Several days later.
The Quan Zhen Sect's Seven Disciples gathered in the Sutra Depository once again. They looked at Li Zhongxuan with even more admiration.
This was because the results of the old God of Swords 'expedition to Mount Longhu were just as he had said.
The elderly God of Swords was defeated and fled from Mount Longhu!
This uncle-master was truly a god.
Li Zhongxuan laughed it off.
It was destined, so what was there to be surprised about?
On the other hand, the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect felt relieved.
There was no need to worry that someone in Great Song would imitate the God of Swords and barge into Quan Zhen Sect.
After this matter came to an end, Li Zhongxuan cultivated even more diligently.
Flipping through scriptures, comprehending sword intent, nurturing sword force, grinding finger techniques, practicing calligraphy and talismans, comprehending heaven and earth, imitating nature…
He woke up when the sun rose and rested when the moon hung high in the sky.
It was as if he had really become a hermit in the mountains, ignoring external affairs and devoutly seeking the Dao.
Of course!
If the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect encountered a bottleneck in their cultivation and came to ask, Li Zhongxuan would not hide anything and patiently guide them.
This action won their respect once again.
After all, compared to Martial Uncle Zhou Botong, this Martial Uncle was obviously more reliable.
A day in the mountains was a thousand years in the world.
Time would always pass very quickly in cultivation.
A year passed quietly.
Mount Zhongnan, which had survived the cold winter, was once again revived and welcomed with vitality.
Early spring.
The spring rain, which was as precious as oil, fell.
It washed away the tail of winter, awakened the sleeping creatures, and nourished the earth and mountains.
In Quan Zhen Sect.
No matter how turbulent the martial world was, how endless the battles were, and how swords and sabers flashed, the Sutra Depository was like a pure land outside the world, far away from the world of mortals and shielded from the noise.
Even Quan Zhen Sect had a little more of the Taoist purity and less of the impetuousness of a martial arts sect.
Inside the Scripture Depository.
Li Zhongxuan stood by the window and looked at the continuous spring rain, his mind resting on heaven and earth.
His entire body emitted a mysterious aura. The rain talisman could not help but circulate, becoming even more unfathomable.
Sometimes it was full of vitality and as smooth as a mirror; At times, it would surge and be like a raging sea.
A moment later, the mysterious Dao runes disappeared. Li Zhongxuan opened his eyes and looked at the creation of heaven and earth. He stroked his beard and smiled.
It had been a year since Wang Chongyang left the mountain.
During this period, other than Ouyang Feng, there were also players who entered Quan Zhen Sect at night and tried to steal the scriptures. However, they were killed by him.
After all, humans died for wealth, and birds died for food.
The temptation of the Nine Yin Scripture was not small.
Unfortunately, none of them returned.
Because of this, Quan Zhen Sect made the players in the game even more fearful and respectful.
Other than that, nothing major happened.
In a year, Li Zhongxuan had no distractions and focused on pursuing the Dao. His gains were remarkable.
Not only had his cultivation improved, but he had also reached Zongshi realm pinnacle half a year ago. After half a year of tempering, he was now more integrated internally and externally. The Origin was as one, and his comprehension of Dao had advanced by leaps and bounds.
After reading and comprehending more than 900 scriptures, he understood many principles and had a clearer view of heaven and earth and all living beings.
His comprehension of the Big River Sword and the World Stream Divine Finger also reached a higher level, and his strength soared.
Although he was a grandmaster, if they were to really fight, he would have the strength to fight even a martial grandmaster. He might even be evenly matched.
Even if they had never truly fought, Li Zhongxuan was confident.
The Dao Scripture had also been perfected to become more profound and profound.
His Talisman Dao cultivation was also at the initial success stage. He could draw half a Divine Talisman and borrow a portion of the power of heaven and earth.
Based on this, Li Zhongxuan believed that unless a Great Finger Profound Realm grandmaster who could also mobilize a portion of the power of heaven and earth attacked, even if he was not a match for a veteran grandmaster, he would be able to retreat unscathed.
This was the result of Li Zhongxuan's one year of cultivation.
It wasn't like he was reborn, but he was still advancing at lightning speed.
A deer's cry diverted his attention.
Looking at the white deer acting cute beside him, Li Zhongxuan touched the former's forehead and smiled in satisfaction.
In a year, this white deer had truly broken out of its cocoon and become a butterfly.
Not only did he remember the circulation route of his zhenqi and was able to circulate it on his own, but his body also expanded once again. He was now the size of a water buffalo, and the Yin-Yang pattern on his back was even more mysterious. His strength had also increased greatly.
When he ran, he was as fast as the wind and could compete with a grandmaster who was good at Qinggong.
His combat strength was not bad either, equivalent to a Rank-3 martial artist.
In other words, it had already attained the Dao and transformed into a genuine spirit beast.
Other than that, the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect had also improved.
Even Sun Bu 'er, who had the weakest cultivation, had entered Rank-3.
Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi had even touched the threshold of Rank One.
