Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 105 Purple Qi Comes East (fifth update!)
into the night.

Li Daoxuan carried the oil-paper umbrella on his back, put all his bags into the gourd of the three realms, and left Xinyang County with his master by the starlight.

After leaving the city, he couldn't help but look back.

Under the night, Xinyang County looked extraordinarily peaceful, as if everything that had happened before had left no traces.

Although this place is not big, the folk customs are simple and honest. Li Daoxuan has lived here for nearly two months, and there is a little bit of reluctance in his heart.

But he knew that he had to leave.

Maybe everything has settled down, the Wutong God has been eliminated, and even the eight-tailed fox demon was burned alive by him and turned into ashes. The people here should be able to live a peaceful life.

But Li Daoxuan knew that there were still two mysteries that had not been solved.

One is the Moro religion mentioned by the eight-tailed fox demon. What kind of existence is it, and what is it plotting?
The other one is who is the bewitched Taoist, and what is the other party sending the Three Demons to Hongzhou to do?

With Tu Shanxuan's death, these two questions may no longer be answered.

But Li Daoxuan didn't care, after all, he was not a fan of detectives, and everything had to be missed.

These two matters are very troublesome at first glance, the water is very deep, and there is as little mixing as possible.

The most important thing now is to seize the time to practice, kill mobs, and become stronger quickly!
Li Daoxuan and Master walked towards the unknown distance together, and couldn't help asking: "Master, why are we leaving in such a hurry?"

He was in a coma for three days and three nights, finally opened his eyes, and when he woke up, his master urged him to leave quickly.

Zhang Qianyang drank while walking, and said: "This time in Xinyang County, there was too much commotion. I had many enemies when I was a teacher. If I find them, I can run away. I'm afraid of your life... tsk tsk .”

Li Daoxuan's face darkened, and then he remembered that his master was so arrogant back then, he must have made many enemies, maybe this is the reason why he wants to hide his name now.

It seems that in the future, I can't easily say that I am Zhang Qianyang's apprentice, for fear of being stabbed to death.

"Master, what kind of old injury did you suffer, and is there still a chance to return to the Yang God Realm?"

Li Daoxuan couldn't help asking.

If Master returned to the Yang God Realm, wouldn't he be able to walk sideways?

Zhang Qianyang's eyes showed a hint of reminiscence, as if he saw that period of high-spirited years again, but in the end it turned into a touch of loss.

He chuckled and said, "Children should not inquire about adults."

Li Daoxuan also had nothing to do with this stubborn little old man, he could only secretly raise his middle finger, and by the way, planned to sneak some laxatives into his wine.

……

The two of them revolving around the ground, traveling swiftly and swiftly, from the night to the early morning.

"Master, where are we?"

"Ghost knows."

"Oh, then I'll call Sister Yu over to ask."

"...Stinky boy, do you think you are very humorous?"

After some daily bickering, the master and apprentice climbed up to a high rock, bathed in the rising sun, and began to practice "Purple Qi Nourishing Yuan Gong".

An hour later, Zhang Qianyang opened his eyes, and a ray of purple light flashed, and then disappeared.

He was somewhat satisfied, after decades of painstaking practice, this "Purple Qi Yang Yuan Gong" was finally going to reach the fifth floor, and it should be able to break through in a few days.

This exercise can polish the body, prolong life, and also have a certain effect on the old wounds in his body.

The only pity is that it is too slow to practice, but there is no way to do it. Who can only absorb a little bit of Chaoyang Ziqi every day?
As soon as he opened his eyes, Zhang Qianyang was shocked.

What the hell, where is my apprentice?

I saw that the surrounding area was full of dense purple air, permeating hundreds of feet, like a thick fog, blocking people's sight.

Only then did Zhang Qianyang know why his "Purple Qi Nourishing Yuan Gong" felt like a breakthrough. Could it be that this is a treasured place that can condense purple energy?
"Master, don't panic."

Li Daoxuan's voice sounded in the purple air, with a hint of complacency.

"This is nothing more than a small spell of the disciple."

Zhang Qianyang moved his Dharma Eye, and his pupils trembled.

I saw Li Daoxuan sitting upright on the surrounding rocks, all over the mountains and plains, filling up the hill.

A few couldn't sit down, and went to the treetops to meditate.

After breaking through to the middle stage of bigu, his avatars have also improved, and the number has greatly increased, and more than 100 avatars can be separated.

At this moment, these rising sun and purple energy are attracted by more than 100 clones during their cultivation.

As the avatars continued to turn into strands of hair, the rising sun purple energy they absorbed was automatically transferred into Li Daoxuan's body.

At this moment, every pore of Li Daoxuan was breathing purple energy, and the skin was filled with crystal clear purple light, full of clean and flawless texture.

After a moment, the vision slowly disappeared.

Li Daoxuan clenched his fists, and he could feel the powerful force rushing in his blood, which was enough to tear tigers and leopards apart.

Besides, he seems to have grown a bit taller.

The most important thing is that the vitality has been improved to some extent, and long-term practice is enough to prolong life.

Zhang Qianyang was dumbfounded, and asked: "The technique of avatar... can it be used for cultivation?"

Li Daoxuan gave Master a strange look, and said, "That's right, Master, don't you know?"

Zhang Qianyang woke up like a dream, he really never thought about using the avatar technique to practice.

This is actually a misunderstanding of thinking. The avatar technique is used to fight the enemy or escape, and almost no one has thought of using it to practice.

Zhang Qianyang immediately recited the mantra and performed the avatar technique.

After a while, the second Zhang Qianyang appeared on the spot, but his eyes were a little dull and his demeanor was a little stiff.

This is Longhushan's avatar technique, which belongs to magic and has not yet reached the level of supernatural powers.

Zhang Qianyang let the avatar practice for a while, and then unlocked the spell, frowning slightly.

"Master, is it not working?"

Li Daoxuan asked.

"Yes, but very little, probably only one percent of the body's cultivation, compared to the mana consumed, the gain outweighs the loss."

This is still Longhushan's avatar technique, if it is a more general avatar technique, the effect will be even worse.

Zhang Qianyang looked at his apprentice and asked, "Where's your clone?"

"Probably [-]% of the effect of body training."

Zhang Qianyang directly cut off a beard, took a breath, and looked at his apprentice with a perverted look.

"Disciple, what level have you reached in your Ziqi Yangyuan Kungfu?"

"It should be about to break through to the third floor."

Zhang Qianyang's face turned dark. He has worked hard for decades and has only reached the fourth floor. He has not yet broken through the fifth floor. This brat has only practiced for two months and is about to reach the third floor?

Although he is his own apprentice, why is his heart so sour?
Zhang Qianyang, the former Tiangang Fumo Daoist, the arrogance of Longhu Mountain, began to doubt his own aptitude at this moment.

At this time, Li Daoxuan made up for it.

"Master, what floor are you on?"

"Fourth... fortieth floor!"

"Huh? Master, I remember you said, isn't there only nine levels of the Ziqi Yangyuan Gong?"

"...Hehe, the one who cultivates as a teacher is an advanced version."

"So that's how it is, then Master, do you want to learn the supernatural powers of this avatar, or do you want my apprentice to teach you?"

"Hmph, as a teacher, there are countless ways and supernatural powers. Do I need to learn from you, a brat?"

An hour later.

A certain stubborn old man coughed, drank a big gulp of wine, blushed slightly, and said in a very small voice.

"Well... If you say you don't want to learn...you really don't want to teach?"

"As a cultivator, can't you... hold on a little longer?"

(End of this chapter)