The old ox knelt on the ground obediently.
The star god of the Altair constellation next to him.
The two thieves are good at fighting. Just say that when people in the world describe a heroic spirit as "angry as a bull", you know that Niu Su Xingjun is a top-notch fighter. And the old ox was also a devil among the monsters. The fighting between the monster tribes is no less than that between humans and monsters. This guy is able to do cross-tribal weapons and magic weapon business between different monster tribes, which shows his skills.
But now both of them are so honest that they can't be any more honest.
The Goddess of the Weaver Girl.
Among the descendants of the Northern Emperor, he is the one who is closest to the Northern Emperor.
At the age of nineteen, he could weave clouds into treasures.
Created the magical power of pulling machines and weaving clouds.
Son of the Northern Emperor of the previous generation.
He was on military duty outside and could only come back once every hundred years. When he came back, he found that his daughter had suddenly disappeared. There had been no sign of her for several days. His beautiful face was already full of coldness. He sat on a chair with a sword on one side. The sword was three feet and seven inches long and had a sharp edge. He said:
"So, you two, a father and an uncle, don't know where Yunqin went?"
"Um?"
A heroic man with the courage to fight a bull.
The devil king of the demon race.
Qiqi looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. He was as honest as a child who would not say a word even if bullied.
They were not the ones who used to laugh wildly and beat other people's heads into their chests, or who used to laugh wildly and shout the name of a certain plant while besieging the city of the demon tribe like a cow; nor were they the heroes who were swordsmen in the world and roamed the world and would draw their swords to fight at the slightest disagreement, but they were two cowards.
The old ox is extremely honest.
Don't look at me, don't look at me...
My scalp is tingling.
Gritted his teeth.
He nudged the Niu Su Xingjun next to him with his elbow and said, "Lao Yun, say something."
"You are the child's father, don't just stand there like a log."
You should take the blame now!
Niu Su Xingjun was furious, and he bumped his elbow and said in a low voice: "Aren't you the old cow who has been playing with Yunqin?"
"They all played finger-guessing games with the Four Heavenly Kings, and went to the White Tiger Guard to stare at the sword forging."
"You have been to all the major palaces in the world."
"Yunqin is so fast now, isn't it because you brought her up since she was little?"
The best friend back then sold out all his underwear to the man opposite him. The Weaver Girl sat on a chair, her right leg resting lightly on her left calf, one hand supporting her chin, her brows slightly raised, her expression lazy, but her eyes were cold, with light red eyeshadow in the corners of her eyes. Her makeup was cold and majestic, with tiny starlight in the depths of her eyes, and her hair was complicated and elegant.
He looked at the two Star Lords who were blaming each other, watching them elbow each other first, then fight with fists and feet, and finally entangle their arms and put their heads together, like human wrestling. He sighed, and even if he was very, he dispersed a lot of it. Beidi was not anxious, which meant that Yunqin was not in any danger. He said lightly: "Kneel back."
"Yeah, okay."
“…”
Zhinu raised her sword and said in a cold tone, "You two wait here for Yunqin to come back."
"I'll go ask Grandpa."
The Goddess of Weaver Girl had never lost her temper in the past, and her relationship with the Goddess of Ox was known to everyone in the Heavenly Palace. It was regarded as a good story. They came down to the mortal world together to experience tribulations and reincarnations, and they were able to support each other in their cultivation and return. This made the Kuimu Wolf very envious, and he sighed several times while drinking to express his envy.
It seems that Fairy Yunqin will never come back this time.
And he missed the ritual of Beidizi.
This made the previous Northern Emperor's son, the Goddess of Weaver Girl, so angry.
That's why, this usually gentle and cold beauty got angry for the first time.
This immediately made the two generals of the fighting department become intimidated.
He rode on a cloud all the way and entered the Beidi Palace. However, when he asked the Beidi, he did not show up. He only said that Yunqin was fine and there was no need to worry. The Weaver Girl was helpless and turned away. The Zuo Fu Star Lord saw the former son of the Beidi off and watched him go away before turning back.
