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 is a time limit. If you go by, it will hurt your body. But today you eat it

After some good things, there is no limit."

“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 stream of 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 is practicing, he needs to breathe his vital energy and refine the essence of life treasures in 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. It was like there were cracks on the water tank, and his vitality would always dissipate. Now it is extremely powerful.

The vital energy gathers and when it breathes, it rolls through the body like a vast ocean, and the clear energy rises in the 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 filled with sourness and numbness. Many feelings appeared at the same time, but

To maintain your breath is not chaotic and still smooth, the feeling is like falling off a cliff, and only one hand grasps the cliff wall.

With one hand, I supported my whole body with a force, which was extremely sore and soft, and a slight 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 calmness of my 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 become the right path."

The young Taoist doesn't know.

Just breathing and practicing.

This vast and vast river seems to have no boundaries. There are layers of starlight in the ripples, as if reflecting the stars in the sky. But when you look up, you can't see the stars. There are no stars. There are silent inside.

Only this giant ship slowly moved forward, breaking through 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 moonlight.

Qi Wuhuo didn't know how long he had been breathing, but he just 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, that tingling feeling

Finally it slowly dissipated, and the soreness and numbness sensation 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 in the water. The place where the boy sat cross-legged was just

Just a branch, ripples appearing, and seals are formed in front of them with both hands, and the sleeves of Taoist robe and clouds are 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 much more happy.

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, which looked more

From the prosperity of yesterday, it looked a bit lonely and pitiful. 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.

Watching the child wash the branch with clean water, then wipe it clean, there is nothing else to put it. Although the sword box can store things, there is a piano, a sword, and a few

After the book, there seemed to be no more space, and 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 go to find?"

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."

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, and some snow fell in the capital, red

The walls are glazed tiles, the rich and high walls are suddenly filled with worldly dust, and the old man walked forward, with snow under his feet sounding, and his tone is peaceful:

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

"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.

When the 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, and some of them were

People with cultivation entered here respectfully, and the car rides of high-ranking officials and nobles outside continued to spread, 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 scholars 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 caressed his beard and said, "He is the first person you want to meet. I met him 370 years ago. Even in a ruined temple on a rainy night, he can study hard, be skilled, talented, and able to talk.

For major events in the world, you can also talk about the myth of the Tao, saying that you should help the world, and talk about the five hundred-year plan in one game of chess, and now it has been accomplished."

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

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

Qi Wuhuo finished the roasted sweet potato in two bites, and it was steaming. He was still happy to see his senior brother in his eyes, and said:

"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 kind of young man of this age.

There is no way to describe or describe a larger existence.

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!