Chapter 37: Stubborn persistence! [First update]

Xiao Changhai glanced at the mist-covered Spirit Cleansing Pond in surprise. Along the way, he had the feeling that he could not see as much as he did on this day in his entire life. Now that he heard Yang Xuan's words, he was not weak-minded.

He immediately thought of what to do next, glanced at Yang Xuan gratefully, and walked into the spirit-washing pool. (.8du8. The fastest update is 8 degrees)

Yang Xuan waved his hand, and the spiritual energy that filled the Spirit Cleansing Pond was blown away. He walked to the edge of the pond, looked at Xiao Changhai who was holding back his blush and resisting the pressure in the pond, smiled slightly, and said: "You can persist.

The longer it takes, the greater the benefits you will get. I will help you, but you still have to rely on yourself."

Xiao Changhai gritted his teeth. Hearing the words, he nodded quickly and said, "Yes, Master." As soon as he opened his mouth, he was deflated. He felt a mountain of pressure from all sides, and he was suddenly shocked.

He quickly concentrated his mind and resisted with all his strength.

Yang Xuan smiled slightly, his expression gradually became serious, he raised his palm and patted Chi Nei gently.

The spiritual water in the spirit-washing pool suddenly agitated and slowly rotated, forming a whirlpool with Xiao Changhai as the center. The violent spiritual water poured in quickly along Xiao Changhai's pores.

Yang Xuan nodded slightly, "This absorption speed is more than three times faster than what I was doing at that time."

After finishing this, Yang Xuan walked to the side of the rock and waited quietly. Although he was a teacher and should do his best to help his disciples, this level tested perseverance and he could only rely on Xiao Changhai himself. If there was external help,

Instead, it hurt him.

Time is like water, passing by in a hurry.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

In the distance, a ray of dawn lit up from the horizon. It turned out that it was already dawn at some point.

Yang Xuan sat cross-legged on the rock, and the dawn light shone brightly on his face. He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and calm, and he glanced at the Spirit Washing Pond, where there was a huge spiritual water.

In the whirlpool, Xiao Changhai gritted his teeth and blood flowed from all his orifices. But for some reason, the severe pain did not make him give up...

"Ten hours." Yang Xuan's eyes flashed with admiration. This kind of achievement is considered one of the best among the inner disciples of Shushan.

He stood up, walked to the Spirit Cleansing Pond, glanced at Xiao Changhai, and said with a smile: "Can you still persist?"

Xiao Changhai opened his eyes with difficulty. Blood flowed from his eyes. He looked very scary, but his eyes were still firm, with a determination that no one could shake.

Yang Xuan was slightly shocked and glanced at him. The admiration in his eyes became more and more intense. Qualifications are important during the journey of cultivation, but what is more important is perseverance.

He stood by the pool and waited quietly.

After half a ring, another two hours passed.

In the spirit-washing pool, the milk-colored spiritual water was mixed with a hint of dark red. In the center of the whirlpool, blood flowed from the pores of Xiao Changhai's body, looking like a bloody man.

But why does he persist so much?

Yang Xuan's brows slowly furrowed, with a trace of unbearability in his eyes. He moved and stood two inches away from the surface of the pool, sighing: "That's enough. If you go down any further, your body won't be able to bear it."

Xiao Changhai slowly opened his eyes again. His eyes were completely dyed red with blood, and the black pupils could not be seen. His throat moved, and he opened his mouth slightly while shaking, and more blood flowed from his mouth.

, his voice was a little trembling, a little hoarse, and a little firm, and he said intermittently: "Master, master, please, don't, stop, stop, disciple..."

Yang Xuan looked at Xiao Changhai. This young man's handsome face was covered with blood, with a hint of stubbornness, and he suddenly realized that the boy who had persisted until he was unconscious in the soul-washing pool...

My heart, for some unknown reason, trembled.

Yang Xuan was silent for a moment, waved his sleeves, turned around and walked away, his voice drifting in the wind in Xiao Changhai's ears: "It's up to you..."

The corners of Xiao Changhai's mouth raised slightly, as if he was smiling.

An hour later.

In the spirit-washing pool, Xiao Changhai's body was dripping with blood. The bright red blood flowed down his skin and dripped into the milk-like spiritual water. It blended in, making the pure white spiritual water have a hint of dark red.

thump

His body suddenly trembled and he fell straight into the pool.

With a brushing sound, Yang Xuan instantly rushed over from the rock not far away, glanced at Xiao Changhai in the whirlpool, frowned slightly, waved his big sleeve, rolled up his body, and then turned into an afterimage, sweeping across

Toward the house in the distance.

The few people who were guarding outside the Spirit Cleansing Pool felt their eyes blurred as a breeze blew by, mixed with the smell of blood. When they looked up again, they saw nothing...

Bang

The courtyard door was suddenly knocked open, and Yang Xuan rushed in with Xiao Changhai on his side. Without looking anywhere else in the courtyard, he went directly to the west room, opened the door, and placed Xiao Changhai on the bed.

A trace of worry flashed across Yang Xuan's eyes. He didn't have time to examine it carefully. He shouted lowly and stretched out his palms. Milky white spiritual energy surged out from his palms, making his two palms as crystal clear as jade. A soft light emanated from his palms, shining on them.

