There is a pavilion near the lakeside of the small bamboo bridge.
There was a woman sitting in the pavilion.
The woman has a pretty face and is full of spirit.
Now, she is closing her eyes, as if she is practicing.
Zhou Buzhou knew this woman, or had seen her before.
He was one of the twelve big men standing on the stage when the base gathered that day.
According to the records in the booklet received when reporting, this woman's name is Cao Yishui, and she has the strength of a mid-level third-level warrior.
Zhou Buzhou quickly walked over and bowed respectfully to the woman: "Good morning, Teacher Cao!"
Cao Yishui opened his eyes: "Good morning!"
"Are you here to open the Peach Blossom Hermitage?"
Zhou Buzhou nodded.
"Give me the merit card." Cao Yishui spoke softly, his tone full of gentleness.
Zhou Buzhou quickly handed over the merit card.
Cao Yishui took the merit card, swiped it casually, and then handed it back to Zhou Buzhou.
"Come in, Dongsanan."
"yes!"
Zhou Buzhou walked quickly along the small bamboo bridge.
On the small island.
The peach blossoms are fragrant and the aroma is pleasant, the fallen petals are dancing gracefully, and the green grass is endless.
Everything seems like a fairyland.
Zhou Buzhou did not indulge in this beautiful scenery for too long, but quickly walked into the thatched cottage in the east, which is Dongsan Temple.
The thatched house has wooden walls and a thatched roof.
"Get ready."
Cao Yishui's voice resounded directly in Zhou Buzhou's mind.
After experiencing this kind of obedience many times, Zhou Buzhou knew that this was Cao Yishui's mental transmission.
Nodded slightly.
Zhou Buzhou closed his eyes and sat down, focusing on his Dantian, and began to practice true qi.
The next moment,
The wind rises.
In the wind, it seemed as if someone was faintly singing Tang Yin's "Song of Peach Blossom Cottage".
There is a Peach Blossom Temple in Peach Blossom Valley, and there is a Peach Blossom Fairy in the Peach Blossom Temple.
The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms to sell for money to make wine.
When sober, sit under the flowers; when drunk, sleep under the flowers.
Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year.
…
Others laugh at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at others for not seeing through it.
There are no tombs of the heroes of Wuling, no flowers and no wine, and only people are hoeing the fields.
…
The voice was like the whisper of an elf, faint and elusive, like a soft whisper.
If you follow carefully, there is nothing in your ears. If you look carefully, there is a soft whisper in your ears.
After hearing this whisper, Zhou Buzhou felt his head inexplicably relaxed.
Slowly, he sank into confusion and chaos, unconsciously, and repeated the movements of exercising true qi over and over again.
He didn't notice that three sticks of black smoke suddenly appeared in front of him!
There are three shiny black ones, and there is a trend of a fourth one appearing.
He also didn't realize that when he was training his Qi, he was no longer training it in strands, but in smaller strands.
Each time he practiced, the amount of Qi he generated became smaller and less.
This is because his consciousness has grown, and the limit of his consciousness shrinking has broken through the previous limit of only being able to reach blue smoke.
At the same time, the speed at which he trained his Qi did not slow down at all, but became even faster.
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