Chapter 113: The spirit is restrained and bright, as clear as autumn water and frost.

Their eyes fell on the woman who was nearly thirty years old. They were sure that they would not say much.

The real age of Tianshan Tonglao is ninety-six years old.

Even though he only started accepting disciples when he was sixty years old and had mastered his skills, he definitely trained quite a few masters in the past thirty years.

As time passed, the cave masters and island masters all understood something. Although they had some guesses, they did not dare to ask.

On the other hand, Yu Po and the others were becoming more and more anxious, and Murong Ji saw it all.

Suddenly, Murong Ji saw a person, a person who was not tall, barely reaching Murong Ji's chest. She had a petite figure, but not ugly for a woman.

Instead, she looks petite and cute.

However, for this woman, her height really limits her charm.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, grabbed the person's wrist, and wanted to look into her eyes.

The little girl avoided it timidly.

Murong Ji curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, pinched her chin and forced her to look at him. What kind of eyes were those?

The spirit is restrained and bright, and the autumn water is frosty and clear.

He remembered his master Zhang Boduan.

This is about the cultivation of "Shen" and "Mind". In the Quanzhen Sect, which practices the dual cultivation of nature and life, the most difficult to cultivate and the most difficult to obtain among the three elements of essence, energy and spirit is the "Shen".

"Essence" and "Qi", any level of cultivation and any realm, can all be manifested or sensed in the body.

But it is different with 'God'. You have no idea whether your method is useful or not, whether you are standing still and doing useless work, or running briskly on the road.

Not knowing anything is the most difficult part. The difficulty of cultivating the 'spiritual' can be seen just by looking at the exercises. There are only a few books on it in the whole world.

Moreover, there are very few ways to cultivate oneself, such as playing the musical instrument, chess, calligraphy, painting, etc. Who can tell whether it is one's own talent or the result of one's acquired practice?

no way.

Master Zhang Boduan once said a method, the cultivation of "spirit" can also be reflected in the body, that is, the eyes.

The spirit is restrained and bright, and the autumn water is frosty and clear.

Why autumn water? Among the four seasons, winter water is icy and frozen, lifeless; spring water is cool and chaotic (with ice chips), and extremely messy; summer water is turbid and turbid, dirty and unbearable.

There is only autumn water, cool and clear, that state of 'about to solidify but not solidify, about to move', very much like the divine light in the eyes filled with water.

In other words, the periphery of a normal person's pupil is slightly divergent, which is the inevitable result of the junction between the white of the eye and the pupil.

However, there is a type of person whose pupils and whites of eyes are clearly defined, and at first glance, they appear bright and lively, which is the bright and full aura of spirit.

Not only that, a normal person's whites of the eyes, no matter how well rested they are, will always have some bloodshot and slightly reddish color, which can be seen if you look closely.

When the 'spiritual' cultivation reaches a certain level, the whites of the eyes will become extremely pure and clean.

At this moment, the girl in front of Murong Ji was like this. It was possible that she was born with this ability, and Murong Ji was not wrong.

These people are almost always chased by God and fed by him. Compared with ordinary people, they are like banished immortals from heaven.

Murong Ji looked at the woman's appearance carefully. Perhaps she pretended to be ugly on purpose in order to hide her appearance and not be coveted by others.

At this moment, Murong Ji became even more certain that everyone in the Xiaoyao Sect was obsessed with appearance. If the Tianshan Tonglao was ugly, could she still be admitted?

Sometimes, a woman's beauty is also related to her height.

From this perspective, Tianshan Tonglao is indeed not as charming as the young and beautiful Li Qiushui. For example, in the previous life, the freshman female students were rustic or childish. But after the sophomore year, they seemed to become charming instantly.

That's probably the feeling.

If the Child-Fairy of Tianshan were a few years older, her appearance would be no worse than that of Li Qiushui.

"Haha, it's you!" Murong Ji let go of the woman's chin, then glanced at everyone, not needing to look at the rest.

"Master Murong, now that we have found something that suits our taste, should we..."

Murong Ji's face darkened instantly. "Let's see who dares! I'm making this clear today. The life and death talismans on you should be dealt with by Tianshan Tonglao. You want to make money by selling women."

"Don't blame me for being ruthless. Oh, by the way, you can also go and destroy the Murong family's base. Let me see how long you can escape."

"Now, get off the mountain!"

Murong Ji waved his hand, and a vigorous wall of internal energy instantly knocked everyone over.

Zhuo Bufan rolled three times in a row before he stopped, breathing heavily and calming his blood.

My heart has become somewhat numb. How powerful is Murong Ji? !
He believed that he could kill them all. But he had to deal with nearly a hundred people at the same time. With the internal strength of these hundred people, even the Tianshan Child-Grandma might not be able to withstand it.

Murong Ji can do it alone.

"Yes! We will follow Master Murong's orders and go down the mountain right away."

Murong Ji had a stern face as he watched a group of people fly over the floating bridge, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When this internal force becomes powerful enough, it can take shape in a certain sense.

Just like the eldest senior brother Liu Guangyi, that kind of inner force is as shocking as a quagmire.

Don't underestimate this point, it almost doubled Murong Ji's ability. In terms of Qinggong, he used his internal force to transform into a shape, imitating the gliding of animals such as eagles and swallows, and the effect was very good.

After everyone had left, he glanced at Grandma Yu and the others.

Grandma Yu opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but then she looked at the girl in Murong Ji's hands and swallowed her words.

It was almost impossible to rescue the Child-Father of Tianshan. Murong Ji held her arm tightly the whole time, and they had no chance.

Murong Ji naturally noticed Yu Po's reaction and chuckled. This was really the Child-Fairy of Tianshan.

The next step is to let Li Qiushui force her to teach her the art of immortality.

"You should leave here quickly. Although I have frightened them, it won't last long. Once they gather enough people, they will attack the mountain again."

"When the Child-Grandma of Tianshan comes back, you can take revenge in any way you want."

"Mr. Murong, could you please return our junior sister to us..." Mrs. Shi asked pleadingly.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly hugged the girl's slender waist. It felt really good. His dirty hand slowly pressed on the girl's lower abdomen.

Several people who knew the woman's identity were stunned for a moment, their jaws almost dropped to the ground, and they said tremblingly: "Sir, please, please respect yourself..."

Murong Ji glanced at the woman in his arms. She turned her face away so that he could not see her expression clearly.

"This girl is beautiful. I will take her back as a concubine." He wanted to see how much the Tianshan Child-Fairy could endure.

He hugged her and walked down the mountain.

　It will be on the shelves today. I will post one chapter first and then I will post a few more chapters during the day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)