As the sun rose and the moon set, the old man was worried about Qi Wuhuo, but the young Taoist directly locked the door of the woodshed. The old man wanted to call a few young men in the village to break down the door, but he was worried that the young Taoist said nothing was wrong. If he did this and disturbed him, wouldn't it be a good intention but a bad result?
I was filled with concerns for a while.
I had no choice but to wait outside.
Who knew that at night, it started to drizzle again. Winter rain is the most depressing. The cold air corrodes the muscles and bones. Even wearing cotton clothes can be difficult to resist. Young people feel uncomfortable outside, let alone an old man. He was persuaded by his family to go back and had to wait until the next morning to see the young Taoist again.
If he hasn't come out by then, we'll have to break the door down no matter what, to prevent the young man from getting sick and falling ill there.
Now is the end of the month, and there is only a crescent moon left in the sky. Wisps of black clouds gather together, covering the full moon. The rain drops in the village, which gives it a sense of tranquility. The scene is like a mist-shrouded cold water. Even with a lamp in hand, you cannot see far into the distance.
The old man looked outside and sighed, "The woodshed is leaking badly. The little Taoist priest is inside. I hope it won't get damaged by the rain."
After thinking for a while, he said to his two sons beside him:
"Please prepare two sets of clean clothes and come with me tomorrow to take a look."
The two sons agreed and went downstairs to prepare. The old man looked out the window, listening to the sound of rain in a daze, not knowing what he remembered.
And in the woodshed.
But it was not as cold and damp as the old man had guessed. Rainwater leaked from above but did not fall to the ground.
Waves of white air like clear air flowed and changed here, like clouds, but extremely hot. The rain fell, and in the blink of an eye, it was evaporated and turned into steam, mixed here, surrounding the young Taoist, which made the young Taoist look more extraordinary. However, his face was pale and he seemed to be in pain, but even so, his breathing was still smooth and steady.
Use spirit to control energy.
The vital energy accumulated from that year of meditation was quickly brought under control.
The huge soul made the flow of vital energy extremely calm and stable. When Qi Wuhuo opened his eyes again after this meditation, some sunlight was already falling on the boy through the cracks in the woodshed. He could hear the sound of birds singing in the early morning. The air was moist and slightly cold. The boy exhaled, shook his body slightly and stood up.
When I opened the door, the warm sunlight came in and the birds in the trees nearby were startled and flew up.
The branch swayed, and a drop of water fell down. The boy stretched out his hand just in time and caught the drop of water in his palm.
It made Qi Wuhuo feel a little chilly.
"Good rain..."
He looked around and found that everything he saw seemed brand new, as if it was usually covered with dust and had just been washed away. After the dream, his soul with an extraordinary foundation finally had a sense of stability. It was no longer like the past when his vital energy and essence could not support his soul, and it seemed as if the top was heavy.
Qi Wuhuo clenched his fist and sensed the power of his Yuan Jing.
When you breathe in and out, the Qi can flow around the body on its own.
【The three talents are complete】.
This is the most important foundation of the orthodox Xuanmen school. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step and ends at the destination.
Qi Wuhuo exhaled slowly, feeling the liveliness and joy of his own soul.
It’s like a person who has been hungry all his life and finally gets a full meal.
A hint of curiosity also emerged in my heart.
The foundation of his soul came from the seventy years of consciousness of his true nature in a dream, which was no less than the level of innate Qi.
Yuan Qi and Yuan Jing are the basic level of ordinary people.
Therefore, it was extremely difficult for him to practice and follow the orthodox path of Xuanmen.
The teachers all said that it would take fifty years of hard work to achieve the Three Talents.
If you just meditate for a year, how can your vital energy catch up with the foundation and attainments of your soul?
Which river has the problem?
Qi Wuhuo already had some guesses in his mind, but he did not pursue the answers persistently. At this moment, he was lively and alert, and had not yet calmed down, just like the world washed by the rain, as if everything was clearer and cleaner. The young Taoist was delighted, and saw that on the road ahead, although it was still early, there were already two or three naughty children in cotton clothes running and playing.
