Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

The two Yujian flew on the vast sea, searching for traces of seabirds everywhere.

Ling Yunpo casually used his spiritual sense to probe into the distance, but he was secretly paying attention to the movement of the ocean current.

According to Qing Pingjian, the island's body is actually an iceberg that never melts. It is covered with dust brought by the sea breeze. Thick soil is formed year after year. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary island. , but the bottom is not connected to the seabed, it is like rootless duckweed.

As we all know, cultivators often encounter problems of inner demons during their long journey.

Kunlun's solution is: from the entry-level Kunlun Tianzhu Climbing Test, those who are not strong in the Dao and whose mind is unstable will be screened out.

Shushan's solution is: after the cultivator has formed the elixir, he goes to ask the heart hole to ask the heart, so as to form his own Taoist obsession, so as to avoid the flaws in the Taoist heart as much as possible.

Penglai's solution is: let it go, so many sects in the world don't care about this, what am I doing with so much?

In fact, most of the sects really do not have the ability to manage, and can only be forced to coexist with inner demons.

But for those cultivators who were unfortunate enough to go crazy and survived, they couldn't be blind like the sects - if they were rotten, they would die, who would dare to do so?

The island of icebergs mentioned by Qingpingjian is a very rare and peculiar thing that can resist the erosion of inner demons.

It is said that as long as you go deep into the island, reach the ice layer, dig a hole in it, and then get in, you can temporarily freeze your body and sluggish your consciousness... Of course, the demon will also be sluggish.

Due to the confrontation at the level of consciousness, the combat power of demons is far greater than that of humans, so this is equivalent to pulling both sides to the same inferior starting line, so that they can barely fight back and forth.

Although this still can't completely solve the inner demon, it just "extended the time of death" in disguise, but monks who are on the verge of despair often have little choice.

As for why this island is so little known today, that is another question.

"Master recorded in the scriptures that he was chased and killed by a high-level enemy at that time, and he had to lead him to the vast South China Sea, waiting for an opportunity to find an opportunity to fight back." An Zhisu explained.

"Oh oh oh." Ling Yunpo nodded to show his understanding, which meant that Master couldn't beat the opponent at all, so he could only flee for his life in a hurry.

"As a result, I came across that island, where I met a senior immortal, a great swordsman." An Zhisu continued to recall, "The immortal set a little test for him, he passed it easily, and he got The immortal's hospitality; and the enemy did not pass, and was killed by the immortal backhand."

"So it is." Ling Yunpo thought to himself that since it was "easy to pass", it must be a very difficult test.

Otherwise, with Su Jian's temperament, if it was such an easy test, he wouldn't even mention it in his writing.

"Finally, the master got some guidance from the immortal, and felt that there was a great breakthrough in the cultivation of kendo in an instant, and the original bottleneck was also cleared, so I was promoted to the root-seeking stage of the Golden Core Realm." An Zhisu concluded at the end.

"Really?" Ling Yunpo asked in surprise.

He couldn't be more clear about Su Jian's character, which was clearly reflected in the records of the Seven Kills Swordsmanship:

Why does the Seven Kills Swordsmanship use attack instead of defense, and speed first? Because Su Jian clearly stated that as long as he kills the enemy first, there is no need to defend and dodge... With such an arrogant and stinky character, he can actually admit that it is "a great breakthrough", what exactly did the opposite immortal give him thing? Supreme Gold Medal Member Upgrade Card?

"Anyway, it would be great if we could find that island." An Zhisu was still dreaming, and said with a longing, "If you tell the immortal that we are the disciples of Su Jian, who he received back then, will we be able to? Got pointers?"

"Hehehe." Ling Yunpo could only laugh dryly.

Senior Sister An, don't just stare at Master's treatment back then, because his enemy failed the test and was directly killed by the immortal!

Thinking about it carefully, this immortal and Su Jian's enemy have no grudges at all, right? This shows that this immortal is the kind of guy who acts recklessly and kills at will!

Thinking of this, Ling Yunpo somewhat backed away.

According to Qing Pingjian, since there is an iceberg under the island, it means that it will only follow the current and move around with the flow of the sea.

In other words, just follow the direction of the current and look for it.

But considering that the immortal is not a good match, maybe I should do the opposite and deliberately let the senior sister not find the island. How to escape?

"Hey, Junior Brother." An Zhisu said suddenly, "Look, there is another island in front of you."

Ling Yunpo casually swept away his consciousness, and found that it was not connected to the seabed. He was shocked and said calmly:

"This island is so desolate and small, how can there be a swordsman who lives here? Senior sister, don't think about it, this kind of small island can be skipped, let's find those bigger islands."

As soon as the words fell, Ling Yunpo was about to turn around to leave, only to hear a cold hum in his ears:

"Little doll doesn't know much, and his tone is not small. You don't even know what kind of island this is, so you rashly make nonsense. What's the reason?"

Immediately after, the two stepped on the flying swords and they landed staggeringly as if they were out of control. They landed in the middle of a valley somewhere on the island with Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu.

I saw a black-robed Taoist sitting cross-legged on the ground in the middle of the valley, surrounded by various flying swords, and there were cracks caused by gravel and sword energy everywhere.

The Taoist looked extremely old, his face was densely wrinkled, and his mouth did not move, but a voice penetrated into the ears of the two of them, and his tone was astonishing:

"Hey? Two little babies, one is a natural sword bone and the other is a natural sword heart? Come, come, let the old man take a look."

An Zhisu took a half step forward, saluted and said:

"Shushan An Zhisu, pays a visit to the immortal. I don't know what the name of the senior is..."

"Just call me 'Old Man Lonely'." The black-clothed Taoist said indifferently.

lonely? What a miserable name, Ling Yunpo thought to himself.

In the eyes of people in this world, widowhood, widowhood, loneliness, loneliness, and disability are collectively referred to as the five evils, namely, no wife, no husband, fatherless, childless, and disabled, which are five relatively unfortunate lives. On top of it, there is "absolute", that is, death, which means death, which is the most unfortunate.

Since this immortal-level old man calls himself "Lonely", it means that his sect has been destroyed, all the elders have died, and he can't leave this island. It can almost be said that he is destined to die here...

"The elders are in front of you, you dare to think nonsense!" The voice in the ear suddenly became sharp, "The doll who was born with a sword bone, why don't you come and salute the old way?"

"Sorry." Ling Yunpo hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully, "This junior sees the sword energy around him, and the immortal is sitting alone, he must be a master of swordsmanship. He admired him for a while, and he couldn't help himself. It's rude."

"A lot of bullshit!" The old man said impatiently, "Which idiot in Shushan taught you? Full of flattering bullshit! If it wasn't for the sake of the natural sword, the old man would have killed you with one sword! "

Ling Yunpo's face twitched, thinking that this immortal is really moody, and he hates clichés the most, but he is someone I am not good at dealing with.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

There is no superfluous expression on everyone's face~www.readwn.com~ seems to be very indifferent to everything.

to this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and eventually he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the **** Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with a faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but it quickly relaxed.

There is almost no way to clean the **** smell of everyone in Zhen Mosi.