cultivator.Like the thousands of monks in the real world of cultivation, they have mediocre qualifications, bad luck, and chances, or die unexpectedly, or work until their lifespan is exhausted.

But now, he wants to fight against fate, wants to have a higher level of cultivation, and wants to take his husband away from Jiuqu Peak.

The husband doesn't like Jiuqu Peak, let alone Jiuqu Palace, Tong Heng can feel these.

I still remember when Tong Heng saw Mr. for the first time, he knew that he was not an ordinary person.How can an ordinary person have such a posture and demeanor, his expression is indifferent and lazy, but there is a vast universe in his eyes.

The gentleman in Tong Heng's heart should not be like this now, staying on the Jiuqu Peak, no one cares about him, his body is weak and thin, he is prone to coma and lethargy, and then he will be like this day after day and year after year.Although he doesn't know exactly what Mr. has experienced, but a person like Mr. should have a magnanimous immortal journey and be admired by thousands of people.

If possible, he would like to achieve great power and ascend to the Dao as Mr. said, together with him.

If this idea was heard by other people, they would probably laugh their heads off. There had been no one who ascended to immortality in the world of self-cultivation for more than [-] years, so he, a mere child in the Qi refining stage, dared to think this way.It would be fine if he was a talented and amazing junior, let alone a waste with four spiritual roots?

But sir said yes.

Tong Heng's face was handsome and firm, his eyes were firm and clear, without distracting thoughts.

Since Mr. said yes, it must be possible.

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On the afternoon of the seventh day, Zhenren Wang accepted the experienced disciples and closed the door of the secret realm.

No one noticed that the moment the door of the secret realm was closed, a long-awaited demonic energy swept down from the Jiuqu Peak and floated into the secret realm like a puff of smoke.

After entering the secret realm, the black shadow said to himself: "This deity consumes a lot of spiritual power to open the secret realm by himself, so I happened to give him a ride, which saved me some spiritual power."

After all, the devilish energy was searched in the secret realm.

The visitor didn't seem to be familiar with the secret realm, and he found his destination after detours.I thought it took a lot of effort to open the door of the cave to get the secret treasure I was thinking about, but I found that the stone door in front of the cave was wide open. It was obvious that someone had already entered, and they didn't even bother to cover it up.

The demonic energy paused, and he was furious immediately, and flew into the cave. He turned a blind eye to all kinds of high-grade or even top-grade magic weapons and treasures scattered on the road, and went around them directly, and then entered the innermost cave all the way.The visitor took a closer look—as expected, the elixir was gone.

The anger rose, and the devilish energy in the cave rolled, condensing into a cloud of black energy to linger in it, and a tall magic cultivator walked out of the black mist after a while.

Moxiu's handsome appearance was full of evil spirits, his eyes were gloomy, his brows were slightly frowned, and the corners of his lips curled up with a chuckle, "Heh, this deity was actually stepped up first."

No matter who took the elixir, he would find that person.

He must have this medicine.

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Wang Zhenren took many disciples out of the secret realm and found that there were a few missing, but he didn't care.

The birth and death of chance are all their own affairs. There are not a few younger generations who have fallen over the years. Cultivators have long been familiar with such things.Those who can fall in the secret realm are either people with mediocre qualifications and shallow opportunities, or disciples who have no backing.If Gein is a monk with outstanding talent, good luck, or a powerful junior, he will naturally have many ways to save his life, and he can frequently save himself from danger, and will not fall easily.

After the other disciples dispersed, Wang Zhenren thought about it and called Tong Heng to stop.

Although Tong Heng was surprised, he still bowed respectfully to Wang Zhenren.

Zhenren Wang sighed, hesitated for a moment, and asked Tong Heng: "Then on Jiuqu Peak... Is Brother Meng okay?"

Brother Meng?

There are only him and my husband on the Jiuqu Peak. The "Brother Meng" in Wang Zhen's mouth can only be my husband.

Zhenren Wang called his husband "Brother Meng". You can see the appearance of Zhenren Wang, his temples are stained with frost, and he is already old. If he does not improve his cultivation, he may die soon.And Mr. still looks like a handsome young man with bright eyes. From this point of view, I am afraid that Mr. Wang once had a higher level of cultivation than Zhenren Wang.

Sure enough, as Tong Heng expected, the husband must have been a unparalleled figure in the world.

Not knowing the relationship between Zhenren Wang and Mr. Tong Heng only vaguely replied: "Everything is fine, Mister."

Wang Zhenren asked again: "Are you Brother Meng's disciple?"

