Bai Zixu suddenly woke up. In the moment of awakening, he sensed that someone came over outside. It was an old Taoist priest and a Taoist nun. He had seen him several times, maybe Master Qingxuan who was practicing in Zifu Peak.

He was not panicked, and bent down to pick up the white paper that fell on the ground, and when the old Taoist priest walked in, he put the white paper back on the table.

Then he turned around and left, and the old Taoist priest and Taoist nun came over.

He greeted him respectfully.

This time the old Taoist priest looked at him deeply.

Bai Zixu looked back openly, without any guilt at all. He didn't know how to peek at it on purpose.

Then the old Taoist priest nodded.

Bai Zixu left Taiwei Pavilion.

Walking out, he suddenly realized that his back was wet

He shook his head. The old Taoist priest put a lot of pressure on him. He had done his best, but his physical instinct was honestly showing his true reaction.

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Zhao Xiyi said: "The white paper on the table has moved."

Ji Liao said: "Yes."

Zhao Xiyi said: "These times we met, the boy gave me a little strange feeling, it was not very comfortable."

Ji Liao smiled and said, "He has a little evil spirit."

Zhao Xiyi said: "Is that right? Forget it, you won't be cheated by a young boy anyway."

Ji Liao said: "I don't care much about him, but this kid has caused some trouble for himself."

He lifted the white paper and under the table was no longer dense and mysterious small words, but a ball of black and thick ink, giving people a feeling of not being filthy, but distorted and terrifying.

Zhao Xiyi said: "The inner demons that your Taoist heart scattered have been transformed into substance, which reminds me of a legend of Taoism."

Ji Liao said: "Yuanshi Demon?"

Zhao Xiyi nodded and said, "Demonic thoughts and Taoist thoughts are one side and are inseparable. I am afraid that if you continue like this, monsters like the Yuanshi Demon will be born."

Ji Liao said: "The higher the Tao practice, the greater the demonic obstacles, not to mention that my Dharma is different from ordinary Dharmas. Don't worry, I will not be in trouble. But that kid is contaminated by my demonic thoughts, haha."

Zhao Xiyi said: "Aren't you afraid of causing trouble?"

Ji Liao said: "There is normal in heaven. Even if he does not cause trouble, there will be other trouble."

Zhao Xiyi said: "That's right. You are doing better and better now."

Ji Liao smiled and said, "You see, there are many changes in flowing water. In fact, flowing water is just flowing water, and Ji Liao is just Ji Liao."

Zhao Xiyi said: "I am very convinced by you now. I think you have experienced a lot in the past century."

Ji Liao said: "That's right."

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After Bai Zixu went back, he had a high fever.

He didn't know what he dreamed of that night, and when he woke up, he felt that he had no strength at all.

His body was empty, without a trace of true energy.

His breathing became extremely rapid and his physical strength was almost low. He walked out of the door with great difficulty, almost crawling on the edge of the ditch outside the door, seeing his own shadow.

His face was pale and his lips were thin and he had no trace of blood.

His eyes, originally as clear as water, have now become lifeless.

The shadows in the water change, and a trace of evil smile appeared on the corners of the mouth.

"ah."

Bai Zixutian was so scared that he took a step back and did not dare to look at his shadow in the water. This time he retreated, and he also drained all his strength.

"Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Ruoxu walked out of the next door and helped Bai Zixu up.

Bai Zixu said with difficulty: "Senior brother, help me back to the room."

Zhang Ruoxu quickly did as he said.

Leaning against the wall of the stone couch in the room, the coolness behind him made Bai Zixu much more awake.

He knew that his body had undergone major changes.

Then a warm current from the body enters the meridians.

He knew that Zhang Ruoxu was using his hard-working true energy to heal his wounds.

Bai Zixu felt warm in his heart, and he said, "Senior Brother, don't use your skills to heal me for the time being."

Zhang Ruoxu stopped inputting true qi and asked, "Why?"

Bai Zixu said: "Your true qi is very domineering, and my meridians can't bear it."

Zhang Ruoxu said in confusion: "How could it be that your cultivation is obviously higher than mine. Why can't your meridians bear my true energy?"

Bai Zixu said: "You are practicing innate Qigong, which is extremely domineering. If you hadn't cut down dianthus every day and strengthened your body, your body would have been overwhelmed."

"Is the skills I practice really different from yours?" Zhang Ruoxu couldn't help but wonder.

Bai Zixu said: "You don't have to worry about this. Practicing innate Qigong is beneficial or not to you. As long as you insist on cutting down divine soup every day until you enter the state of divine detachment where the soul can leave the body, there will be no hidden dangers."

Zhang Ruoxu said: "Then what's going on with you?"

Bai Zixu said: "It's nothing, I just had some minor problems in practicing martial arts."

He knew that he was in big trouble, which should be related to the mysterious small characters he saw on the table of Taoist priest Taiweige yesterday. Those strange words, as well as the four words "The Great Method of the Heart Demon" that flashed in his heart, all seemed very strange.

What exactly is that old Taoist priest?

Bai Zixu felt that it was necessary to inquire about Qingxuan’s past history and check the background of the old Taoist priest.

Zhang Ruoxu hesitated and said, "Why don't you find a master."

Bai Zixu shook his head and said, "Senior brother, go and cut down the dianthus, otherwise it will be too late."

Zhang Ruoxu said: "But will you have something to do?"

Bai Zixu said: "It won't be a problem."

After persuading Zhang Ruoxu away, Bai Zixu began to investigate the situation in his body.

He spent his time and felt more tired.

In a trance, it seemed like a door was opened.

"Do you think Bai Zixu and Zhang Ruoxu have a habit of Long Yang?"

"Don't talk nonsense, they are descendants of the Changmen lineage. They may be the head teacher in the future."

"What's the matter? Our Qingxuan leader has never had established rules, and they are all done by those who can do it."

"Forget it, don't mention this. Tell me what happened to Bai Zixu and Zhang Ruoxu, why did you say that?"

"I saw Bai Zixu's face pale. You said that we are all practitioners, so we won't get sick. I see that Zhang Ruoxu is very strong now. Bai Zixu is a little white-faced and doesn't need to practice hard. And you're not surprised by following Zhang Ruoxu's butt all day long?"

"That's because their brothers have a good relationship."

"I just saw Zhang Ruo exhausted Bai Zixu's coat and pressed his hand into his chest."

"Well, don't spread this. We Qingxuan talks about friendship and family members the most. If it is passed into their ears, what should we do if it becomes a noise? Do you want to go to the Merit Hall of Tianji Peak to be punished?"

"Yeah, I got it."

Bai Zixu was not angry, and rumors were ineffective on him.

But he was curious, why did he hear the voices of these two boys?

He obviously had no real energy, his physical strength was at its bottom, and his five senses had become dull. Why could he clearly hear the conversation between the two through countless rooms and prevent those noises?

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Chapter completed!