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Qiao Wan lowered her head and thought for a while.

While thinking about it, an idea suddenly occurred to me: "I know, senior!"

"How about that, senior, come and teach me how to practice!" Qiao Wan raised her hand enthusiastically.

Although saying this does seem a bit like taking advantage of others.

Qiao Wan thought with embarrassment, but there are still ten days before the start of the second Dharma conference. If we don’t practice beforehand, it will be too late!

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan bowed and saluted to show her sincerity: "Senior, please teach me how to practice."

Although this answer is somewhat unexpected, it is still a good solution.

Miaofa glanced at Qiao Wan and asked in a deep voice: "Is this what you want?"

Qiao Wan nodded: "Yes."

After thinking for a while, he added: "Senior, you don’t have to mind the difference between men and women, you can practice whatever you want."

"Okay." Miaofa said, "I promise you."

So, after Miaofa agreed, Qiao Wan once again threw himself into the enthusiastic practice.

Li Fan and Miao Fa almost reached a consensus on how to guide Qiao Wan's training. Neither of them is the kind of person who cares about women, especially when Qiao Wan practices with a trumpet, and they perfectly implement what it means to be a man. Be a mule.

Li Pan analyzed for Qiao Wan: "You have become famous, but unlike Xie Xingzhi, Bai Shanhu and others who are backed by a big sect, without backing or backing, you will be the first to be targeted."

Lu Yao raised his hand and asked: "Why does the mountain chief have no backer? Isn't our academy the backer of the mountain chief?"

Li Pan glanced at Lu Yao with neither joy nor anger: "Do you really think so?"

Okay.

The green waist lowered his head in shame.

It's really useless for them to disagree with the academy.

Li Pan continued to look at Qiao Wan: "If you have the opportunity, you might as well pay more attention to the materials of Wen Si Xingzhu. I will also do more research here."

Qiao Wan nodded: "I will work hard."

After the Green Belt led a group of disciples out, Li Pan looked at Qiao Wan again: "They are all mortal disciples, and most of them may not be able to form elixirs throughout their lives."

"Most of them are sent here by their parents," Li Pian said calmly: "My family can't support so many mouths, so if I study here, I can still make a living."

Qiao Wan: "Senior..."

"I was the only one in the academy before." Li Fan said: "I often take this mustard space around with me. Occasionally, I will stop in a village and pick a few spiritual ones to take back to the academy."

However, there are still a few talented people in this world. Most of them, like Xie Xingzhi, have been booked in advance by various sects.

He has traveled all over the world for many years, but he has not found any good talents. Most of them have poor qualifications and no aura.

But Li Pian didn’t care.

He led them step by step on the road to becoming immortals, giving them a chance to change their lives and destiny. Whether they would succeed in their cultivation was another matter.

Mortal disciples don’t have much spirituality. Even if Li Peng taught him patiently, he still wouldn’t be able to teach him the right things.

Qiao Wan was stunned. She could imagine the monks in green clothes and cloth shoes, carrying two swords on their backs, walking across the vast land inch by inch. Occasionally, they would stop and rest where the smoke curled up, and meet someone who was willing to come to the academy to study. , and took it back to the academy.

This is also the reason why, looking at the roster of Buping Academy, they are all practicing Qi, which is extremely miserable.

In this world, not everyone can cultivate and become an immortal. After most people have no hope of immortality, they will choose to pack up their baggage and return to the mortal world to find a way to make a living. It is better than fighting and killing all day long in the world of cultivation. He accidentally lost his life.

It stands to reason that monks will not be short of money if they find a way to make a living, but magical weapons, elixirs, and maintenance fees after a fight are all expensive! What's more, most of the disciples in Buping Academy have mediocre qualifications. The worse their qualifications are, the more they need to be fed pills.

Li Pan had no choice but to cut down on other daily expenses of the academy, save whatever he could, suffer a little in this standard of living, compress the quality of life, and live life tight.

