At the foot of Woniu Mountain, the town is still quiet.

"Congratulations to fellow Taoist for advancing to the fifth level of Qi Refining, which is gratifying."

In the bamboo house courtyard, Taoist Wuzheng was laughing heartily, looking very happy.

"It's amazing. My fellow Taoist is young and has such cultivation. I guess I was so surprised when I visited the "guiding messenger" of the folk at the Immortal Ascension Conference, so that the pearl was covered with dust and missed the genius, my fellow Taoist." At this moment, Taoist Wuzheng sighed and praised him.

It is not enough to say that Guo Xiaodao was promoted to the fourth level of Qi Refining in his twentieth year, which is not enough to shock Taoist Wuzheng. Guo Xiaodao only took three months to understand the fifth level of the Purple Palace Heart Sutra, and successfully advanced in less than two years. Taoist Wuzheng could not help but be shocked.

A casual cultivator is often tired of earning resources.

In order to prepare enough elixirs and spirit stones, it may take years to run around, hunt monsters, collect spirit grass, or work for others. There is no need to say the bitterness of it.

The old man finally confirmed that the young junior in front of him was definitely talented and a pearl of the vast ocean.

"Senior is too good, but I'm actually just a lucky person. I have to thank my grandfather for all this. For the sake of my hard work for most of my life, I have pieced together and prepared a resource to save me countless troubles." Guo Xiaodao had already made a draft of the draft, and just pushed the resources directly to my grandfather. No one can tell the problem of this remark.

"Fellow Taoist does not have to be too humble. Even if your grandfather has prepared resources for you, don't forget that there is a watershed between the fourth and fifth levels of Qi refining. I don't know how many practitioners will encounter bottlenecks and get stuck in this level. The difficulty of breaking through is quite high." Wuzheng Taoist continued to do so.

"No matter what, I will comprehend the sixth level of the Purple Mansion Heart Sutra next, and I am afraid I will have to trouble you with my seniors to give me more advice." Seeing this, Guo Xiaodao did not act pretentiously and said directly.

"It's easy to say, that room has been kept for you." Taoist Wuzheng smiled enthusiastically, then greeted Guo Xiaodao, and explained the sixth floor while drinking tea.

Guo Xiaodao used his old tricks again and showed them from time to time, making Wuzheng Taoist smile.

In this way, the old and the young started to have a shameless daily routine again.

Half a month passed quickly, and on this day, a middle-aged man suddenly came to visit Taoist Wuzheng.

"Cultivator? The third level of Qi refining..."

Guo Xiaodao raised his eyebrows and found that something was wrong with the middle-aged monk. His spiritual power fluctuated extremely disordered, his face was pale, and his lips turned blue, as if the spiritual power in his body had lost control and was running wildly.

"Please help me, Senior Wuzheng!" When the middle-aged monk saw Taoist Wuzheng, he begged with a bitter face.

"Fellow Taoist, are you?" Taoist Wuzheng raised his eyebrows, raised his hand, and helped the other party up.

"Not long ago, I was in seclusion and practiced, swallowing several bottles of 'Huanglong Pills' in succession, trying to impact the third level of Qi refining. As a result, although I successfully advanced, for some reason, the surge in spiritual power was still difficult to control. I rushed around in my body, causing me to feel extremely painful and vomiting blood." The middle-aged monk said bitterly.

"Let's check it out." Taoist Wuzheng looked solemn and put his hand on the back of the middle-aged monk. Soon, he withdrew his hand and showed a look of suddenness on his face.

"Fellow Taoist, have you swallowed the pills excessively in order to break through the realm?" asked Taoist Wuzheng.

"Oh, it's a blessing for me to save this life. Thank you, Senior Wuzheng, for your great kindness." The middle-aged monk nodded and sighed, a little discouraged.

As he said that, he pulled out an old, slightly ragged futon from his bag.

"This object is called 'Spirit Gathering Tube'. It is made of branches of willow demons. It has the effect of gathering spiritual energy and keeping it from dispersing. It is considered an insignificant magic weapon. This object is useless to me, so I will give it to senior Wujian. Please be sure to accept it." The middle-aged monk said.

It seemed that he knew that he could not repay the life-saving favor of Taoist Wuzheng, so he finished it with this cushion.

"In this way, I'm not polite." Taoist Wuzheng looked at the middle-aged monk and accepted it readily.

The middle-aged monk breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, it's very uneasy outside recently. The tiger bites the man and is stirring up the wind and rain. We wantonly arrest our wandering cultivators and plot against each other. Please be careful."

The middle-aged monk said this last sentence to Guo Xiaodao. Obviously, he regarded Guo Xiaodao as a close person to Taoist Wuzheng, and kindly reminded him.
Chapter completed!