Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

Li Erniu thought he didn't hear clearly, so he repeated: "Let's escape together."

Mu Chuihan was silent for a moment, a little unbearable to break Li Erniu's hope. But he made a comparison, and now he was told that it was impossible to escape, or escaped for two steps and then got caught, which would be more of a blow, and finally told the truth: "Brother Li, there are too many monks here, and there are layers of restrictions on escaping. not going."

However, it was probably because Mu Chuihan had shown too much understanding of the world of immortality just now, and Li Erniu was blindly confident in him: "But little brother, you know so much, is there really nothing you can do?"

Mu Chuihan shook his head: "The power disparity is too great."

The spiritual power that he can use within the range of his body can't even shake the restrictions at the door of the room.

Li Erniu sat back on the chair and said bitterly, "It's better not to let me run away, or this place will be finished!"

Mu Chuihan didn't act in front of Li Erniu. He pushed the dim sum towards Li Erniu and comforted him, "Brother Li, if you're here, you'll be at peace. It's better to eat more food to boost your strength."

Li Erniu picked up a piece of bean paste as if venting his anger, bit half of it at once, but he still couldn't let go after chewing, and wondered, "Are they really that strong?"

Mu Chuihan took a guess and said seriously: "Cultivator cultivation is divided into five realms: breaking the emptiness, attracting the spirit, keeping the wind, asking the heart, free and easy, and when the Dao and Dharma are accomplished, you can soar. , it's not much to look at the whole world of immortal cultivation, but it is definitely more than enough to guard the two of us."

Li Erniu asked curiously, "That little brother, have you practiced it yourself?"

He saw that although Mu Chuihan was young, the content revealed in his conversation was obviously not a newcomer like him.

Mu Chuihan shook his head. But before Li Erniu spoke, he suddenly thought of something and added: "But... I do know a little about the way of cultivation. Brother Li, if you are interested, you can try it."

Meeting is fate, since Li Erniu met him, and he is devoted to the Tao, Mu Chuihan naturally wants to help him.

"Really?" Li Erniu grabbed a piece of driftwood like a drowning man, and said in surprise, "That's a big thank you, little brother!"

Mu Chuihan had never accepted any disciples and had no experience in teaching others. So he chose to lower his eyes, and simply and rudely recited the spiritual art in the early stage of cultivation.

After he finished reciting the Baizi Lingjue, Mu Chuihan looked at Li Erniu: "Brother Li, do you remember?"

Li Erniu did not speak, but answered him with silence and blankness.

That Lingjue is too eloquent, let alone memorize it, he just didn't even understand it.

Mu Chuihan held his forehead, this method really didn't work. So he changed his mind and rummaged through the room to find a pen and paper.

"What are you looking for?" Li Erniu was very enthusiastic and planned to help Mu Chuihan find it together.

However, after hearing the answer, Li Erniu laughed and explained, "Little brother, don't waste your time, I can't read."

Mu Chuihan had no choice but to slow down and recite the spiritual formula several times, forcing Li Erniu to memorize it. He explained the past word by word, and spent most of the afternoon until Li Erniu understood everything.

At dusk, the people in the building finally remembered that two mortals who had not yet been fasted were locked here, and they brought dinner here. The dishes in the building were very light and delicate, but Li Erniu was obsessed with his spiritual tactics, swept away the food like a storm, and didn't care about the taste at all.

Mu Chuihan tasted it well and was very satisfied.

After the meal, Li Erniu began to practice, looking very excited. Mu Chuihan persuaded again: "However, Big Brother Li must not rashly advance in his cultivation. Only by building a solid foundation can we achieve long-term success."

He was afraid that Li Erniu was too eager to escape, and his impatience would naturally not be profitable.

The cultivator had some insight in the early stage of cultivation, and when he broke through the phantom thoughts and entered the phantom-shattering realm, he could be regarded as truly opening the road to immortality. And this process, which can be as short as a few months, as long as a few years or even a lifetime, is by no means something that can be completed in just a few days. Rao is Mu Chuihan's entry in that year, and it took a full month, which is already an extremely fast record in the history of cultivating immortals.

He explained the benefits to Li Erniu clearly, and Li Erniu assured him, "I remember it. But little brother, you teach me how to get started. Should I call you Master?"

Li Erniu did what he said and almost knelt down in front of Mu Chuihan.

When Mu Chuihan heard Master, he immediately saw the words of Gui Tu and Bai Jing that he had seen before, and suddenly realized that the word Master was worth thousands of pounds, and it was not that pleasant.

He almost choked on the cake he had just put in his mouth, so he quickly turned to help the person up, coughed and said, "It's just a little method, everyone knows about it, Brother Li, don't be polite. It's up to Brother Li himself."

Li Erniu said gratefully: "But no matter what, I will definitely remember your kindness, little brother!"

In the next few days, Li Erniu practiced with all his heart, and did not mention the matter of escaping. Mu Chuihan nibbled melon seeds every day, and occasionally pointed out a thing or two, and even felt that this place could have been seen except that it had no words, and it was almost no different from the days when he lived on Yinqing Mountain.

Except for the meals delivered from the building, every day is so clear and light. Although the cooking is exquisite, Mu Chuihan is helpless because he is naturally addicted to spicy food. Occasionally eating a light meal can be regarded as an adjustment, but eating like this every day is unbearable.

Most outsiders don't know that the clean and simple residence of Immortal Venerable Yuelin actually has a large kitchen. Every meal is filled with fireworks, and as soon as they enter, there is a choking smell of chili peppers.