………
"Martial Uncle, Master has successfully returned to the mountain today.”
"He specially ordered me to inform you.”
Looking at Ma Yu in front of him, Li Zhongxuan nodded his head in greeting, indicating that he was aware of this matter.
After a year, Wang Chongyang finally returned to the mountain.
After sending Ma Yu away, he did not immediately leave the Sutra Depository.
Reuniting after a long time, Wang Chongyang and the Seven Sons of Quanzhen definitely had a lot to talk about.
Moreover, the journey was tiring and travel-worn.
Even martial artists would be tired and needed a good rest.
When the spring rain stopped, Li Zhongxuan picked up the scripture and began to flip through it again.
He was only a dozen books away from his goal of 2,000 scriptures.
He naturally had to work harder and reach the target as soon as possible.
It was not until the next afternoon that Wang Chongyang appeared in the Sutra Depository.
"Congratulations, Senior Brother, your cultivation has reached a new level.”
"The Great Grandmaster Realm is just around the corner.”
Looking at Li Zhongxuan in front of him, Wang Chongyang could not hide his astonishment despite his happiness.
Based on his past experience, he knew that this senior brother would definitely give him a surprise.
However, when it really happened in front of him, he realized that this senior brother was far more stunning than he had imagined.
A year ago, he had only just become a Grandmaster.
A year later, he was already a Peak Grandmaster.
This kind of talent, even he could not help but sweat, feeling inferior.
However, Wang Chongyang did not feel jealous. Instead, he was genuinely happy.
It was because they were fellow disciples and because the stronger their senior was, the more stable Quan Zhen Sect would be.
The two sides are both glorious and damaged.
"Thank you for taking care of my disciples, Senior Brother.”
"It is all thanks to Senior Brother that they have their current cultivation.”
Glancing at Wang Chongyang who was sincerely grateful, Li Zhongxuan poured a cup of tea and smiled.
"We're all fellow disciples of the same sect. There's no need to be so polite.”
"We can't let them call me uncle master for nothing.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled.
The estrangement from not seeing each other for a long time instantly disappeared.
After exchanging greetings and drinking three cups of tea, Li Zhongxuan spoke.
"I'm afraid that it won't be long before you go into seclusion and break through to the martial grandmaster realm, right?”
Wang Chongyang's face darkened as he nodded solemnly.
"Three days later, I will enter seclusion."
"If I can't become a martial grandmaster, I'm afraid I don't have much time left.”
"At that time, I will fake my death and lure Ouyang Feng over. I will then use this opportunity to cripple his toad technique and get rid of this enemy for Quan Zhen Sect.”
"From now on, Quan Zhen Sect can only rely on Senior Brother.”
Looking at Wang Chongyang, who had entrusted his funeral affairs to him, Li Zhongxuan could not bear it.
He took out the Breakthrough Pill that he had prepared earlier and handed it to the other party.
"The Chi Song Zi lineage still has some foundation.”
"This bottle contains a Breakthrough Pill. If your seclusion is not smooth, you can swallow this pill to help you break through your bottleneck and become a martial grandmaster.”
Wang Chongyang was pleasantly surprised, but he endured his reluctance and quickly declined.
"This item is precious, so it's better to leave it for Senior Brother to use.”
"I've been studying the Nine Yin Superclass these days and have benefited a lot. I'm confident that I can break through to the Great Grandmaster Realm.”
"I'm lucky to get it, but I'm destined to lose it."
"If I succeed, it means that I am not destined to die.”
"If I fail, it's fate.”
Li Zhongxuan shook his head.
"Since I've given this to you, I won't take it back.”
"If you don't need it, just throw it away.”
"As for the old Daoist, you don't have to worry.”
"I have my own plans."
Seeing that Li Zhongxuan did not seem to be faking it and had a serious expression, Wang Chongyang felt a warm current in his heart.
He stood up.
He bowed solemnly.
After the time for an incense stick to burn, Wang Chongyang left. Li Zhongxuan walked out of the Scripture Depository and stood on the cliff with his hands behind his back.
Looking at the gorgeous setting sun in the sky, he muttered to himself.
"The sun will eventually rise after sunset, and even a dead tree can be reborn in spring.”
Li Zhongxuan sincerely hoped that Wang Chongyang would succeed.
Firstly, with the latter supporting him in front, he could save a lot of trouble and not be disturbed by external affairs. He could seek the Dao in peace.
Secondly, he was about to finish reading the 2,000 Dao scriptures in the Scripture Depository.
With Wang Chongyang becoming a martial grandmaster, Quan Zhen Sect would rise to the next level and become one of the most powerful sects in the Pugilistic World of Great Song. They would definitely receive the support of many sects.
The number of books in the sect could also be increased and become much richer.
It would save him the trouble of searching.
As for the Breakthrough Pill, Li Zhongxuan did not care.
In at most a year, he would be able to step into the martial grandmaster realm.
This medicinal pill was just icing on the cake for him, but for Wang Chongyang, it was a timely help.
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