After listening, Qiao Wan finally heard that something was wrong.

When talking about this past event, the man's expression was very calm and his tone was very calm.

Qiao Wan hesitated: "Senior, what you mean is."

"Miao Dharma Lord." Li Pian didn't mean to hide anything and answered straight to the point.

Qiao Wan's mouth twitched.

To put it bluntly, she still needs to poach someone!

However, Qiao Wan had not considered Li Ban's proposal.

In the entire academy, Li Pan, a "people's teacher", is actually teaching, and he is very busy working every day. What a noble sentiment that turns the candle into ashes after all the hard work!

But there is only Li Pian. After all, he has no skills at all, but he has the ability to cultivate highly, and he is not a cabbage in the field. He can pull it out accurately.

If you can invite a few visiting professors to teach first, you can support the show when necessary...

Qiao Wan silently thought about when to put this idea on the agenda.

……

Zen also emphasizes physical cultivation and combat skills.

Different from the previous times in the illusion of the sea of ​​consciousness, this time Qiao Wan stood in front of the wonderful method, which also meant that the injury was really hurt.

Looking at the Buddha in front of her, Qiao Wan became a little nervous. She stepped forward and saluted before starting the fight: "Senior, let's start."

Miaofa glanced at the respectful and polite Qiao Wan in front of him, and said coldly: "As agreed, as long as you break my body-protecting diamond shield, you will pass this round."

The battle started.

The Buddha's gaze turned sharp, and with his first move, he rushed in front of Qiao Wan.

Exerting moves in reality and performing moves in the dream state of consciousness bring completely different experiences to people.

Paying attention to Miaofa's movements, Qiao Wan immediately broke out in a cold sweat on the tip of her nose.

The last few times they fought, it happened to be when she was possessed by a demon and lost her mind. This time, the spiritual platform was clear. As soon as they fought, Qiao Wan could feel the pressure coming towards her.

The higher the cultivation level of the monk, the stronger the pressure.

Coercion is, to put it bluntly, a means of intimidating the enemy.

After meeting Ga Ying, Qiao Wan had rarely experienced this kind of coercion.

In other words, when not fighting, Jiaying deliberately suppressed the pressure on himself.

Even if he is a fighting maniac running around fighting, he will not idle around all day unleashing his power. Generally speaking, except for going to a scene, Gaying will not specifically release his power. pressure.

But it's different now.

Qiao Wan swallowed, only to find that her throat was dry and astringent, and her breath smelled like gravel.

In front of him, Miaofa deliberately released his pressure.

And it has no intention of shrinking. It contains the pressure of the Buddha's light. It is getting stronger and stronger, and the sense of oppression it brings is getting heavier and heavier!

Sweat slid down his forehead and spread in front of his eyes.

Qiao Wan took a deep breath, and the painful memories of being broken by Ga Ying suddenly burst out.

There is also Cen Qingyou, the cold rain falling on the mountain road.

A faint fear arose spontaneously.

So strong.

Qiao Wan was sweating, leaning on her sword, wiping the nosebleed and gritting her teeth.

I wanted to take action, but found that my arms were shaking violently, as if someone had been saying in my heart that I couldn't beat him.

You can't beat it.

Your qualifications are inherently unbeatable, and you got to this point completely by accident. Look at Xie Xingzhi, look at Baishan Lake, and Meng Canglang. This is the true pride of heaven, this is the true genius. In this world, talent determines everything, and there is no such thing as hard work making up for failure. Especially on the path of cultivation, if one has a shallow connection with others and has mediocre qualifications, he will not achieve much in his lifetime.

You can't even beat Ye Xiyuan from Shandao Academy.

Do you still remember what Li Pan said? "Most of them may not be able to form elixirs throughout their lives."

No!

Qiao Wan froze physically and mentally, took a deep breath, and quickly put the thought behind her.

She did not practice to become an immortal.

