Shang Zhengliang's words were like a loud bell and loud sound, echoing in Feng Yi's mind.

Feng Yi suddenly turned around and looked at himself, and realized that he was not aware of the constraints of his vision. Yes, they are all practicing Taoism, so why should we distinguish so clearly? The so-called "cultivation of the Yuan", "Sword Control" and "Tongxuan" turned out to be just for easier understanding, and when did it become a constraint?

A feeling of sudden enlightenment surged into my heart.

It turns out that there is no need to make any choice when practicing Taoism. The right way is to "need everything"!

Of course, the master's words would not have caused him to become greedy and seek perfection from now on. Feng Yi understood in his heart that this was just to break the rut of thinking.

When I bid farewell to my master, Feng Yi was still thinking deeply.

Seeing that the sky was still early, there was no need to rush to practice. He had a lot of insights in his heart, so he went to Qingyuan Peak to visit Master Xu Yuming. Today, Master Xu was much silent, but listened to Feng Yi talking to himself. After drinking a cup of tea, he threw him a scripture and drove him out.

Feng Yi left the Sutra Pavilion and read the scriptures, which read "The Lord of Health" on it.

To this day, Feng Yi is not a white Ding who practices Taoism. He only looked at the name of the scriptures and suddenly realized it. He thought to himself: "First it was "Five Qi Chao Yuan" and "Health Master". Could it be that the master always likes me to make achievements in "Cultivating Yuan"?"

Since I arrived at Qingyuan Peak, I also visited Mr. Yan.

When he approached the weapon refining pavilion, he looked at it from afar and saw that the sword-making workshop was safe and sound. He was sure that he would not be taken to help as a free laborer, so he continued to approach.

The sword casting workshop seems to have recently come a batch of materials. When Feng Yilai, the people in the sword shop were very busy. The furnaces were everywhere, and there were many raw stones of materials and metal blocks of first forged casting, and various strange materials were placed around them.

"Feng Yi!"

Hou Che was wearing a shirtless short shirt, covered in dust and sweating all over, looking like an ordinary blacksmith and robot, without any fairy spirit. As soon as he saw Feng Yi, his eyes lit up, and he was holding a hammer in his right hand and strided, grabbed his arm and said, "You are here just right! Uncle Master just got a batch of alien black iron, and was worried that there was not enough people, so come and help!"

Feng Yi was a little surprised and said, "Senior Brother! Everyone in the sect is working hard to practice. In order to win the quota for the grand examination, are you not in a hurry?"

Hou Che wiped the sweat from his face: "For me, this is practice! Come on, I will teach you how to deal with this kind of black iron--"

In this situation, how could Feng Yi leave?

Fortunately, he was not repulsive of this, and he was interested in learning, so he nodded immediately. As he changed his body and was suitable for moving clothes in the Sword House furnace, he followed Hou Che to deal with the batch of alien black iron.

Two hours later.

Even though Feng Yi was carrying his cultivation, he was so tired that he was breathless. He put the hammer on his hand and wiped the sweat off his face regardless of the dust on his hands. Next to the furnace forging table where he was, a stack of metal blocks were neatly placed, which was the result of his efforts for two consecutive hours.

Yan Zhenghui was wearing a short shirt, reckless and bold manner. When he heard the movement, he looked at the pile of metal blocks and felt very satisfied. He had high cultivation, strong true nature, firm nature, and hard-working ability! Yan Zhenghui was amazed, what a good labor! Well, I have to think of a way to win over it!

I immediately grinned, and seemed to be extremely happy, but Feng Yi was confused.

"Good job!" Yan Zhenghui stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder calmly and vigorously, without any concealing his appreciation. Feng Yi rubbed his shoulders, and felt something was wrong. He hurriedly said with a wry smile: "Uncle Master, you have been too rewarded! If nothing happens, the disciple will take the lead!"

"Oh, don't worry."

Yan Zheng smiled and was very kind.

But his appearance was called Feng Yi a little vigilant. Yan Zhenghui smiled and said, "You juniors never know the true meaning of 'Tao'! I think that practicing Taoism can only focus on practicing. Is it a waste of my cultivation like a master? Hehe, look—!"

Yan Zhenghui pinched the "Shangqing Finger" casually and then turned it into "Sword Finger".

Suddenly, a true energy rhythm moved, and a flame ignited on his fingers. The flame was unusual, white and dazzling, like the scorching sun in the sky, but it had more sharp sword intent than the scorching sun!

"Wow~"

Not to mention Feng Yi was stunned for a moment, even the other disciples of Jianfang were surprised to speak out when they felt the sharp and scorching power. Feng Yi had the highest cultivation level here except Yan Zhenghui. After a little identification, he immediately recognized the origin of the white flame and said in surprise: "Uncle Master, is this - 'True Flame'?"

Yan Zhenghui praised him and said, "Good eyesight! How about it, uncle's skills are not bad, right?"

Feng Yi was jealous and said, "It's not just 'not bad', it's simply amazing!" Yan Zheng said with a meeting, and was quite proud, nodding in agreement, and said, "Don't look at the first senior brother's cultivation level, but if the Shaoyang flame power is just a matter of me!"

He raised his head, then looked at Feng Yi, and said in a seductive manner: "How is it, do you want to learn?"

How could Feng Yi not want to learn?

