Chapter 131 Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong (Subscription Request)

After thanking his teacher, Yang Ling left the Bajing Palace.

As soon as he came outside, he saw the two brothers Yang Zhao and Yang Jian playing with the two little Taoist boys Yin Tong.

The laughter of the four children was clear and sweet, like the sound of a mountain stream, adding a bit of vitality to this cave.

Yang Jian excitedly shared the little things he brought from the mortal world, especially the candied haws and hanging flower cakes, which were his favorite snacks.

When they saw Yang Ling coming out, the two little Taoist boys ran over happily, waving candied haws in their hands, and said crisply: "Brother, the master said that you should find a place in the cave to build a Taoist palace by yourself. It will be your residence in the future."

Yang Ling nodded, feeling extremely grateful to Saint Taiqing for his attentiveness.

He looked at the two little Taoist boys and asked gently, "What are your names?"

The older Taoist boy swallowed the candied haws in his mouth and said proudly: "My name is Jin Tong."

The little Taoist boy beside him was not willing to be left behind and hurriedly said, "I am Yin Tong."

Yang Ling nodded slightly, took Yang Zhao and Yang Jian aside, solemnly took out the Flame Flag and the Purple Gold Gourd, and let the two children choose for themselves.

Although they are still young and may not be able to grasp such treasures, these two top-grade spiritual treasures are full of spirituality and have the ability to protect their masters on their own.

If the crisis really comes, it can save their lives.

Yang Zhao's eyes moved back and forth between the two treasures. He could feel the heavy and powerful aura. Every time his eyes swept over them, a strong shock surged in his heart.

He knew that these two spiritual treasures were extraordinary items, supreme treasures that he had never dared to even think about before.

Especially when his eyes fell on the dark red flag, even his heartbeat quickened.

The blazing flame on the flag seemed to resonate with something in his heart, making him feel inexplicably intimate.

Despite this, Yang Zhao turned around and looked at Yang Jian and said, "You should choose first. I'm not in a hurry."

"Brother, you are so nice."

Yang Jian nodded happily, walked carefully to the two treasures, and looked at them intently.

The purple gold gourd exudes a faint luster, looking simple and mysterious, while the flaming flag off the ground is passionate and full of vitality.

Finally, Yang Jian stretched out his little hand and touched the purple gold gourd.

At this moment, he could feel that there seemed to be infinite space inside the gourd, as if it could hold the entire world.

An inexplicable sense of trust surged in his heart, as if this gourd could protect him at the critical moment.

“I choose this one!”

There was some excitement and determination in Yang Jian's voice.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ling nodded slightly.

He knew that not only Yang Jian chose the purple gold gourd, but the purple gold gourd also chose Yang Jian.

It seems that what the teacher said was right. Yang Jian is so young yet can be favored by such a magical treasure. His extraordinary qualities have already begun to show.

Seeing that his brother had made his choice, Yang Zhao no longer hesitated and reached out to grasp the flagpole of the Flame Flag.

The flame on the flag was still burning, but it did not burn his hands.

Yang Zhao could feel the connection between the flag and himself growing deeper and deeper, as if the flame in the flag had already burned in his heart.

He gently stroked the flag, feeling the warm power, then turned around and looked at Yang Ling to thank him.

Yang Ling waved his hand gently, signaling the two children to stand up.

"Remember, the person you should thank is your master. It is he who gave you these treasures."

When Yang Zhao heard Yang Ling's words, he immediately understood what he meant. He hurriedly knelt down, clasped his hands together, and kowtowed respectfully in the direction of Bajing Palace.

"Master, I, your disciple Yang Zhao, would be grateful to you forever!"

Although Yang Jian was still young, he also knelt down like his brother and kowtowed to the Bajing Palace one by one. Although his movements were a little clumsy, they were full of sincerity.

"Master, thank you for the gift."

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In the following days, Yang Ling refined a simple and plain Taoist palace and placed it in a beautiful valley, not far from the Bajing Palace.

The family settled down temporarily in this cave. After Yang Zhao got the Lidi Yanguang Flag, he spent a lot of energy on it every day, and Yang Jian also began to practice formally.

Yang Ling originally wanted to teach him the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power, but Yang Jian didn't seem to be interested in this mysterious skill and was unable to master it.

After thinking it over again and again, Yang Ling went to Bajing Palace again.