Or jump into the water and step in the puddle to splash the water out.
Even though their cotton-padded clothes were dirty, they were still laughing and playing happily.
They were holding a branch and playing with each other like swordsmen.
The young Taoist looked at them, and seemed to remember that he was like this six years ago... no, seven years ago.
Just seven years have passed, but it feels like a lifetime ago.
The child left with a joke.
The Taoist smiled and turned around.
With no distracting thoughts in his mind, he stretched his muscles and meditated all night. After all, he felt a little tired. Seeing those children practicing with tree branches, the young Taoist became playful. He bent down and picked up a dead branch. He brushed the branch with his left fingers, and his vital energy flowed. The forks and twigs on the branch all fell down and turned into a straight and smooth branch.
With a casual shake of his hand, the rain on the branches was shaken away. He raised his hand and waved it twice. He did not abandon the swordsmanship in Huangliang's dream, but it was still an ordinary swordsmanship after all.
Suddenly I thought of the farewell gift given by Senior Sister Yu Miao.
Whenever the mind moves, there is a burning sensation between the eyebrows, as if a scroll appears in front of the eyes, with four cloud seal characters written on it.
【Hunyuan Sword Classic】.
The elder sister created her own classic-level martial arts. She was very proud of herself when she was young. With a sword in her hand, she claimed that she could directly reach the Hunyuan realm.
Qi Wuhuo thought of the senior sister who had fought against the Heavenly Palace and needed one of the thirty-six thunder generals to help. He thought of her being trapped in love and unable to escape. He had some insights in his heart. He slowly opened the jade book, and the words inside emerged. It was the general outline of the practice created by senior sister Yu Miao.
[Swordsmen in the world have sharp eyes, sharp hands, and a clear mind, and they claim to have mastered the way of the sword.]
[A cultivator who puts his luck on the sword, comes and goes like flying, casts spells, and calls himself a sword immortal]
This seemed to mention the difference between mortal swordsmen and earthly sword immortals, but immediately below were several consecutive large characters.
The character is sharp.
[What a shame! How ridiculous! How lamentable! How pitiful!]
[As for the sword skills that people learn in recent times, those who practice them are just superficial and vulgar. ]
[My name is Yu Miao. I will establish the way of sword here. I can prove the way of Hun Yuan and become the founder of a school of sword immortals! ]
The youthful spirit is overwhelming.
Qi Wuhuo saw that the words after "my name" were blurry, and seemed to be the two words "Yu Miao", but they did not seem to exist.
He also understood that only he could know what these two words meant if he had Senior Sister Yu Miao's jade slip. But looking at these words at this moment, he seemed to see Senior Sister Yu Miao when she was young and full of vigor and vitality, holding a green sword in her hand, with eyes bright and sharp, sitting in front of him, holding the sword horizontally in front of him, stroking the green sword, and talking about swordsmanship.
[When you learn to use the sword form outside, the sword energy will be ready inside, and your body and mind will be in control.]
[Sword Qi is Gang Qi! To refine the sword, one must first refine Qi, and the key to refining Qi is to concentrate the mind.]
[When swallowing the Dou and holding the Gang, you can use water and fire, harmonize Kan and Li, the magic lies in the Yang God, the three flowers gather at the top of the head, the five qi return to the origin, and then you can enter the Tao with the sword. ]
[This sword is not a weapon for killing, but a tool for me to enter the Dao and achieve the Dao! ]
[Those who do not have this heart cannot use the sword path to return to the origin and achieve the realm of Hunyuan]
Qi Wuhuo saw the lines of text that followed. Practicing sword skills was external, while practicing the great Dao was internal. There was no doubt that after receiving the old man's teachings, he calmly walked out of his own path. This was a higher level of swordsmanship than ordinary swordsmanship. It combined Taoist skills and swordsmanship. In theory, practice of this swordsmanship could reach the realm of immortals.
