In the next ten months, Li Yan stayed in the observatory and practiced hard.

The Huangmei Taoist taught him two Taoist techniques, one called paper-cutting to become soldiers, and the other called stick-breaking, which were all wonderful ways to escape from the battle.

It took Li Yan more than half a month to understand the mystery.

The bright star man, the little Yin God sits upright on the altar.

After a while, Li Yan suddenly opened his eyes, then pointed at the paper man on the table, and said in his mouth.

"Xuxu Lingling, Puhua Zhenjun, helping the poor and helping the poor, cutting paper into soldiers, three souls return to the left, seven souls return to the right, get up quickly and follow our laws and regulations."

As soon as the words were finished, the paper man seemed to have spirituality, and he was automatically trying to break free from the shackles of the altar.

The Taoist nodded with satisfaction, then threw the paper man on the altar outward, and then muttered the words again.

"Taiwei's ancestor, the alchemy room guards the spirit, creates weapons and armor, drives evil and assists the righteous, and builds the body, and restores Huangting, the jade talisman, and the true qi, and shakes the sword and weapons."

"rise!"

A strange wind suddenly blew up indoors, rolling up a thick stack of paper people, floating in the air and twisting.

The dust settled, and the small courtyard was immediately filled with white helmets and white armored strong men. Looking around, it happened to be the number of Da Yan.

With just one thought, these strong men can be directed like arms.

Judging from his breath, it is almost comparable to the martial arts masters in the secular world. If a monk in the late stage of Qi refining is not careful, he might have fallen into his way.

"Yes, this paper-cutting device is a soldier, and you are still pretty good at it."

In the courtyard, the yellow-browed Taoist stroked his beard with satisfaction and praised.

"It's all well taught by the uncle."

Li Yan sank the Yin Shen into the Niwan Palace, and did not dare to take credit for himself, so he refused.

"What a slick boy, let's take my move."

The Taoist Huangmei loved this nephew the more he looked at him, but he didn't say anything, and suddenly waved his sleeves to Li Yan.

Li Yan felt a dizzy moment, and before he could react, he was put into his sleeve by the old Taoist.

"Uncle Master, you can at least give me some preparation skills."

A laughing figure came from a distance. When I looked closely, I saw who else could it be if I were not Li Yan?

"You money!"

Huang Meizi also took out a piece of wooden stick from her sleeve and cursed with a smile.

It turned out that before he took action, Li Yan had a scheming mind. As soon as he spoke, he used the method of untied a stick to break free from the constraints of the universe in his sleeve.

"I wonder if my nephew's slight cultivation level can he get into the uncle's magical eyes?"

As soon as Li Yan bowed, the white-helmets in the courtyard turned into paper people and fell into the bag of items.

Taoist Huangmei did not answer directly, but instead changed the topic.

"Although the white-helmet strong man is a Yin soldier, he cannot be included in the ranks of the righteous gods, he finally has a little pure yang meaning. Since you have successfully cut paper into soldiers and refining them, you will only have a few days to enter the Sun Travel Realm."

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, not expecting that the Huangmei Taoist could guess so accurately.

The hot summer is like a furnace, which is of great benefit to monks polishing the Yin Spirit and strengthening that little bit of yang intention.

In addition, Li Yan practiced paper cutting and became a soldier during this period, and his mastery of spiritual thoughts was up to another level, and he vaguely felt that he had broken through the barriers.

A trip to Yin Shen, very close.

The Huangmei Taoist said three times in a row. Seeing that Li Yan was puzzled, he patiently explained to him.

"This Wanxian Dharma Assembly was discussed by me and the wonderful bald donkey from Chiguo Temple and decided to decide the next three competitions to compete, namely one in the early stage of Qi Refining, one in the middle stage, and another in the later stage, and two in the three games will be the winner."

"I was still struggling with whom I sent to this second game, but now I have a candidate."

The yellow-eyed Taoist blinked his finger and shot out a jade talisman engraved with magic words.

Li Yan hurriedly caught the jade talisman, but there was no joy on his face.

"Uncle Master, is it possible to hand such a big deal to my nephew..."

Li Yan did not dare to say that he was not considering it directly.

"It's okay. This competition is not just a competition of fighting techniques, but also a variety of things like roaming and praying for rain. It can be said that you are proficient in qi and the way of talismans are all-encompassing. You can be said to be the best candidate at present."

"As for the fight—"

The yellow-browed Taoist glanced at Li Yan with a sideways glanced at him, and a cramped smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"These two tricks I have taught are enough for you to save your life. If it is really not good, isn't there any green jade gourd from your master?"

Having said that, Li Yan could not refuse, so he could only respond with a bitter face.

"Don't think that I am harming you and seeking a country. Such contributions are enough to ensure that you can enter the inner world in the future. Otherwise, relying solely on the tasks of fooling children in the sect, you will have to accumulate Taoism until the year of the Monkey and Horse Month."

Seeing Li Yan's face bitterly, the yellow-browed Taoist scolded him with regret.

"If you weren't for your talented boy, I would have a rare desire to cherish talent, what's your life or death to me?"

After saying that, he kept muttering that he had to stay in the lecture hall for several years after doing this, so as not to be intercepted by Ku Sanzi's old man.

The Huangmei Taoist said this, and Li Yan could only try to stabilize his realm before the Dharma Assembly was held.

Otherwise, if you lose face, you will have to reopen your next life.

Seeing that Li Yan had adjusted his mentality so quickly, the Huangmei Taoist did not say anything, but asked Li Yan to pick a room next to his abbot to stay in order to help him personally.

Don’t think that the abbot is the abbot of the temple. People’s hearts are in a small state, and Tianxin Abbot of the immortal island recorded in Taoist scriptures is called the abbot. Therefore, the abbot of the Taoist sect can be the supreme leader of the ten directions of the jungle, or the residence of the abbot of Yiguan.

He was given a command from an inside master, and this was a treatment that his personal disciples could occasionally enjoy.

The Huangmei Taoist's move was clearly a prying out the corner of Ku Sanzi's wall.

Li Yan didn't know this. In the next few days, he seemed to have noticed that time was tight. It was so hard that he could not leave the door and not step into the door. He locked himself in a quiet room and focused on seeking opportunities for breakthroughs.

In order to hide this trump card, Taoist Huangmei did not even inform him of his disciples in private.

On this day, Ling Zhuzi was about to return to the temple and report to the Huangmei Taoist.

When I passed by the courtyard, I happened to catch a glimpse of Li Yan looking at everything around him strangely, and from time to time he reached out to touch this and that, and couldn't help but pause with some amusement.

Just as I was about to make a joke, I suddenly saw the other person's hand passing through the leaves.

“Sunday tour!”

Lingzhuzi couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Although the sound was not loud, it still attracted Li Yan's attention.

"It turns out that Senior Brother Lingzhu is back. Shen Xuan is rude. He asked Senior Brother to wait for a while and then go back."

After saying that, his whole body melted away like ice and snow. Not long after, the figure of Taoist Qingyan slowly walked out of the view.

"San Xuan, you..."

Ling Zhuzi felt that his throat was blocked by something and could not speak for a moment.

Less than half a year later, the other party's cultivation level was a thousand miles a day from leaving the body to the Yin Shen day trip, which made the Lingzhuzi, which took seventy years to refine Qi, feel so good.

It seemed that he could see Lingzhuzi's embarrassment, but Li Yan's figure swayed, and two identical figures appeared under the Lanyang at the same time.

"The senior brother came by just the time he was going to make it happen to be the day when he broke through the pass."

Who else can be the one who is not Li Yan’s Yin God?

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Chapter completed!