Heirloom Cave Heaven.

Lan Yongning woke up in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a strange world. There were no clouds, sun and moon in the sky, no stars in the sky, and no one knew where the secret cave was.

His spiritual mind sensed a spiritual spring, surrounded by spiritual fields. Many things were planted in it. There were grains, fruit trees, Ganoderma lucidum, and even some strange-looking elixirs. These crops were extremely scattered, like

Weeds are growing wildly, and it's obvious that they haven't been taken care of at all.

After further exploration, I saw only a black and white cat. It raised its head and seemed to be talking to a being that could not be sensed by the spirit.

"The fairy is long, the cat seems to be able to make rain."

It started to rain lightly in the cave, and the water level in the central spiritual spring dropped significantly.

Lan Yongning waved his hand and cast a water-avoiding spell, then pushed aside the spiritual rice in front of him and approached the central spiritual energy. After a hundred steps, he walked out of the messy spiritual field and saw a crystal clear lake, with a person and a cat standing on the shore.

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Gu Wen turned around and said, "Brother Lan, you're awake."

"I drank the water you gave me and seemed to fall asleep."

"Your foundation was damaged, and I used some special methods to help you repair it."

"How to fix it?"

While Lan Yongning asked, he looked inside the sea of ​​​​qi and saw the flawless white foundation, which made him feel a little incredible.

As a Tianzun, he has been siding with the Taoist sect from the beginning. He can obtain countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and can even ask Immortal Qingcang to help suppress the injury. But after so many years, he has taken countless pills and still cannot recover.

Injury.

The same is true for other people, and the reason is nothing more than innateness.

The natural things are damaged, and no matter how you repair them, you cannot restore them to their original state.

For example, many monks use cosmetic methods to seek good appearance, but those with advanced cultivation can see their bones at a glance.

Gu Wen thought for a moment, but couldn't give an explanation. He just described it vaguely: "There is a common thing called Jinzhi, which is used to repair damaged utensils. In order to look beautiful, some people will use gold. Porcelain is earth, and gold is precious. After repairing, it still remains the same.

He's defective, but no one calls him ugly."

"The deficiency is still lacking, is it just that Brother Gu's great way has covered up this deficiency?"

Lan Yongning understood at once, and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes to meditate. With careful sensing, he could see that the original cracks were filled with a touch of divine light.

Although it is not innate, it is still a kind of perfection, even better than the original one.

He opened his eyes and was silent for a long time.

"Brother Gu's appearance is just like that of an ordinary person."

The same was true in Tianquan Mountain back then. When they first met, he came to visit Gu Wen with a bottle of fine wine, and he was still a young man who knew only a little about swordsmanship. It was only because of his reputation as a goddess that he entertained Gu Wen.

Later, it took Gu Wen just a few months to surpass himself.

"If you are not an ordinary person, how can you be an immortal?"

Gu Wen smiled calmly, completely losing the arrogance he had in the past.

"I am no more than a Little Saint now, and there are many people in the world who are stronger than me. For example, Jianmu, the Two Saints of Heaven and Earth, and even my master. I have only become a Little Saint for the first time, and there are still many things that I need to practice.

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"Brother Gu is so humble."

Lan Yongning asked: "Brother Gu mentioned the two saints of heaven and earth, are they heaven and earth?"

"That's right, to be precise, it is the Emperor of Heaven and the Lord of the Palace after becoming a great saint. The master calls the Emperor of Heaven a spiritual ancestor, because the Emperor of Heaven after becoming a saint is the source of spiritual energy and the beginning of pure energy."

Gu Wen answered carefully, just like Lan Yongning taught him swordsmanship.

A drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring.

"Yesterday, I used the method of imitating the ancestors to complete your foundation. I call it the method of heaven. The way of heaven, if there is a loss, it will make up for the deficiency, just like dew condensing into gas and falling rain, everything is made up by heaven.

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He knows the Emperor of Heaven relatively well, because the land of immortality was created by him, and he has the most contact with him in the 800 years since he attained enlightenment.

The little person in the sea of ​​air is its avenue. A little glass person has a hair.

The crystal clear body is made of pure Qi. In a sense, Gu Wen is now the "close relative" of the Emperor of Heaven, and their paths are similar.

But Gu Wen will not stop there. He hopes to find the law of the earth, so that yin and yang can coexist and become human.

At that time, the avenue will no longer be colored glass, but a real person.