After enduring this for two or three days, when he saw the plain porridge with no oil and water, Mu Chuihan finally solemnly raised an objection to the food delivery person: "I want something spicy."

The food delivery man glanced at him in surprise, as if he did not expect that a prisoner who could not protect himself still has a taste for food.

Mu Chuihan persistently raised his eyes to meet him, his eyes full of sincerity.

The food delivery man recalled the actions of the young man a few days ago, and said confusedly, "Aren't you still desperate before?"

Mu Chuihan said calmly, "I figured it out. Food and sex, since you are alive, you must live happily."

The food delivery man took a step forward, and a burst of spiritual power suddenly rushed out of Mu Chuihan's body. In the end, he withdrew his spiritual power and confirmed that the child was neither sick nor taken away, so he went out the door in confusion.

Mu Chuihan's hard work finally paid off. At noon the next day, he got a large plate of spicy and delicious boiled beef as he wished.

Mu Chuihan praised: "As expected of the cook in your building, his level is not ordinary." It was much better than his own cooking skills.

This time, the cultivator who delivered the meal was replaced by another, who was his old acquaintance, Guanshi Huang.

Seeing Mu Chuihan's face-changing appearance, Mr. Rao Shi Huang was well-informed and stunned: "I thought you should be like him now."

He pointed to Li Erniu, whose eyes were closed and looked sullen. Mu Chuihan knew that he was concentrating on comprehending the spiritual art, and he didn't have time to pay attention to meals, but in the eyes of outsiders, it did look like he was determined to go on a hunger strike.

Mu Chuihan was still saying what he said yesterday: "I said it, I figured it out. Anyway, if you want to be sold, it's better to make yourself fat and sell it for a good price."

Huang Guanshi thought that we are not selling pork, his face twitched, and he said reluctantly: "It's not bad if you can think about it."

He murmured again in a low voice: "If that's the case, you can go to the first game."

Mu Chuihan didn't know what those words meant, until not long after, a male cultivator came and dragged Mu Chuihan away.

Li Erniu was finally awakened from the practice and said angrily, "What are you going to do?"

The male cultivator said coldly, "Bring the lot to the stage."

Mu Chuihan's face was shocked, that boiled beef was a meal. With such good craftsmanship, he only had one meal!

However, Li Erniu had long regarded Mu Chuihan as his own brother. How could he accept this, he would immediately rob him from the cultivator.

The male cultivator looked at him coldly, and as soon as he raised his hand, Li Erniu, who rushed over, was blown away, and fell to the ground with a look of pain.

Mu Chuihan hurriedly reassured both sides: "My lord, I'll go with you, but can you give me some time?"

The male cultivator shook his head and refused, and Mu Chuihan said quietly: "If there is really any problem with the five yin fusion body, will the superiors take you as a question?"

The tone was gentle, but clearly threatening.

Mu Chuihan looked at the male cultivator with a smile, until the latter weighed it and finally gave in. He turned his back and went out.

Li Erniu gritted his teeth: "What should we do now?"

Mu Chuihan helped him up. Time is running out, he tore a small piece of fabric directly from his single shirt and put it on the table. He bit his finger again, as if to write on the piece of cloth.

Li Erniu had never seen such operations before, and was stunned: "Little brother, what are you doing? I, I, I, I can't read..."

Mu Chuihan painted on the cloth with fresh blood, and said, "This is a magic circle, a body-fixing spell. But I don't have enough spiritual power right now, and this magic circle is not very effective, so I can only use it in chaos. , maybe earn a little escape."

The magic circle is not like the direct use of spells, and the requirements for spiritual power are relatively low. But Mu Chuihan was originally a sword cultivator, not a talisman cultivator, and he didn't dare to use too much spiritual power. At most, this talisman could only work on cultivators in the spirit-inducing realm, and he had to take advantage of it.

But this was the only way he could think of to help Li Erniu.

Mu Chuihan hurriedly folded the piece of clothing and stuffed it into Li Erniu's hands. The male cultivator outside had already made a voice to urge, and Mu Chuihan finally urged: "Hide it well, you can try it at a critical moment."

Before hearing Li Erniu's answer, the male cultivator pushed the door open. Mu Chuihan stopped Li Erniu's questioning with his eyes and was taken out of the room.

As expected, the male cultivator took him to bathe and change clothes first. Mu Chuihan put on a snow-white tunic, and two female cultivators silently appeared in the room.

Mu Chuihan's consciousness was far less sharp than before, and he was startled when he saw them appear. The two female nuns were holding a set of coats in their hands. On the left was a misty white robe with tulle, and on the right was a gorgeous and complicated red robe.

Mu Chuihan felt that no matter which set it was, it was much richer than that single coat. But before he could express his opinion, he heard the female cultivator on the left sneer at the other: "Oh, gaudy."

The female cultivator on the right was not to be outdone: "Hmph, indifferent."

"You look like the bride in the village with heavy makeup, you are tacky."

"Then don't you look like a newly widowed widow in white? You're trying to offend people."

The two female nuns insisted that their vision was the best, and they kept arguing. However, they were evenly matched, and in the end they couldn't tell the winner, and finally remembered that there was a party here.

So Mu Chuihan was surrounded again in the center.

"Which one do you like?"

Facing the female cultivator's unanimous question, Mu Chuihan froze, and finally obeyed his heart very honestly.

"Which one is richer, I like which one."