Beidizi is a title passed down from generation to generation, representing a kind of recognition rather than an honor or capital for arbitrary behavior.
It was not the name that frightened the immortals.
Rather, it is the amazing potential possessed by the practitioner who bears this name.
Once its potential was lost, Beidi's recognition was lost.
Or if you do something that violates the Northern Emperor's taboos, you will lose this title.
Once the title is lost, the guidance and resources allocated to the Northern Emperor will be taken away immediately.
No different from ordinary Doubu immortals and gods.
Zuo Fu Xingjun watched Zhi Nu Su leave, always smiling, and sighed slightly: "She might go and cause trouble for the little guy who has a good relationship with Yun Qin'er. It can't be considered trouble. It can only be said that when a mother becomes a mother, her personality will change, and she will inevitably worry about her daughter making friends with the wrong people."
"But Nvxiu Xingjun has experienced disasters after all, so she won't go too far and knows her limits."
"There's no need to worry."
When he turned back, he went to pay respect to the Northern Emperor. Tian Peng Da Zhen Jun also came here. The Northern Emperor drank tea and played chess with Tian Peng. Suddenly, he lowered his eyes and said lightly: "** Demon, first he broke the node of the disaster in Zhongzhou, delayed Ji Du, and then noticed the abnormality of Fengdu City and stabilized the Five Ghost Emperors. His merits, if he is not a disciple of the Supreme Disciple, what grade should he be ranked."
Tianpeng picked up a child, sat cross-legged opposite him, and replied: "...If it is not the lineage of the Supreme."
"Wait until he finishes the work in Fengdu City."
"You should have the opportunity to be promoted to the fifth-rank general of the Exorcist Institute, and have the title of Nine Heavens Honored added before your name."
"I am the Nine Heavens Demon of the North Pole of the Central Sky, and I accept the duties of the Traveling Envoy."
Tian Peng Da Zhen Jun changed his tone and said:
"However, because he was directly taught by the Supreme lineage, he completed the Five Ghost Emperors of Fengdu City and suppressed them a hundred times, so he is at most the eighth rank."
"He is the law enforcement officer of the Left Army of Exorcism."
Beidi said in a calm voice: "The Great Master lineage..."
“What a pity.”
"If he were not a disciple of the Three Pure Ones, he should have joined the North Pole Exorcism Institute system, been personally instructed by Taibai and you, accumulated merits and promotions, and could have become famous. In this case, the Weaver Girl would not have anything to say about him, and would probably approve of Yunqin's relationship with him."
Tian Peng smiled slightly and said calmly: "The Supreme lineage can only be like this."
"If he wasn't from the Supreme lineage, he might not be able to resolve the disaster in Zhongzhou. It should be like this. Since he has obtained the best inheritance, he should bear the most difficult responsibilities. Teacher has always taught us this, and I dare not forget it at all."
Beidi made a move and said, "In that case, change it to double."
Great True Lord Tianpeng was surprised.
"Do you want to make it twice as difficult for him to accumulate merit and advance to a higher position as for ordinary people?"
"No."
Beidi's tone was calm and indifferent. He placed a piece on the board, ending the game. He then retracted his right hand, letting his sleeves fall onto the board. He replied calmly, "It's twice as much as before, two hundred times as much as an ordinary person."
Two hundred times more difficult.
Two hundred times the pressure of the disaster.
Only then can you help others survive a disaster.
If others save a hundred people, you need to save twenty thousand people. If others can overcome ten calamities, you can overcome two thousand calamities.
Even Tianpeng's expression was slightly moved.
…
In the human world, the young Taoist discussed the rudiments of his own skills with the middle-aged man in front of him. The middle-aged Taoist with extraordinary bearing simply said, "It is not an ordinary thing to realize the skills by yourself, but why do you only focus on the high realm and ignore the most basic theory of Qi body?"