Red "Xuanyan", Qingming "Extreme Flame", Incandescent "True Flame"!

According to the standards set by Master Shang Zhengliang, as long as you can reach the "extreme flame" level, you will have enough qualifications to learn the Qingyun Town School's unique skill "Divine Sword and Thunder Control True Art"! From this we can see how difficult it is to achieve "true flame" in the magical powers.

Yan Zhenghui, who usually looks sloppy, would anyone think that he has the unique skills of "real flame"?

If you can get guidance from uncle, it is obviously no problem to improve your cultivation.

Feng Yi was very clear and understood the purpose of Master Yan showing this "true flame" at this moment. He obviously liked his laborious labor. However, he almost thought for a moment and made a decision: "If Master Emperor can guide his disciples, he can do it by his mission!"

Yan Zhenghui smiled with his eyebrows and laughed, and said, "Okay! Uncle Master will admire you as a neat junior! - Come early tomorrow, Uncle Master has several thousand kilograms of copper mother waiting to be dealt with."

——

One day two months later.

Feng Yi took a break from his busy schedule, went to the huge rock that was the highest in Zhuxia, leaned on the ancient pine, and watched the clouds rolling and unwind as if they were empty-minded.

Beside him, a cute black and white creature was close to him.

Her expression was exactly the same as Feng Yi. She leaned against Feng Yi's legs, her limbs were facing upwards, and she fell asleep. But from time to time, she would inexplicably move her claws, as if she was dreaming, which was extremely cute.

Half a month ago, Feng Yi went to Dazhu Peak again, got back a very precious "Ningyuan Pill", and also received a gift from Uncle Su Ru. With the support of Shang Zhengliang, he took the pill the next day and took more than ten days to completely digest the medicinal power.

If you accidentally make a breakthrough in your cultivation level.

It was precisely because of the short breaking day that he could not control it easily. After smashing several anvils one after another, Yan Zhenghui had to give him a vacation. Therefore, he had such leisure to sit at the top of the cliff.

Whoosh ~!

A sound of sword breaking through the air, from far to near.

After a moment, it fell on the top of the cliff, causing a gust of wind and waves.

Feng Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. There were many people who knew that he liked to be on the top of the cliff, but not many people would come with such unscrupulous and rude as if they were so unscrupulous and rude. He didn't have to go and see who was coming immediately.

"Feng Yi!"

"You are indeed here!"

Xu Ming led his hand, returned to the sword and entered the sheath, and walked towards the ancient pines with great strides.

Feng Yi looked over and said unexpectedly: "Senior brother doesn't go to practice, why do you have time to come to me?" Xu Ming was stunned and sighed and shook his head: "You are still addicted to practice as always and are indifferent to the things around you!"

Feng Yiqi said: "Is there anything important recently?"

Xu Ming said helplessly: "What's going on tomorrow? Don't you know?"

Feng Yi said: "Tomorrow? Are you talking about a competition in the inner sect to win a place in the martial arts quota? I know." Xu Ming glared at him and said: "I know why don't you listen to the competition rules today and get the competition license plate?"

Feng Yi was stunned and said, "Senior Brother, are you saying - I want to participate too?"

After hearing this, Xu Ming sighed: "Although your strength is above me, you can't be as direct as the senior brother and the others? - But don't worry, I have already obtained the license plate for you, and I will just go to the competition tomorrow!"

Feng Yi's expression was a little strange. Doesn't the master know his current strength? Where is there any need to play?

However, he thought about it carefully and gradually understood the master's thoughts.

Feng Yi is now very famous among the disciples of Chaoyang Peak. But from the disciples who are not familiar with the inside story, he is similar to Xu Ming and Jiang Feng. Because Feng Yi rarely shows his magical powers in front of everyone, even the Qingyuan Peak Sword Forging Square he often goes to. The disciples of the Sword Floor who are quite familiar with him only know that Feng Yi has profound cultivation and is very extraordinary.

However, everyone has no clear understanding of the profoundness and extraordinaryness.

"Does Master want me to show up in front of others?"

"Well, that's right. If the senior brothers and sisters of this sect don't know their own strength and cultivation, how can they win the respect of everyone?"

Feng Yi felt aroused in his heart and said to himself: "Master, have you already made up your mind to push me out?"

"I'll let my senior brother tell me." Feng Yi smiled and suddenly thought of something, just as a reward. "If you have nothing to do, you might as well go to my place to sit. Well, call Senior Brother Jiang and tell me."

Xu Ming was curious and asked again, but Feng Yi smiled but said nothing.

"Go, the mysterious, who cares?" As if he was revenge, he suddenly squatted down, pulled the black and white cute creature hard, and went with satisfaction.

"Yeah~?"

Miss Tao Yi was woken up, and she grunted, blinked her round eyes and looked at Feng Yi.

Seeing that Feng Yi ignored her, he turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

After dinner.

Jiang Feng and Xu Ming came together.

Feng Yi said to the two: "Thank you for the care of the two senior brothers for many years, I have many of them in my heart,"

"Come on!" Xu Ming put his butt on the couch, with his legs raised like an extremely vivid image, "There is no one else, I'm talking to you!"

Jiang Feng looked at Feng Yi unkindly: "If you have something to do, hurry up and talk about it! If you have nothing to do, hum!"
Chapter completed!