She just wants to become stronger. Becoming stronger is not a result, but a process. As long as you are weak, you can become stronger. The weaker you are, the greater the room for improvement.

She is not afraid of the consequences because she only pursues the process,

Qiao Wan immediately felt scared when she thought of this.

Everyone will seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. People are cowardly just because of fear. What she is afraid of is the gap between her and Miaofa. But now that she has decided to take this path, this is what she must face in the future.

Because the further she goes, the stronger the opponents she encounters, and she will have to face the likes of Xie Xingzhi, Meng Canglang and Baishanhu head-on.

This is also the reason why Miaofa releases such fierce pressure.

Qiao Wan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and clenched the cold Bodhi seed in her sleeve.

The same goes for Cen Qingyou.

He saw her lying on the ground, struggling like a dog. Qiao Wan could tell that he didn't want to be her, so he chose to become the Blue Eyed Evil Buddha. It was she who directly caused Cen Qingyou to become the Blue Eyed Evil Buddha. Buddha.

In this world, everyone is struggling to become stronger, even the magic method is no exception.

“Don’t you want me to teach you how to practice?!”

“Didn’t you say that you don’t mind the difference between men and women?”

"What are you afraid of?!" Miaofa shouted angrily with cold eyebrows.

Qiao Wan took a few steps back and jumped up——

Sword One·Quick Kill!

As soon as the sword light arrived, it was immediately shattered by a magical palm.

The strong wind caused by the aftermath of the palm stand blew, and Qiao Wan barely stood firm. A golden Buddha light came straight to her heart, and a palm hit her heart. Qiao Wan's energy and blood surged, and her ribs hurt.

Boobs, boobs, boobs! My **** are going to be deflated! !

Before she had time to mourn her breasts, Qiao Wan quickly adjusted her body shape, performed a backflip in mid-air, and landed on the ground.

Immediately - another strong wind swept across the lower plate!

In the rapid and fierce air flow, Miao Fa's eyebrows were cold and stern, and he struck Qiao Wan mercilessly with one move after another!

Senior really has no intention of showing mercy.

Although she had been trained, her state was here after all. Under this intensive and merciless offensive, Qiao Wan was beaten until she almost vomited blood. She lay on her back on the ground, her chest hurt as if it was exploding, and her chest heaved violently. Every breath was as heavy as suffocation.

It hurts.

While Qiao Wan's brain was buzzing, another golden light came later.

Qiao Wan turned over and raised her sword to resist.

Dang Dang Dang!

The Buddha's light fell on the sword blade, causing a burst of fierce sparks.

Qiao Wan took the opportunity to get up, slashed with her horizontal sword again, and slashed at the protective diamond shield next to Miaofa.

Can’t be cut!

Qiao Wan was stunned, and her eyes suddenly flashed back to the wild monk Keats when she was still at the foot of Kunshan... Before, she often studied with Gannan and Keats.

Putting a step away, Qiao Wan asked, "Senior... is Keats your disciple?"

"Huh?" Miaofa asked back, but his movements did not show off at all, and he said in a deep voice: "Do you know him?"

Qiao Wan was punched and turned her head sideways. Half of her face suddenly swelled up. She coughed out a mouthful of blood and then managed to speak clearly: "We have fought before."

Although we have fought before.

Qiao Wan wiped away the blood and stared closely at the light golden diamond shield in front of Miaofa, tears streaming down her face silently.

Senior Miaofa is so much more cruel than Keats! Q mouth Q

Suppressing the blood that kept pouring into his throat, Qiao Wan searched for any omissions in Miaofa's body without blinking.

No.

Buddhas are not angry and powerful, and the hem of their clothes moves in the wind. No matter how gorgeous and beautiful his face is, how ruthless his attacks are, just like what he saw in the dream of the sea of ​​​​consciousness, with three eyes on his forehead and six arms on his body. , there is no flaw or omission.

