Qi Wuhuo looked at the old man and nodded in response, and as soon as he moved, the original aura that was in harmony with nature dissipated.

The birds were frightened and flew away.

The old man watched the bird fly away and said with a smile: "When you refine the innate Qi, you can merge with the nature of heaven and earth. At that time, no beasts or birds will be alarmed by you."

The old man knew at a glance that Qi Wuhuo had already developed his vital energy.

This is not like the internal energy pursued by martial artists in the martial arts world. It does not have much effect in killing enemies. Yuan Qi, Yuan Jing, and Yuan Shen are meant to push a person's physical and mental state to the most perfect stage.

Then, in this most perfect state, one embarks on the path of cultivation.

The old man retracted his gaze, stroked his beard and said, "Today is your first time to meditate and breathe for five full hours. You shouldn't do this in the past. Long periods of meditation will not only damage your body, but also your mind. Half an hour will be enough."

Qi Wuhuo nodded.

He closed his eyes, feeling the changes happening in his body. His breathing became longer, his spirit was above him, his breath was complete, his vital energy was flowing continuously, flowing through his flesh and blood. He had a special feeling, as if his body was undergoing a subtle improvement.

Although it is slow, it lasts for a long time.

The splitting headache and feeling of weakness that he had felt before after mobilizing his soul also disappeared. The contrast between the feelings before and after was as if his feet were suspended in the air before, but now he was finally standing on the ground, and his heart suddenly felt much more at ease.

The old man was beside him, brewing tea over a small red clay stove. He smiled faintly and said, "My Taoist entry-level and advanced kung fu are divided into [Life Kung Fu] and [Sexology]."

"Sexology is about planting a lotus in the fire, while life skills are about seeking the mystery under the water."

Qi Wuhuo said: "Seeking the mysterious under the water..."

"Kan represents water, refers to kidney function, and represents primordial essence."

The old man smiled and clapped his hands, saying:

"Yes, that is what I mean. Yuan Jing Kung Fu is the most important. There are many schools. They do not know the difference between Qi and Qi. They simply use Yuan Qi to combine Yuan Shen, step into the Dao, and cultivate Yin Shen out of the body."

"There will be suffering in the future."

"Those who eat air are immortal, and those who are divine live forever."

"When Qi and spirit merge and Yuan Jing is abandoned, it may seem like one has achieved freedom, but in the end, one will only end up as a withered bone in a grave."

"I can only cultivate into a [Corpse Reincarnation Immortal]."

Qi Wuhuo asked: "How can I cultivate my essence to the extreme?"

The old man said: "For ordinary people to practice, they would devour a large amount of flesh and blood, and then temper it with martial arts to strengthen their own flesh and blood. Their blood and qi would be like mercury and as vast as smoke. However, this is the way of the acquired to go against the innate."

"In Taoism, the essence is pure and unmixed."

“The core is purity.”

"As for you, your soul has already been achieved. You can use your soul to stimulate your vital energy, and your vital energy will flow through your blood. The next step is to work hard, and you will naturally be able to achieve pure essence bit by bit. However..."

The old man paused, looked at the young man with shining eyes, and said with a playful smile: "Because of the jade pillow of Taoist Huolong, your Yuanshen is much stronger than your Qi and Yuanjing. If you don't want to take unorthodox ways, it may take thirty to fifty years to cultivate the three to a similar limit."

“By then, your Qi and blood might decline, your vitality might dissipate, and you will not be able to set foot on the Great Dao after all. You can only achieve a full lifespan. At least, if you cultivate to become a corpse-transmuting immortal, you can stay in the world for three to five hundred years. Even after your body decays, your soul will not die.”

"If you are lucky, you can receive the imperial edict from the Heavenly Emperor, eat some natural treasures, and live longer."

The young man cupped his hands and said, "I wish to ask for the great way."

“What a great ambition!”

The old man laughed, then waved his hand and said:

"But, as I said, I will only teach you one move."

"You can use this move as you wish, exchange it with others, or pass it on to others, but I will not teach you the second move."

"I will never break my promise."

Qi Wuhuo said sternly: "I will never forget your kindness in passing on the Dharma. How can I expect more?"

He made breakfast, steamed corn bread made from various grains, and a side dish of fried cabbage with air-dried rabbit meat. The three strings of coins given by Master Su were slightly inferior to three taels of silver in purchasing power, at about two taels and eight cents.

However, in today's world, ten pounds of flour only cost one penny of silver.

Ten kilograms of tea only cost one or two taels of silver.

Three taels of silver was a huge sum of money for Qi Wuhuo now, and he no longer had to live such a tight life. After dinner, the old man said that he had been watching over him all night and was now sleepy, so he yawned and fell asleep on his side.

