Li Ji hit the railroad while it was hot: "Huang Lao, I look at the six senses in the Guangfa Pavilion, there are many types, and so on. There are no less than a dozen kinds of skills for a single eye? Is there a trade-off? I don't know what the beginner disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect have learned? ”

This question is a bit too much, this question involves a sect's unique view of a certain direction of Taoism, but the zodiac people do not care, saying that a thousand Tao and ten thousand, the realm is too low, and it is not a secret, "The art of the six senses has been passed down from ancient times for tens of thousands of years. What is its original canon is no longer known. However, with the qualifications of the characters at that time and the strength of the aura of the environment, even if there is a general outline of the six senses handed down, I am afraid that it will not be able to be practiced now. So now the techniques of the six senses that you see in the Guangfa Pavilion have been created by polymaths of various sects in the past 10,000 years, and the level is different, but they are basically good... My Xuanyuan Sword Sect provides two kinds of eye recognition techniques for Xuanzhao Kaiguang disciples, Aoki Liguang and Eye Sword Technique, among them, Aoki Liguang needs a mouthful of Liquan water in the mountain gate of the Sword Sect to help cultivate, and the eye sword technique needs the cooperation of the sword cultivation in the door, both of which are not what you can do at present... ”

"But don't be disappointed, in fact, there are also several excellent Six Consciousness Techniques in the Guangfa Pavilion, which come from the legends of other top sects, which are not inferior to our Xuanyuan Sword Sect, such as the Purple Gold Pupil Technique, which is the best Pupil Technique from Shangqing Guan, and several other knowledge techniques are also powerful transmissions, which should not be underestimated. . . ."

"Thank you Huang Lao for your advice... Li Ji bowed down again, the two chatted happily, Li Ji no longer led the topic to Xiuzhen, the first time he drank alcohol, he needed to pay attention to proportion.

This wine, until the two of them dispersed after a while, the zodiac people were in a good mood, and Li Ji, who only felt that he was a good informed and sensible drinking friend, so he made an appointment for the day after tomorrow, which was rare for him.

Li Jigao swayed on the street with one foot and one foot low, not that he was drunk, but that he vaguely felt that someone seemed to be following him all the time.

The wine in this world is similar to his previous life, and Li Ji himself is not a person who can drink, but of course he is different from ordinary people with martial arts, he is a mortal martial artist, and he can also achieve the effect of not getting drunk through the operation of internal force, not to mention a Taoist with mana.

The cultivation realm follows others, and it is divided into realms. If Yuanying Zhenren wants to find out someone's whereabouts, he only needs to think about it, and all things in the city will appear like a scene, of course, it is not effective for monks in the same realm; The Jindan Dao people followed, as long as they buried a wisp of divine consciousness, they couldn't get rid of it in the city; The foundation building monks have to work their legs and feet, of course, they can be farther away from the target if they already have a preliminary divine sense, and the chance of being discovered is greatly reduced; In the end, there is the tailgating of the non-stream, this will only happen to the Xuanzhao Enlightenment Stage monks, no way, the low-level monks have no divine sense, and they can't learn a few spells, in a sense, they are really not much different from the powerful mortal martial artists.

Of course, it is these unpopular goods that follow Li Ji, who is not in the stream, but Li Ji is not an ordinary person, and the soul that has crossed makes him have a deep sense of crisis all the time, to put it bluntly, he is a person who looks back from time to time while walking.

It's not difficult to determine who the stalker is, as the target is a drunk who walks unsteadily, so the stalker is somewhat random. Through the mirror, the corner, and a transparent store, Li Ji easily identified the stalker, a young man with an obscene face, and he never knew him, this inexplicable thing made Li Ji very vigilant.

He could not judge the intentions of the other party, by whom and for what reason? This is not Cixi Town, he can't be rude directly, fortunately, the rules of Xuanyuan City are strict, Li Ji is on duty as the wheel of the palace, even if he is not a formal civil servant, he is also a contracted worker with an establishment, he is half a person in the system, no one will easily provoke the system, that is to die.

Because of the rapid crossing of several streets, Li Ji was not familiar with the environment he was in now, but fortunately, his tail had been thrown off. Li Ji was worried that he would be hung by the stalker in an unfamiliar place, so he planned to find a place to rest and look around, a two-story stone building with a plaque of 'Xichang Tea House' appeared in front of him, and it was a good choice to drink tea after drinking, but what was going on in Xichang? Is it the Xichang of the 'June Lantern Festival'? Li Ji walked into the teahouse with curiosity.

The guests who went upstairs to taste tea came but came from the old people. As soon as Li Ji climbed to the second floor of the teahouse, he saw a familiar figure, sitting behind the wide tea table and reading a book.

Finding a place to sit down at the window, Li Ji asked Dr. Tea for a cup of Changshui wide needle, and silently tasted tea alone. The location of this teahouse is very good, the window side is looking at the endless Xuanyuan Snow Field, there is a dusty extraordinary artistic conception, sitting here, emptying yourself, as if fused with the whole world together. . .

Li Ji didn't deliberately go to Wei Xiaoniang to speak, strictly speaking, they were just strangers who had just had a transaction. The red dust is bustling, the origin is the end, and the aggregation is impermanent. It is not necessary to meet each other, and it is not necessary to meet each other. In this unpredictable world, it is enough to know that the people you know are well.

Most of the people who come to Xichang Tea House are regular customers and people with taste. This place is a bit remote, and people who are nostalgic for red dust will not like this place. The biggest feature of a tasteful place is that it is quiet, between the guests, between the guests and the shopkeeper Wei Xiaoniang, and between the tea doctors, they are respectful and plain as water. . .

Li Ji likes this atmosphere very much, he can think about his problems quietly, and no one disturbs, whether it is good or malicious. There are magnificent snowfields to look at when you are idle, and of course, there is also the plump and very feminine Wei Xiao Lady.

Beauty is a painting, but also a poem... provided that you do not come near ... When you get closer, she may be a delicacy, or maybe a pit... Li Ji enjoyed the process of appreciation, but he wouldn't run over to talk to him, asking questions such as why he came to Xuanyuan City. This little lady is a person with a story.,Since you can't help others.,Why bother to inquire so clearly?,Asking for trouble?。。。

After drinking the fragrant tea in a quarter of an hour, it is estimated that the stalker has also gone far, and Li Ji has checked out and left. From beginning to end, I just had a conversation with Dr. Tea, just like the beautiful shopkeeper sitting behind the tea table, I never cared if there was a special guest today...

Not long after Li Ji left, a fourteen or five-year-old boy with a feminine and handsome face came to Wei Xiaoniang, "Sister, I'm back... ”

In an instant, Wei Xiaoniang's smile bloomed like a flower, and she no longer had her usual cold and indifferent appearance, "Ziyu is back, are you tired today?" My sister boiled the silver clam lotus ear soup... ”