The world is lingering, flowers bloom and fall in the canyon, and geese from the geese go back.

At this moment, a heroic young man stood on a huge rock on the top of the green mountain, looking at the fairyland of the sea of ​​clouds, and a poem "Linjiang Fairy" sent me love:

"The clouds and clouds gather in the mountains,

Lifting on the railing several times of the wind.

Dongjun has been in a hurry,

Four years old people are not the same,

The flowers were red at that time.

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Spring is coming and spring is gone again,

Clouds swell and roll in the sky.

The world is like tens of thousands of miles apart.

The long sky thinks of the crane shadow,

The moon is bright in my hometown.”

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The breeze sometimes blew up his long hair and clothes, causing his whole life to feel inexplicably moved. Not far behind him was a white ape, a black bear, a weasel, a red fox, and a blue bird was still standing on the shoulders of the white ape.

The young man is naturally Ning Wujiu. Several years passed by. At this moment, he was no longer a young man, but a handsome young man. Unfortunately, the white dress on his body was already torn, and the sleeves and trousers were no longer fit. After all, in the past few years, he has been taller and shorts look quite funny. However, his bronze skin, coupled with the splendor of his eyes, emitted a strong aura, making him look unspoken and as powerful as a rock.

"Four years have passed, Ning Wujiu, I am still alive!" Ning Wujiu said to himself, "Tomorrow is the fourth year, I am already twenty years old! But I only feel that my vitality is so vigorous and vigorous. No matter who can I take my life at this moment? The King of Hell? Black and White Impermanence?" At this point, he pinched the magic trick with his right hand, and a spiritual thought moved. A warm current in his dantian instantly surged to his palm. Then he heard a "sizzling" sound, and the electric light of his palm flashed, "Wow!" He hit him with a palm, as if he cut off the air flow. He drew a knife to cut off the water. He saw a blue light "swoosh" breaking the void with a "swoosh" and whistling out, "Bang!"

Not far away, a piece of bluestone instantly split into pieces, and the gravel penetrated into the sky and fell into scattered areas!

The friends behind him whispered and avoided them.

"Haha! Who can take my life at this moment? Who dares to take my life?!" Ning Wujiu let out a long roar, but he fell silent in an instant, "Except for the heaven! But, God, will you let me see tomorrow's sunrise?"

At this moment, Ning Wujiu had already mastered the magic power to create the world and call for wind and rain, but his awe of God and his admiration for the laws of heaven and earth forced him to surrender to fate and destiny.

After all, no one can fight against God.

In life between heaven and earth, the people of heaven and earth follow the laws of nature and follow the ethics of geography. This is the so-called man follows the earth, the earth follows the heaven, the sky follows the way of the way, and the Tao follows nature.

Although Ning Wujiu's qualifications for cultivating immortals are not good, they are not too bad. In the past four years, he has gone from the first level of Peiyuan to the fifth level. On the Dantian Guixu, the five layers of green soil are pure and thick, and his spiritual thoughts are more and more at ease. However, after reaching the fifth level, no matter how diligent he practices, he cannot improve his skills to impact the sixth level. This makes him extremely puzzled. In the past four years, he has basically taken out all the thousand-year-old ancient forests in the canyon fairyland with his "wood elixir technique".

Thousands of dark green pills with green glow and slightly larger than chess pieces are thousand-year-old pills, and dozens of dark green pills with purple glow are two thousand-year-old pills. Most of the wood spirits of the wooden pills have been absorbed by him, but they only made his dantian wood spirit more pure, but they did not benefit the improvement of the realm. This made him a little depressed. Could it be that his path to cultivation can only stay at the fifth level of Peiran, and he could never cross this threshold again?

However, what he was a little relieved was that the fifth level of Peiran was approaching the middle stage of Peiran. For the immortal cultivator, his life span should be 150 years old. However, he still did not dare to underestimate the destiny. He was still confused about whether he could live beyond twenty years. Even at this time, he was already strong enough.

Ning Wujiu was frustrated that he had been unable to reach the sixth level. He did not know how difficult the road to cultivation is, and every step is like climbing to the sky! He went from the first level of Peirong to the fifth level in just four years, but he did not know that with his qualifications to cultivate immortality and spiritual roots, if he was in the world, it would probably be ten, twenty, or even fifty years, it would be difficult for him to reach the fifth level of Peirong! Those step by step

It often takes decades or even a lifetime for those who have cultivators from the realm of mortals to the first level of Peiyuan! From the first level of Peiyuan to the second level of the third level, it depends on opportunities and fortune, and it also depends on people's qualifications and spiritual roots. Most immortals who can enter the third level of Peiyuan in their lifetime are already a great blessing, because at this point, they can live to the age of 120 to 150, and their lifespan is far greater than that of mortals.

