Chapter 68: Condensing the Origin and Opening the Pulse, the Beginning of Cultivation
A golden light flashed in the young man's eyes, and he immediately saw the clues about Feng Bingwen and his true identity.
He was injured before, but only had a rough perception. Now that the injury has healed, even if he didn't consciously perceive it, he could see through the existence in front of him, which he mistakenly thought of as the river god.
"Senior has good eyesight! Junior is indeed not a river god!"
Feng Bingwen bowed his hands respectfully, with a very upright posture. Although he had just helped someone, looking at the young man's movements just now, even without his help, he could recover after lying down for a while, but it took a little longer.
"You are, human!"
Although it was a question, the young man's tone was very affirmative. The more he looked, the more something was wrong, and the more he looked, the more magical he felt.
"yes."
Feng Bingwen admitted that the young man in front of him had seen his appearance as a human and dragon, and there was no need to hide it. Moreover, Feng Bingwen felt that if the young man in front of him really met his wish to make a wish to the Book of Heaven, concealing it would be just a joke.
"How did you do that?"
Although one's own eyes can see through illusions, it is a very rude behavior to pry into other people's privacy without the other person's permission - there is no need for monsters to talk about this.
"Well, I accidentally swallowed a dragon ball about half a year ago!"
Feng Bingwen "recruited it from the ground". This is a fact that does not need to be concealed. However, when he mentioned the Dragon Ball, he still felt a little uneasy. Even if he had not entered the world of cultivation, he knew that the Dragon Ball he got was rare.
treasure.
"Dragon Ball! Where did you get the Dragon Ball?"
The young man who was originally otherworldly, like a banished immortal coming to the dust, now showed an interested look on his face, and he was a little more human. His soul was connected to the heaven and earth, and he knew that there was abundant water vapor in this place, and in a place with dense water and lakes,
There must be a dragon and a snake!
But having more dragons and snakes doesn't mean there are more dragon beads. Those who don't have a certain level of cultivation can't form dragon beads. And this made him mistakenly think that the child of the river god was just a mortal if the influence of the dragon beads was removed.
"Well, I said it fell from the sky, senior, do you believe it?"
Feng Bingwen's tone was sincere, but anyone with some common sense in spiritual practice would think he was talking nonsense.
"..."
The young man was silent for a while and closed his eyes slightly. Then under Feng Bingwen's doubtful gaze, he opened his eyes.
"letter!"
His tone was categorical, without any questioning, and he seemed to believe his ridiculous statement.
"Senior, do you believe me?"
Feng Bingwen was particularly surprised.
"You didn't lie."
The young man did not take it seriously,
"Besides, although your experience is mysterious, I have also seen similar cases in books, so it is not surprising."
"Is there anyone similar to me?"
Feng Bingwen was a little curious.
"Yes, those who are born with good luck can get a thousand-year elixir by falling off a cliff, and they can get a ten-year-old spiritual root by entering a cave."
The young man looked calm and casually recounted the cases recorded in the classics.
"Isn't this just..."
Feng Bingwen was about to blurt out the word "European Emperor", but he quickly stopped. He also understood what kind of person the young man was talking about, so he changed the description,
"The child of luck?"
"That's a good description."
The young man nodded.
"Then what is the final achievement of this son of fate that you saw?"
“It’s gone to waste for everyone!”
"ah?"
Feng Bingwen didn't understand.
"He lost in a battle. The moment he lost, he lost everything, including his luck!"
The young man's tone was still calm, but there was a hint of warning in it.
"Can luck still be transferred?"
"Of course you can lose."
The young man stopped talking at this time. Although the child in front of him was very lucky, he had not started to practice.
"I see."
Feng Bingwen suddenly realized that this young man probably regarded him as a favored person like the son of destiny, otherwise it would not be possible for him to get the adventure of a dragon ball for nothing.
"Thank you, senior, for the tip."
Although people misunderstood, Feng Bingwen could not explain more and could only admit him.
"No need to thank you. You just inspired a lake of inspiration to help me recover."
The young man shook his head, and at the same time he also realized that he seemed to be the child's adventure. Otherwise, if he escaped from the underworld mountain, he would end up somewhere bad, but he ended up here.
"My name is Li Junxian. Since you helped me, I should repay your kindness. What can you ask for? Whatever I can do, I will be satisfied."
"The junior's name is Feng Bingwen. Ever since I can remember, I have admired the stories of immortals and chivalrous people. However, because I am young, I have no way to seek enlightenment. I am lucky enough to meet my senior today, and I would like to ask my senior to give me some guidance on how to practice!"
Feng Bingwen was also not polite. After bowing and saluting, he asked what he wanted.
"Guide!"
Li Junxian was not surprised when he heard the child in front of him giving advice, but there was a look of distress on his face.
"If it's a hurdle in practice, I can give you a few words, but if it's to lead you into practice, I don't have much confidence!"
"Forehead!"
The boy in front of him gave an answer that Feng Bingwen never expected. What is this? A rejection with high emotional intelligence?
Is there an error in the Heavenly Book? No, no, how could there be an error in the Heavenly Book? Even the Dragon Balls could be retrieved for him, so how could it be possible for a master to make mistakes?
"Is it difficult to introduce people to practice?"
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but ask, looking at the troubled look on this young man's face, could it be that the threshold for this practice is very high?
"It's not difficult to practice. It's just that it's a little difficult to create a Taoist Immortal Foundation."
Seeing that the child in front of him seemed to have misunderstood something, the young man explained. As soon as he opened his mouth, Feng Bingwen was shocked. Then he felt so happy that he couldn't help but smile on his face.
When he opens his mouth, he speaks Tao and Immortal. It is obvious that this is a great master of Immortal Taoism, and the Book of Heaven is as reliable as ever.
"As long as you can cross the threshold to practice."
Feng Bingwen bowed his hand and said that he was not greedy for more, as long as he could practice, he would talk about becoming an immortal later.
"How can you be so casual in your practice? The beginning of your practice is to gather the elements and open your meridians. This is the foundation of your practice and determines the height you can reach in your future practice."
The young man looked serious.
"The starting point determines the end point?"
Feng Bingwen also became cautious, and he was thankful that he made a wish to the Book of Heaven.
He had originally thought about whether he should use his own strength to find some cultivation methods. If he couldn't get advanced techniques, it would be easy to get some basic entry-level ones.
But looking at what the young man in front of me said, if you take this first step wrong, forget about the rest and you will be ruined. This is common sense in monasticism, but if you don't know it, your life will be ruined.
"It's roughly like this. When Ning Yuan opens a pulse, its veins are divided into nine levels. The upper third level has a chance of becoming an immortal, the middle third level can turn into a golden elixir, and the lower third level..."
Zhao Junxian shook his head and was too lazy to say anything. Just by looking at his expression, he knew that he probably wouldn't have achieved much if he reached the third level.
"Senior, what was your pulse condition back then? First grade?"