This sword manual was written by Senior Sister Yu Miao herself, which shows her talent.
Qi Wuhuo saw the last paragraph of the general outline.
[The sword can be used to eliminate disasters and cut off water, to draw a line on the ground and make a river; it can cut off the seven emotions, cut off the six desires and eliminate worldly desires! ]
[Mysterious energy reaches the level of the universe, flying here and there, without a trace, making clouds and rain, like a tiger or a dragon, changing unpredictably, and turning endlessly.]
[Punish the evil party in the world, and kill the evil spirits in the underground! ]
[It can avoid disasters of water and fire, and will not drown or burn; it can resolve the chaos of war, and will ignore it. ]
Qi Wuhuo looked at the line of text and said, "Cut off the seven emotions, cut off the six desires and eliminate worldly desires..."
Thinking of the girl's gentle reply: "It's not that I can't, it's that I don't want to."
Recalling this sentence now, it seems to have a deeper meaning.
Qi Wuhuo already had the foundation of swordsmanship from Huangliang Yimeng. Now that he had obtained his senior sister's manuscript sword manual, he naturally wanted to give it a try. As he was concentrating on pondering it, suddenly his mind became stagnant, and the mountain god seal also began to move. For some reason, Qi Wuhuo felt as if he was being spied on.
The volume of "Hunyuan Sword Classic" between the eyebrows lit up slightly.
Qi Wuhuo was pondering over his sword moves, reciting the moves as he went along, and saying "kill" at the same time.
He turned around and swung his sword in the direction of his perception and the earth veins.
In the Hunyuan Sword Canon, the sword mark left by Yu Miao lit up for a moment, and then returned to its original appearance.
…
In the land temple.
Master Lingmiao was fortune-telling at the moment. When he first started, he couldn't get the result right, which made him feel a little uneasy.
"Could it be that he is a true cultivator with a background of followers and a master?"
But then I thought again, maybe his origin involved some true being, so I couldn't figure it out.
In this case, you might as well calculate its whereabouts. Once you calculate its whereabouts, it will be smooth.
Only then did I feel a little relieved.
With the help of the power of the earth gods and the method passed down by the Supreme Being, it would be difficult for others to detect.
The incense ash and incense he picked up merged into the back of a young Taoist priest. All the gods looked at him. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe, with his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin. He had a naturally gentle temperament, but because he was made of smoke, with his sleeves shrouded in clouds, he had a three-point elegant and ethereal air like an immortal.
Master Ling Miao stroked his beard and murmured, "You are thinking in the wrong way. Perhaps he is a person who has a follower but the sect doesn't care about him."
Just about to take a closer look.
The young Taoist broke off a branch and twisted it.
Many gods were curious: "Why did you break a branch?"
But he saw that the young Taoist did not turn around, but slashed back with his sword. The action was light and seemed normal, but suddenly he heard the sound of a sword.
Clang!!!
Ling Miao Gong, who was using the earth's veins and the Supreme Dharma for divination, suddenly had his hair and beard spread out.
I just felt as if my hairs were stimulated and stood up.
There seemed to be a sharp edge exploding within the earth's veins.
The next moment, the boy's calm and gentle voice was recorded along with the flow of the earth veins.
"cut."
The newly picked branches were swept across.
The smoke gathered and swept through like a sword.
It was as if the white light was as bright as a sword.
I have a sword like a dragon, hidden in a box, making a long sound.
After several breaths, the extremely sharp and domineering sword intent slowly dissipated, and the many gods could see things in front of their eyes.
What you see.
Ling Miao Gong's hair bun was cut off and the broken hair fell down. The incense burner was broken into pieces, and the image of the young Taoist priest slowly faded away.
Because he swung the sword with his backhand, his sleeves fell down.
Then the young Taoist swept away with a flick of his sleeves.
Then the smoke cleared away.
Only the plain and low humming seemed to be accompanied by the sound of the sword, and it lasted for a long time before it stopped, echoing in the ears of the gods on earth.
"Never stop."