After reading the tips.

Zhang Feng finally understood why this Taoist priest could still maintain such physical strength and muscles in his seventies.

If I guessed correctly, this Taoist master must have developed the 'Innate Root Bone'.

There are no ink marks either.

Zhang Feng took the elixir recipe out of the small bag and exchanged it.

This is your own backup.

Later.

Under the guidance of the Taoist Master, Zhang Feng tried to use his own spiritual energy to flow into his meridians, but he felt a tearing pain.

It seems you have to take your time.

Also in this afternoon, the Taoist Master also started to try alchemy for the first time under his guidance.

As for the main ingredient, century-old ginseng, is it enough?

The Taoist priest has traveled all his life, and he has many good things in his little vault.

Among them, there are more than ten rare 100-year-old ginseng plants, and even 190-year-old ginseng plants. The Taoist priest also collected two plants.

Once the matter of medicinal materials is left behind, everything else will be easier to handle.

Refining.

Also in the early morning of the second day, when the sun had just risen.

Zhang Feng followed the Taoist Master again to the edge of the mountain cliff and tried to practice the Taoist Master's 'Purple Qi Jue'

It's a pity that the Taoist priest is sitting cross-legged, like meditating, breathing long and long, absorbing the purple energy and spiritual energy.

Zhang Feng sat on the cliff, but he couldn't feel a trace of 'spiritual energy'.

It seems this is really a fundamental problem.

Moreover, the sect tester brought back by the third-level player in the previous life was very real, and he was indeed ‘without spiritual roots’.

Now I can only rely on my "innate bones" to try to improve my qualifications.

Otherwise, when you go to the world of spiritual energy, you won’t be able to enjoy the blessings of cultivation that belong to your ‘spiritual roots’.

Thinking.

Zhang Feng returned to the hospital, preparing to continue pulse pulse and root bone training.

After the Taoist priest finished swallowing the purple energy, when he saw Zhang Feng leaving, he also returned to the courtyard and came to Zhang Feng who was putting on an air.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, is there anything else you don't understand about Zi Qi?"

The Taoist Master has always felt that this fellow Taoist Zhang has the qualifications to practice, and he even thinks that Zhang Feng is a genius that is rare to see in hundreds of years.

Therefore, he did not think that Zhang Feng had no spiritual roots, but rather that Zhang Feng was not familiar with his unique cultivation method.

"I don't understand." Zhang Feng relaxed his muscles after hearing the Taoist Master's question, and then discussed: "I guess I have to stay with the Taoist Master for a while longer to learn the Purple Qi Technique. Don't disturb me.

Taoist priest, right?"

The Taoist priest stood up straight and said with a sound as he landed, "Any questions will be answered."

"Thank you, Taoist Master." Zhang Feng also stood up straight and clasped his fists in return.

When the Taoist leader saw him, he suddenly laughed out loud, as if he was joking, or as if he was pointing directly at the so-called 'Taoist heart', and asked: "Why did Zhang Daoyou learn martial arts and practice boxing?"

Zhang Feng had nothing to hide, "self-preservation and killing."

Seeing Zhang Feng's straightforward answer, the Taoist priest shook his head and said, "I understand self-protection. But if you want to kill people, then the most powerful thing about killing people is not kung fu, but talking with honey, sword and slander."

Zhang Feng looked at the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest smiled and said: "With the Longquan Sword on your tongue, you can kill people without blood."

Zhang Feng thought for a while and asked again: "Did the Taoist Master say this?"

The Taoist priest shook his head, "This is an allusion from ancient times. There are many more allusions like this, and there are also many interesting true stories."

"What other allusions does the Taoist Master know?" Zhang Feng became interested and sat on the pile of firewood next to him. "I only have four hobbies: practicing martial arts, drinking, eating, and listening to stories. There is also the biggest hobby, which is

Find friends who are like-minded.”

"I'm lucky enough to make friends with Daoist Zhang." The Taoist Master laughed and then asked, "Does Daoist Zhang know about the enmity between rice and rice?"

Zhang Feng nodded, "I know this, and I also know this allusion."

"Alas..." The Taoist Master suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and sat down near Zhang Feng, "Does Taoist friend know that 'a great kindness cannot be expressed in thanks, and a deep kindness is better than hatred'?"

Zhang Feng saw that the Taoist priest seemed to have something on his mind, so he did not answer, but listened quietly.

The Taoist priest looked into the distance and said as if telling a story,

"This is a historical story.