Ning Wujiu cultivated this five-level cultivation level within four years, and it was truly a coincidence and had great opportunities. Except for the ginkgo tree that directly allowed him to upgrade from the mortal body to the first level of cultivation level, his other opportunities were simply extravagant compared to those of the cultivators in the world:

In the secular world, people will have distracting thoughts and will be troubled by miscellaneous things. How can we seek a place of practice as empty and quiet as this fairyland in the cliff valley? Moreover, in the secular world, how can we have a place of spiritual veins that is as abundant as this fairyland in the cliff valley and full of wood spirit? Ning Wujiu is very lucky to fall into this cliff valley, but he does not know that this fairyland in the cliff valley is the place of cultivation that the world cultivators dream of. Getting this place of abundant wood spirit and accelerating his own cultivation process is of great benefit to the improvement of his immortal cultivation realm! What's more, he has the tree fairy ginkgo that lays the foundation for him to cultivate the soil, and his starting point is higher than that of the immortal cultivators in the world.

The key is that in the secular world, the disciples of the Wooden Sect and those who practice immortals in the Woodland Path have already cut down most of the trees that have been for a hundred years and taken out all the elixirs. If monks want to find an ancient tree that has been for an eight hundred years, it is difficult to find a needle in a haystack. In this fairyland of Cliff Valley, there are thousands of ancient trees in that ancient forest, which are more than one thousand years! Even more than two thousand years and more than three thousand years! Ning Wujiu has these thousands of ancient trees that have been for a thousand years.

Ancient trees, the thousand-year-old wooden pills are almost inexhaustible, and they are extremely luxurious. They can be "rich enough to compete with a city" in the world! With so many wooden pills that are more than a thousand years old, they can provide wood spirit reserves at any time, so naturally, it will allow him to achieve the fifth level of Peiyuan every day. To sum up, it is normal for him to enter the fifth level of Peiyuan in these four years. If a cultivator with high qualifications and good spiritual roots has such an opportunity, he will probably have reached the eighth level in four years!

But all this is all the beginning and end, and he never knew that a young man who had not been influenced by the world of immortal cultivation naturally did not understand the various fates of immortals. He once thought that this path to immortal cultivation was like a carpenter disciple from a wooden family. He entered the master's sect since he was a child. After a few years, he could rise from the hall to the gang, then from the gang to the show, then from the show to the show, and then enter the show to the show, and then become a master and become a great carpenter at that time!

In the past four years, in addition to Peirong's third-level "wood beast technique", he had not fully mastered the spirit control technique, wood alchemy, eye-blindness, water-avoiding technique, and wood escape technique, all gradually learned the spirit control technique in the first two years. As his wood spirit cultivation becomes more abundant, these spells have become more diligent. It took him nearly a year to gradually master the Wood Xia technique, Wood Spirit Cover and Wood Way Void Technique. Wood Electric Technique and Green Wood Fire, two spells that can be learned in the fifth level of Peirong.

As for the "wood beast technique", it is always difficult to use the "wood beast technique". In Ning Wujiu's opinion, because there are no tools such as axe sawing and ink buckets, the shoddy wooden beasts he made with stones are difficult to condense spiritual power. Therefore, he created many wooden beasts, wooden cranes, wooden tigers, and wooden oxes, which can either fly or run. According to the "Qingmu Jing", the fifth level cultivator of Peirong can already drive these wooden beasts to attack and defend, but he has never succeeded. However, he did not force it. After all, cultivating immortals is about opportunities. He cannot control the "wood beast technique" at will now, so it must be that his chance and spiritual thoughts are not enough.

In the past four years, the ordinary trees in the canyon fairyland bloomed and bear fruit every year, and the white spiritual fruit on Qingzhu Peak was eaten by himself, and after eating eighty of them, they did not contain any buds and spit out. Year after year, there were only one branch and leaves left, standing on the top of the mountain. Ning Wujiu went up the mountain to remember for a while, hoping that one day he would see the trees full of ginkgo, but this was unavailable.

That night, Ning Wujiu meditated all night and breathed, constantly churning the sixth level of Peirong's "Qingmu Heart Method" in his mind, and mobilized the wood spirit with spiritual thoughts in order to integrate the mantra into the dantian as soon as possible, striving to make some achievements in breaking through the fifth level and impacting the sixth level. In the second half of the night, he felt powerless. The spiritual thoughts in his body were like a light boat, suddenly entering the vast ocean with a undulating tide, and he could not drive over the storm... He sighed softly, and then integrated the various green wood spells he had practiced, especially the wood beast spells. The mysterious and profound part of this scroll of green wood spells is that after forming spiritual thoughts, he could integrate the spells into the wood spirit by himself. When casting spells at that time, as long as the spiritual thoughts are stimulated, he could cast the spells as he wants without chanting the spells.

The reason why he didn't sleep that night was because he was afraid that once he fell asleep, he would never wake up again.

Because today is exactly the fourth year.

He has officially passed twenty years old!

When the first golden light of the morning sun shone into the wooden house, Ning Wujiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, opened his eyes and slowly condensed his breath. Then, with aroused spiritual thoughts, the wooden spirit of the Dantian instantly surrounded his body, and saw others scattered, leaving waves of illusions in time and space. Only in the flash, his figure was several feet away!

"Thank you, God, I will never die! Ning Wujiu is twenty years and one day today!" He stood on the huge rock and faced the vast empty mountains, roaring wildly.

"Since God wants to allow me to live, Ning Wujiu will definitely live well, live forever, and live forever!

"Only those who once lived in front of the line of life and wandered in front of the gate of hell can understand the preciousness of life and the meaning of life! From today on, I will live for myself and for the same life as the world!
Chapter completed!