He pointed his finger at the young Taoist who was motionless and didn't dare to move at all, and said calmly:
"I have already told you that the Qi and body are one. Then you should disperse your own Qi into your body, and use the heaven and earth as a furnace to temper and forge it. Your body and Qi will become one. Your every move will be like that of an ordinary Taoist, activating the Yuan Qi, and the flow of the Yuan Qi is the so-called magical power."
"You push the door, stamp your feet, it's all magic, every move you make is magical."
"Those mundane things naturally couldn't stop you. You smashed them all."
The young Taoist suddenly understood.
"Moving Qi is a magical power. My current body is no different from Qi."
"The action itself is similar to a magical power."
Taoist Qingyu said calmly: "You are not stupid for reacting now. You can't get along with others with your behavior. You can kill people by accident. Stay with me first and learn to control your strength... Humph, you are the only one who created a martial art but was controlled by it."
The young Taoist said sincerely: "I am a foolish young man, thank you for your guidance."
Taoist Qingyu looked at him.
After a long time, he said, "Calm your mind for now."
"Do you know how to practice meditation to circulate qi?"
"yes."
The young Taoist recounted the philosophy his teacher had taught him, and mentioned that his teacher had said that meditation and qigong also require rest, and should not exceed a certain amount of time each day. Taoist Qingyu glanced at Qi Wuhuo and said calmly, "His approach is correct, but that is a leisurely and free way. You have already passed that stage."
"Now the Qi in your body is dispersing into your spirit and the power is condensed. You need to use the method of moving Qi all the time to maintain my spirituality and keep it still. Only in this way can it be possible." He then raised his hand and threw something towards Qi Wuhuo. Upon closer inspection, it was a long stick as thick as a wrist, which was plain and ordinary. It landed lightly in front of the young Taoist and stuck upside down on the ground.
Taoist Qingyu said: "That's great, you can hone your martial arts."
The young Taoist was full of doubts.
A very irrational feeling came over me.
Then, in a blink of an eye, it was defined as a very reasonable thing for a kind-hearted neighbor to help him hone his martial arts. There was no need to make a fuss. He subconsciously reached out to hold the weapon and said instinctively: "I have also learned martial arts in the world, but it was useless just now. The wooden door was directly broken apart... Hmm!!!"
The young Taoist tilted his body and was unable to lift the ancient stick.
"This is……"
Taoist Qingyu said calmly: "This?"
"It's just a pile that my family uses to support the house. Just take this thing and lift it up first."
Qi Wuhuo took a deep breath and tried several times, constantly adjusting his Qi and body, before he could barely hold the ancient long stick in his hand. Taoist Qingyu said in a flat voice: "The body inherits all the ways, the Qi transforms all the methods, and the body is forged."
"Hold it and refine your Qi."
The young Taoist was stunned and subconsciously looked at the Taoist Qingyu who was standing with his hands behind his back.
"Refining Qi?"
Since ancient times, one needs to be quiet and concentrate when practicing Qigong. Otherwise, the Qi circulation will be disordered, and one will have a restless Qi state of mind.
Taoist Qingyu said coldly: "Why, can't you do it?"
The young Taoist hesitated for a moment and replied, "...That seems to go against the conventional path of cultivation."
Taoist Qingyu said: "Conventional cultivation is to prepare a path for future generations, and you should not take this path. It is a torture for ordinary people to take the path of geniuses, and it is also a humiliation for talented people to take the path of ordinary people. Humph... Supreme... Supreme..."
The young Taoist raised his eyes and was about to ask.
Then he forgot that Taoist Qingyu had ever mentioned his teacher's name.
But his trust in Taoist Qingyu increased instinctively.
Taoist Qingyu said calmly: "Anyone who practices Qi does not mean to sit upright with eyes closed, that is false practice."
"True practitioners must maintain a mind like Mount Tai, unmoving and unshakable, for twelve hours, whether walking, standing, sitting or lying down, in all situations of movement or stillness."
"Stop the four doors of eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and don't let the outside world in."