Of course, these will take a long time, and the methods of the cultivation world are enough for him to understand for a long time. Now, the hair on the head of the little glass figure symbolizes the law of Qi training.

Lan Yongning felt dizzy halfway through listening. He couldn't understand many of the things Gu Wen explained, and he couldn't even listen.

It's disgusting to do it forcefully.

He waved his hands repeatedly, rubbed his painful eyebrows and said:

"Brother Gu, it's okay, it's okay. The mantra of the Great Dao is not something that a mere mortal like me can understand."

"Perhaps when Brother Lan becomes an immortal in the future, we can discuss the Tao."

Halfway through Gu Wen's words, some of his thoughts were still unfinished. After all, it was the first time he had talked about the road he had worked so hard for to an outsider.

"When I become an immortal, you may become a great saint." Lan Yongning smiled and changed the subject: "Actually, I am a relic of the Heavenly Court. In the early years, Lu Chan saved many lives by collecting the Heavenly Court elixirs.

Man, now Taoist friend Chi Yuzi’s natural disability is also suppressed by one of these medicines.”

He paused, feeling the relief of the foundation being repaired, and said: "Now it seems that Brother Gu alone is enough."

Gu Wen shook his head and said: "You are a small problem, but I can't make any conclusions until I actually see the others."

"That's okay, I already have some ideas. By chance, I found a remnant soul from heaven, and he promised that as long as he gave me a prescription, he could repair the damage of the body and even the soul."

"With a small child?"

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Three days later, the city lord's mansion.

A mysterious man in black robes, who looked like a young man, suddenly appeared in front of the gate of the City Lord's Mansion. With such a hidden appearance, he was quickly noticed by the monks on duty in Taiyi City.

Wearing clothes day and night is not only a thief, but also a bandit.

In an instant, the formation was activated, and countless flying swords flew into the air, aiming at the black-robed boy.

Behind the mask, two spirits are communicating.

"Master, is it really okay?"

"My disciples believe me. Not knowing is a great terror. As long as they don't know my trump cards, they won't dare to act rashly."

A golden elixir monk was wearing a mysterious black uniform and landed on the ground with his sword. He found that he could not detect the opponent's aura, raised his hands and said respectfully: "This senior, I don't know what is going on?"

The man in black robe said in a hoarse voice: "I need to see Mr. Wen. We have an appointment."

"Hold on."

The Jindan monk sent a message to the city lord's palace and soon received a reply. He waved his hand to signal the formation to stop, and asked the weapon-wielding monk to put down his magic weapon and move out of the way.

"Wen Zun has been waiting for you for a long time."

Then, under the leadership of the Jindan monk, the young man walked into the city lord's mansion that was out of reach in the past. After passing the gate, he saw another city in front of him.

Castle Peak, School, Forest Garden, Disciples.

The entire City Lord's Mansion is an alternative sect, and Taiyi City is a branch of the Liuyun Sect. There are three sects in the world, and Dacheng belongs to the third sect. They are all extensions or branches of a certain large sect.

The young man couldn't help but look around, touching to the east and looking to the west, causing some young female disciples to hide their faces and chuckle.

"You are a junior from which family? Why are you dressed in black? Are you going to rob the rich and give to the poor?"

The Jindan monk who led the way shouted: "Which family are you disciples of? Tell me your name."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of female disciples immediately scattered and fled.

From then on, the young man no longer acted recklessly and allowed his remnant soul to control his body, thus regaining his powerful posture.

The master and apprentice rehearsed each other in their hearts.

"I'll meet that junior Wen Zun later and ask him to give you more blood to earn you a ninth-level Taoist foundation."

"Master, it's not good to go back on your word, isn't it?"

"Isn't this all for you as a teacher? The land of becoming an immortal is about to open. If you don't record some family assets and enter, something really went wrong. Even in my heyday, I may not be able to save you."

"The Immortal Land is so dangerous, why don't we go there?"

"Traitor, do you know that this kind of place could not be entered even if the master had squeezed his head when he was young? When the Heavenly Court was still there, this land was used to grow elixirs, and people under the Three Purities relied on this to survive.

Fate. Otherwise, the so-called heavenly officials are no different from ordinary monks, and the king of hell will die even if he clicks his finger."

"What about the local officials?"

"You must die. All things must die."

Nearing a villa, the man in black stopped. The golden elixir monk had already opened the door and looked at the 'distinguished guest' who suddenly stopped with some confusion.
To be continued...