Qi Wuhuo said curiously:

"See all the senior brothers?"

The old man looked at him and shook his head:

"You, are you looking forward to it now? You always have to meet you."

"But it's just now that night is coming, and you can't waste your good time. I used to tell you that whether you refine the essence or breathe the vitality, there are time limits, but if you eat some good things today, you won't limit it."

“Look at how long you can meditate.”

Qi Wuhuo nodded, suppressed the curiosity and expectation in his heart, and then sat in front of the boat, facing the night breeze, held his left hand with his right hand, touched his thumb lightly, held his breath and concentrated, and refined his vitality.

But after just breathing it once, I felt a faint flowing light flying into my mouth.

Like the moonlight.

Picking the moonlight is not a problem.

But it seems to be particularly rich here.

Strongly incredible—

A mouthful of moonlight entered my stomach.

The clear air from the foods eaten in the body suddenly started to run violently.

When a person who practices, when he first starts, he needs to breathe his vital energy and refine the essence of life treasures all over his body to achieve perfection.

This step should have been slowly coming, and it was water grinding. When Qi Wuhuo was young, he experienced disasters and suffered losses in his body. Just like there were cracks on the water tank, the vital energy would always dissipate. Now, the extremely powerful vital energy gathered. When he breathed, it rolled through his body like a vast ocean, and the clear energy rose in his body to make up for the cracks.

There is also the moonlight tempering and the essence of the essence is refined.

At this time, Qi Wuhuo's feeling was not as calm as ordinary practice, but two breaths inside and outside intersected, filled with swelling and pain. The cracks on its own foundation were repaired and repaired, and there was also sourness and numbness. Many feelings appeared at the same time, but they had to maintain their breath remained unchaotic and still calm. The feeling was like falling off a cliff, and only one hand grabbed the cliff wall of the cliff.

With one hand, I supported my whole body with a force, which was extremely sore and soft, and had a faint pain, as if I could not support myself and would fall from the cliff. I had a premonition that once this happened, the two clear air would hedge and naturally dissipate from my body.

Qi Wuhuo's eyes closed and he breathed slowly.

Although my body was extremely painful and uncomfortable, I still maintained the calmness of my qi and the peaceful breathing.

The old man nodded and laughed at himself, and was already at the top of the ship.

"The sun rises and the moon sets, and the sun is the heart, nature, and the soul; the moon is the kidney, life, and the primordial qi."

"Only by cultivating both nature and life, can one achieve the right path."

The young Taoist doesn't know.

Just breathing and practicing.

This vast and vast river seemed to have no boundaries. There were layers of starlight in the ripples, as if reflecting the stars in the sky. However, when you look up, there were no stars. There was silent inside. Only this giant ship slowly moved forward, breaking through the layers of water waves and ripples.

The night wind is gentle and the moon is gone.

Looking down, the moon is in the water.

A huge full moon was only under this huge ship, and the moon was flowing, as if holding this ship.

Above the ship, the boy breathed peacefully.

The whole body seemed to be covered with a faint layer of moonlight.

Qi Wuhuo didn't know how long he had been breathing, but he knew that the feeling was extremely swelling and painful, but he just told himself in his heart to hold on for a while, and then hold on for a while, time slowly passed, and the tingling feeling finally slowly dissipated, and the sore and numb feeling disappeared.

It was as if the cracks in one's body were slowly being filled and gradually disappeared.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but the boy’s body moved slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

What you see in front of you is not seeing the light of day.

Only the purple clouds in the sky reflect into your eyes.

When he started meditating and closed his eyes, the place where he sat was a giant ship that could accommodate thousands of people. At this moment, the ship had disappeared, and the sky was filled with light, like the sky was in the water. The place where the boy sat cross-legged was just a branch, with layers of ripples, his hands were sealed in front of him, and his Taoist robe and cloud sleeves were hanging down.

I was at peace and didn’t have any thoughts, but I just felt that the current scene made me feel inexplicably quiet.

Taoist meditates in Zixia.

Gulls and herons forget their machines.

Again forgetful.

I don’t know how long it took, until the purple cloud light gradually disappeared, and the storm gradually began, and suddenly a laugh came from afar. Qi Wuhuo saw that the old man was standing by the river bank, and he smiled:

"Have Wukuo woke up?"

"Come on."

Qi Wuhuo originally had no thoughts on the dust.

At this moment, there were ripples, but it was [object].

This change immediately could not maintain its elegant and dusty posture, and shook it, and with a whisper, it fell into the water.

The old man laughed loudly, as if he was rarely seen like this young and mature disciple, and he was in a much happier mood.

He waved his hand again and asked the young man to come to the shore. Qi Wuhuo coughed and got up, his black hair was wet, and he raised his hand and wiped his forehead with his cuffs.

The old man looked at him and smiled:

"You were not attached to anything in your mind before, and you could be able to mix with everything, so you could maintain that mysterious state of mind."