"Everything is extinguished, but my heart remains unchanged."
"You are the creation of Qi, why do you need to rest after exercising Qi? Isn't that ridiculous?!"
The young Taoist muttered to himself, and Taoist Qingyu raised his hand and pressed it on Qi Wuhuo's brow, allowing him to feel the mystery of the movement of the body while the mind was still, and the rotation of movement and stillness. Then he raised his right hand again and watched Qi Wuhuo try to control the refining of Qi and control his body in daily life.
However, this bronze stick was also constantly absorbing the Qi from the young Taoist's body.
It prevents his Qi from flowing normally.
You must use all your strength to compete with this weapon for your own Qi.
He also had to control his Qi and keep it flowing safely during the fight with the weapons. When Taoist Qingyu saw that Qi Wuhuo was gradually adapting and not burying himself while walking, he casually broke off a willow branch and hit Qi Wuhuo directly. If the young Taoist did not want to be hit, he had to dodge while holding the incredibly heavy stick in this situation.
It was clearly just an ordinary willow branch. Once it was hit, all the Qi in the body would be dispersed.
However, if you use too much force and lose the ability to control Qi during rapid movements, you will bury yourself in the soil.
The young Taoist was beaten so badly that he fell to the ground.
Breathing heavily.
It was pushed to the limit just right, but not to the point of damaging the foundation.
But even at this time, he had to use his soul to circulate his own Qi, otherwise he would be buried if he sat on the ground like this. Taoist Qingyu lowered his eyes, threw down the branch casually, and said lightly: "Remember to cook."
Turning around, I saw Hou Tu Huang Di Ji under the plum tree.
The latter frowned as he watched this scene: "Yuqing, this is too harsh."
Yuqing said calmly: "Strict?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Improvement and cultivation are inherently painful."
"If you feel relaxed when doing things, it only means that there is no improvement in these things. If you have talent, you should fully develop it. Only the fire-forged body can be called a true talent."
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji watched the young Taoist climb up, and then his body was shaking slightly, but he had to hold the long stick. When he scanned the ancient pattern on it, Hou Tu Huang Di Ji's expression was slightly moved, and he said: "This is..."
"The pillars used to support the sky in the Second Tribulation Era?"
"you……"
Taoist Qingyu said calmly: "Don't worry, this thing can adjust its weight by itself, it won't crush him to death."
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji said: "All living things are in various forms, each with its own achievements, just like a hundred flowers in full bloom, each with its own beauty."
"It is also overbearing to impose your own ideas on others."
Taoist Qingyu said: "Using the talents of gold and jade to pave the road, what else is it but a waste? Using the beautiful wood that could be carved into treasures, but using it to burn firewood, what else is it but stupid? Getting the beautiful jade from Kunshan, but throwing it into the river, saying that it is inaction, and saying that it can be turned into treasure by the impact of the waves of the lake and the sea, what else is it but arrogance?!"
Hou Tu Huang Di Zhi felt a kind of anger in the calm.
Helpless, he advised: "All living things are in various forms, and not all of them have to be as talented as you think."
"This world is like this, isn't it? Only with a myriad of flowers can it be a magnificent sight."
"If you want to shape everything in the world into your own talents, wouldn't that be boring?"
Taoist Qingyu seemed to agree, nodded, and said, "That's right."
Then he said calmly: "However, as far as I can see, I don't need waste."
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji was speechless and could only say:
"You want to teach him martial arts?"
Taoist Qingyu said calmly: "It's just laying the foundation. The weapon is a stick. This thing is just a load, not a weapon."
"His weapon is that sword, but he can also lay a good foundation for swordsmanship by using the stick method."
"The staff is the ancestor of all weapons. The techniques of many weapons can be traced back to the staff. It is also the easiest weapon to learn. The stabbing of spears and halberds is derived from the points of the staff, and the slashing of swords and knives is similar to the swinging of the staff."
"If he really learns how to use a staff, then he can use most of the thirty-six weapons at will."
