The Legend of Shushan

Chapter 7

"This time, I called you here mainly for the sake of cultivation. Your qualifications are absolutely top notch. It can be said that it is a miracle that you can reach the second level in half a year. Among the disciples of this generation, there are only a few." Bai Yifeng's words were cut off. At the same time, he directly pointed out the two brothers, which reminded them that they were not the best. They also had competitors, and there were more than one or two of them.

"Master, we will try our best." Xiaodong stood up first and said firmly.

"Haha, I'm very confident and happy. What I want to say is not to compare. The cultivation of White Tiger Peak has always been bloody and hard, and the foundation is deep. You don't have the heart to compare with it. I want to tell you that there is a special technique in the cultivation world, and anyone who cultivates it is awesome. The Taoist Scriptures of our cultivation is produced according to morality. It is said that the ancient scriptures left behind between heaven and earth, and our powerful predecessors regard it as a joke, which can be combined with the incomplete volume to comprehend it. The cultivation of the ancient scriptures is the main point, and the meaning of it is that it can reach the immortal world through good luck. We Shushan has a one-step scroll. Legend has it that there was a incomplete scroll in the Ghostly Palace of the devil way, which caused the devil to be arrogant. The cultivation according to this book is to see the mental state of the cultivators. The good people use it to reach the ultimate level, and the evil people use it as the source of all evil. The only difference is that this book has never been completed, so no one can verify it to let talented people ascend to the immortal world." Bai Yifeng said, his eyes full of hope.

"Master, you said these are..." Xiaodong directly pointed out the doubts.

"Alright, let's not beat around the bush. This is the remnant of our Mount Shu. Please feel free to ask me if you have questions." Bai Yifeng was not surprised by Little Dong's question. It would be much odder if they did.

When Little Dong and Little Jie were finished, they were shocked. There was no mistake in every word of the book and the scriptures given by their grandfather, but it was not complete. The two of them looked at each other, nodded, and then looked at Bai Yifeng.

"Master, this is..."

Seeing the shock of the two children, Bai Yifeng was very satisfied. If he was not surprised, there would be a big problem. He nodded slightly and then started his long speech.

"Shushan has high expectations for talented disciples, and I have high expectations of you. You know, there are countless cultivators in the world, and they don't ask for help from all of them. I only hope that people who come in the event of a catastrophe won't get involved in their own well-being. Also, you have to remember the reason for practicing. With your talents, I believe you must try your best to understand. Also, you must remember that when you reach the third stage, you must be careful when you choose to refine the magic tools. Our strength needs the help of the metal-based magic tools to enhance the power. I don't want to force you to cultivate any magic tool, so give some advice. You have to choose the heaven-and-earth treasures to refine the magic tools. It can help the intelligence of the magic tools. It is said that a powerful magic instrument is the same as the owner's will. It is called Psychic. The magic tool is a part of your body. The love for it is to take care of lives. In the future, it will inevitably encounter some evil spirits. OurShushan worship the Taoism. Of course, we can't be ignorant. There are demons in the world for cultivation, and demons are as evil as humans. It's said that demons will win the hearts of the people. In fact, it's also important for you to cultivate your heart. You need the will of iron. In the future, you will have the chance to go down the mountain to experience." Baiyifeng's preaching was always very detailed, and he did not miss the experience of every part of his preaching. It seemed that cultivation was not only about cultivation, but also about life.

Luckily, Xiaodong Jie's aptitude could understand his master's feelings. He just didn't know why he was so focused on their cultivation. Was it for Mount Shu or his own White Tiger Peak? Or perhaps he was worried that it would be dangerous for him to enter the human realm in the future.

"Master, do we still need to withstand that stone in the future cultivation?"

"Yes, but it's best to have the best cooperation between speed and balance. The sects will have a trial, but you'd better prepare for the contest held once every ten years in Shushan. It's the best way to master each other's skills. Under some pressure, you'll grow stronger. Remember."

"Yes, Master."

"Alright, you two can go back. It's getting late. Remember to work hard in your cultivation."

"Yes!"

When Little Dong and Jie returned to their courtyard, they were all preoccupied with their own worries. They didn't understand that their grandfather was actually giving them fragments of ancient books, which were more detailed than that of Shushan. They still had doubts in their hearts, but they didn't dare to come up with a plan. It was a test for them to take on such a task.

"Xiaojie, let's consolidate our cultivation. I believe that we have gained a lot today." Xiaodong patted Xiaojie on the shoulder and sat cross-legged.

Then he cleared his mind and silently operated the remnant scroll to cultivate. From the beginning of the great dao, everything was initially formed. There were laws in the great dao, everywhere. The great dao was invisible, and it understood fate.