Xiao Changhai's body...

Wisps of spiritual energy like threads and springs floated out from the light in the palm of his hand, like musical notes, and penetrated into Xiao Changhai's seven orifices. As soon as these spiritual energy penetrated into his body, they immediately began to repair his almost broken body.

of meridians.

Through the exploration of spiritual energy, after a while, Yang Xuan slowly relaxed his brows, exhaled lightly, glanced at the stubborn young man, and said with a wry smile: "The injury is really not that serious, the bones are almost all broken, the meridians are

They are all bursting apart. If it weren’t for the spiritual energy pouring into the spirit-washing pool and holding you to your last breath, I’m afraid you would be negotiating with the Lord of Hell now.”

After about a few hours, bright light shone through the window. There was fine dust floating in the light, and there was a hint of staleness.

On the bed, Xiao Changhai's eyelids trembled, and then he slowly opened his eyes. He looked at everything in front of him blankly. After a moment of daze, he slowly sat up. Perhaps because of the injury, he couldn't help but fall down.

He took a breath of air and smiled bitterly.

After a while, the pain in his chest stopped, and he slowly raised his head and looked around. But as soon as he raised his head, he saw Yang Xuan sitting cross-legged on the chair next to him, with his eyes closed, probably

Because of excessive consumption of spiritual energy, his face looked a little pale.

Xiao Changhai was startled for a moment, a bit of light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly felt his nose was a little sore.

From childhood to adulthood, besides studying, he also studied

There are no playmates, only cold books by my side.

The closest people around him are his parents. As for those relatives, they are all vain people. When his family was poor, they stayed far away and looked at him with disdain.

At a young age, he experienced all the warmth and coldness of the world, and his character gradually became silent, introverted, and did not like to talk. Later, in order to support his mother, he became the shopkeeper and waiter of a teahouse under the arrangement of his uncle.

For the sake of business, he had to force out a smile every day, and make this bitter smile become friendly and natural, like a smile from the heart, to win the joy of his guests, but this approach made his heart even more bitter.

He Shen Shen felt like he was abandoned by the world and lonely, but at this moment, he met Yang Xuan

It was this person who made him feel care and affection

Thinking of all the bitterness of his childhood, his eyes became moist and his vision became a little blurry. He stretched out his hand to wipe it, and tears stained his hands. He wiped it on his clothes, then slowly walked out of bed and put on his clothes.

He took off his shoes, picked up a coat, and put it on Yang Xuan.

In the deep darkness, there seemed to be a hint of warmth.

Yang Xuan opened his eyes, and a blurry face gradually became clear in his sight. It was Xiao Changhai.

"Master." Xiao Changhai was startled for a moment, then quickly lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry for waking you up."

Yang Xuan was about to get up when he suddenly felt the coat on his body. He was startled for a moment, his eyes softened, and he smiled and said, "It's okay. Are your injuries healed?"

Xiao Changhai nodded.

Yang Xuan stood up and yawned. The excessive use of spiritual energy just now made him a little sleepy, and he fell asleep unknowingly. After standing up, he glanced at Xiao Changhai and said with a smile: "Let's go.

I'll take you to test your monastic qualifications."

Xiao Changhai nodded quickly, walked back to the bed, and put on his coat.

The two of them left the courtyard together, walked out, followed the mountain road, and came to a majestic palace.

Yang Xuan didn't pause at all and walked straight in. Behind him, Xiao Changhai glanced at the tall hall in surprise, and immediately followed him in.

In the main hall, there are three Taoist statues placed above. They are the three Taoist figures in ancient mythology.

Under these three Taoist ministers, there are several purple incense burners with delicate fragrance floating on them. In addition, there are several plates of fruits placed next to the incense burners. Under these fruits, there are several kneeling seats.

The moment he saw these three Taoist figures, Yang Xuan was suddenly startled and couldn't help but think of the flying sword in the ring that was taken from the mysterious purple hall: the Immortal Sword.

According to rumors, the founder of Taoism is Mr. Laozi. Laozi transformed the Three Pure Ones into one spirit, namely Yuanshi Tianzun, Daode Tianzun and Lingbao Tianzun. In those long time ago, Mr. Laozi fought against the leader of Tongtian. The weapons used by the leader of Tongtian included four major weapons.

fairy sword

These four immortal swords are the Immortal Killing Sword, the Immortal Absolute Sword, the Immortal Killing Sword, and the Immortal Trapping Sword with four handles. According to the "Historical Books", Mr. Laozi was the founder of Taoism during the ancient period when a hundred schools of thought contended. Although he was proficient in the principles of heaven and earth, he was still just

What does an ordinary person have to do with a cultivator?

Yang Xuan had some doubts in his heart. If everything about Tongtian Cult Master was fictitious, but the Absolute Immortal Sword in his hand was real, how could this be explained?

"Who's visiting?" An old voice sounded from the side of the lobby.

Yang Xuan turned around and saw an old man with long white hair. He was wearing a black robe, which formed a sharp contrast. He was like the dark high priest in a fairy tale. His face was no longer smooth, but had been carved by wind and frost.

Aging wrinkles.

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