Qi Wuhuo walked into a small warehouse on the side.

After opening it, it was filled with a gloomy atmosphere, with all kinds of useless objects placed inside. There was a wheel with only one left, a scale bar made of old wood with cracks on it, and many other things.

People who have experienced years of famine always subconsciously collect all kinds of things that might be useful in case of emergency. Qi Wuhuo counted his own little treasure house.

Then half of the cart was pushed open, revealing a millstone underneath.

He mustered up his strength to push the millstone open. There was a round hole underneath with a silk thread hanging in the middle. Qi Wuhuo exhaled and lifted the thread. The warehouse, which was already a bit gloomy, became even colder in an instant, with flashes of cold light.

That is a sword.

The sword of the palace soldier.

During the famine that year, even the army mutinied. On the way here, he picked up a sword and a dagger. At that time, without a sharp weapon to protect himself, it would have been difficult for him to survive.

Taking out the sword, Qi Wuhuo brushed his fingers across the sword and felt the chillness of the sword. He felt at peace in his heart, with a familiar yet strange feeling. The familiarity was in his dreams, when he traveled around the world when he was young and had learned swordsmanship.

The reason why it feels strange is that, after all, it is just a dream.

Holding the sword, he put the millstone back.

Qi Wuhuo stood in the yard. The sword should have been a little heavy for him and he couldn't wield it easily, but it was just right in his hand at this moment.

The strength he could exert at this moment was roughly equivalent to that of his sixteen or seventeen-year-old self in the dream. Qi Wuhuo grasped the hilt of the sword, exerted a little force with his wrist, and swept the sword across, making a humming sound.

Swordsmanship, or martial arts.

In addition to the lethal combat power, there is also the part of tempering the body. Only with a strong body can the lethal effect of swordsmanship be brought into play.

Although it is not completely consistent with the step of purifying essence.

However, as verified by Qi Wuhuo, the introductory part still has the effect of tempering the body. Qi Wuhuo held the sword and performed each sword move at a slow and balanced speed, stretching his muscles and bones and exercising his Qi and blood.

And Yuan Qi is the harmony of Qi and blood.

As he moved, he could feel the speed of the vital energy flowing through his flesh and blood gradually increasing, and warmth emanating from it.

This means that the refinement of the essence is a little faster.

Yuan Jing, Yuan Qi, and Yuan Shen.

If the three are cultivated to perfection, one can enter the great way.

Qi Wuhuo lowered his eyes, recalling the experiences in his dream. Years passed, the world was prosperous, but I grew old, and my movements became increasingly slow. After performing this exercise thirty times, he was already sweating all over, and in this cold winter, he was faintly steaming from his body.

Suddenly, he stepped on the ground and exerted force on his waist. The originally slow sword suddenly accelerated, tearing the air, making a dull sound, leaving behind a cold light, the momentum was quite terrifying.

The sword falls.

The wind rises.

Qi Wuhuo's aura instantly subsided like that of a turtle or a crane.

He practiced the swordplay in his dream again, firstly hoping to find a possibility to accelerate the refinement of his essence, and secondly, to give himself a means of self-defense.

If you want to achieve longevity, you need to have the support of the Dharma.

But what I seek is the great way.

What I am looking for is longevity.

One must cultivate all his energy, spirit and mind before he is willing to take the next step. Before that, there are no other methods or techniques. Swordsmanship is the most convenient and simplest.

The young man exhaled slowly.

The huge primordial spirit controls the energy and moves through the limbs, bones, and flesh.

The body trembled slightly, and the fatigue dissipated.

He opened his eyes and exhaled slowly. He held the sword horizontally in his right hand and put his left hand behind his back. His black hair fell on his temples and a fallen flower landed on the sword.

Seeing flowers bloom and fall is like seeing my life.

Qi Wuhuo's eyes were calm and determined.

Shake off the fallen petals.

"We should seek the great way."

…

Li family, family home.

After inviting Qi Wuhuo, Li Puyu heaved a sigh of relief after returning home. After that, he went out to play freely. After all, he was only a fifteen-year-old boy. He had originally planned to find his second uncle and ask him about interesting things in the capital.

But his father called his second uncle away.

So he had to go back in a depressed mood and practice the piano with the invited teacher.

At this time, Li Puyu's father looked at the middle-aged man who looked three points like him, and the gold on the table, his face froze: "You, you said you were doing business outside."

"What kind of business is this?! You can earn a hundred taels of gold in one year? There is such a profit!"

Li Puyu's second uncle Li Yixian said, "It's just a business deal."

Li Yuelin said with an unpleasant expression: "Such a huge profit, business..."

"Are you trafficking in human beings?!"

Li Yixian said: "It's not selling people."

He sighed and leaned back slightly:

"But...selling ghosts!"