Saint Taiqing was well prepared. Without waiting for him to ask, he directly taught him a mysterious skill and asked him to take it back for Yang Jian to practice.

Obviously, Saint Taiqing had been prepared for a long time!
I just guessed that he would consider the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power first, so I didn't say anything. I only took out the solution directly when I knew he would come to me.

Yang Ling really didn't know how to describe this saintly teacher.

He is obviously a saint who is high above everyone else, yet he is so careful and considerate, taking every aspect of his situation into consideration!

On the contrary, he has a lot of his own little thoughts hidden in some details.

Returning to his own Taoist palace with a feeling of shame, Yang Ling brought Yang Jian to a silver waterfall and taught him the mysterious skills he had just acquired.

During this process, he discovered that this mysterious skill was extremely similar to the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills of the Chan Sect, and it could even be said that they were the same skill.

They are all based on body training, cultivating the ability to move and change, and developing endless magical methods.

It's just that the practice process of Eight Nine Mysterious Arts is like refining treasure and forging. When it is successful, the divine body will glow, as if the body is coated with golden essence. When it is practiced to the extreme, that is, the "Vajra Indestructible" state, no matter how many spiritual weapons or spiritual treasures bombard it, at most sparks will fly, but it will not be hurt at all.

It is said that the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art was created by the Jade Purity Saint Yuanshi Tianzun.

This saint is good at refining weapons, and it is very likely that he gained some insights from refining weapons and created this mysterious skill, treating practitioners as spiritual treasures and spiritual weapons.

The mysterious skill passed down by the Saint Taiqing is called the Nine-Transformation Yuan Gong, which is very similar to the route of alchemy.

This mysterious skill treats the practitioner as a panacea, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, the essence of heaven and earth, and gathering all kinds of natural treasures. After being tempered by the fire of civil and martial arts, each turn will be a thorough transformation.

Eventually he refined the golden elixir to the ninth level and achieved perfection in the profound art!

From then on, the golden elixir will last forever and will never be destroyed.

Of course, this is the most ideal situation.

Since this mysterious skill was created, no one has ever practiced it.

However, theoretically speaking, the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong has one more revolution than the Eight-Nine Profound Art, and its upper limit is also higher!
It is said that if one can cultivate the Nine Turns into One, the soul will be forever united and the body will be indestructible, and it is not impossible to reach the realm of quasi-saint!
Yang Ling stood in front of the silver waterfall, immersing his mind in the practice of the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong. However, when he began to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body according to the mental method, he felt an invisible resistance, which made the spiritual energy flow unsmoothly.

He tried several times, but each time the flow of his spiritual energy would be blocked at a certain point, and he was unable to successfully complete the entire cycle of the technique.

Yang Ling frowned, his body seemed not compatible with this profound skill.

It feels like a swordsman is suddenly forced to use a machete. Although he can still kill the enemy, he will always feel uncomfortable for a short period of time.

He sighed inwardly, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of little Yang Jian from the corner of his eye. He was sitting quietly in front of the silver waterfall not far away, and his small body looked extremely focused.

Although little Yang Jian is still young, he is sitting cross-legged in front of the silver waterfall, his body straight, eyes closed, and he has actually entered a state of cultivation.

Yang Ling's attention was attracted by little Yang Jian. He saw that little Yang Jian's breathing was steady and orderly, and there seemed to be a faint light flowing around his body, which was a sign that spiritual energy was flowing gently around him.

Yang Ling didn't dare to disturb them. He just stood by quietly, feeling an indescribable surprise in his heart.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, sprinkling on little Yang Jian's body.

After a long time, little Yang Jian slowly stopped practicing and opened his eyes.

There was a sparkling light in his eyes, like a child who had just explored a magical world.

He turned around and saw Yang Ling, with an innocent smile on his face, and said happily: "Father, I have learned the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong!

The feeling of cultivation is so wonderful, I feel like I have turned into an elixir, as long as I absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, then I will become very powerful..."

"Not bad!"

Yang Ling nodded, reached out and touched his head, and said with a smile: "Practice well, and strive to be more powerful than me in the future."

"Ok!"

Little Yang Jian nodded vigorously and clenched his fists to cheer himself up.

"I will definitely be more powerful than my father and my brother!"

(End of this chapter)