Rumor has it that there was an official in the Tang Dynasty named Li Mian.

When he took office, he released an assassin in prison.

Then several years passed.

Li Mian was traveling around and met the assassin by chance.

The assassin was overjoyed when he saw his savior. He gratefully took his benefactor Li Mian to his home to entertain him warmly, and discussed it with his wife in private.

"This is the one who saved me, why should I repay him?"

The wife said, "Send a thousand pieces of cloth to my benefactor?"

The assassin said, "No, a thousand pieces of cloth is not enough to repay the favor of saving my life."

The wife said again, "Two thousand horses?"

The assassin still shook his head, "Not enough."

The wife said: "If this is the case, it is better to kill him!"

The Taoist Master suddenly laughed when he said this, but then sighed lonelyly: "I once had an apprentice... or a child I picked up... and when he was more than 20 years old, there was chaos among the warlords.

Wanting to repay my kindness in raising me, I took refuge with the warlord. I wanted to use the warlord to repay me with wealth and honor in my life.

But on the day he came back, what he brought was not gold and silver, but more than thirty muskets pointed at me.

In the end... he and the warlord were both killed by me. Otherwise... I am afraid that Zhang Daoyou's trip yesterday would have been in vain..."

"It is not uncommon for people to repay kindness with hatred." Zhang Feng leaned on the pile of firewood behind him and looked at the sky. "It may also be what the Taoist priest said. He feels that he can never repay the Taoist priest's kindness, or he may be betrayed by the Taoist priest.

Warlords seduced people, so..."

When Zhang Feng mentioned this, he didn't know what to say about the chief's apprentice.

After all, there are traitors, but no one else.

But this is a family matter, and I am an outsider, so how can I say this?

After the Taoist priest finished speaking about this, he sighed a little and felt a little guilty, as if he felt that he had done something wrong.

Zhang Feng listened to the Taoist priest's sad sigh and didn't know how to persuade him.

I can only say in my heart that the Taoist priest didn’t know people well when he was young.

The missing person is also unknown.

Of course, there is no way to say this.

Because even if the Taoist priest knows people well, he can't throw away the children he has worked so hard to raise.

In the minds of those in authority like Taoist Master, there is no way to say whether this is right or wrong.

He was just a bystander, so he didn't have the feelings in the Taoist priest's heart that always influenced his judgment of right and wrong.

And as the conversation ended this morning.

The Taoist priest was the same as before. I don't know if it was because he suddenly felt much more relaxed after talking about what was on his mind today.

Zhang Feng still practiced Qigong every day, or asked for advice on how to practice Qi, and occasionally went to the mountains to hunt game.

After returning from hunting, let the Taoist cook.

When I brought it back, let alone say that the Taoist priest's craftsmanship was outstanding.

Especially his first-hand wild vegetable stewed fish, the stewed fish soup not only has no fishy smell, but has a refreshing and sweet feeling.

The Taoist priest also said a joke, which was roughly like, 'If he didn't see himself a few days ago and really couldn't find the way ahead, then he would find a place to be a chef.'

Zhang Feng only replied, 'Bring people to support you.'

Time passed by in such a hurry.

Practice, rest, chat with the Taoist priest and listen to stories.

It was not until a month later that Zhang Feng opened the three meridians and learned the Chaoyang Purple Qi. He caught a few fish that afternoon, had a meal with the Taoist Master in the evening, and said goodbye the next morning.

When the Taoist priest heard this, he didn't think anything of it, and he didn't say anything about going down the mountain with Zhang Feng.

Maybe he is really old and cannot leave his hometown, or maybe the Taoist priest has lived in seclusion for more than ten years and has long been accustomed to living here.

Now when he heard that Zhang Feng was leaving, he felt neither sad nor happy, nor did he show any sympathy or sympathy. Instead, he waved his hand and said with an open-minded smile, "Goodbye."

He has experienced a lifetime of separation and has long been used to friends coming and going.

Moti said that he now has a new way to achieve the foundation-building elixir.

Of course, I devoted myself wholeheartedly to cultivation.

Zhang Feng walked outside the courtyard, waved his hand, tied the Tang Dao to the side of his leg, carried the bow box and the small bundle on his back, and went down the mountain.

Wait until you get to the bottom of the mountain.

Zhang Feng turned around and looked around, wanting to see the Taoist priest for the last time, but he saw smoke rising from the mountains, just like when he came.
Chapter completed!