Chapter 26 Shang Yang's death, innate qi (seeking further reading)
Taiyin Refining World, in a cave.
Song Lin was holding a bottle of Feather Pill.
There are twelve pieces in one bottle, plus the two pieces I refined, there are fourteen pieces in total.
He took one without thinking, just like the jelly beans that can be seen everywhere, which makes people lament the waste of natural resources.
When ordinary people take elixirs, they always find a secret room and adjust their breath repeatedly to adjust them to the best condition before taking them, lest they absorb less of the medicinal properties.
Song Lin didn't care about this.
The things in this world are projections of the real world, and eating them will not affect the real quantity.
Song Lin summed up the two advantages of the Zhiguai Catalog. One is that it can obtain Taoism that is not available in the outside world, and the other is that it has a strong ability of trial and error.
Things that you dare not do in reality can be done in the virtual world.
Spells, alchemy, Qi training, taking medicine...etc. can all be tried and made.
Ordinary people have to be careful when practicing Taoism, lest they go too far and become possessed, which may cause hidden dangers in the future.
Song Lin doesn't have to worry about this.
After three months.
Song Lin came out of seclusion.
All fourteen pills have been absorbed, and the Taoist practice has been completed for a period of sixty years.
He walked out of the cave, looked at the night, and exhaled a breath of red breath.
The red air is in the shape of a dragon, swimming meanderingly and attached to the lower legs.
Wow!
Song Lin rose into the sky, his robes fluttering, like a banished immortal.
Generally, you can fly into the sky only during the qi training period, but Guangchengzi's qi training method does not require it. You can fly into the sky by relying on qigong.
Although it is not too fast, it is equivalent to the speed of an ordinary horse.
In the twenty-sixth year of Taiyin's refining, Song Lin came to the State of Zhao, killed the Qi practitioners of the State of Zhao, and obtained the Turtle Breathing Technique.
The Turtle Breathing Technique condenses the breath all over the body, and if the breath is there or not, it can prevent enemies from detecting it, and it can even hibernate like a snake.
Winter of the twenty-sixth year of Taiyin Refining.
Song Lin went to the Dabie Mountains, and the Zhirencao people came to join him.
"interesting!"
Song Lin looked at the Zhiren who was no more than three inches high on the ground and was riding a straw horse and said with a smile.
There are such magical things in the world.
The Chiren general shivered and knelt on the ground. In addition to his short stature,
"Immortals are merciful! Please take them in!"
The Zhiren family is made up of Ganoderma lucidum. Ganoderma is a great tonic, and the Zhiren are even more sacred.
They were often attacked by herbal collectors. This was the Warring States period, when many places were still wild, and traces of Zhi people could still be seen occasionally.
With the development of later generations, the Zhi people gradually became extinct and eventually existed only in legends.
There are fifty or sixty people in the Zhi tribe in front of us, which is considered a very large tribe.
"Give me a reason to take you in." Song Lin smiled half-heartedly.
"We have the ability to escape from the ground!"
"not enough!"
"We can find a precious medicine that can also induce the growth of Ganoderma lucidum."
Song Lin thought for a moment and finally nodded to accept Zhiren.
"Remember, if you dare to have second thoughts..."
Wow!
The green mist filled the air, and spooky ghosts and gods appeared behind Song Lin. The people of Zhi shivered in fear and swore repeatedly.
"Go down."
Song Lin waved back the Zhi people.
For the next five months, he did not practice any cultivation, but instead worked on refining elixirs.
Jiachen Qi Nourishing Pill, Yuhua Pill, Mica Ganoderma Pill... all kinds of pills were made for free. After obtaining the Turtle Breathing Kung Fu, Song Lin wanted to stay in seclusion for a long time.
After Huanyuan died more than thirty years ago, he then traveled around the world to look for Taiyin-refined corpses.
Spring passes and autumn comes, time flies.
Unknowingly, eighteen years have passed, which is the forty-fourth year of Taiyin Refining.
In this year, Duke Xiao of Qin passed away.
Shang Yu.
Duke Xiao of Qin died, and Shang Yang sneaked back to his fiefdom.
Thousands of soldiers were heavily guarded around the mansion. A middle-aged man with a weathered look in his eyes knelt down in front of the case, drinking alone in front of the moon.
