This burning pain only lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Xiao Xun stopped cultivating and stretched out his arms to take a look. He found that the golden liquid on his arms had disappeared and was replaced by a layer of black and gold dirt mixture.
"Can it still remove the impurities in the body?"
The corners of Xiao Xun's mouth curled up into a smile. He moved his feet and directly jumped into the pool.
Moments later.
After coming out.
Xiao Xun discovered that his skin seemed to have become tougher.
"It seems to have turned a little white."
Xiao Xun muttered.
Actually, he had always been a little puzzled.
Normally, when practicing Golden Bell Shield, Iron Skin, and other external techniques, one's skin should turn dark or bronze.
As for him, he had clearly been cultivating very seriously. During the summer, he would often be exposed to the scorching sun, but his skin was still as fair as when he was young. In fact, there was even an additional layer of luster now.
In the next two months.
Xiao Xun would sleep in the morning, breathe under the bodhi tree in the courtyard of First Ancestor Temple in the afternoon, and cultivate in the pool under the waterfall of Purple Cloud Peak in the evening.
On the ninth day of the ninth month.
Hui Zhen invited Xiao Xun to go outside the temple to watch the many secular disciples enter the temple. After some consideration, Xiao Xun decided not to go.
He didn't want to disrupt his cultivation rhythm for the past few days.
One evening.
When he arrived at the waterfall of the Purple Cloud Peak again, Xiao Xun discovered that there was another person under the waterfall besides the three young monks.
It was a young man with long hair.
"A secular disciple?"
A hint of surprise flashed across Xiao Xun's eyes as he sized up this young man.
Unlike the three young monks who were sitting cross-legged under the waterfall, this young man was standing under the waterfall at this moment. His hands were constantly pushing upwards, as if he was practicing palm techniques.
Every time he pushed his palm, the waterfall seemed to stop for a moment.
This made Xiao Xun exclaim in amazement. At the same time, it also reminded him of a special skill from a certain anime in his previous life: Lushan Mountain rises the dragon tyrant.
After watching for a while.
Xiao Xun smiled contentedly. He took off his monk robe and shoes, took a deep breath, and walked into the pond to cultivate.
Two months.
Xiao Xun's cultivation had made considerable progress.
In the beginning, he cultivated at the edge of the pool.
Now, he walked straight to the center of the pool and cultivated at the bottom.
The pool water submerged his head. Every time Xiao Xun cultivated the Golden Bell Shield, he had to pop his head out to take a breath.
It was late at night.
The three young monks walked out of the waterfall on time. While they were putting on their clothes, their eyes were all on the long-haired man under the waterfall.
"His strength is probably even more terrifying than the legends say.”
The young monk standing in the middle looked serious.
"He should be cultivating the Beggar's Sect's ultimate technique now.”The young monk on the right said.
"Little Vajra's defeat is not unjustified. I'm afraid his ranking on the Proclamation of Azure Sky can still be raised.”
The young monk standing on the left said softly.
“………”
The three of them chatted in low voices for a while before leaving together.
Another hour passed.
The long-haired man jumped out of the waterfall and came to the shore. When he saw that the three Shaolin monks had already left, he couldn't help but smile.
When he was putting on his clothes, he realized that there was a set of Shaolin monk clothes beside him. He was instantly stunned.
He hurriedly looked at the waterfall again and searched for a while. Finally, his gaze stopped at the middle of the pool.
He could vaguely see a bald figure practicing a cultivation technique.
After a while, the bald head of the figure surfaced from the water. He took a deep breath and immediately sank back down.
The long-haired man found it interesting. He sat on a bluestone and hung his pants while looking at the monk in the pool.
"No wonder Shaolin Temple could become one of the four holy lands of Buddhism. This little monk is even more serious in his cultivation than me.”
The long-haired man sighed. He looked at the young monk who was cultivating so seriously and wanted to befriend him.
In the middle of the night.
Xiao Xun stepped on the water and calmed himself down. He took two deep breaths and sank into the water again to cultivate Arhat Fist.
The eyes of the long-haired man who had been sitting on the bluestone lit up.
He did not recognize Golden Bell Shield, but he was extremely familiar with Arhat Fist.
"Is this Arhat Fist?"
"Good heavens, an ordinary fist technique has actually allowed this little monk to cultivate to such a level!”
The long-haired man became more and more shocked.
He only felt that the Arhat Fist that the little monk was practicing had endless charm.
The night was over and the sky was bright.
The sun rose in the east.
Xiao Xun ended his cultivation and swam backward to the shore.
When she turned around, she saw the long-haired man glaring at her like a tiger watching its prey. She was instantly shocked.
"You haven't left yet?"
Xiao Xun stood up and scratched his head.
The long-haired man smiled and said," I wanted to leave, but seeing that you're so serious in your cultivation, I suddenly wanted to make friends with you. I wonder if I'm lucky enough to know your Dharma name?"”
Xiao Xun blinked his eyes, thinking to himself, are the people outside all so polite?
"This poor monk's Dharma name is Hui Wu."
Xiao Xun stood in the water and put his palms together as he said seriously.
" Huiwu…" The long-haired man said softly. A look of confusion flashed in his eyes.
He had heard of the Dharma names of the elite disciples of Dharma Hall, Demon Suppression Hall, Prajna Hall, Arhat Hall, and many other halls.
However, none of them were called Huiwu.
"I am Qiao Song." The long-haired man named himself.
"You are Senior Brother Qiao Song?" Xiao Xun's eyes widened as he sized up the long-haired man in front of him.
"It's the real deal," Qiao Song said with a smile.
"Then tell me, how many moves did you use to defeat Little King Kong?”
Xiao Xun casually asked as he walked out of the pond.
He already believed that this person was Qiao Song.
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