Qiao Wan turned on her toes, made a feint, and charged forward.

As long as you keep fighting, you will definitely find flaws and omissions!

Imagination is wonderful, but I was caught red-handed while still in mid-air.

Miaofa quickly grabbed Qiao Wan's ankle with force and pulled her forward. Qiao Wan turned around and immediately kicked. Miaofa caught the girl's foot with his backhand. , send it forward.

Feeling something strange coming from his ankle, Qiao Wan shuddered and flew out again.

Just watching Qiao Wan fall to the ground, making a huge crater in the shape of a human being, the wonderful method did not show any sympathy for her. Not only did she not, she frowned and shouted: "Is this the combat skill you learned?"

"Cough cough cough cough".

Gravel splashed in front of my eyes.

Qiao Wan coughed a few times, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of gravel came out.

Every time he fought, he almost hit the mark.

Muscles are touching, fists and feet are rubbing against each other, the hot Buddha's light is falling on their bodies, their breathing is getting heavier and heavier, and their gazes are locked together.

In the end, we still didn’t win.

Resigned to his fate, he lay down on the ground in a large shape, his originally neatly combed ponytail now completely spread out.

Qiao Wan sighed.

Not enough.

If breaking the Vajra Shield of Lord Miaofa is considered the first stage, then when will the Vajra Shield of Miaofa be broken and when will the special training take place to the next stage.

So, in the past few days, putting aside the embarrassment and embarrassment before, Qiao Wan spent every day thinking about how to break the golden shield of the magic method.

While eating, I hold a bowl and think about it. When I take a bath, I think about it. When I lie on the bed to rest, I pour it on the pillow and still think about it.

Miaofa's sharply beautiful face lingers in front of her eyes day and night, and the Buddha's clear drink seems to be echoing in her ears.

After pondering for a long time, Qiao Wan finally realized it.

To put it bluntly, this is still a matter of strength.

It definitely won't work like she did against Keats before. The senior didn't give her this time.

As long as you are faster and stronger and can hit with one hit, you will definitely be able to break it.

Don't be impatient.

Qiao Wan quickly got up and sat cross-legged to meditate to calm herself down.

She swallowed the Power Bead before, so she must make good use of this resource.

Even faster!

Allow your body to reach its optimal state in an instant and exercise your explosive power.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan opened her eyes and continued to lie on the bed, taking notes.

She has exercised her body and her body is strong. She can withstand the pressure that ordinary monks cannot bear.

Outside the window, the moon rises in the sky, casting a silvery glow.

Qiao Wan was looking at the booklet, biting the end of the pen, and thinking hard.

It is as fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as plundering as the fire, as motionless as the mountain, as unpredictable as the clouds, and as moving as the thunder.

If she can reach this point, she can successfully ascend.

Holding the pen tightly and drawing a circle on the paper, Qiao Wan decided to use these twenty-nine words as a guideline for her training.

Just do it. Early the next morning, Qiao Wan immediately put weights on her legs, feet, and back on various parts of her body, and ran around the Mustard Seed Space.

The disciples who just woke up, holding a bowl in their hands, walked out of the "dormitory", and saw a roar in front of them, and a swift pink whirlwind blew past.

"Hey! My bowl!"

Being blown around by the wind, Zheng Wenliang's eyes widened and he caught it in a panic.

There is a quota for this bowl. If the green waist is broken, it will not be distributed.

If you want a new bowl, you have to go to Luyao to register, pay and have it delivered.

"That was the mountain chief just now?" Zheng Wenliang asked in shock as he hugged the bowl tightly.

The green waist blinked: "It seems so..."

"What is Chief Shan doing?"

"Practice." Another male voice suddenly sounded.

Zheng Wenliang followed the sound and his scalp went numb instantly: "Li...Uncle Li."