"After your thoughts fluctuate, you will naturally fall into the water, haha."

Qi Wuhuo seemed to show a little dissatisfaction and said, "It's just that my cultivation is still a little short of my life."

"If the cultivation level can be higher, it will be fine."

The old man smiled and said, "Then I'm just waiting to see."

When Qi Wuhuo turned around and looked, the branch was still in the water, all of which were wet. It was rolled up and down by the water on the undulating waves, slapped on the shore, stained with tiny sand and gravel. It looked a bit lonely and pitiful than the prosperity of yesterday. The young Taoist thought about it and picked up the branch.

The old man said, "Why, are you still reluctant to let it go?"

Qi Wuhuo said, "It's a pity that it suddenly feels thrown here."

The old man laughed in silence.

I watched the child wash the branch with clean water and wipe it clean, and there was nothing else to put it. Although the sword box could store things, there was a piano, a sword, and a few volumes of books inside. After a few books, there seemed to be no space. I was worried that I would accidentally break the book, so I thought about it.

It just wore it around the waist and inserted it into the silk ribbon.

The old man looked at the young Taoist, shook his head and said kindly.

Qi Wuhuo said, "Teacher, which senior brother should we look for?"

The old man caressed his beard and said, "Go to the first place first and follow me."

He walked forward, Qi Wuhuo followed behind with his sword box on his back, and asked curiously:

"What kind of person is this senior brother, teacher."

The boy heard the old man smiling and said:

"Is he? I'll think about it."

"He is ranked in the capital of the capital and is named Zuntian Shi."

"The emperor respected him, and all officials bowed their heads and built the immortal platform to observe all things and all things, and remember the stars to stay."

With the old man's low moan, the surrounding pictures lingered, and the turbulent scenery gradually dissipated. Instead, it was replaced by the bustling streets of the capital. The sound of vendors along the road could be heard in my ears, and the sound of people coming and going. Some snow fell in the capital, with red walls and glazed tiles, and red doors and high walls. Suddenly, the world was also pure. The old man led the young man forward, with a sound of snow under his feet, and his tone was introduced peacefully:

"Open a tunnel museum and connect with Tongwen Museum, and the world's clear streams are in the entrance."

"Every thirty days, the preaching of the Dharma is held, and the myths are discussed. It is said that one can know the misfortunes and blessings of eternal times, and one can know the opportunities of thousands of miles."

"I am called Master Xuanzhen, and I have tens of thousands of disciples."

"He is called a ancestor and a true man of Taoism, but he acts simply. He is not good at women and does not want to enjoy luxury. He only focuses on practicing Taoism."

The old man took out the money and bought a roasted sweet potato for the boy. The young Taoist in a blue shirt held it in his hands, stuttered it, and exhaled the heat.

The old man took him forward and slowly introduced the senior brother.

As his steps stopped, Qi Wuhuo held the warm roasted sweet potato and looked up. He saw a huge and simple building. He could faintly hear the sound of various magical instruments playing music. People with some cultivation entered here respectfully. The cars and rides of the nobles outside continued to spread out, almost filling the Suzaku Street.

In addition to the nobles, there are also ordinary people wearing cloth clothes and hemp shoes.

There are great scholars in chatting and laughing, and there are white Dings in exchanges.

When you look up, you can see that the pine and cypress trees grow very high, so that even the high walls of this building cannot cover the falling canopy, and you can easily hear the sound of Taoism.

It tells the Taoism of the innate Qi.

The mystery and difficulty are profound and have become a system, which is much higher than Qi Wuhu's understanding.

The old man stroked his beard and said, "He is the first person you want to meet. I met him three hundred and seventy years ago. Even in a ruined temple on a rainy night, he could study hard, be skilled, talented, able to talk about major affairs in the world, and also talk about the mysterious Taoism, saying that he wanted to help the world. He talked about the five hundred-year plan in one game of chess, and now he has achieved it."

"I once gave the Taoist name [Yuyang], Wukuai, today you will see him."

"It's also you [to see] yourself."

Qi Wuhuo finished the roasted sweet potato in two bites, and it was steaming. There was still some joy in seeing his senior brother in his eyes, saying:

"What do I want to say?"

The old man replied, "I would like to follow me to practice."

The old man's voice was gentle and calm as always:

"If it's not today, he will come out."

"Otherwise, just take it back."

Qi Wuhuo's body paused, and felt the weight of this sentence and the faint plain and coldness, not the tone or other coldness, because the old man was still gentle, and the coldness was a larger existence that the age of young man could not describe and describe.

I suddenly realized that the last lesson of separation in today's journey seemed to be different from what I thought.

Qi Wuhuo subconsciously glanced at the teacher. This time Qi Wuhuo could not see the old man's eyes clearly.

In countless memories later, these eyes were not happy or sad, but were extremely tolerant and peaceful.

I just feel like the vast and vast road, plain and distant.

The old man stroked his hair with his palm and said gently:
Chapter completed!