This is Wei Yang, now Shang Yang.
When the new king came to the throne, Shang Yang, the leader of the reform, would be used as a scapegoat. This was something he had long expected.
When he comes back this time, he plans to rebel.
Tomorrow morning, troops will be sent to attack Zheng County.
"You shouldn't be like this, hey."
A sigh came from the void, and under the moonlight, a Taoist priest in white appeared out of thin air and slowly landed in front of Shang Yang.
Seeing this person, Shang Yang was startled, as if he had gone back to that time more than 20 years ago.
"Disciple, pay homage to the master!" Shang Yang bowed down.
After many years, I saw my master again. He was still in his prime, but I was in his twilight years.
"Get up." Song Lin looked at the false moon in the sky and said with a smile, "Your practice of magic skills over the years has not been wasted."
"Haha, thanks to Master, if it weren't for the magic, my disciple would have died long ago." Shang Yang said with a smile.
I don’t know how many nobles were offended by the implementation of the reform.
Some nobles even sent qi-trained warriors to kill people.
Looking at Song Lin whose appearance had not changed, Shang Yang suddenly thought of something and said, "Master's Taoism has surpassed that of the ancients, right?"
Shang Yang had been in a high position for many years, but he had never seen a monk who would never grow old.
And he arrived here quietly, avoiding the sight of thousands of soldiers.
I have dealt with many Qi practitioners over the years, and usually a hundred men and horses, armed with powerful crossbows, can surround and kill them.
But facing the Master, even ten times the number of people may not be enough.
"Roughly the same."
The methods of qi training in this world are still a bit rough, and there is no systematic advancement route. Many qi practitioners only know one or two unique skills, which are not as sophisticated as Chu Di and reality.
Song Lin has been in seclusion for nearly twenty years, and his Taoism has reached an astonishing ninety-nine years.
The true energy in the body flows like a big river, almost breaking through the two bridges of heaven and earth, and entering the realm of the innate qi practitioner, which is the qi training stage.
Judging from the experience of traveling to various countries over the years, I should be the best in the world.
Except for Huan Yuan, who didn't know his strength, Song Lin was confident that he could kill any Qi practitioner instantly.
"Forget it, let's not talk about that. I came here this time to ask you to follow me back to the mountain. Your mission has been completed and there is no need to worry about it."
Over the years of seclusion, the cause and effect has increased to 20%, and Shang Yang's contribution is indispensable.
Song Lin's trip down the mountain this time can be regarded as a reward for Shang Yang, and he will not be as miserable as being torn apart by a car.
Shang Yang pondered for a moment and said, "Thank you so much, Master, for your kindness. I understand, I'd better have a beginning and an end."
"The rebellion is destined to fail," Song Lin said.
"I never thought about success." Shang Yang told the truth. "The new king wants to reform, but he is coerced by the noble officials. The disciple wants to use his own head to establish the new king's prestige."
"However, can master take away my apprentice's youngest son? His name is An Qi and he is only eight years old."
"good."
Song Lin secretly said that the Legalists were ruthless and even used their own heads as chess pieces before they died. It was these people who could bring about thousand-year changes.
After that, Song Lin hugged Shang Yang's sleeping son and left.
"Take care, Master."
The next day, Shang Yang launched an army to attack Zheng County. He was defeated and died. Ying Si cut his body into pieces and killed the entire clan to consolidate his majesty and power.
On the other side, Song Lin returned to Taihang Mountain.
At this time, An Qi woke up, his eyes calm: "Is father dead?"
Song Lin was surprised. This kid was so mature and intimidating that he simply refused to coax the child. He nodded and said, "You can call me Master from now on."
"Disciple and grandson pay homage to their master."
After that, An Qi followed Song Lin in the mountains to practice Qigong and Laoshan Taoism.
Taiyin forty-seven years.
On this day, dragons roared and tigers roared in the forest, rocks shook, and strong energy filled the sky.
The Taiping Song Jue practiced by Song Lin successfully crossed the fetal breath, broke through the two bridges of heaven and earth, completed the great celestial movement, and entered the period of Qi training.
This is also the realm of innate Qi practitioners in this world.