Otherwise, how could that graceful person give him the command arrow, let him come to him, and create an opportunity for him to enter the secret realm to practice.

Tong Heng shook his head: "Tong Heng dare not, Tong Heng is just a servant on Jiuqu Peak."

Zhenren Wang had known earlier that Tong Heng was the only servant on Jiuqu Peak.

Ever since Senior Brother Meng hid in Jiuqu Peak, there has been no news about it, and 50 years have passed in the blink of an eye.At this moment, Wang Zhenren listened to what Tong Heng said, and couldn't help thinking that senior brother Meng really valued love and righteousness, and had an immortal demeanor. Even if he couldn't practice anymore, he could still be so kind to the only servant who accompanied him on Jiuqu Peak.

As everyone knows, Meng Yi has long lost his heart, where did the "emphasis on love and righteousness" come from.

Thinking of the once favored son of heaven, the appearance of God, Wang Zhenren couldn't help telling Tong Heng: "If you need anything in Jiuqu Peak in the future, you can come to me."

Tong Heng cupped his hands: "Thank you, Mr. Wang."

Wang Zhenren waved: "Go."

Tong Heng said goodbye.

After being away from Mr. for seven days, Tong Heng thought about it in his heart.I don't know how the husband eats and sleeps; when he is suddenly sleepy, he still has time to enter the room, if he accidentally falls on the ground; if he wakes up, will his body catch cold... Thinking so, his steps back to Jiuqu Peak are slow. Some eager.

Walking to the foot of Jiuqu Peak, I found that the spiritual field at the foot of the mountain has just been watered, and the growth is good, obviously it has been irrigated carefully.Walking up the mountain road, it didn't take long to walk to the gate of the fence, and Tong Heng went straight in.Not far away, there was no one on the deck chairs under the lush trees.Tong Heng continued to walk in and entered the cabin where Meng Yi usually rested, and he saw Meng Yi sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed.

Meng Yi's complexion is soft and white, his texture is delicate and transparent, even when he is deeply asleep, his eyebrows are picturesque, and his temperament is outstanding. The few strands of blue hair hanging down from his ears are soft and soft, and they move slightly with his light breathing, and the whole person An Tian is amazing.

Tong Heng stepped forward, bent slightly, and said softly, without disturbing Meng Yi's voice, "Sir, Tong Heng is back."

He took care of Meng Yi to press down the slightly turned up corner of the quilt, and walked out lightly.

When Meng Yi woke up the next day, Tong Heng had already made breakfast.

As if nothing had happened, the two ate, slept, and rested as usual.

During the meal, Tong Heng learned that he had entered the secret realm to practice for a few days, and the resources of Jiuqu Peak were actually obtained by Mr. himself, and he couldn't help but feel very guilty.In his opinion, a person like Mr. should not be used to do such trivial things. Mr. should sit under the lush and lush trees and drink tea leisurely, and play chess with wise men in the tall pavilion with carved beams and painted buildings. Even if he can't practice, he is still a person A free and unrestrained person.

And those miscellaneous and laborious things, let him do it for the husband.

Tong Heng said: "Sir, these matters, just wait for Tong Heng to come back and give instructions. Don't bother Mr. to go there by himself."

Meng Yi didn't care too much, but asked Tong Heng what he had seen and heard in the secret realm in the past few days. Knowing that he had no chance, he asked him to meditate, digesting all the battles in the secret realm for his own use, and consolidated his foundation .

Tong Heng didn't go to meditate immediately, but took out all the things he had found in the secret realm in the past seven days, put them on the table, and pushed them to Meng Yi: "Sir, these are what Tong Heng obtained in the secret realm. .”

Meng Yi raised his eyes to glance at the things on the table, and said in a low voice, "Since it's yours, it's yours, so why give it to me?"

"Tong Heng's is Mister's."

"No need," Meng Yi said, "I don't need it, you can just keep it for yourself."

Tong Heng looked down at the low-level medicinal herbs he found, many of which were planted in their spiritual fields under the Jiuqu Peak, and then he thought of the storage ring given to him by his husband and the many treasures in it, I know in my heart that my husband really does not lack these.

And such an object is indeed not worthy of his husband.

Tong Heng felt powerless about his own incompetence, so he had to put those things aside, and said in a solemn tone: "These are not worthy of your husband. When Tong Heng is capable, he will find better ones for him."

Meng Yi heard the words, and only said in a low voice: "No need, it's good if you have this heart."

Tong Heng's handsome face was serious, and his tone was firm and decisive: "The best ones belong to Mr."