"After going through hardships and entering the world, there will always be a time when it will be useful."
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji asked: "Are you not going to teach him some skills or something?"
“No need.”
Taoist Qingyu said calmly: "I will lower my realm. When he carries this thing and can avoid my attacks, it will be his physical skills. If he can hold this stick and hit me once, it will be his martial arts skills."
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji saw the calmness in Qingyu Taoist's eyes and the pure sincerity beneath his arrogance, and knew that He simply saw the talent and beauty and could not bear to give them up. He was afraid that the young Taoist would suffer. That day, the young Taoist was exhausted and barely managed to prepare the meal. When he walked out with the dishes and chopsticks, another woman came here.
But I found that her appearance was very kind. Although she was not very beautiful, she gave people a sense of elegance.
She smiled at the young Taoist, then retracted her gaze and looked at Taoist Qingyu who was sitting in the main seat, bowing and saying:
"Disciple meets teacher."
"Um."
The kind-hearted woman looked at the young Taoist with a smile, sizing him up and down.
When the woman looked at him, even if she had the same temperament as the young Taoist, she felt frightened for a moment. Taoist Qingyu said succinctly: "Reasoning is like tuning a musical instrument. If you tune it too tight, the string will break. If you tune it too slow, it won't work. If you tune it in the right way, the musical instrument can be tuned."
"Just knowing how to practice asceticism is not the right way. You should also study and learn literature."
"Her name is Taiyuan, and she will teach you knowledge, writing, and etiquette every day."
The young Taoist opened his mouth and stammered, "Junior, you don't need these anymore, right?"
Taoist Qingyu said calmly: "In the beginning of ancient times, who taught the Tao? How can we study it when there is no upper or lower form?"
"You know the languages and customs of the ancient immortals and gods, the ways in which innate creatures communicate, the languages of the dragon and phoenix tribes, the etiquette of the ancient times, the methods of deciphering ancient ruins, and the historical records from the first to the fifth calamity eras. Do you know how to maintain etiquette when facing innate creatures from the ancient times, and how to express that you are not hostile?"
"If you don't even understand these, you don't have the right to go out."
"Go study."
"Remember, during the twelve hours of a day, you must not stagnate in the circulation of Qi. You must move between action and inaction."
"Go ahead."
The young Taoist felt his scalp tingling.
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji watched the woman pulling the young Taoist to one side to read and teach him characters.
Ripples appeared in the void. The speed of time in that courtyard was different from that in the outside world. Hou Tu Huang Di Ji seemed to be thinking about something and said, "The Holy Mother of Taiyuan... was born in the second calamity era."
"The second of the Twelve Saints of Jade Purity Yuanshi Tianzun."
Yuan Ying Yuan Jun on the side asked in confusion: "I seem to have heard of this person's name before."
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji said: "Her name is not well-known. Among the Twelve Saints, she is not good at fighting, unlike Tian Peng."
"But you may have heard of her son and daughter."
Yuanying Yuanjun was puzzled.
Hou Tu Huang Di Zhi said calmly: "One is the Queen Mother of the West."
"One, Lord Dong."
!!!!!!!
Yuanying Yuanjun's expression suddenly changed.
Hou Tu Huang Di Ji sighed. The lineage of Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun is extremely difficult to enter, and also extremely difficult to leave. But once you leave, they have no shortcomings. They are all the most talented people in the world. They have all dominated an era. Even if it is just laying the foundation, the difficulty is still amazing to her. She couldn't help but think of a possibility. If the young man entered Yuqing from the beginning, would it be better?
…
At that time, the young Taoist priest was under unprecedented pressure.
A certain girl who had 'run away from home' walked briskly back to Niu Su, and immediately saw her father and Uncle Niu kneeling there. She was puzzled at first, but then she waved and said with a bright smile, "Daddy, Uncle Niu!"
"I'm back to playing!"
Then the girl saw the horrified looks on her father and Uncle Niu’s faces.
Swooped behind him.
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