Li Pan was not affected at all, he walked closer slowly, stared at the pink whirlwind, withdrew his gaze, and turned his gaze to Zheng Wenliang and other unjust disciples, "After dinner, hurry up and go Practice.”

The man's sharp gaze focused: "Shan Zhang works so diligently day and night, and you just eat and sleep here?!"

These words made the boys and girls in front of them lower their heads in shame, put down their bowls, and stood at attention.

Don’t eat it! What Uncle Li said makes sense! The mountain leader has worked so hard, and they, the disciples, can't just watch! Practice, practice!

The unjust disciple gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and ran to practice with excitement on his face.

Come on! Go for a run with the mountain leader!

Li Pan was left alone to stand there, raising his eyebrows and thinking, this is really good to take the lead.

So, the next day, when Qiao Wan ran again, she was accompanied by a group of injustice disciples.

In this way, the fine running tradition of Buping Academy in the future was started.

Every morning, the mountain leader takes the children to run and shout together.

"Bi Ping Academy! Extraordinary! Punch Shandao! Kick Kunshan!"

"No justice, no justice! I am injustice! Say it again! I am injustice!"

Looking from a distance, it looks like a youthful and beautiful landscape.

A certain middle-aged Dharma cultivator who has lived for so many years and experienced the vicissitudes of life: ...it was a mistake.

This time, when he stood in front of Miaofa again, Qiao Wan was in high spirits, and his dark eyes clearly reflected Miaofa: "Senior, come again!"

Miaofa stared at the junior in front of him without saying a word.

It's like a puppy. Even if it's knocked out, it can immediately wipe the blood under its nose. With a flick of its ponytail, a carp jumps up and rushes forward.

Despite this, Miaofa's voice did not soften at all. He frowned slightly and immediately gave a thumbs up!

She can definitely break it! Unmoving like a mountain, moving like thunder!

Sheathing her sword, Qiao Wan charged forward!

The Buddha noticed Qiao Wan's intention early on and raised his hand to resist.

Just after finishing the exercise, the Buping disciples who were sitting on the ground and watching asked in surprise, "Can the mountain master do it this time?"

Faster, faster.

Infusing spiritual power into the feet, the subtle footwork and the Wuxiang Jue become one.

Miaofa's face was calm, and he raised his hand to form a seal without hesitation, and a dazzling Buddha's light burst out from his fingertips.

A huge golden lotus Buddha seal immediately rose from the fingertips!

In the blink of an eye, Qiao Wan jumped into the air, mobilized all her spiritual energy to surge up to the soles of her feet, stepped on the golden lotus, and rushed over like an arrow, rushing to the Vajra Shield. , the speed does not slow down, and punches.

This punch is a little different from before.

Miaofa frowned, feeling slightly stunned.

The fist surface burned with blazing, dazzling, blue electric light.

A punch hit the Vajra Shield, and there was a subtle "click" sound. From the clenched fist, to the slightly raised knuckles, to the arm, blue electric light surged through the Vajra Shield. Buddha light, golden Buddha light and electric light intertwined, exploded and cracked inch by inch along the arm.

Qiao Wan turned sideways to avoid Miaofa's attack.

Lifting his feet, he kicked Miaofa's lower abdomen, turned over and sat astride him.

Sensing something was wrong, Miaofa immediately reached out to catch her, and her hand got stuck on Qiao Wan's neck.

Sword One·Quick Kill!

The sword light whirled, and the sword blade stayed in front of the man's neck.

The sword light had no time to retract, and moved forward half an inch, cutting a bright red blood line in front of the Buddha's fair neck.

Qiao Wan sat astride the waist of Lord Miaofa, clenched the sword in her hand, and looked at the dignified and majestic Buddha riding beneath her.

Navy blue hair was spread on the ground, and a drop of blood slowly flowed down his Adam's apple.

Qiao Wan raised the tips of her hair, ignoring that her neck was still stuck, and grinned with bright eyes, "Senior, what do you think of this sword?"


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