###Chapter9,Quiet Training

When the moon moved westward, the night of the night became dark. The desolate White Tiger Peak became undoubtedly quiet. The night could cover everything it could hide, but it couldn't hide its nature, silence, loneliness. There was nothing that it couldn't hide from her. The little Jie was also something the night couldn't hide, his coldness and loneliness unique to this night. It was one with the night, yet it was something that the night couldn't hide.

At this time, Jie sat on the top of the mountain with his hands crossed under his lips. The eyes of the spirit were also shining, full of mystery and story. The story of memory was very simple. The loving grandfather, the caring elder brother, the friendly neighbors, and these fellow male apprentices who had struggled together. This was enough in her small life. Jie thought very simply. He did not seek the Great Tao for eternal life, wealth, wealth, or supreme power. It was the best for everyone to be together. In order to achieve this goal, cultivation was the best choice.

Early in the morning, before dawn, was the darkest moment in the world. The silvery white full moon disappeared, and the red sun had not yet appeared. The darkness during this period of time was the real darkness.

"Brother, let's continue to practice with them." Xiao Jie stood in the yard waiting for Xiaodong, who just got up.

"Well, okay. Jie, remember to rest in the future. Although the night is beautiful, we are still a mortal. We also need to rest." Seeing Jie waiting in the courtyard early in the morning, Xiaodong knew that this younger brother went out alone and didn't sleep at night. Although the body of a cultivator could bear these things, he cared about them at any time and any time.

"Wow, you brothers are all much more powerful than us, and yet you've risen so early to train with us. Do you really want to become an Immortal?" As soon as the royal ancestor opened the door, he saw the two brothers standing at the door. Thinking back to their cultivation bases, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Hehe, my royal ancestor's junior brother. Don't be envious. It doesn't matter. They can't fly. Today, I'll take you to the top of the mountain." Just as the royal ancestor was stretching his waist, a white robe descended from the sky and grabbed the king's ancestor. The king's miserable cries and Little Eastern Jie's yearning reverberated.

"Morning!"

"Morning."

"Good morning."

"Oh, it's still early!"

Everyone greeted him as they opened the door.

"Ai, I heard that kid's loud voice in the early morning. Why didn't I see him?" Fang Ming looked around and opened his mouth.

"It's from the sky." Xiaodong pointed to the sky and answered in a low voice.

"Oh." The crowd opened their mouths in unison and shook their heads at the same time.

On the top of the mountain, the white-robed cultivators were throwing stones into the sky, but not a single one fell down. They kept going back and forth in this cycle. Wangzu saw that he could only shake his head and pick up a piece of granite and walked to the path between the mountains. When people arrived at the top of the mountain, they saw that the king was exhausted, so they all rushed to the stone.

The sun rose and set. After a month, many people began to show signs of breaking through. As such, they all began to enter seclusion cultivation. This seclusion was also a commonly used method to break through one's cultivation realm. Right now, only Little Eastern and Little Jie were left. Even the little witch in white began to enter seclusion cultivation. The boring and monotonous lifestyle was full of their youth and age.

What they didn't expect was that the time for everyone to retreat this time was very long. The shortest was three to five months, and the older one was a year. The older one was their eldest brother. It had taken him four whole years from the last seclusion to exit seclusion, making their originally ordinary life more boring.

"Brother, everyone is cultivating in seclusion to break through the realm. It's estimated that we're the only younger generation. What should we do?" Xiaojie helplessly asked Little Dong.

"We can only cultivate in silence. Time is our worst now, and it's really the best now." Xiaodong was more helpless than Xiaojie at this time. The skin on his face was as flat as it was pulled straight.

"Cultivation, cultivation. I will also cultivate." Little Dong kept humming a child's song.

Jie listened to this song and looked around at Little Dong's movements. He then shuddered. He never thought that his brother was already at the second stage of cultivation, yet he still had such a childish side to him. The two of them finally couldn't take it for half a month.

In the quiet cultivation and waiting, someone finally came out. No one thought that the first to come out would be actually Ling Hong, a man who silently determined. After coming out, he really entered the Qi Refining Stage, and then could not wait to go to the square to demonstrate. At this time, the thin figure under the hot sun was alone sweating in the square. He was enthusiastic and heroic. Each move was precise and tough. It could be seen that he used all his effort and concentration. He did it, relying on his own efforts. Ling Hong was still very happy, and his mouth was not closed. He waved his fists and kicked his legs, and he was covered in sweat. Suddenly, he lost his strength and fainted. Little Dong Jie suddenly ran over to support him.